i am not afraid to stand alone~~if Allah is by my side

Friday, February 16, 2007

Enough of the mushy mushy words from my previous entry (i was feeling groovy awhile back, must be due to the impending holidays and excitement over project xxx...yey). Or should a date at the movie comes first then followed by project xxx, hmmmm. Oh by the way, I'm dating my man out tonight....anyone wishes for a Ride with a Ghost? (think Nicholas Cage's Ghost Rider)

Let's move on shall we. Or rather let's just take a step back to last evening. The situation went like this - Her Royal Highness was having dinner, Heir & Heiress were having dinner too with Bibik Ana feeding them. Heiress got cranky over a fish soup she was having. Something about wanting only white meat and not settling for any other than white, not even its skin. Arms flailing, legs thumping, superficial wails....she morphed into an uncontrollable, beyond reason, typical spoilt-brat. No nice words could calm her down. I told Bik Ana to just ignore her and stop feeding her. Next, the Heiress just went a tad too far this time, she went way out of line thus incurring the wrath of Her Royal Highness. She came barging to me with Bik Ana's green slipper, intent on throwing the slipper at me. Talking about respect or the lack thereof.

So what was my reaction? Heard of the saying spare the rod, spoil the child? I whispered astaghfirullahhalazim to myself, headed to the most dreaded place I wish I don't have to go (err...thingy is on my dryer machine), grabbed the cursed stick and turned back. This time, my prey was not in sight. Heir decided to play villain last night and pointed to the direction of the dining table...real saboteur. SHE WAS THERE, hiding underneath the dining table, cuddled up into a ball, waiting in anticipation to what might come next. I felt sick to the stomach but I know this is something I just have to do. Better fix it right now than later. It wasn't for the reason that she was aiming the slipper at me that I punish her. Hey, if she ever does that to other people which thankfully she does not, I would have whacked her good myself!

Ah hah!! You can run but you can never hide baby. In split seconds I whacked her once, twice, thrice and maybe more. Face is the only body part which is a big no-no for me. People say a person can be a dumb mute if whacked on the face all the time. Wallahualam.

After the whacking saga, she was literally bringing the house down, this time her cries were far from superficial, it was real cries of pain. Made her say sorry to Bik Ana, sorry to me, sorry for misbehaving.

But kids are the most innocent, purest form of humans. They forgive and forget that easily. No matter how we punish them they will love us back even more. The longing feeling to be loved, to be forgiven, to be accepted in the arms of the Punisher. Ain't that just amazing? There's simply not a single sensation of hate in them. Or perhaps at their age, they simply do not decipher hate. It's like they are born to love, give love and be loved.

You know why I said what I said and I said it in full conviction? Cos moments later, she was doing this....

.....performing her usual antics in the hope of gaining back Her Royal Highness's smile. And you know what? She aces everytime, effortlessly. Wafa, Ibu sayang you very much, I cane you now for I fear Allah's caning comes in an even greater magnitude and you will never be able to withstand that, not even me. I am protecting you my precious gem, hope you understand.

And I rather you feel the pain now than be living in pain the rest of your life sweet baby...for all good things come from Allah s.w.t, whatever lacking from it could only come from me, Love.

Friday, February 16, 2007