Dear Blog
I’m tired.
Tired of asking, tired of pleading with someone who holds the title father to my children.
Why is it so hard for him to have even a little compassion for his own daughters ? Why is there no humanity in him towards the lives he helped bring into this world? He passed his responsibilities to me without a second thought, as if I was made to carry everything alone, without rest, without help, without care.
He forgets, or perhaps chooses to ignore, that providing for the children is not a favour .It’s a duty. A duty that should have been his from the start.
The children are still so young. From the moment Sumayyah was born until now, he’s constantly neglected his responsibilities and her needs. And with Sophia… it’s even more heartbreaking. How do you explain to a child why their father isn’t there? Why they’re not loved the way they deserve?
I’ve tried to be everything mother, protector, provider. But I’m only human. Some days I stand strong, other days I feel like I’m falling apart inside. I don’t ask for much. I don’t even ask for me. I just want my daughters to receive what they’re rightfully owed love, care, and the presence of a father.
If not for me, then at least… do it for the daughters who never asked to be brought into this world only to feel abandoned.
To Captain Muhamad Zaini Bin Zainal,
One day , in this world or the next . Allah will repay you for the pain and injustice you have caused, both to me and to your own daughters. Not a single breath, not a single step will escape the destiny that Allah has written. You will face the consequences, lillahi ta'ala, in His perfect timing.
You may have hidden your wrongdoings from others, but Allah sees everything, every act of cruelty, every betrayal, every neglect disguised in silence. The suffering you’ve caused will not go unanswered. My prayers, born from the deepest hurt and sincerity, will return to you , because the oppressed have a direct line to Allah.
What you’ve done may be ignored by the world, but not by Him. One day, you will feel it. And when it comes, may it serve as a reminder of every tear, every heartbreak, and every moment of injustice you left behind.