First of all, I would like to thank God, Allah SWT for keeping me breathing up till today together with good health, physically and mentally. For all His mercy keeping me alive with good family and friends, all of those blessings are priceless and words never enough to describe the bounty He has given me.
Last Sunday was a beautiful day for me and I was engulfed with gratefulness to be blessed with beautiful hearts around me who have always tried their best to be with me celebrating my 25th birthday. I didn’t invite too many friends because I know that it would drive me crazy to attend to everyone at the same time. But actually, it comes just right to one reason; I prefer the good quality of friends rather than the enormous number in quantity. And those who are invited are the people who I think would become very useful resources to wipe my tears off if I ever need them.
Anyway, to Malin, Dew, Jan, Fajar, Eye-Na, D, Carol and Phia, thanks a lot for coming. I really hope you enjoyed the food although I know it’s sort of weary to get to my house. To Aun, Erra, turk, Kak su, Spec, Az and Bini, I was hoping all of you could make it that day but yea, I know, it was confirmed last minute and I wouldn’t blame you for not being able to come.
To my aunts, Sue and Angah, thanks for the wonderful gifts. I’m so sorry for being too frantic with my bunch of gals and didn’t manage to talk much with you cuz I didn’t see them for a long time and it added some kind of vibes to me to stay within their circles that day.
My parents and family, thanks so much for your support to live up the celebration that day. Ibu, I know you hurt your feet and back very much just to bring that day to life and I’m sorry for not being able to live it up on my own, cuz seriously, I can’t even cook a thing! My sis, Karmila, thanks for your help, and I’m sorry that you broke your nails just to lift up those heavy Pyrex bowls that day. Bapak, thanks to you too, for your monetary support on my lovely, precious day.
Last and not least, to my beloved man; baby, thanks for being there for me. Thanks for picking up my friends from the train station twice that day; back and forth. And thanks for being so tolerant with my antics lately, I know it was awful but there you are, didn’t even blame at all. And I’m sorry for saying things without thinking twice all this while. Thanks for cleaning up the chickens with me, stained your hands, shirt and pants, I really appreciate it. Thanks for helping my dad with the heavy settees and entertained some of my unattended friends. Thanks for massaging my toes that night, you know how hard I was back in the kitchen to make up the food, but dear, you didn’t do much actually, and I think it was more like a caress rather than soothing my aches.
And to all those people who warmed up my house with their beautiful voices on Suratul Yassin, may Allah bless you all the way.