When born, my son really dark skin, then I said to her father:
"Subhanallah, he really looks like you yes!"
My husband replied:
"Would not it work right? You are saying that the boys want to be like me. "
I nodded. My husband went back to work as usual. When my little baby
first birthday, I suggest the celebrations with mengkhatamkan Al Quran
home Then I said to my husband:
"So he became God's Book penghafal yes, Dad."
My husband looked at me as he softly said:
"Oh yes. Good idea that. "
Our baby, we give the name of Ahmad, following the call of His messenger. Not how many
old, he was good at calling the two of us: Ammaa. Apppaa. Then he pointed
to him and say: Ammat! That he was Ahmad. We are both very happy
with his presence.
Ahmad grew so smart kids, just like her daddy. Math
very easily mastered simple. Ah, his father was good at math. He is the pride
family. Now, too, were S3 in the field of Mathematics.
When Ahmad's fifth anniversary, we invited the family. We dressed up
all. Ahmad was time to be bored and somewhat annoying. Suddenly he rose to ask
daddy's back. I do not know what caused his father was so angry, maybe
assume Ahmad was the school, was too big to play a rocking horse, or
because many guests and he was exhausted. Body slammed Ahmad rejected her daddy, her face
red, burst into tears, Muhammad wounded heart in the fifth birthday.
Since that day, Ahamad so quiet. Moody to school, alone at home. He did not
again like to ask, and he became very irritable. I try to approach my husband, and
convey the reason. He is finishing his paper and did not want to be disturbed by
slightest affairs, he said.
Year after year passed. Ahmad was not completed S1. Youth handsome, clever
and quiet has brought me an in-law and a grandchild. When born, my grandson
it, she exclaimed, laughing funny:
"Subhanallah! Her skin was dark, Mas, just like your skin! "
Ahmad turned stiffly, he seemed offended and embarrassed.

"Your fault. You want to own, right. If men want to be like me! "
In my hands, interwoven time and space. There was a painful in my heart. There are
I'm worried.
My grandson came home, months passed. We, grandmother and grandfather, came to visit.
Ahmad was picked up his father's small. She wept. Suddenly my son Ahmad menyergah
stomping, shouting,
"Ah, how the hell, why not given pampers boy!"
With roughly disorongkannya tiny baby.
My husband read the paper, not moved by the atmosphere. Ahmad, father of this baby, soon
cleanse himself in the bathroom. I, the old lady, time and space kurajut in
poignant grief of a wife and a mother. I could no longer withstand this surge in the chest.
Break into tears seemed to have centuries I kept it. I grab the newspaper in hand
My husband and I told him:
"Once you hempaskan Ahmad on that floor! Fifth birthday, you remember? You reject
he crawled on your back! And when I ask you to fix it, you said you busy
once. Did you hear? You hear your son did? He does not like dipipisi. He is familiar with
his own son! "
Cor Shali ala Muhammad. Cor Shalli alaihi wassalaam. I want
menirumu my son, O Prophet.
You carry your grandchildren on your back, you play chasing
with them you even see a child that his pet bird died.
And you also said when a mother snatched her baby from gendonganmu,
"This odious former can be wiped, but if you could replace the fine nerve
dropped out in his head? "
I looked at my husband who froze.
I looked at my son that stood silent like a sharp rock.
I looked at them, tears.
I must not despair of Thy mercy, O God, is not it?
Then I took my husband's arms, though stiff, he kubimbing close to Ahmad. I brought
hands combing her son's head, which for decades did not feel the touch of the hand
a father who didamba.
Ahmad Dada shook receive caresses. I said before both of them,
"Do this, demand will pick up a death that could not
inherit nothing: except Love.
Do it, for the sake of every boy who will be born and reduce offspring for the sake of
descent.

Do it, for a major change in our household! Also on the surface
world. There will never be peace as long as boys are taught not feeling the love and
affection, greeting intimacy, touch and caress, not just lessons to be
male as you understand. Valor without feeling.
Two adult male water floating in their eyes.
Two adult male and an elderly woman froze in place.
It's not easy to change. But it must begin. I hand it to the baby Ahmad
hug my husband. I said:
"Not too late to start, dear."
Two adult male is now studying again. Holding together, taking turns
replace her diaper, pretend to design the future of the baby laughing
together, opening their old stories are full of fog secrets, and discover
how real God entrusts between the two need each other feelings
who never revealed by the word, or touch. Now the laughter they meet
chest cavity is crowded by happy, thank thee
O Allah! You are the helper only when all seems dead-end street.
You are the light at the end despair.
Three men in my life I Leave them in your hand.
Later, if I could meet him, Prophets, I'd love to say:
Yes, the Prophet. I have tried all the power to bring them all menirumu!
Amen, Praise
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