Assalamualikum
Anna dan Aha suka mencabar diri dan kebolehan dengan menyertai pertandingan di sekolah sejak dari sekolah rendah lagi. Mentor nya adalah abang Luqman yang memang aktif dan selalu masuk berbagai pertandingan di sekolahnya. Kedua-dua kakaknya juga hebat dan selalu memberi dorongan dan idea.
Baru-baru ni, kedua-duanya nak masuk pertandingan POEM. Sepanjang hari mencari idea untuk menghasilkan POEM yang bersesuaian . Kesian pulak tengok mereka lalu saya pun meminta bantuan kedua-dua kakaknya menghasilkan poem setelah tajuknya saya pilih.
Hidayah - The 9 month Mystery dan Nina - Twin.
Saya pilih dua tajuk yang berbeza sebabnya saya tahu karakter kedua-dua mereka yang berbeza. Hidayah akan hasilkan POEM yang menyentuh hati dan Nina akan hasilkan POEM yang humour.
Alhamdulilah...mereka dapat menghasilkan POEM yang sangat menyentuh hari dan kreatif, lebih dari yang saya jangka kan. Terima Kasih Allah memberikan saya anak-anak yang sangat berbakat dan baik. Semoga kejayaan dan kebahagian milik mereka di dunia dan akhirat.
THE
9 MONTHS MYSTERY
When two become one is a miracle and
then it becomes two again?
Wao! That’s impossible
But
impossible had become possible,
That’s
the sign of existence of Allah, the Incomparable,
What
is this? Such happy news but sickness comes along with it
Weakness
over weakness each day.
For 9 months or maybe a delay
Nausea,
vomiting, back pain and shortness of
breath
But she’s still keeping
the faith that she have
Tears
in her eyes but she is still
smiling
when for the first
time she heard my heart beating
Really? Its yours?
Maybe.
Couldn’t walk long
distance, her foot will ache,
Cannot
sit for long hours either, her back will ache,
Tossed
and turn she goes, but
she still couldn’t sleep,
But
she put her hand on me, hoping I wouldn’t weep,
She
stays strong because she knew, it will worth it,
Everywhere
she goes, whatever she does, whenever it was,
she still has to go
through it,
But it’s amazing, when I
enjoy the beat of her heart, so close
when she drink, my thirst
quenched
And when she eat, I am
full,
I say ; Love is all I need
to live
but someone else says;
Dude, oxygen is more important
Yeah, and
her BREATH is once MINE..
people ask him he said two
Everybody laugh but they didn’t knew
What he said was all along true
First trimester has gone through,
The morning sickness had ceased too,
But now her tummy is getting bigger,
And
not to forget even more heavier,
A
little massage behind her back,
Will
come handy for her stomachache,
Holding
her hands tight, almost all the time,
Giving
her all the supports, as much he can,
Never
want to leave her, even just for a second,
So he prayed to Allah, as he is just a human,
To take care of her, in his absence.
Another day, another month,
The
time passing by, its almost time
To part is a sweet pain
9 months finally come to an end
Now come a horrendous pain
She screams, she shouts,
she takes a deep breath and fight
Fear is not her choice, she
has might
She
put herself behind as she
deliver
Those
mysterious gifts which God had
gave her
2
little princesses comes
out healthy and strong
Just
like the mother they are both
belong
Now what’s mystery
is a reality
For
now she had seen, what she’d
never see
She
feels the love at the first sight
Fear
not little fellas, she will continue
to fight!
And who is she?
She calls us my baby
By:
Hidayah Hadi
9 Feb
2015
Twins
For Ana
and Aha
It has
been a norm when people ask us
What it’s
like to be twins?
We
actually don’t have any decent answer for that
It feels
so… Normal
It’s like
asking what it is like to live in a house.
Anyway,
here we go.
You are a
part of me
I am a
part of you.
I always
want what she has
Because a
cookie just tastes better when it’s someone else’s
There are
some days we love each other like no one could understand
And some
days we just want to kill one another, no more second chance.
I wish we
don’t have to always match everything.
And I
always wish people can differentiate us
We can’t
blame them anyway
Because
sometimes when I look at the our baby photos
I am also
not sure if that was you or me in pajamas
The role
is always changing,
Of who is
smarter?
And who
is nicer?
When it
came to pretty much anything,
We were
extremely competitive
Because
the biggest fear we have is having people to compare us, two
At some
point we just knew that we can’t compete
Being
better than you would make me happy
But
seeing you’re sad make me sad too
Sometimes
I wish I have no twin sister
Sometimes
I am just glad to have her
Whenever
you are not around I try not to miss you,
But in
the end I know I still do
Yeah we
know it’s complicated
But you
know what, it’s a twin thing
By:
Amanina Hadi
9 Feb
2015
