I always use that quote, taken from a song by The Cure, to encourage anybody, of course for boys. When my friends told me their sad stories, in the end I always said “hei, boys don’t cry..”. When I was playing with nephews, and they incidentally fallen, or something sad anything else, I always said “hei, calm down, boys don’t cry..”. Or even when I was broken-hearted I always encouraged my self with “oh come on, boys don’t cry!”.
Today I am, Arwindra Rizqiawan, is crying. The one who always shouting “boys don’t cry” is crying loudly today.
I was crying loudly in front of public this morning. I didn’t care, or even I didn’t feel embarrased at all, instead I was proud I could cry. Yup, today is Ied day, after I finished shalat Ied my cellphone was ringing; a call from home. Firstly my father’s voice spoke from distance and I apologized my self to him, a little bit tough sentimental situation but I still could handle it.
Then he passed the phone to my mother, and without saying a word, my mother only crying in the phone to me. Suddenly an UFO, unidentified-feeling-object, hit me badly and exploded instantaneously at that time. I couldn’t handle it any longer, and our conversation was only with tears. I knew she was trying so hard to say any words, but cry was the one she could say, either did I am.. Then she gave up the phone after moments.
Yes, I was crying for her, it was not because I am afraid to live alone by my self separated by distance of 6252.45 kms from her. It was because.., I even do not know how to describe it. Maybe you would understand if you had such Ied moments like this, then instantaneously all your memories about home since you-even-could-remember were rolled-back, flashed slide by slide but suddenly you realized that now you are far from them.
Such sentimental of me, well.., maybe next time I will encourage anybody with “heii! boys don’t cry, except for your mother..”
Happy Ied 1430 H anyone.. cheer up please.