Kisah Abah.

Bismillah.
Ana tak panggil ayah ana 'abah' pun. saje je title entry tu. hehe.
Hari ini ana rasa nak berkongsi 2 cerita sempena Hari Bapa semalam.
Cerita-cerita ni ana terbaca dari satu website menarik ni, penuh dengan kata-kata islami dan cerita-cerita motivasi :
Islamic Thinking

Threshold ana utk menangis mmg rendah, so, bagilah apa-apa cerita yang menyentuh hati, confirm keluar air mata punya. Antaranya :

Daddy Hold My Hand.

A little girl and her father were crossing a bridge.
The father was kind of worried so he asked his little daughter :

Sweetheart, hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river.

The little girl replied:

No, dad. You, hold my hand!

Whats the difference? asked the father puzzled.

There is a big difference,dad. said the girl.
If I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that I mey let your hand go. But if You hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, you will never let my hand go.

****

Daddy, may i borrow $10.00.

A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5 year old son waiting for him at the door.

“Daddy, may I ask you a question?”

“Yeah, sure, what is it?” replied the man.

“Daddy, how much money do you make an hour?”

“That’s none of your business! What makes you ask such a thing?” the man said angrily.

“I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?” pleaded the little boy.

“If you must know, I make $20.00 an hour.”

“Oh, ” the little boy replied, head bowed. Looking up, he said, “Daddy, may I borrow $10.00 please?”

The father was furious. “If the only reason you want to know how much money I make is just so you can borrow some to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you’re being so selfish. I work long, hard hours everyday and don’t have time for such childish games.”

The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. The man sat down and started to get even madder about the little boy’s questioning. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money. After an hour or so , the man had calmed down, and started to think he may have been a little hard on his son. May be there was something he really needed to buy with that $10.00 and he really didn’t ask for money very often. The man went to the door of the little boy’s room and opened the door. “Are you asleep son?” he asked.

“No daddy, I’m awake,” replied the boy.

“I’ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier,” said the man. “It’s been a long day and I took my aggravation out on you. Here’s that $10.00 you asked for.”

The little boy sat straight up, beaming. “Oh, thank you daddy!” he yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow, he pulled out some more crumpled up bills. The man, seeing that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, then looked up at the man.

“Why did you want more money if you already had some?” the father grumbled.

“Because I didn’t have enough, but now I do,” the little boy replied.

“Daddy, I have $20.00 now… Can I buy an hour of your time?”

****

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