tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8936078112177094830.post7832991721531742441..comments2012-06-15T23:02:04.210+08:00Comments on Story about Life: kenduri.Amira Sakinah Sulaimanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06578941599191189945noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8936078112177094830.post-5998099265596442962011-01-11T18:56:08.977+08:002011-01-11T18:56:08.977+08:00hurm..quite same izz!!
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juz redha...hurm..quite same izz!!<br />;((<br />never mind!!,<br />juz redha!!<br />moga roh2 mereka dtmptkn dlm klngn org yg beriman.<br />amin...Amira Sakinah Sulaimanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06578941599191189945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8936078112177094830.post-9068201575924921652011-01-11T07:50:05.995+08:002011-01-11T07:50:05.995+08:00Do you wanna know sumthing?
What had happened to y...Do you wanna know sumthing?<br />What had happened to you goes similarly to me too..<br />One evening,in my class when i just finished my maths exam,suddenly my mother's mom(my grandmother) knocked on the classroom door..<br />Then,my teacher gave permission for her to take me home.. i was going like ???<br />In the car,there was dead silence..<br />Then,my uncle(who was driving that time) asked me how to go to my father's mom's house..<br />I gave them the direction without questioning anything...<br />When we reached to the house, there were a lot of cars..<br />After i entered the house,i saw everybody crying..<br />However,i didn't found my father..<br />Out of the blue,my uncle took me to the mosque..<br />There we prayed for the deceased.. and i got panicked because i didn't found my father..<br />Then,my uncle took me to the cemetery..<br />You wanna know what, i saw my father carrying the deceased.. then mind when wild,confused..<br />My uncle then explained that my grandfather passed away..<br />Suddenly, i felt something dripping on my cheek.. i cracked into tears..<br />He was my only grandfather i had and i was very closed with him..<br />I can still remember playing with him..<br />And i don't even stand a chance on taking a glance,just a glance, on him for the last time..<br />Don't mention kissing him..<br />I was his only grandchild that didn't kiss him for the last time..<br />However,i pitied my mak long more..<br />She just had the chance on meeting his father after after the funeral because she flew all the way from brunei..<br />And that night was the first time i saw my father cried..<br />So,that was my story that is quite similar to yours..Twelve the secondhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05740075787324945756noreply@blogger.com