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The Elevenths

All the sweetness and savory birthday meals. May she enjoy all these flavors life bring.

I love myself before becoming a mother.
I love myself even better as the years go by.
It has improved so many aspects of my personal life.
It sets my priorities right, improve my time and energy management, and helps me trying to pursue the right goals in life.

In raising her, I keep editing my life and adjusting my direction.

It’s not only about raising a human being to be something in the future, doing specific jobs. It’s more about raising someone who knows who she is, where she came from, and where and to whom she will return.

Putting my best effort into raising a conscious human being with a strong sense of direction in life. So whenever she’s lost, she still knows to whom and where she must return and turn.

Keep improving the work of raising a person with confidence and humility, knowing there will always be The Most Merciful and The Most Powerful to protect her, grant all her heart wishes, and guide her to achieve them. At the same time, she understands where the credit goes for everything she has in life.

A human being who understands the real compass in life is never another human being. Including me, her mother. She is not me and will never be me. So, I hope she’ll find herself, and I sincerely hope she’ll find herself in the right place, doing the right thing,surrounded by the right people.

I hope you live a great life filled with barakah.

Keep your head down to count your many uncountable blessings,
Keep your hope high while you ask for your future.
Give your best effort and let Allah decide the rest.

Fasten your seat belt.
Focus.
Have fun.

Happy Birthday, darling.

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Mengenal Hyperlexia

Draft ini sudah tersimpan selama lebih dari empat tahun. Saat itu semua masih kabur dan kalut. Saya tulis panjang lebar karena saya ngga mau lupa apapun yang saya baca dan rasakan saat itu.

Melanjutkan dari post ini.

Anak saya memiliki kondisi yang dinamakan Hiperleksia.

Hiperleksia adalah kondisi yang cukup langka dan tidak sepopuler kawannya, dyslexia.

Hyperlexia is a syndrome characterized by an intense fascination with letters or numbers and an advanced reading ability.

Children who have hyperlexia read at levels far beyond what is expected at their age“.

Hiperleksia adalah sebuah kondisi dimana seorang anak memiliki kemampuan membaca di atas usianya dan ini terjadi sebelum usia 5 tahun. Kata kuncinya adalah : self-taught.

Bisa membaca TANPA pengajaran.

Namun, kemampuan ini tidak diikuti oleh kemampuan MEMAHAMI bacaan yang setara dan kemampuan berbicara yang sesuai dengan usianya.

Dari gambar di atas terlihat jelas bagaimana Hiperleksia ada di sebrang dyslexia. Kebalikan dari anak dyslexia, anak dengan hiperleksia memiliki pengenalan word/symbol yang baik namun pemahaman yang kurang.

Salah satu akun advokasi hiperleksia @andnextcomesl yang saya ikuti menjelaskan dengan baik tentang hiperleksia di bawah ini

Butuh waktu beberapa lama untuk memproses semua ini dan tiba-tiba semua kejadian-kejadian yang sudah lalu menjadi masuk akal :

– Tiba-tiba bisa baca sebelum ulang tahun ke empat. Baca ya, bukan mengeja.

– Baca kamus bergambar berulang-ulang dan menghafal semua isinya

-Melihat benda dan menyambungkannya ke bentuk huruf. Ex : Mommy, it’s a …, it looks like A/B/C, etc.

– Cepat membaca not balok dan huruf arab.

– tanpa pernah diajari, tiba-tiba hafal perkalian.

– Menghafal nama bus dan jurusannya ketika di London, bahkan ketika hanya pernah naik sekali atau pun yang bahkan di luar daerah tempat tinggal kami.

Seperti Dyan @andnextcomesl, salah satu pertanyaan besar saya sejak bertahun-tahun lalu :

Ini jawabannya :

Saya menghabiskan satu hari membaca semua post dari akun ini dengan perasaan campur aduk. Rasanya seperti waktu pertama kali berdiri di depan papan DLD di Alfred Salter 6 tahun lalu.

Menemukan (sekali lagi) apa yang saya cari. Tapi kali ini, semua terasa pas dan benar.

Hiperleksia bukan diagnosis yang berdiri sendiri. Dia bisa bergabung dengan kondisi lain seperti ASD, ADHD atau SPD.

