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      Truth be told, I almost forgot about the existence of this blog because I am such a lazy writer. As of today, something happened and I think it's quite interesting to write something out of it.
       I called my dad on the afternoon, wanting to chat about random things that happened to me and it was mommy who picked his phone. She said she's waiting in the car while my dad transfers some money for me. I was quite shocked, because my dad has transferred some money on Tuesday ( which is just about three days ago). I asked my dad why do he have to send me more money when he just did it three days ago and his reply makes me tear up a bit.
  " I am insecure whenever the money in your account doesn't reach the amount that I think would be sufficient for you. I know how it feels to be away from home and without money to compensate for the distant love of family. I don't want you to starve yourself just because you don't have enough money to buy foods. I've been there, and it's not a pleasant experience."
     You see, 'I love you' comes in many form. And while it's good to hear the words 'I love you' in a direct and unfiltered way, it's always nice acknowledging that someone loves and care for you, through their actions.
      Reading articles/tweets about how the youth nowadays are drowned in love towards the opposite sex makes me cringe. I am not against all this lovey dovey relationship thingy, I just feel that it is becoming a trend to be more concerned about our future husband/wife rather than concerning about our parents well-being at home.
     We are on cloud nine when our potential boyfriend or boyfriend girlfriend and the like spends money to buy us food, shoes etc but have we not realise that our parents have been spending money eversince we were born in this world? We spend hours trying to write the perfect text for someone we like, yet have no decency to text or call our parents on daily basis. We spend so much money, given by our parents to buy things we don't need just to impress people who probably won't give a damn if our bag is a Louis Vuitton or a pasar malam one. We could spend hours talking with our friends and discussing the latest gadget yet we get mad and speak harsh words whenever our mom asked us to help her to use the computer.
      Life is not all about finding the right spouse or the love of our life ; it's more than that. And don't get me started on the ridiculous amount of relationship goals that is flooding the social media. Instead of focusing on finding Mr Right and Mrs. Perfect, why don't we channel some energy to love, to cherish, and to care more about our parents and family? I may not know anything about dating, but I can assure you that there's less drama and almost no headaches if you start caring for your parents/family. Afterall, our parents worked so hard on providing us a better life the least we could do is placing them on the first place in our priority list. Communication is the golden key to unlock the next stage upon developing a good and close relationship with others.
Parents are also human so they should be treated just like the way we treat our friends, only with a deeper sense of respect (and without 18+ jokes of course)! Till then, Assalamualaikum :D


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