MY FAVOURITE FAMILY MEMBER

In family institution, caring and love are the main part to build a peace and harmony household. Among the family member, someone maybe will choose one and two from his or her family member to share his or her feelings, to tell his or her problems and ask for help, or to understand his or her emotion in other situation. In this case, the family member, who was we choose before, will try to understand and help us compared to other our family member. This maybe was start since we were three years old and above.
In my opinion, choosing the favourite family member should be start from who was sacrifice most to our family. Who is he or she? It was she - our MOTHER. Her true name is Zawiah binti Zakaria. She was born 23 December 1957, in Pasir Putih. She was facing a hard and poor life since she was children. Her mother and also my grandmother, Zakiah was forced to move to Kuala Krai because of her own reason. In poor life, she learnt how to be reliant. To me, my mother was the person who sacrifices most to our family and I since my eldest brother was born in 1976. She was the good reason where I was born and existed in her life. She was a very caring and loving person. Every day, she teaches me how to depend on ourselves where she will die soon. She also teaches me and my other siblings how to read Koran, live in village condition and advising me to learn and study hard to achieve a good future. Either I realize or not, in her prayer, she invoke to get bless from Allah, our God and asking to bless her son and her husband. She also invoke for our peaceful and prosperous. Although she was not a true pious woman, she cares about her religion. She learn a lot from the Islam knowledge and she always tries to teach us with her knowledge in Islam.
I still remember, the big sacrifice that mom gave to me is – her willing to give birth me. In the world, to give birthday a baby is the hardest pain that will faced by someone who will called ‘mother’ soon. When I came out from my mother’s womb, I can see the outside world, where I will face many challenges before I grow up became a human. When I was children, there is nothing I can remember except this- My mother forced to walk about 5 km to go to school to register me in a good school. Poor mom! Although she has a lot of work to do in the morning – works as a rubber tapper. Every morning, she and my father will sent me first to school before go to collect rubber in their estate, about 20 km from my house.
When I grow up became a teenager, mom has to work harder to send my other siblings to school. In her opinion, all of her son and daughter must be schooling, because she doesn’t want anybody from her son and daughter will face what she have faced before- poor life.
Until year 2008, I was studying at the college, and I realize without my mother’s sacrifice, I cannot stand here as right now. At the age, I think she was everything to me. To send me to the college, my mom has to work very hard and try other alternatives because at the time, there was the raining season. I can see at my mom’s face, her face often to pale because her often thinking how to find some money to sent college. Moreover, my other siblings also need money to pay their needs such as school fee, exercise book, stationary and school bag. Until one time, she came to me. While she put her hand on my shoulder, she says “My son, look at our life. Sometimes to achieve to good future, from the beginning we should work harder, to got it. For you, my son, I will give anything to you for your save and I also hope that you will never forget what I have done for you”. Suddenly, I felt my eye drop, slowing down to my cheeks. I also saw, my mom’s eye, full of hope looks like as asking me to hold the responsible as a son and what should a son give to both his parents. I cry, for the first time since I was standing at the road which aims to the victory.
Now, I understand, my mom is the special part of my life that will never can be replaced with other peoples because caring and love, from our mother is last forever until her last breathe. Dear mom, now I have standing at the right path, which you and our God, Allah shows. I will follow this path, mom, and never forget your sacrifice. I love you, my mom!