Unconditional love

Good day my beloved readers, I would like to wish all of you a happy Syawal and raya celebration first of all. Secondly, I am sorry for closing the blog down for a while last time. Had some issues and entries that needed to be sorted out. =)

Well, today, I would love to narrate to all of you a little story from my childhood days which was brought upon when I watched the movie 'I Am Sam'. Just as a suggestion, if you have yet to watch the movie, go ahead and watch it. It's beautifully done and the storyline, marvelous.

The story that I would love to share with all of you today, is actually a little incident that happened when I was 8 if I remembered correctly. That night, I was having a terrible stomachache and I kept on vomiting involuntarily. It was lucky for me that my parents were still wide awake and considering that I might had foo poisoning, they rushed me to a clinic. Upon seeing the doctor, I was told I had appendicitis. It was late at night and yet, my father drove all the way from Ampang to Petaling Jaya, to have me admitted into the hospital for the removal of my appendix.

A thing about me was, during my childhood, I spent lots of times in the hospital and I remembered my mother telling me, my late father used to say something like this, 'Hang ni awwir, time orang dapat cuti hang masuk hospital.' and he actually has a good reason saying that because, he was the one who was always accompanying me in the hospital room. Sleeping on the couch doesn't even bother him a single bit. His only concern was if I was feeling better or worse. I on the other hand just like the treatment in the hospital. (Awkward right? =))

I remembered the day of the operation. I wasn't at all thinking of the consequences but instead, I was just happy to know, when it's all over, I'll get a few days off school and I'll be at home. As I was about to be taken to the operation room, I saw my mother sobbing in one corner, while my late father was comforting her. If I'm to guess, he was just being strong for her telling her everything would be fine. But, if I were to look carefully, I would truly see the worry and concern in his eyes.

The operation went well I assume, cause when I woke up, I see both my parents looking at me smiling. The doctor was there too, and he told me not to put any strain on my body as the stitching was still fresh. When it was removed a few weeks later, I was left with this scar on the lower right torso and it still can be seen until today.

I f anyone was to ask me of the scar, I would show it proudly to them, cause to me, its not really a scar. It's a mark of an unconditional love. Thank you Bapa and Mummy for loving me so much. I pray that Allah will be as kind to the both of you, a kindness that I in no way could ever repay. I love you both so much.

Munawwir Khan Yusoff Khan

p.s To my beloved readers, if you are reading this, and if both your parents are still around, give them a hug once you get back home or perhaps just a phone call, asking them how was their day. If they are gone, pray them a prayers or two everyday. It doesn't take long to express your gratitude and love to them if you compare it with the sacrifices they have shown you.