" A hero is a man who is afraid to run away"
- English proverb
|Sometimes, I just wonder... What he's thinking?|
10 months old, baby Zain is turning.
That means, his 1st birthday is fast approaching.
My full time job now is taking care of him, and I'm not complaining.
I'll do my things when he's sleeping.
He'll be in his walker when I'm cooking.
We'll go to the park in the evening.
We'll watch the pigeons feeding in the morning.
Everywhere I go, he is following.
In the middle of the night he's still crying...
and he's still breast-feeding.
Even though I'm helpless at cooking...
he makes me feel good when he's eating.
My eyes have dark circles for not enough sleeping.
I wish to get some massages when my body is aching.
He makes me happy when he's laughing.
He makes me worry when he's sick and weeping.
There's a long way to go and I'm learning...
... my baby will keep on growing.
If I'm gone I hope I'll be leaving...
a son who'll be a good muslimin.