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She. Is, was, and always a beautiful women. That very month she was admitted to the hospital. She was pregnant for ? months. This is her first child. As told by the doctor that she would gave birth on that day, she`s willing to fight for her life to give another meat, a wide life. She tried her best to get him out but unfortunately, her son could not come out automatically. And she was half-coma by that time, when the doctor and the surgeon made the decision to cut open her stomach to get her child out safely, although this may risk her life.

There he goes. Most welcomed to the world like a blank pure white kain kafan. She made it. A boy, that was what she gets. But this boy was not crying like any other normal babies. He was mute for a while. Did not cry nor made any sound. That worries everyone around. Someone around him pinched him somewhere, and that changed the perception of everyone around that the baby was not mute. The baby started to cry. He did not know at that time, his mother fought greatly with death.

Welcomed by an of course sweet symphony and a good Qari tarannum voice of Azan by his father, he started to burden everyone around day by day.

Right now, that small kid is writing in this very rude blog with many dots of black ink on the kain kafan. And it has been 19 years of world manipulation that made him changed so much, not like he used to be 19/18/17/16/15/14/13/12/11/10/9/8/7/6/5/4/3/2/1 years ago.

Happy birthday, Muhammad Rafiq B Md Kamal.
I hope you could control your anger, rudeness and mental. Never take off that smile face.
Become Rafiq, not Robot.

Taken from : Normah Bte Ujang, Auntie Pu Yong.