Masa berlalu tak terasa

Diam tak diam, dah 17 tahun anak perempuan pertama aku meninggal. Kalau dia hidup, dah besar and certainly pretty and beautiful macam Mama dia.

2nd August 1991, that was when she was forced out from my womb. Not breathing, no heart beat, lifeless with the umbilical cord around her neck. The tiny little girl was due in 2 days, she was heavier than her brother, indicated that she was healthy then. And she was a perfect little baby with all ten fingers and all ten toes. Sharp nose and big eyes. She looked like her brother. Actually, all of them did look alike when they were born.

If she was alive, I wouldn't have Eriq and Erin. One girl and one boy, that would be enough. Our life would be different. But she was a still-birth. I was devastated. The experience of burying my girl was the saddest point in my life. That made me want more children. And I was so determined to have another girl.

Not long, came Eriq and Erin. Eriq was a blessing, and Erin was a gift. Each of them made me a much happier mother. And bringing them up, makes me a better person. For Qhairul, Eriq and Erin, are my true love. Love beyond any condition, love beyond any compr0mising.

Setiap musibah ada hikmah nya. And this is what it is all about.