Been crying here and there lately. Thinking of things, the ones I should and shouldn't. Especially when it comes to the thought of Ibu and Ayah. I wouldn't want to disappoint them.
Had breakfast with Ibu yesterday before driving back to UM. Talked about the choices I have. I know very well that Ibu and Ayah would be okay with me taking psychology. Though I can tell that they are hoping so much of me taking Medicine. Not that I don't want to, but it ain't really my first choice. And with only tiny chance, I'm afraid that I might won't be able to fulfil their hopes.
"Ayah would be the MOST PROUDEST if you take Medicine. MOST PROUDEST"
I am literally bawling my eyes out. I want to. I want to make them proud. I believe I can. Allah can make anything happen. Everything is possible. But there's a little fear in this little piece of heart. I'm scared. What if.. What. If.
Bismillahirrahmanirrahim. Oh Allah, show me the right path. If this is the path I should take to enter Your Jannah, blow steadfastness into me. Strengthen my heart. Amin.
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