Life is an explicable labyrinth,
Molded since the day we were born,
Tangled with destiny and despair,
Yet a journey far to be held.

A victim,
That's what i am,
Stupefied by the vagueness of life,
And shrouded by melancholy.

But there's a combatant in me,
That strives in every twist of life,
With only memories to hold on to,
And love to guide my soul.

I will once again rise,
From the ashes like the phoenix,
And face life as a true warrior,
Battling myself up to the zenith.

bY ShArInAh iBrAhIm....

My Hero, Why Have You Left My World So Gray?

I kept staring into space for no reason. I could feel the hollowness in my heart as it grew bigger each second. To the eyes of others i might have been happy,and carefree, but only i know how much i cry at nights thinking of the only missing part of my life...my hero, my papa...the man who raised me up to more than i can be. I still remember all those sweet thing that you did for me papa since the day i know the world till the very last moment of your life. You always said that i and Tarwin is your world and nothing is important to you than your family. And you have proved it so many times that you and only you became the man of our highest respectation.

Do you still remember when i was seven years old and i did a very terrible mistake and you accidentally burnt my hand? the scar is still visible on my right hand papa and believe me that I'm grateful that it happens, because every time i see the scar it reminds me of you and symbolizes that you're a part of me. Every single detail that i never cared before this, became the things that i hold so dearly because all of it reminds me of you. Like the time you'll tickle me when i'm angry or i'm sad in order to make me laugh. Some times it pisses me off that you do that to me but now i would do anything to get one chance...just another one chance to feel your hands ticking me....and to see the smile on your face and the laughter in your eyes as you find my behavior funny. I can hear the laughter fading as tear started to roll down my cheeks.

Every time mama called me, i couldn't stop myself from crying because i know she's all alone in the house. I can feel her sorrow and pain and i know that she cries every day, thinking about you. But she never told me, she'll pretend like she's so brave and that she can still continue with life so that i and Tarwin would be strong enough to keep on with our life. Even now i can still remember the way you and mama will fight about lots of things but the passion that the two of you radiate is so strong that none of that ever came in between you for i can see the love in your eyes and her's. So pure, so true. It always amazes me that every time you wake up from sleep the first person you'll search for is mama. You always said to me that she's the reason that you have became the man you are today.

Papa, i want to see you again, i want to touch you and kiss your cheeks like i always do when i go to school or before you went to work and i want to hug you tightly and never let go. I was so careless before for i have forgotten that life is like a journey, where there's a beginning, there always be an ending. I have hurt you a couple of times and in so many ways but still your love toward me never lessen even the the tiniest fraction....it only grew bigger. You really like it when i massage your head or your feet but stupid me, i have always sighed, mumble, pouted or even refused to do it. I have always been dumb and a mindless jerk who happen to not realize that i was lucky to have you as my father. Oh god, how much i pray to once again touch my father's feet while he sleeps with a smile on his face.... too late......fate have gotten the best out of me.

But i still can make you happy...i believe it. You have worked so hard to give me proper education so that in the future i need not to suffer like you have during your youth. And so i will. I will do the best in my studies and make you proud of me. I will always pray for you that Allah The Almighty will forgive your sin and open the doors to heaven for you. And i will with no doubt take care of the other being in my life who meant so much to me as you do. Mama. I will never hurt her and i will treasure every moment i have with her.

I have learn my lesson. Life hold so many perplexity and death of a beloved one is one of it. The easiest way to overcome it would be to give up on life and keep on mourning forever, but the hardest way is to keep moving forward and strive to make life much better with only memories to hold on to. I guess life is always about making the hard choice because those who took the easy way always perish in mid journey.

