Almeera's Persistence

all those parents turned out to be amazing, but you guys are more amazing, son

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Two tiny little babies they used to be in one womb are now running around in the park.

Time passed so quickly now the two identical twins were three years old, began to talk and question from them.

What sounds foreign to their ears, then they immediately question it, not infrequently Father and Umma must be extra in choosing words to convey.

"it's Cila's.." take Arsyila.

"this is Shaka's.. Cila that's all.." take Arshaka.

it turns out that two babies who are now transformed into toddlers are fighting over toys.

"Ayaaaah." cried Arsyila as she ran towards her father.

The father also stretched his hand.

"mas shaka take Cila's toy well.hiks...hiks...hiks.." Arsyila fights with tears that have flooded her cheeks.

"Shaka here son." call Almeera

Arshaka was still standing in his position.

"Shaka Umma call loh, here baby.." repeated Almeera.

Arshaka also came to the Umma, when it was in front of the Umma. the Umma holds Arshaka sitting parallel to Arshila.

"Sheel...Umma want to ask can...???" ask Almeera

"by Umma.." answered Arshaka while bowing staring at the toy in his grasp.

"who's this toy, huh...??" asked Almeera the Umma gently, pointing at the Toy

"toys Shaka.." answered Arshaka.

"that's Cila Umma's toy." protested Arsyila as she shouted.

"Syila wait a minute baby, Umma again talk to mas Shaka.." said the Umma, Almeera knew it was Arsyila's toy, at this time he did not want to judge, but he did not want to judge, but it is teaching an honest value and admitting mistakes.

"Once again Umma asked, whose toy is this? and to be honest, like His Majesty, he is always trustworthy, and honest..." Almeera asked with patience

"iya ma... This was the one who brought his toy deck Syila from home.but Shaka would borrow ma.." I Arshaka while bowed.

"let's say Cila has Cila." protested Arsyila

"mas will borrow but Cila's deck is stingy." Arshaka protested in reply to the brother's remark.

Gibran and Almeera exchanged lyrics grab throw a smile.

"Shaka listen dear Umma.... seizing someone else's property is good...?? can't it be like that..??"

"Cila is Shaka's sister." replied Arshaka.

"be it to the sister, to someone else, to whoever it is, snatch not hers, even admit it it is good or not...??"

Arshaka bowed while twirling the toys in his hands

"that's not good Umma... Shaka's wrong..."

"if it's wrong how to...??"

"sorry...." Answer Arshaka

"masyaallah Sholeh Umma and Father." while peeping the son's forehead

"ok.. now it's my turn to ask the little girl who shaleha father.." said Gibran while poking his little daughter's chin

"Syila... scramble toys, do not want to lend to friends or relatives, even until the scramble and screaming is good..??"

"it was Mas Shaka who took it well, yes so Cila took it again, Shaka did not speak well, so yes Cila was angry..." Answer Arsyila

"ok really it's Syila's, but behaving like that isn't good...??" ask Gibran again

Arsyila was silent she looked at the Umma, and the Umma smiled back at the princess.

"just answer baby, answer as Syila knows.answer as Syila feels.." said Almeera.

"Umma once said that talking in a high tone was very liked by demons and demons, but it was Shaka who snatched Cila's toy.."

"God, Umma ever said that..?? then what did Syila do good?? mas Shaka has admitted his mistake, now what about Syila...??"

Arsyila did not answer the father's question and came down from his lap.

"Cila is wrong... Cila apologized for being angry, but it was also wrong because I did not want to borrow well." said Arsyila as she reached for Arshaka's hand

Arshaka came down from the lap of Umma.

"mas also apologized yes dek. mas should not play just grab, adek also do not scream again ya.." reply Arshaka.

"mas also do not play take aja.lata lah , the beautiful deck Cila, mas borrow ya toys.." reply Arsyila while putting both hands on the cheeks and then make a beautiful expression.

Almeera and Gibran smiled happily at how their children interacted with each other.

"hugging Donk." said the father.

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Almeera is sitting at her desk, Gibran's desk is also, change.

Both of his children slept in their rooms.

Almeera suddenly remembered her moments while taking care of her two children, facing each of their actions, in the face of their photos on the wall of the room.

Thought of that flat object, the opening of his personal blog he always filled with a lot of motivational words, as much as it was as a note to him, if his big kids, they could read what he wrote.

And all those moments are from his personal experience.

"the moment I often experience, fighting over toys, throwing toys, scrambling food, and many more "

"Every moment there will be yelling, crying, and maybe for some people this is a thing that contains, maybe even for yourself, noise and disturbing"

"every time in memory, but always repeat the same thing every day and every time.."

"but I remember, I asked them to be in our lives, not those who asked to be in our lives..."

"maybe you just learned, son, because the world is not like your expectations, cry if it relieves you, we as parents only hope, and teach you the meaning of independence, we are, apologize and forgive each other"

"let's know you boys, you've asked a lot of us, which we never got in school"

" we learned patience from you"

" we learn to control emotions"

" we learned a good negotiation"

" we're a great team"

"we learned a great responsibility"

"we used to be disgusted to see people changing baby diapers, we used to see people whose faces were dull when children were young"

" we used to glance when we heard a child screaming in a public place, we used to underestimate people whose homes were falling apart because there were small children"

"Look, you slapped us. That what we did was wrong, it turns out that behind what we saw there was an incredible struggle"

"the old man turned out to be great, wanting good or bad"

"all those parents turned out to be amazing, but you guys are more amazing, son.."

"you have taught us many things"

"you're great, son, you're doing what we want"

"you great boys, give in when we're angry"

"you're better than us"

"we have to learn more"

"If Father and Umma are given a choice again.. We'll still choose you as our children.."

"but if the choice is yours, do you still want to be our children...??"

A small scribble that Almeera master, there were tears dripping as the writing was finished, remembering how she used to be with Azzam..

"Pig... Ummas... Jazaakumullah khairon, you are the best parents that God has given us.." - Inner Almeera while wiping tears of joy

Gibran who saw what Almeera wrote was moved, in the circle of his hands around the neck of the wife.

There is no happiness other than having Almeera and her two children.

Life is short, don't waste it..

But also do not rush..

As one scholar said, he is a convert who calls himself "The Ruler of Shaleh Charity"

"Nobody should rush in life, One Thing should be hasty is Prayer Doang, We live Waiting to Die, And the work is waiting for Prayer time" (Ko Steven Indra Wibowo)

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Remember Take his good throw away his bad.

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