If i could give ibu the world or anything she wanted, I would give her my own heart and soul. I would let her ease into some space where she could live again... for i would be doing it for her, and i would see her smile... i wish that i could take her heart, and make her sorrow go away, and answer all her fears......
I wish, but then i can not, as i wait...
but loving is a hard, hard way, with all the pain it brings. Yet there is no other way to touch the heart of things...
"I'm sorry ibu! ... i'm sorry if i fail so much, i guess that's my downfall. I wish that you'd understand me more and love me for who i am... the person Allah made me to be... but it seems you can't, so i can not be me... you want me to be the perfect daughter, the one you imagined me to be... i have already done my best, but you take the rest and tell me that you aren’t happy... i’m sorry, ibu! i really am trying...i'm miss u so much...
"Ya Allah, please tell my mom, that i do LOVE her so very much!!! please tell her that!!!
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