Ada 3 kategori hiperleksia :

Secara kasat mata, anak saya bisa berada antara hiperleksia tipe 2 atau tipe 3. Tipe 3 ini adalah hyperlexia dengan autistic trait namun bukan autistic. Ini yang memerlukan tes objektif lebih lanjut.

(Tarik nafas, lap keringet dan air mata).

Apa level anak saya saat ini? (Konteks : 4 tahun lalu)

Anak saya berkomunikasi sehari-hari dengan baik. Bahkan ‘terlalu baik’ jika memang ada kondisi lain selain hiperlexianya. Sangat suka matematika. Sangat suka bermain make-up, baru-baru ini lumayan bisa main skateboard.

Tapi jelas memerlukan terapi wicara yang terstruktur. Jadi bukan buat belajar bicara atau memperbaiki bicaranya, tapi untuk melatih pemahamannya terhadap bacaan.

Sebenarnya, membaca sudah jadi rutin harian sejak bayi. Tahun lalu lockdown di London, sekolahnya memberikan apps membaca dan matematika gratis buat orangtua (Epic! dan Numbots) . Sampai saat ini kami masih menggunakan keduanya. Setiap hari. Jatah Epic! gratis dalam seminggu adalah 2 jam. Idealnya sehari 20 menit, tapi seringnya dia membaca dua kali lebih lama sehingga kadang 2 jam sudah habis sebelum seminggu.

Ada pilihan Epic! unlimited yang kami akan berikan. Langgannya per bulan sekitar 130 ribu. Kalau bayar sekaligus setahun terakhir kali cek sekitar 1 juta. Aplikasi ini bagus sekali. Pilihan bukunya beragam dan menarik.

Di apps Epic! ini, pada sebagian besar bukunya, di bagian akhir terdapat quiz antara 5-8 pertanyaan pilihan ganda untuk melihat pemahaman anak terhadap buku yang baru dibaca. Anak saya cukup bisa menjawab hampir semua pertanyaannya.

Sedikit contoh :

Skor rata-rata quiznya berkisar antara 80-100%. Jadi, pada umumnya, dia paham apa yang dibaca.

Bagian yang memerlukan support lebih baik adalah bagaimana menjawab secara verbal atau menjawab tanpa pilihan. Selain itu juga, perlu banyak berlatih bagaimana memahami kalimat implisit. Salah satu ciri spesifik dari anak hiperleksia ini adalah mereka memahami kata secara literal.

Kira-kira seperti itu gambarannya.

Di satu sisi, saya bersyukur sekali kembali dipertemukan dengan apa yang selalu dicari. Penting sekali buat benar-benar mengerti untuk bisa menerima dan melanjutkan ‘perjalanan’.

Di sisi lain, ngga peduli sudah menghadapi ini bertahun-tahun, ini ngga mengurangi kegelisahan dan pernyataan, dalam tahap apapun, ini tidak (pernah) mudah.

Tapi, mengutip kata-kata dr. Mustafa dan dr. Sally di post ini cukup memberi sedikit penghiburan :

She’ll be ok”.

Every child will find their way. Something that we worry too much now could be irrelevant in the future”.

Semoga.

Kata Marthin Luther King Jr :

“We must accept finite disappointment, but we must never lose infinite hope”.

Betul. Tanpa harapan, kami ngga akan pernah sampai ‘di sini’. Harapan yang bawa sampai sejauh ini dan saya percaya, akan lebih jauh lagi.

Akhirnya, dari saya setelah semua yang telah dilewati dan akan dilalui :

It takes a village to raise a child.

It might take a lifetime to understand her.

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About Priority

New year usually comes with new arrangements. In designing the days spent, it’s not only about plotting clasess/activities in empty schedule.

Choosing a schedule is not only about choosing the time, it’s about choosing priorities and managing the flow and energy from one activity from another.

One of the most rewarding things from this mothering job, it really employs and exercises my lateral thinking skills. Before deciding something, I get to see and consider the things from many angles, not only for her but also many things that has important influence to her. Including and consulting the principal is compulsory, but, as someone who is doing daily operations, I need to operate based on the reality of the situation, but among all, I always stick on the priorities as much as I can.

