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Happy Birthday To the Tallest Woman in MY World...

...MY MAK!!!! :D

Factually, she's really not the tallest woman in the world. But when I was growing up and still very much shorter than I am now, I used to look up (literally) to her thinking she is the tallest woman in the world. She was the woman who could reach the light switch. She was the woman that could take down a biscuit from the top most shelf for me. She was the woman who could carry me way high off the ground. She was the woman could look eye to eye with just about ANY adult that she came in contact with. When she walks in a room, she lights it up with her presence. Whatever she does is mesmerising! From the way she puts on her makeup to the way she leads at work to the way she does household chores.

Evidently as time goes by, I started to grow past her height. I became the girl who could reach the light switch on my own and before long, Mak would ask me to reach for the biscuit tin at the top most shelf for her. I can't carry her, but she gives the BEST hug anyone could ever ask for. She's given the respect she deserves from everyone she came and comes in contact with. She easily lights up the room without any effort at all. And despite my growing up to be a woman now, my mom is still the tallest woman in my eyes. She's my Julie Andrews in the 'Sound of Music' - Beautiful, kind, smart, strong, courageous, caring and loving.

Although our relationship as mother and daughter are not always rainbows and butterflies, but she is the best mom ever! I'd never want another. And even in her faults, she still epitomes perfection.

Happy Birthday, Mak. I love you. May Allah bless you with love, longevity, wealth and health.
This is my prayer for you.

Love always, Zima


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