Thursday, 14 November 2013

Let's see the world in others perspective.

Assalamualaikum,
Today is Thursday, 14th November 2013. Alhamdulillah.
Take a deep breath.
Let's widened our view of making perception.
Open our eyes bigger than you could even visualize
Stop the very second of time and take a look at what is the topic about.


How am I supposed to begin?
The thought of writing about this topic is when my friend told me a story about our old friend that had changed 360 degree out of this world. It wasn't a happy story actually but,. Yeah, people changed. She was a great friend. She could make your day with her laugh, her kindness and her stupid act. She's a superb cool friend too. Her behaviour, her talking and her smile is the same, but not the way she dress up nowadays. Her style were TOO UPDATED. She changed a lot tracking up the style that came from artist and internet. I knew that she's a pretty lady in and out. But, that was not the right way of dressing up. It was a sudden changed when the last time I saw her wearing a proper jeans and a shirt was last two years and NOW she's preferring shorts and tank top.
WHY?
People grew up.
Factors that I see as a friend that had been long lost not contacting was because of internet and surrounding. Her mother does not stop her from dyeing her hair or polishing her nails. So, what can her friends say to stop her, right? Studying in a girls' school and surrounded with non-muslim, the urge for you to be one of them were huge. They have this freedom to wear anything and dolled up with everything. Who would judge? When you get involved in the circle of non-muslim and wear something like them, people won't even know you're a muslim. Moreover, teachers or neighbours in Penang aren't like a busybody people in 'kampung'. Whatever you do, as long as it does not disturb one's life, you may go on with it. Can you see the thinking? Yes, that was a FACT, REALITY of today!

A second story was about my friends I knew since kindergarden.
This girl was just normal and still am normal.Maybe lack of some attitude and behaviour. I knew her as a shy girl but she talk a lot in her circle of friend. She does not like to hangout or stay off home if I ask her out during primary studies. So, we aren't close that time. Unfortunately, she went to boarding school and comes home sometimes, she was still the same. Not offending her grandmother's word or anything. But what happen to me, I was searching for freedom and play a lot. I don't give a damn about advices and he mother once had not let her befriend with me. But NOW,things changed upside down. She won't listen. She flirt with boys. She doesn't care about her harsh words and how she tend be having direct skin contact with guys. It's like shaking hand with your puppy-brother as result of respecting?
WHY?
She turned up to be working after PMR because life is not standing on her side. She need money to ease up some burden of her grandparents. So, she work all the sweat for months and still working now on. Who to blame? Everything was not really her fault. We can't judge her parents. She live with her grandparents after both of her parent divorced and her mother remarried. She work to pay for school bills and support her sister too at first but as she receive money resultants of her hard work and having a lot of friends that teaches her some way of FREEDOM. She CHANGED! She start making boyfriends. Having essential relationship that made her fantasize that world are just in the small scope of friends around her. Never care hows home, losing respect to elders. She dragged herself into someone else that I knew she had never dream of being one. I sympathize her, I knew she had chose a wrong path. But, it's  never too late to change. InsyAllah.

The last story was deep.
Do you even know how to hold a baby?
About a mother of my age, 16. I was her close friend when we were 12 years old. We hangout, we run off our house and a lot more stupid stuff we had done together. She is pretty in her own. Her smile does melt some heart of men and her word were as sharp as a sword. She a reliable friend. She would help me and we took care of one another. I changed school and get transferred. She was left behind and after few years(this year) I saw her. She was holding a cute baby. I wonder why did she hold that baby and was working at the Bazaar Ramadhan with a guy? And, it was HER BABY and her HUSBAND was beside her. I could feel that my heart had fall off the place. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was terrible feeling. My adrenaline flows fast in my body and had shaken my knees off. Memories flashes over few years ago where we laugh and giggle about the unseen future.
WHY?
I'm speechless and clueless too. Her husband is a tempered man. I had even heard that she had left home a few times to go on socialize with friends. Her baby? Left behind to no one at home. Then, her mother help to take good care of the baby and my friend stays at her parents house leaving her husband. It is complicated just writing it. So, how could that really happen was because of the lacks of parental teaches. Her parents aren't strict at all. They were like toys(people told me that). I was shocked to just heard it but seeing my friend like that. I do believe some part of the story. The people around the house had try to give advices, but it end up miserably. No one gets the chance to ever let them talk till the end. It always get a full stop within a second after talking. One thing for sure, I just wish that her baby would grow well healthily and change the life of 'THE' family. The baby could learn from surrounding. May Allah lead some light to the baby and the mother. Amin.

Concluded by the stories,



Let's take a lesson.
Wassalam

2 comments:

  1. Im touched with the last story :'( How could it be weh bila kita ni dah ada baby? OMG

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    1. Choosing a wrong path in life, maybe? We have that kind of friend too, remember? But 'that person' change beyond the expectation. Alhamdulillah. Let's just pray the best for my old friend in whatever situation she's facing right now.

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