The Day I Lost My Beloved Father

On the 24th of June, at 11.30 p.m. I received a phone call from my brother asking me to fly from Sarawak back to Kuala Lumpur as soon as possible. He claimed that my mother was very ill and was going for operation for her knees as i knew she was suffering from arthritis. But i was having my biology exam on 25th of June, so I kinda hesitated. But my brother forced me to come and so does my mum, which is weird regarding her being the sick one, and that my father didn't even speak to me. He never did that. So I decided to take my flight first thing in the morning. But peculiarly i couldn't sleep all night. I feel hollow for some reason. I bathed at 4 in the morning and i was roaming around restlessly to wait for Miss Effa who will bring me to the Kuching International Airport. I couldn't even eat my breakfast for I was suffering from nausea. My flight took of at 9.30 a.m. and i arrived at LCCT Kuala Lumpur at 11a.m. Suddenly my aunt and uncle came to pick me up at the airport. Which Is way too weird. Then when i was in the car on the highway, my uncle broke the silence.
"You know that your father got a heart attack right?" He told me and at that moment my mind went blank, i could feel my heart stopped beating for a moment and my breath was caught on my throat. Of course i don't know, how dumb could he be to ask me such a question.
"Is he okay?" i asked.
"He's not okay." came my uncle's reply. But i still wouldn't loose the fight.
"You mean he's not okay as if he's in ICU or something but he's okay right?" This time i asked more sternly.
"No, he's not okay." The same answer. He's really starting ti piss me off.So i turn to my left, where one of my relative was sitting, Hanisah. I didn't ask her anything but she understood what i needed to know. Tear stated to flow down her cheeks and she just shake her head. That time i might have the slightest idea as to what happened but i was fighting that possibility so hard in my mind that i couldn't accept the mere idea. Can anyone just tell me what in the name of hell just happened. I just wanted to shout. But that's when the truth came.
"He passed away." Hanisah said. My head started to swarm and my eyes went blurry. I realized that i was hyperventilating. I was trying to register this piece of information in my dumb head.
I couldn't speak. I felt my lips move but i didn't feel my voice coming out. At last I manage to say "what?". My aunt explained that my father had a heart attack on 23 June at 2 a.m. He fell on the floor when he was peeing and didn't move at all. My brother and mum rushed him to the hospital. The doctor explained that my father had a severe heart attack, one of his valve in the heart burst, causing internal bleeding. His sugar level was 27 and he was in a very critical condition. Later on 24th of June his kidneys stopped functioning and one hour later he blow his last breath around 10.45 p.m. after the doctors have struggled to save him.
I cried and cried and cried.I screamed like hell in the car. I don't care anymore. I was too scared to get back home. They said that the reason they did not bury my dad yet was to wait for me to come. Once i reached the parking lot, i rushed to my house. But when i reach my house gate and saw my dad's body inside the house, i fell hard on the floor and start weeping. I keep saying to myself that this is not true. That sooner I'm going to wake up and i'm going to laugh at my own bad dream. But that soon never come. My brother picked me up and escorted me into the house. My dad, my hero was lying there motionless and it tore my heart apart. The hurt that i felt was unbearable and i was trembling from head to toe. I managed to kiss my father's forehead and his cheeks. He felt as cold as snow that it terrifies me to a level beyond imagination.My most beloved papa. Nothing and no one can ever replace him anymore. It feels as though i have lost a huge chunk of my soul. God why this have to happen to me....to my family.
Everyone ask me to stop crying because they know that I'm a brave woman, but the truth is I'm not brave, I was so scared, so uncontrollable that i almost go berserk. The pain was too unbearable and I'm still 18 and young. This is just too much. I have been preparing for something bad when my mum wanted me to come back because my instinct sensed something like that and usually my instinct were never wrong but not for something worst. My heart couldn't take it and i kept crying for the whole day until my face cramp. I want him back, i want to seek forgiveness from him and tell him that i love him and i want to hug him and kiss him and treasure every moment i might have with him...but it was too late, he's gone. But only from his body not from this world. I can feel him looking down at me and staying by my side. i promised him once that no matter what happened I will continue my studies and one day become the best doctor. And i shall keep to that promise. All the memories that i had of him i will treasure till the day of my last breath and he will live forever in my heart and the heart of all those people he have come across in his life.
May Allah forgive all of his sins and open his ways to heaven. Amin.

In Memories Of Hj.Mohd Ibrahim Bin Esop a good man, a good husband and a good father.

The symbol Of A New Life

The smell of blood was pungent,
And bodies lay motionless around me,
Screams and pleads deafening me,
As war erupts,
Annihilating everything on its path.

I wondered,
Is this how it’ll ends,
Fear, rage, vengeance and hatred,
Burning mankind into nothing but ashes.

Tear slide down my stained cheeks,
I stand there in the heart of my birthplace,
Staring at the eyes of death itself,
And watching as buildings lay in ruins.

There’s nothing left,
Of what has once been hope,
Replaced by grief and despair.

But then I saw it,
A butterfly so serene,
Flying through the remnants,
Looking for a flower,
As I doubt that it will ever find one in a place as such.

Even so the butterfly never once daunted,
It keeps on looking, and looking and looking,
And it even came up to me,
As it tried landing on my face.

I laughed at its persistency,
But in the middle of nothing,
Was a little flower among the dirt,
The symbol of a new life.

Now I know that hope never dies,
With everything that we endure,
It will either bring you down,
Or build you stronger than before.

I believe that it will all end,
For war can never overcome peace,
For it is after all the nature of life,
One day peace will be blessed upon us,
And that day shall be the day of our independence.


SHARINAH IBRAHIM

In My Heart

It was a cold rainy June day,
When you left my world so gray,
I still remember kissing your icy cold cheeks,
As warm tears slide from my eyes,
I still remember,
Those moments we shared in joy,
The memories we created,
and the dreams that we made,
But now,
it seems like ages away,
but every memories i treasured,
and every dreams i make come true,
Sometimes i can't believe you're gone,
You always swore you'd never leave me alone,
When i see all the other girls with their father,
The pain in my heart was unbearable,
If you were here, i know what I'd do,
I'll stay by your side and never let go,
But even though you're gone, You'll be forever,
In my heart.


I would like to dedicate this poems to those who have lost a father....
And to those who still have their father, please treasure each moment you
have with them , for you might not know what lies a head....
Happy Father's Day....
I LOVE YOU DAD!!!!!!

Sharinah Ibrahim