Learning new things is compulsory, but for the little girl and me. But, at what cost? The class is interesting but, it’s conflicting with prayer time. The class and time are matched, but it is on my fasting day. The class has good advantages, but it is on the day of our regular weekly Quran night. The class fits everything, but, it’s conflicting with my other schedule or vice versa.

In deciding which activities to participate, other than money spent, the more important thing is to consider what we will lose in gaining the knowledge. Opportunity cost is talking here.

Classes and activities may come and go, but certain priorities will always be on the first row. There should be certain things that are non-negotiable. When you know what’s yours, it will give a clear answer to the question. It also makes you easier to say more no than yes.

Based on experiences in few areas of life, when you get your priorities straight, everything else will fall into place.

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End of Semester’s Reflection

I am a huge supporter of homeschooling but our situation doesn’t really suit for doing it fully. So I take half of the schooling while still sending my daughter to formal school whose values so far is aligned with what we preach and practice.

This end of semester’s reflection is quite different than the previous ones where it was more sentimental.

This semester I took studying more seriously by implementing regular night study with or without tests. This is more about to reduce the headache due to transition from lower grade levels to upper grades which academic demands are jumping significantly than my passion for teaching and learning.

At the end of this semester, we registered her to a CognitiveMap test in one of the institutions in Jakarta which is also globally renowned. This is not an IQ test, but I think it gives better insight about how the current brain of the child abilities. It test five brain muscles : vision, auditory, sensory motor, focus, and emotional processing.

I searched why these five and found a journal that explains it well. It has been determined that neuroplasticity occuring in childhood brain is mainly related to these five aspects.

Other than insightful, this test result is quite useful to decide and understand more about how she learns best and which area she needs to improve.

I often wonder will I do differently if we didn’t receive any diagnosis? Will I try this much if she is one without any specific conditions? Will I be less worried about her?

I am not sure about the answer. One of my strength which can also be my weakness is, I always take everything seriously. Especially if it’s something that gives significant impact to my life and future.

I made list and notes rigorously.
I read intensely and extensively.
I nag The One who decides all affairs regularly and continuously.

I often wonder whether it’s a blessing or a curse to be this stubborn about something that I think it’s right.

What could soften me a bit is certain phrases from my readings :
« Mothers/parents matter. But, they are not everything ».

Your efforts matter.
But, the end result is never yours.

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Ten Years of Motherhood

For the past 10 years, the most difficult part of parenting is not about her. The hardest struggle is about regulating my self. The toughest battle is about to change what’s inside me. To fight many things that that have been imprinted subconsciously for years.

To unlearn few beliefs growing up that no longer resonates with me. Yet, in the other hand, to insist she understands, memorizes, and applies certain values that I consider important.

To acknowledge those things, it is important. To fight it, boy, it’s a battle that makes me cry regularly during early morning one-on-one session. Even every time I edited this post, tears couldn’t help falling knowing how much I lack as a mother.

Other than our spouse, The One who we really have to include in every stage of parenting is the creator. Guidance, patience, compassion, things that could only be granted by Him in this life task of raising a human being.

As she is growing up, I am also growing old. May Allah grant me the force needed as we’re heading to puberty and perimenopause. Amin.

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For the past ten years, she grows as beautiful as the literal meaning of her name. Inside out.

For the past ten years, she has grown according to the meaning of her name. A knowledge seeker, a learner, a beautiful sunbeam illuminating our world, makes life full of hope, warmth, and radiance.

In her name as a whole, my hope refers to QS 58: 11

وَإِذَا قِيلَ ٱنشُزُوا۟ فَٱنشُزُوا۟ يَرْفَعِ ٱللَّهُ ٱلَّذِينَ ءَامَنُوا۟ مِنكُمْ وَٱلَّذِينَ أُوتُوا۟ ٱلْعِلْمَ دَرَجَـٰتٍۢ ۚ
“Allah will elevate those of you who are faithful, and ˹raise˺ those gifted with knowledge in rank”.

Happy 10th birthday, my dearest.
May Allah bless you with strong faith, excellent health, and sufficient wealth and always guide you every step of the way. I wish you all the resilience and excitement you need to deal with whatever life throws at you.

I hope this first decade of your life has been a great enjoyable ride for you as it’s for me. It’s not always rainbow, but being your mother has been one of the best adventures in my life.

