My bro's SPM

Salam

My younger bro just got his SPM result. My dad texted me:

"result hazim 3A+, 2A, 3A-, 2B+, 1C+, yg b dan c tu semua subject sains, habis lah harapan nak buat medic. nampknya blh jd tok imam je lah"

hahaha..

(well, to be honest i am glad if he doesnt take the medic path. i dont want him to end up like me. heh heh..)

few days later, in his FB status my bro wrote:

"fuh~smngat blik lpas kne baSoh ngan ayah ak..dia kata:hidup nie naik turun cm main b0la..kdg2 menang..kdg2 klah..kdang2 injured..renung2kan.."

this is a story of nasihat yg berhikmah seorg ayah kpd anaknye yg gile bola

I miss my Dad

I miss the moments we watched football together, usually in midnight

He can shout, cheer, condemn and complaint tru the 90 mins of dramatic game

I glad he has something he can express his emotions, and not be shamed to do so even in front of us

He is keenly observant

He talk a lot about football tactics and moves, and i learnt a lot from him (well, theoretically...)

Its really hurt when i see he tore his ACL in a match. He undergone a surgery and spent one gloomy year without football.

This is one of the things in played my mind when i decided to become an orthopedic.

sometimes remembering the reasons why you are here can be motivating...

a.w.a.k.e.n...

We were given so many prizes
We changed the desert into oasis
We built buildings of different lengths and sizes
And we felt so very satisfied

We bought and bought
We couldn't stop buying
We gave charity to the poor 'cause
We couldn't stand their crying
We thought we paid our dues
But in fact
To ourselves we're just lying

Oh...I'm walking with my head lowered in shame from my place
I'm walking with my head lowered from my race
Yes it's easy to blame everything on the west
When in fact all focus should be on ourselves

We were told what to buy and we'd bought
We went to London, Paris and Costa Del Sol
We made show we were seen in the most exlusive shops
Yes we felt so very satisfied

We felt our money gave us infinite power

We forgot to teach our children about history and honor
We didn't have any time to lose
When we were.. (were)
So busy feeling so satisfied

I'm walking with my head lowered in shame from my place
I'm walking with my head lowered from my race
Yes it's easy to blame everything on the west
When in fact all focus should be on ourselves

We became the visuals without a soul
despite the heat
Our homes felt so empty and cold
To fill the emptiness
We bought and bought
Maybe all the fancy cars
And bling will make us feel satisfied

My dear brother and sister
It's time to change inside
Open your eyes
Don't throw away what's right aside
Before the day comes
When there's nowhere to run and hide
Now ask yourself 'cause Allah's watching you

Is He satisfied?
Is Allah satisfied?
Is Allah satisfied?
Is Allah satisfied?

Oh..I'm walking with my head lowered in shame from my place
I'm walking with my head lowered from my race
Yes it's easy to blame everything on the west
When in fact all focus should be on ourselves