sometimes, Allah breaks our heart, to make us a Whole

sometimes, Allah sends us Pain, so that we can be Strong

sometimes, Allah sends us Failure, so that we can be Humble

sometimes, Allah sends us Illness, so that we can take Better Care

sometimes, Allah takes Everything away from us, so we can learn the Value

went out with my mama...shopping..bought new pair of slipper and pants with her..it been so long we dident go out together.. really miz it..so took the opportunity to treat her for lunch and accompany her for window shopping..90% of my holidayz ..i spent my time at home with my mama..only 10% of it spent time with prinze and @ workz every sunday..people say holidayz are the best time to work part time and earn more money..but i decided not this time and decided to stay @ home to help my mama and accompany her..-not a single regret-..

i alwayz hate it when my mama nag and nag..but i noe inside her heart she meant well..talk about favouritism..from my presence view..i noe she loves my sista more than she loves me but she always said that she treat both of us fairly..and when i look into her eyes i believes her..i dont noe y i am being emotional talking bout my mama todayz..just hope that she read my blog one day coz just want to tell u mama..i love u so much!

-i dedicated tis poem to my Mama-

A MOTHER'S LOVE
A Mother's love is somethingthat no on can explain,

It is made of deep devotionand of sacrifice and pain,

It is endless and unselfishand enduring come what may

For nothing can destroy itor take that love away . . .

It is patient and forgivingwhen all others are forsaking,

And it never fails or falterseven though the heart is breaking . . .

It believes beyond believingwhen the world around condemns,

And it glows with all the beautyof the rarest, brightest gems . . .

It is far beyond defining,it defies all explanation,

And it still remains a secretlike the mysteries of creation . . .

A many splendoured miracleman cannot understand

And another wondrous evidenceof God's tender guiding hand.