Thank you for all the random “I love yous” you throw me daily. You know I love you too, right?

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An Instant Click

This post is still related tothe previous writing about a city’s personality.

I made a video of my few hours in Salzburg and I remembered there are a lot more that I wanted to see.

My memory jumped on a video I watched. An interior designer discusses how entering certain rooms will create a lovely atmosphere. It works like that because the five senses are being stimulated by the atmosphere of the room. It’s sending the signal to all your senses, so you’re saying that “it’s lovely here” without realising it. It’s the experience that tells you that you belong here.

After watching the whole video, my thought came to a few places right away :
Our living room at home with the kitchen view,
The tawaf area on the first floor has a direct view of Kaaba,
A few cities in Europe.

Salzburg is one of them. It’s an inexplicable feeling of instant click like Paris. Not every city will give you such a feeling. The second time in Paris, I still couldn’t hide the excitement, and any offer to return is always welcomed.

Not every city will do.

London is not. I love it gradually, slowly, as I know him. But, few other places in the UK do give this feeling, like Lake District and Bath.

Tokyo is not; it’s kind and heart-warming, but it doesn’t give me the feeling of wanting to return.
Seoul? Far from kind, let alone heartwarming. A place that is good enough to know.

Amsterdam is too short to feel anything. Porto is dear to my heart, but it’s far too extrovert for me. Munich takes a while to warm up, not an instant click.

Not every city will be compatible with you. Just like people.

Then, I found another video of a French woman living in England. Said that once she heard a French friend kept saying an English word “people pleaser” with French accent. That was when she realized there was no word of “people pleaser” in French. It was so alien for the French to be people-pleasers until they had no words for it.

Voila. It makes sense then why I feel so compatible with anything French.

Wait, this is a writing that came from compilations of videos that I watched. I still have the last one.

After that French video, another one related to it came. It says :

“You see, Islam doesn’t want you to be nice, believe it or not. Islam wants you to be kind. And there is a difference between both. See nice is pleasing others. You become a people pleaser. When you become a people pleaser, expect to be hurt a lot and walk over all the time. Nice is giving someone what they demand, regardless of whether it’s good or not for them. Kind is performing acts of goodness to someone, regardless whether they view it as something that they need or not”.

It adds another after so many reasons why Islam as a way of life is also compatible with me.

It shows also to how I parent. Some says making a 9 soon to be 10 yo kid to do chores and training before 7.45 school is too hard. But, I rarely listens to noise or advice, unless it comes from someone whose life I want to pursue or am heading to.

For me, I don’t need to be a nice parent. Being disciplined and consistent is my way to be kind to my daughter and her future self.

A memorable line from Amy Chua’s book :

“I didn’t care. I wasn’t fragile, like some Western parents. As I often said to the girls, “My goal as a parent is to prepare you for the future—not to make you like me.”

Another line that makes me feel an instant click.

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The Joy of Missing Out

Yesterday was quite a blast in the parents’ chat group. A considerable case blew up, and the talk has been going on the whole day, even some of them set up a Zoom meeting and discussed further.

Entering the fourth year of schooling here, I enjoy staying under the radar regarding relationships with mothers. I didn’t share my personal social media account like others do, only saying something when it’s necessary, saying no often to rendezvous, saying yes to few playdates that are important to my daughter, and being invisible most of the time.

Here, parents group chat is usually too loud for my preference. But this group is quite tolerable. I am grateful for the group that letting me being invisible without pushing me away completely. I form certain degree of closeness to some of them, but, that’s it.

Yesterday was exceptional. The case was too big to ignore since it was already considered criminal. But, discussing the case from morning till night was already too much, for me. It becomes endless and aimless.

Yesterday was a lesson not to trust someone too much or get too close until they know everything about yourself, your belongings, and even your bank card PIN. The one who stabs you is never one who is far away. It’s always the one who is the closest to you. That is always the case.

It’s important to spare some room of doubts for everyone including yourself, when it comes to money, especially those with power and they’re dealing with money.

I believe adult life needs a certain degree of anti-socialness to keep a peaceful life. You can’t treat everyone the same. Everyone that you know deserves different layers of yourself that you want to show them. You don’t give your access key to everyone.

