There are times when you surrender to the needs to cry, knowing how it can wash your soul off of sorrow… think of this Usman Awang’s (part of a) poem:
Dia tidak tahu apa itu panas,
kerana dia itu lah apinya.
She knows not what heat is,
for she is the fire.
Just like when you struggle trying to find strength and know not how and where to find it, sit yourself down and cry if you must. Only then will you realize, you can call strength by your first name.
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Questa è Enida 
I used to cry a lot. I used to cry a lot with you.
hmmm….
nak pegi ke russia tiket tak mampu beli,
hanya cukup letak komen di sini,
kalau bebetul nak pujuk hati,
cepat cepatlah balik ke sini!
(kita menaghih la sampai pagi!)
akak, this is touching. you really give me a reason why I have to cry now instead of trying to be a superwoman.
what’s the name of the poem?
Cik Farah dear,
I just realized. It wasn’t a poem! It was just a statement that Usman Awang made about his mother – the strength and her determination to not succumb to poverty (if I am not mistaken). I heard this in the mid 80’s from Majalah 3 slot featuring Usman Awang. The background music was ‘Kuala Sedili’ by Saloma. Ohhh I wish TV3 would sell all these good Majalah 3 slots on DVD – they were so much better back then, before all this kerfuffle about glamorizing the pengacara’s more than the features.
Apologies dear, no poem. But try Googling for some of Usman Awang’s poems. I recall these two lines from one of them:
“Menangislah dengan airmata tuamu
dari kemiskinan kita yang lebih tua…”
Beautiful..
“… you can call strength by your first name”
Instant classic!
Thank you Doc. Thank you. 🙂 Things I say to pujuk hati, ya know. Most of the time it works.