my mom....
Saturday, 12 January 2013 | 0 comment(s)
arinie... berapa lama aku ambik masa untuk tulis essay BI.. mmg lama gila, tpi berbaloi. sbbnya.. aq tulis 3 page, sepuluh perenggan kot.. heheh...
aq mmg puas aty ngan karangan aq... tpi, x tau la nak dpt brapa markah...
almaklum jela... kalau bab idea.. aq nombor 1 d dpan... tpi kalau bb grammar.. aq nombor 1 jgak, tpi dri blakg.. heheh :P
nak baca essay aq?? inilah dy... :-
Mazita, that is her name. I wonder what its mean and one
day, I asked her about it. ‘actually your grandmother wants to name me
Mashitah, I do not know how but the day I registered they made a mistake when
they tried to spell my name. so, it became Mazita’ She told me. She was born on
1969, 12 years after Malaysia gained independence.
A little bit round but still looking cute and beautiful.
With reddish white and smooth skin also combined with a pairs slanting eye and
light brown pupils, people always mistaken her for a Chinese. Even she is
around 40 years old, but I can see a
small wrinkles around her eyes and I thought, what a beautiful face. Theres one
day, all of my family member went to a competition ‘the tallest member in the
family’ when we line up, she is the shortest among the adult in family, even
shorter than I am.
Between my father and my mother, I am closer to my mom
rather than my father. It is not because I do not love my father but it is like
I have some special connection with her. I think the reason is so simple, my
mom is so understanding. I do not have any big secret with her, almost everything that happens in my life I told
her. From friends problem to my everyday routine, I told her everything about
it. But, as I know she will also let my father know about my problem and I am
okay about it.
For me, the most precious memory in my life when I get my
PMR result. My teacher called the excellent student one by one and I did not
hear my name yet. As the time passed, I heard my name being called. I stood up
and go to the front to take the slip, I feel like dreaming. I am one of the top
student. After that I went looking for my mom, and I saw she is waiting for my
with tears and smile. I show her my slip and I saw she just noded with a smile on
her face. She hugged me and kissed my forehead.
I was overwhelmed. My eyes started turning red. As the time
passed, in her arm I cried in happiness. Started from that moment, I treasured her
even more than before. Whenever I go, I must and always asked my mother to came
along. Although I was going to my friends house, I still wanted her to came
along.
I am her daughter. So, of course I know about her
personalities. She love reading and cooking same as me. Like people said, like
mother, like daughter’. She really enjoy reading. Sience fiction, journal,
letter, newspaper or magazines, she will read anything that you give to her.
But, she enjoy the most when reading love novels. Famous author like Damya
Hanna, Fauziah Ashari, Aishah Sofea and Sharifah Abu Salem, she read all their collection. There was a
time when I saw she is crying while reading ‘Andai itu Takdirnya’ a
romantic-sad novels. I just burst of laugh when I saw that.
Although she is busy with her office thing, but she always
spent time to try new cooking recipes. The most unforgettable dish I ever had
is laksa. My favourite food on planet. The other personalities she had is
talkative. Everyday, around 5.30 p.m she reaches home. When she is at home, she
will complaint almost every single thing in the house.
She always say ‘’why this house is so mess? Kakak, sweep the
floor. Ifah, wash the plate. Ifah,did you
hang out the laundry like I told you?’’ Although I done it in the first place, but she
always repeat the same order and question everyday. As the only daughter in the family, I know I
have to help my mom in the housework and I do it without fail.
Since kid, she always give me support and advise. Until now,
she still besides me, support and helping me. Her kindness, always give me
calmness. Her lips always carved with sweet, calm smile. She taught me about
life, kindness, hardworking, honesty, about how to be a success in life.
‘everything that we gain in this life is not belong to us forever. When the
time comes, we have to let it go. Health, beauty, wealth and intelligence is
all belong to our god. All just loan from Him,Allah.’she tells me. She is my
mentor, my patient listener and counselor.
In the future, I want become somebody. Not just somebody
that is success in her life but also can reply all my parent hardness and can
give them happiness.