Your true people don’t need you to take pictures and tag you on social media when you meet them. Your true people don’t make you feel the obligation to return whatever you give them. Your true people are the ones you want to give without expecting any return too.

Clearly, it’s impossible to have too many for such a description.

It also helps to be clear about your goal so you can recognize some distractions that you don’t need in life. One of my daily goals is to want peace and quiet, a close to drama-free life, especially from strangers.

Thus, putting those too-loud chat groups in WhatsApp in the archive feature is one way to achieve such goal.

Certain control of life drama is in our hands.

Use it well.

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A Long Way for Understanding

I received a phone call from my father yesterday. It was just a casual talk until we discussed my brother, who is currently pursuing his doctorate study in Germany, with his family.

They just recently moved after around two years lived apart. I have been so eager for them to reunite as a family, while my dad prefers that he stays there alone until he finishes his studies, without too many distractions.

This is a topic that we often discuss over and over again, and always having a debate about our own opinion.

For me, your own family is not a distraction. How come? From what I see from his videos, his life is much better with his family around. He has two uber-cute toddlers and baby daughters whose laughter is so contagious , and even for me, who is only listening to them, it makes me happy.

Having them around might be more challenging, but so what? That is his responsibility as a father. Being an adult means having multiple roles that you should figure out how to deal with, and being a man to your wife and a dad to your kids should be the top priority.

I am thrilled that they finally moved in together. Such a critical and golden period of his marriage and child-rearing experience is too precious to be wasted for just a title behind his name.

While my father thinks the opposite, it’s essential to focus so he can finish his studies soon. His wife and children could wait here, and his wife could keep working because money is vital, too. Besides that, help is widely available here. Most of everything that they need is easy to get. He said that they could go there for just a holiday.

Then I realized where this came from.

That was precisely what my father did when he pursued his master’s degree around 30 years ago. He went alone and left my late mom with the three kids to take care of. My mom could keep working, too, because I was sure money was tight then. They thought bringing the whole family there was only a year and not worth the hassle.

We visited him during summer break for a month. When I looked back, I loved a month spent there. I wish we could stay there together. That was also the starting point when I learned English and had the idea of living abroad. I kept repeating and remembering that month, and it quickly became one of the best core memories of my childhood. I wrote this twelve years ago, eighteen years after that event happened, still with that high excitement.

While my father’s opinion came from his experience, so did mine. When a chance to move to London came for my own family, we didn’t think twice to move together, despite all the hassles, money and energy spent. It was also only for a year initially.

Then, when we moved to London, it was hard. All the preparations until the departure, the first two months there, were far from easy. But, there is no single thing I (we) regretted doing. Life in London was one of the happiest moments in my life personally and as a family. I believe that is also the case for my daughter and the doctor.

Although I couldn’t push my opinion on anyone, things important to me might not be necessary to someone else; I hope my brother follows more of my path than his father. They are still indecisive about staying and prolonging their residence permit, which will expire in August. Two days after I arrived, he called me and said they seriously considered only staying for three months and returning to ‘normal life.’ Two days after arriving. Imagined how long my lecture had been at that time😂

Besides nagging him on WhatsApp, I’ll add them to my prayers, too, so Allah will show them the right way as a family. Amiin.

I read a line while reading Harari’s Homo Deus yesterday that said :

Studying history will not tell us what to choose, but at least it gives us more options.

This is the best reason to learn history: not in order to predict the future, but to free yourself of the past and imagine alternative destinies. Of course this is not total freedom – we cannot avoid being shaped by the past. But some freedom is better than none.

I think those lines also applicable for personal life.

(I see some hope. As this writing was published, he sent me a text with scooter and push bike picture).

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Entitlement

Despite of having no helpers around, doing chores regularly, I still consider this little girl has certain level of entitlement that sometimes we couldn’t tolerate.

It’s not only about being an only child. Seen lots of non only child who are so entitled too. Entitlement needed for certain degree. When it comes to dealing with taking care of yourself, you need a bit of entitlement to do that.

But, many couldn’t find the balance and end up being entitled; thinking everything that they have is solely because of their own efforts, or the feeling that they deserve something while in fact, they put too little effort for that, or they’re blinded by their own perception and couldn’t understand where they do wrong.

