hehe...
baru je kejap tadi telefon malaysia.
baru balik dari ber'jogging' kata nya.
bagus-bagus.moga kesihatan bertambah elok.amin.
hari jadi siapa eh hari ni?
org nya special.
hari jadi org special la...ABAH
insan yang sangat special.
hanya ada satu abah dalam hidup ain.
tanpa abah, ain tak lahir di dunia ni.
terima kasih abah, mendidik, menjaga, memberi makan dan minum, melengkap kan segala kelengkapan, menyedia kan tempat berteduh.dan ain bersyukur Ya Allah, di kurnia kan seorang abah yang sangat penyayang dan sangat bertanggungjawab.bersyukur dengan nikmat yang tak putus-putus hadir dalam hidup ain
Moga Allah sentiasa melindungi abah dan moga abah mendapat kebahagiaan di dunia dan akhirat. =)
ONLY A DAD
by Edgar A. Guest
Only a dad with a tired face,
Coming home from the daily race,
Bringing little of gold or fame
To show how well he has played the game;
But glad in his heart that his own rejoice
To see him come and to hear his voice.
Only a dad with a brood of four,
One of ten million men or more
Plodding along in the daily strife,
Bearing the whips and the scorns of life,
With never a whimper of pain or hate,
For the sake of those who at home await.
Only a dad, neither rich nor proud,
Merely one of the surging crowd,
Toiling, striving from day to day,
Facing whatever may come his way,
Silent whenever the harsh condemn,
And bearing it all for the love of them.
Only a dad but he gives his all,
To smooth the way for his children small,
Doing with courage stern and grim
The deeds that his father did for him.
This is the line that for him I pen:
Only a dad, but the best of men.
from your beloved "baby giant" =)
by Edgar A. Guest
Only a dad with a tired face,
Coming home from the daily race,
Bringing little of gold or fame
To show how well he has played the game;
But glad in his heart that his own rejoice
To see him come and to hear his voice.
Only a dad with a brood of four,
One of ten million men or more
Plodding along in the daily strife,
Bearing the whips and the scorns of life,
With never a whimper of pain or hate,
For the sake of those who at home await.
Only a dad, neither rich nor proud,
Merely one of the surging crowd,
Toiling, striving from day to day,
Facing whatever may come his way,
Silent whenever the harsh condemn,
And bearing it all for the love of them.
Only a dad but he gives his all,
To smooth the way for his children small,
Doing with courage stern and grim
The deeds that his father did for him.
This is the line that for him I pen:
Only a dad, but the best of men.
from your beloved "baby giant" =)
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