a listener

Bismillaahi,

People always need to be listened. Yes, not only to be heard. And it is so nice to be their listener. 

Yesterday i talked to a stranger whom i even didnt look at nor count. He said that it was so hard to find people who when we talked to, we felt good. He said, i was one of them. -) Not tobe high, no, really. As if i knew all what people wanted and wished . . .just sometimes we have to be a good listener.

Today, my mom also talked to me. While we were going to the market and felt tired, we took a seat and had a lunch. It was started after we were talking about one of our realtive who seemed to be facing a hard time with her marriage. Well, she married in a very young age (for today). And then i asked her, "Did you have that hard time also ?"

And then she started to talked about her early life. .  .Things that i have never thought before that my mom and dad would face. She told me with eyes filled with tears. I felt like wanna hug her and said a big thanks for being a strong mom and wife. For not giving up, until now. Her life and my family were so hard. And the   most impressing thing is my bro sist and i even never felt that. How much pain that they have kept all alone and still smile in front of me and my siblings. And now i know. . .

Suddenly i felt so sorry for all ive done to them..that they had been doing all the things to make this family last  until now and on.

I listen and i understand.