Understanding The Drama In Life

It has been more than a week since late little Nurin was sent to heaven. But the story about her vicious murder can still be read in the newspapers. Personally, I still feel disturbed and very much uncomfortable knowing the fact that the crazy slayer(s) a.k.a the evil bastard(s) are still out there. I know the police are doing their very best to arrest the bastard(s) and to bring them to justice as soon as possible. So far, they have remanded 4 male suspects to facilitate investigations. And thanks to the FBI agents for coming here to Malaysia to assist in identifying blurred images from the CCTVs. Like other mothers, I am just concerned too much about the safety of our children. I don’t feel safe taking my little-8-year-old girl shopping anymore, always making sure that I have her hand in mine, never let her out of my sight. And if I run into any young children who have the lost look on their faces, I keep an eye on them until I see the presence of their parents. Maybe I am being para

This poem is written for Nurin who has left us and this cruel world behind, seemingly far too young. Losing a child is the worst hurt of all; As a teacher and a mother of two, I feel the pain too. My deepest condolence to her family and friends. Be strong, God loves her more than we do. In Loving Memory of Nurin Jazlin My eyes welled up in tears as I flipped the newspapers, It never occurred to me how much pain you’ve endured, The severe pain that no one can imagine, The extreme hurt that no one can picture. The things they do to you are beyond human’s ability, beyond human’s capability. Who are these evil beasts who have the heart to hurt a beautiful, angelic-face girl as you? No more shall your friends witness your cheerful smile, that lights up their days. No more shall your family feel your warm kisses that brightens their nights. Oh little angel, oh little one, you shall be missed by all and everyone, much more than words can say. Take heed now little one, 'Cause no one can h

The autumn breeze delivers your sweet kisses, Softly whispers in my ears, Gently caresses my skin, Leaving me with a serene feeling. We may be oceans apart, continents away, But my love for you Will be etched in your warm heart And there forever it will stay... My vow to you on your very special day.

Lately our country is shocked to hear series of little innocent children who were kidnapped, sexually abused, raped and some were even killed, burnt or strangled to death. Today, almost a month after the disappearance of the 8-year-old Nurin, the country was once again traumatized by the news about a little girl’s body, found in a bag and being left in front of a shop. She was dreadfully tortured, sexually abused, raped and brutally murdered. God! She was in deep pain before she died!! I can’t help myself from shedding the tears as I read about it over the newspaper this morning. As a mother, I feel disturbed by this kind of terrible news. I can never understand why on earth anyone would want to hurt these little angels. They are God’s greatest gifts; they should be greatly loved and protected, not to be mistreated, not to be battered this way. What is becoming to the people nowadays?? We are behaving like beasts each day. Nobody seems to care about anyone anymore. Today, the streets a