Things like these are combination of environment and lack of role models. Entitlement comes from the system who allows this to happen and lack of role models who shows the opposite way of entitlement.

From my readings, basically and theoretically, we have covered almost all the issues that can cause the problems. But, in reality, it doesn’t make it easier. We’re so triggered whenever she acts like one spoiled entitled kid.

When I deal with this, my lecture in the car becomes longer and louder. We even stayed in the parking lot for 20 mins to have longer lecture and stopped the sobbing.

Done with the lecture, proceed to the conclusion and consequences.

But this time, after listing all the things she had done wrong and some responsibilities that she neglected, instead of giving an ultimatum of consequences, I asked her to choose her own consequences. I want her to think what the consequences instead of just feel like being punished.
“If my team didn’t clean the shoes properly, neglect their responsibilities, doing it without their brain, is there any consequences?”

While snorting and sobbing, “OF COURSE! They will complain, they will be angry, and give you bad reviews”.

“Exactly. No escape for consequences if you do something wrong. Now choose yours”.

We negotiated for a while until we reached an agreement sealed it with a hug before she got out of the car.

Stayed even longer in the car after she left to control the breathing and finished this writing.

If one considers money is the biggest issue in raising a child, it’s not really. It’s the thinking part who is tiring the most.

Posted in Langit Senja, Life happens, Maternité, Thoughts

Rants on 9

Things have been going in between bumpy and smoothly for the the ninth year.

We’re still in the early pre-teen phase but for those who has been dealing with non typical child development problems since early years, we start noticing some issues that need to be addressed more seriously with the help of expert. Unless it’s something which the consequences is irreversible (like getting married or having kids), early is always better. Things that we work on are still around her difficulties.

One of the best presents we received this year : we finally meet a local child psychologist who understands us, the parents. A psychologist who is in the same frequency, who understands what we know and read, who validates our thoughts and feeling. We finally meet one who is willing to find out what she doesn’t understand in order to help the little girl, and make a decision and tailored therapy based on that.

We rarely meet this kind of psychologist here. Someone with different insights and experiences than the typical one. More, one that builds good rapport with the kid. We’ve been having more than five sessions in few months and so far, I am quite pleased with everything.

Even better, it is located just 10 mins drive from home.

I observe a pattern, apart from any kind of diagnosis she has, she is blessed with one important thing : she happens to always meet the right people at the right time to help her with whatever she needs. A true Godsend. Hopefully, it will stay that way. Amiinn.

We still have a lot of homeworks to be done.
I hope we could finish them all ‘on time’.

……..

As an only child, school is the village to cover what we couldn’t provide at home : meeting other kids regularly. For someone who rarely survive and not really into playdates, school is the only option. That’s the main reason why I send to school.

School delivery and pick up has been one of the most interesting parts during the last few years.

School during autumn term was one of the best core memories in motherhood. Every single morning during autumn never failed to make me want to capture everything that I saw. Be it the view to the school or the little girl herself.

When walked through the little forest, she made so many stops to see things, be it mushroom, plants, worms, just anything. I really loved all the morning walk sessions to the school during the -ber months in spite of the cold weather.

One of the best periods in life

Unlike one in London, school trip here is far from scenic. But, the car conversation has always been more interesting and intriguing that they givesome aches in my heart and brain sometimes.

“Do you know?” That is her signature silence breaking once the car engine was starting and she started talking and facts throwing about everything.
Or,
“I have a question”.
Usually, I take a deep breath first after this because it was mostly a-how and why question that requires more thinking before answering.

For someone who always prefers driving in silence, I keep telling myself to enjoy this as much as I can. This might be tiring to deal with sometimes, but, I am gonna miss this so much later. It will pass like so many things that I thought would last forever have passed. Once it’s gone, it’s gone.

Every time she closes the car/taxi door in the morning, then said our usual “have fun and have a nice day”, couldn’t help spelling my specific prayer,
every single day while unconsciously taking a deep breath.

Time indeed slips through my finger
Moments where I remember
She’s only five year old little girl
In a blink of an eye she turns into a niner

May Allah protects her through all the way.
Guard her in every of her actions and decisions.
Keep her safe wherever she is.
Strengthen her faith and keep her in a straight path.
Amin. Amin. Amin.

Happiest birthday, ❤️.