School trip to Botani Park, Shah Alam

From whose stomach

We were lying down at night,
Khadeeja was telling me stories.
Then she mentioned that she came from my stomach.
I hold  her tight. "I wish you came from my stomach, sayang. But you're not".
She could not understand. I told her.

"You see, there is this lady. She has a baby in her stomach (tummy). Then she went to the doctor  to take the baby out. And she gave the baby to Mak."
Khadeeja asked questions. "But why mak? Why she gave me to you?"
I told her, "Because she has problems. Too many. She couldn't have you."
Then she cried.
"I love you mak".
It took me quite sometime to pacify her.
In the end she told me,"I don't like that story mak."
I hugged her.
I wish things could be different for her.
But it's not.
I determine to give her the best I can. :.\

Rockabye Baby

She tells him, "Ooh, love, no one's ever gonna hurt you, love.
I'm gonna give you all of my love.
Nobody matters like you."

Stay out there, stay out there

She tells him, "Your life ain't gonna be nothing like my life. Stay.
You're gonna grow and have a good life.
I'm gonna do what I've got to do."

So, rockabye baby, rockabye
Rockabye-rocka-rocka-rocka-bye
I'm gonna rock you
Rockabye baby, don't you cry
Rockabye-rocka-rocka-rocka-bye
Somebody's got you
Rockabye baby, rockabye
Rockabye-rocka-rocka-rocka-bye
I'm gonna rock you
Rockabye baby, don't you cry
Oh-badda-bang-bang-bang, alright then
Rockabye