Of Love and Sacrifice

 Bismillah

Last Tuesday, we had our first Constitutional Law 1 tutorial. I had left an important file that I was going to use later in the evening, so I walked back to my room at lunch hour and rushed to my tutorial venue (which happens to be at Level 4) afterwards. Ya Allah, that was exhausting.

I never liked, nor felt comfortable coming to classes later than my teachers, that's why.

As I arrived, very few of my classmates were already there and luckily, I was still about 4 minutes early hehe. Later the others started coming one after another and we waited for our lecturer  - for about 15 to 20 minutes.

Honestly, I don't usually mind, nor do I think that it's much a problem that my teachers come a bit late, because we all know sometimes things can't be helped.

And then the lecturer came in, looking a bit worn out, walking fast, and she said sorry for being late. We were just silent but I believe everyone thinks it's okay Dr :) And then she told us why; her mother lives with her, and was at that time having trouble walking - so she has to go home at lunch hour to help with her needs and check on her - and afterwards rush back to work - hence sometimes the lateness.

It probably sounds like a usual thing - a daughter taking care of her old mom, but it touched me. Thinking of the fact that many old parents are being neglected these days, not everyone would - regardless of the fact that it should be otherwise - take care of their parents in their old age. It requires sacrifice - of time, rest and more. But we know that these aren't so much when we love.

It is love that made our parents do everything they can for us, and it should be love that makes us sacrifice things for them too.

My lecturer reminds me of my own parents, who are currently far away from me :') Raising up 6 kids like my siblings and I is certainly not easy. They were both working, and we were at times very naughty too (read: very very much). Work is already tiring and having returned home from work, they had to deal with us - feed us, help us with school, teach us, and spend time with us.

Thinking of that, I can't help wondering when is it that they had time for themselves? I still remember how my father sweated as he ironed our school uniforms and how tired my mom looked while preparing dinner after coming back from work at 6, or when they both had to speed in the morning to work, just because we can't get ready for school earlier like how they needed us too. And many more moments throughout those years when we were kids and needed them to help with almost everything. It must have been really hard.

And then I realized their big why - love.

I'll make sure to love them too and do the same for them, with everything I can :")