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If I ever get married one day *cough,cough*, and have a daughter, I will pick a night with her and talk about love and life.  On that night I shall buy her a scarf, sit by her bedside and tell her this. “My dear daughter, here is a scarf; wear it. Now I know you are going to cringe and sulk right now, and you are going to ask why. And you are going to expect me to lecture you about the justification from AnNur word by word, noun by noun. But no, I’m not going to do that. You can pick the Book later, anytime, and read it anywhere. But I will tell you this—wear it because you want to, not because you need to.   My dear daughter, At one point in your life, you will see your friends in latest trends and fashion. You will see the popular and the pretty, always in their full-faced makeup, tiniest dresses, and colorful tresses. How  they are admired and seemingly loved by many, and you are tempted to follow them. Don’t. Wear normal, simple clothes....

Mak, Tanpa mak siapa la achik. Achik tak berada di mana achik berdiri tanpa mak. Mak yang banyak membantu dari segi kewangan. Walau susah mana pun, mak tetap ada untuk beri yang terbaik untuk achik. Achik ingat masa belajar dulu, achik nak pakai sangat duit. Abah takde, kerja. Mak jalan kaki 2 kilometer nak pergi bank untuk bank in kan acik duit belanja.  *serious shit air mata tetiba je mengalir masa tulis ni* Achik tahu achik banyak buat salah. Achik admit benda tu semua adalah proses untuk meningkat dewasa dan mematangkan pemikiran. Achik tahu apa mak rasa, banyak memikul beban di bahu. Achik memang nak sangat senangkan mak. Achik nak mak rasa yang pengorbanan mak tu tak pernah sia sia. Walaupun perangai membebel mak tu kadang kadang super annoying, bila dah duduk jauh jauh ni memang rindu sangat. Selalu je rasa bila lah achik nak jadi super kaya boleh bagi mak maid seorang dua siap dengan driver biar mak tak payah buat apa apa pun lagi.  Terima kasih kerana selalu ad...

It was the 1950s. Emran was the only male child of seven, in Syed al-Yamani’s family. The youngest of the family, the apple of the eye, was very lavished by her mother, Syarifah Khatija. Syarifah Khatija was a strict old lady, especially after being the sole breadwinner when the patriarch passed away. Although strict, Syarifah gave his son everything—the best education, the best clothes and taught the best of manners and he grew to be a very fine young man. At twenty-one, now working a good job and saving a lot of money, It is time now for Emran to marry. Emran was ready too, he was mature and popular among the girls so Syarifah half-expected that he’d have a good candidate. “ Ummi, I have known this friend, a female friend. ” Emran said one day. “ Good? What’s her name? ” “ Aisyah. ” “ Aisyah? Aisyah what? ” “ Aisyah binti Burhan, ummi. ” “ Hm. Just friends, I hope. No fancy stuff. “ His mother was silent after that. Maybe his mother didn’t know this girl, that’s why she looks ...