MY BIRTHDAY ON MUHARRAM MONTH
Clamorous applause they were happy, but not like what I felt. I was happier, because finally I can felt this very big party.
“Khaira, happy birthday,” said my friend.
“Thank’s a lot for coming to my party,” I said.
“Your welcome, I can not imagine that you can make this big party,” My friend said.
“What do you mean ? Of course I can” I said.
“As I know you are poor.”
“Oh my God,” I said on my mind. Those word get me up.
“What’s wrong, Ra,” Mila said.
“Just nothing, I just got daydreaming, ” I said.
“Dreaming of what, it’s a kind of strange thing, isn’t it ?” said my another best friend, Naysa.
“What do you mean ? Of coure not, I just imagined that I had a big party for my birthday, like sweet Seventeen.” I said.
“Wow, it’s a good idea. Of course must of our friends come and they will think that you are cool. Because your mother always celebrate Syukuran for my birthday,” Naysa was laughing while she commented.
Who that’s true, mother cann’t understand what I want. I want there is a big party for my birthday, not like Syukuran. It’s a very anmodern for teenagers. Because of mother, my friend always mock me. But this time I don’t care, my birthday has to be celebrated with party. Mother said Syukuran was better than party. And now party is in Muharrom day, that’s my mother always think that Syukuran is better than party.
“Are you sure want a celebrate your birthday with the party ?” Lyla asked.
“What’s wrong ? You think I cann’t make a party because I haven’t enough money,” I said.
“Not like that because I think it make you and your mother to be more difficult, just do what you can not you want,” Lyla commented.
“What do you mind, Lyl, it’s up to Khaira, If she want to meka a party just one time, doesn’t it ? Ra, don’t listen to Lyla,” Naysa said.
“But Nay, you can imagine her mother for make a party needs a lot of money. It’s different from Syukuran,” Lyla said.
“But this is the her sweet Seventeen, she needs to get the party,” Naysa said.
“Please, stop ! Don’t do this more. And I totally want mother to make a party for me,” I said.
After school I met my mother in the kitchen, first I talked to her nicely. I want mother make a big party for my birthday. But mother ignored nicely, Mom said that it was impossible to make a party. Mom hasn’t money for that, like usual mother want me to make a Syukuran. I was so angry. Actually, I want a party fort my sweet seventeen, just once of my life. I was angry to my mother. She always cann’t accept what I want. She couldn’t what I wanted. Then, bravely, I went away from home. I want mother accept what I want and do what I want, but it never happen.
“Have you meet Khaira ?” mother said.
“No, it has been two days we looked for her, but there is no result,” Lyla said.
“Please, help me to find my daughter,” mother said.
“Yes, of course, we will help,” Naysa said.
The other said I walked and heard the noisy voice. I don’t know where should go. It has been two days I went. Very hungry and the most I’m very thirsty. Feel tired and is my mother okay. Tomorrow is my birthday and Muharrom day. I usually celebrate my birthday with my Mom, but this time I’m very angry because my mother ignored what I want. I don’t want a go home. I………………oh my God, I have a stomache, two days I didn’t eat, I felt so bad. I see a cild was eating fastly, then that chil come to me and give me some breads.
“Do you want eat ?” she asked. I said no because I feel very embarrassed with that child. But because my hunger very needs those breads, so I take the breads.
“What’s I doing here ?” she asked. “I’m khaira”she said.She has the same name as me.
“Pleasae come to me”she asked.
She took my hand and followed to a place there is so many child.The place is very unclear ,but they look very happy.
“this is our place”said the child. I still keep quiet.
“Tomorrow is a new year,we are celebrate here,she (was ponting one of her friends),has a birthday,she wants party and we make it from her” she told.
Allah,look at those child how sweet they are,they are very nice.
“What should I do Allah?” I went from home because my mother ignored what I want. While here,the child with all they have,they try to make them selves happy. I always can’t accept what I have. Mother ,for give me this accident makes me realize and I want to get back home and meet my mother.
Hemm this is the building which I miss a lot.Even though it has been two days there is some one buho cleans the floor .
“Mom”, I called “kaira” she called back. I hug my mother I miss her very much. “ mom , forgive me I was so selfish, “ I said of course my daughter, it’s ok forgive me too I can not make you get what you want “ mom said” it’s ok mother just forget it now! Want to celebrate my birthday and now year with you. “ I said” this is Muharrom, and exactly my birthday. Mam has prepared syukuran for today. A new year and your 17 “mom said” Happy birthday khaira “my best friend said “ lyla and Naisa.
“happy birthday sist” said the kids
“Khaira” I called. I can not imagine that all at them are here. It’s enough for me no need to get the big party, the first think how can be together now syukuran in my house will begin. I’m so happy because my birthday is in muharrom day.
