A man is lucky if he is the first love of a woman, a woman is lucky if she is the last love of the man. -Charles Dickens

Any man can get a million girls any day. But it takes a real man to love one girl a million ways!

Why do god create men before women?

Becoz god needed a rough draft before creating his master piece....
Just a joke buddy....

Don't Judge A Book By It's Cover......

Well, just reading the title gives you the whole idea as to what i want to say.....but trust me you might have no idea, how it hurts to have people judge you trough stupid or insignificant things.....like your appearence, your silence, your lack of responses to idiotic things and even events that involves you to react in your own way.

Now, i don't really want to talk about appearances...coz i know that is universal and people are never going to stop judging that aspect even if you shot them with a machine gun, or run a whole bulldozer on them or chain them up and rip them into pieces.......coz all this years of my life, if i ever learned anything, it's this; appearances describe eveything that true nature, iq level or attitude cannot describe... for example, if a woman is beautiful but stupid and act like a total bitch....then she's very acceptable into societies and men would drool over them.....but when a woman is, let say less beautiful but intelligent and have good attitude, then she's just another one of those people who's best ignored or be tortured with teasings and mockings for the rest of her life......wow...what a world we all living in huh?....

Anyway what i really want to talk about is this.....your silence and your lack of response to idiotic things......people think that when you are silent or have lack of response to certain things, you are weak and they stupidly assume that they can step on your head and drive you crazy easily....but trust me this type of people are best left alone coz the thruth is they're not what they seem.....they're worst....and how do i know this?....coz i'm one of them.....certain people assume that since i'm all fragile and vulnerable, that i'm incompetent to do most things and i'm too weak to take a blow or face something terrible just because they assume that i'm what i seem to be...but babe, you get me all wrong.....the last thing you know about me is that i'm good at keeping thing to myself.....there's an inner thing in me that you'll wish you never cross.....i'm all crazy babe....and you don't wanna mess with the Sharinah...hehehehe...anyway...

I know the world isn't gonna change and so am i....the very least thing i can really do is ignore and act stupid.....but don't be fooled people even the nicest person has a bad side and the baddest people has a good side....=)

Something forgotten.....

For some reason I keep feeling as though I have forgotten something....something rather important to me, something that would have meant a lot to me....but it was lost...lost for so long that I couldn't remember when was the last time I've seen it. I keep asking myself what could that missing thing be...but even after hours of mind boggling, I still couldn't find what it is that I have so dearly forgotten. My heart sensed a new burden for as long as I do not remember it, my soul won't be at peace. Days and nights I keep thinking and I try to penetrate deep into my thought hoping that sooner it'll come back to me. But it was on a cold rainy night that i finally discovered what I have forgotten all this days. My mother's laugher. The woman who bored me for nine month have forgotten how to laugh and I have forgotten the sound of her laughter. It was as though she had buried it with my father. She smiled but it does not reach her eyes, she's happy but it does not reach her mind......but most importantly she's brave but it does not reach her heart. She used to be beautiful and young even though her age was pushing fifty....but within months, she became old...older than her age lets her to be.
I know she's alone, tormented inside and very much weak but who am i to change the fate that the god have decided upon us....i cannot bring my father back, i cannot travel back time nor can I make her forgot everything as though nothing happened. But there are things I can do....I'll put a smile on that face, I'll make her laugh again with all her heart, I'll take care of her just the way she took care of me since i was little, I'll build new memories with her that she can cherish for the rest of her life but most vitally I'll give her hope....hope that everything will be fine and someday we'll find our happiness in a whole new journey of life. That I will promise to you Ma.....Love you forever and ever more.

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.