I saw him crawl. I saw him cry. I saw him sulk. I saw him walk. N I see him grow. From the day he was born till now, a young smart teen.

I remember the days we played. One day we played Hot Wheels, and another day we played Barbie. Guess we had been practicing compromising since we were kids. I remember washing him up. Gosh, we even went into a bathing tub together.

He was a small boy who never complained. A boy who followed what the elders said. Esp what I said. I enjoyed instructing him. I knew him as someone obedient. Who would always follow what I say despite being unhappy. I remembered forcing him to wear a bow and shirt to a syarahan. He really didn’t want to but somehow I forced him to. He really wore it but he cried. Well, that was way then anyway.

I remember teaching him plus and minus though he had not even enter a nursery. Just because I dreamt to be a teacher. I even made worksheets for him.

I remember a time when we played Hot Wheels. He wanted the roads to be in his way. But I wanted the roads to be my way. I slapped him just to get the roads my way. Gee, I was terrible.

I remember he tore my Backstreet Boys poster. N I tore his Pokemon poster in return. Kids will just be kids.

Time flies. Now I see him grow. Turning into someone different. Smart is the word for him. Intelligent is another. Has always been the top student in school. He like… always hails the first position in both primary and secondary… in his Madrasah too. Jealous and envious are two to describe me. He makes the family proud. He makes my mother talk 24/7 about his results. Make me feel so low as I couldn’t be as good as he is. I remember that whenever I shared the story of my results with her, she would somehow eventually, in the end, navigated the topic to his results again. Well, anyway, this brain of his is a God's gift I shall say. Hope that he'll treasure and make full use of it.

He is somehow weird and unique on his own. Boys his age will usually hang out with friends. Or any others that early teenagers always do. But what he does is always rot at home. Watching TV and play computer games. You can never guess his hobby. He somehow loves the roads so much. He likes SBS. Incase you don know, that is Singapore Bus Service. He will collect all the guide pamphlets that we usually heck care off. He has this one thick collection of all the busses' guide pamphlets that exist in Singapore. He surveys around. He surveys the busses destination. He really goes out and do that. On his own. Back at home, he will have this excel sheet where he jot down the busses destination. He even joins the SBS forum. Im surprise to see there are other people just like him.

Earlier, before he was into SBS, he loves the street road directory. He would read the book the whole day. I don’t even know what's there to read because what's inside are just maps! Then, he would take papers from the printer and spread them out on the floor. Guess what he did. He drew out back all the maps he had read. He is just one of a kind.

Yes, a kind of his own. He is the boy that I regard as irritant. Popping up in front of me whenever I don’t want him to. A boy who is able to make me happy till tremendous laughter, make me sad till horrible cries. A boy that keeps calling me fat. Saying that he wants to cubberize me. I don’t even know if that word exist. All he does is making fun of me.

Well, this boy is none other than my own flesh and blood, my beloved one and only brother, Muslihuddin. This tribute is specially made for u on your birthday. So musli, HAPPY 14th BIRTHDAY. I don’t know what gift to give. Semoga murah rezeki dan bahagia selalu.

Thanks for everything. I love you the way u are. U could be an irritant but whenever you are not around, the house is somewhat dull and lonely. Thanks for accompanying me whenever I want to jog aite. Just continue being who you are. You are evolving into a different age sector. Ure becoming a young adult soon. Listen to mak ok! Jgn bnyk songeh dgn die! Solat jgn tinggal jgn malas. Blaja rajen2. jgn campor bnde2 yg tk patot ok. U noe what im talking about.

Lastly, stay cute n erm handsome?? Heheex

Your cantankerous sis,
Maimanah