Monday, July 14, 2008

...howwwzattt... dear oh dear...


Redefined love.

Farah is my eldest daughter, she is 13 and has already started to develop her physical appearance (not the mind and thinking though) as any teens in her stage should be. This morning just before I went for work, she asked me if it is alright for her to join her friends for a bowling session at the mall right after school. Truthfully, I was caught off guard not realizing after all this while that the little child I once had was in fact not that little any longer.

Farah with her sister and brother.

I was horrified and nearly choked sipping coffee with her question, so was my wife. After a few second that seems almost an aeon, I manage to gave her an assuring reply I hope, that particularly today I couldn’t possibly let her off whether with friends or on her own anywhere accept to school. Why?

Firstly, it was not safe for her to be on her own where the surrounding is not familiar to her. Secondly, there were many lunatics around just waiting to pounce on innocent young lady and thirdly she is not yet independent on her own and that is what matter most to me. Even at home she still needs to be reminded by her mother or me in doing basic things that any young lady should do. She needs to prove herself to me and to her mother that she is all grown up now and could do necessary things of her age without being told so. Not that I do not love her that she was denied permission by me, it is because of love that I want her to consider my morning lecture and perhaps in the distant future she would be thanking me out of this.

So, what happen after that? Like any other young lady of her age, marched up to her room and cried.

I couldn’t wait around and prolong my advice that surely will turn to a bitter lecture as I had to get off early in order to beat the morning traffic. Speaking of traffic in Klang nowadays, it really does get into my nerve. Anyway, maybe my wife could do some tricks on her after I left.

When The Children Cry

Little child dry your crying eyes
How can I explain the fear you feel inside
´cause you were born into this evil world
Where man is killing man and no one knows just why

What have we become
Just look what we have done
All that we destroyed
You must build again

When the children cry
Let them know we tried
´cause when the children sing
Then the new world begins

Little child you must show the way
To a better day for all the young
´cause you were born for the world to see
That we all can live with love and peace

No more presidents and all the wars will end
One united world under God

When the children cry
Let them know we tried
´cause when the children sing
Then the new world begins

What have we become just look what we have done
All that we destroyed you must build again
No more presidents and all the wars will end
One united world under God

When the children cry
Let them know we tried
´cause when the children sing
The new world begins

What have we become just look what we have done
All that we destroyed you must build again
No more presidents and all the wars will end
One united world under God

When the children cry
Let them know we tried
´cause when the children fight
Let them know it ain´t right
When the children pray
Let them know the way
´cause when the children sing
Then the new world begins..

Artist: Whitelion
Song: When the children cry
Album: Pride

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

It's not easy with girls, to treat them as a friend would sometimes give them too much freedom...
To restrict them would be in the process of building a rebel...
Therefore, its advisable to be firm yet soft enough to be flexible...

doraemon1972 said...

Dearest Anon,

Frankly i'm clueless in raising up my own daughters lol...