In Memories of Muda bin Abdullah

Lily_Savage

Ayah, a man that I adore so much. He is my perfect father figure; funny but very responsible, strict yet very soft hearted, poor man yet very noble and respected. Ayah born in 1943 from a poor and broken family. Grandma was very poor to accept offer for Ayah to further his study to secondary level. That is why Ayah had put education as his highest priority his children. Ayah had raised all 14 of us to with such a strong determination despite all the difficulties.

Ayah was mainly a farmer, sometimes a construction worker, sometimes a rubber tapper, and sometimes even a fishmonger. There was an incident that nearly killed him when he went to the jungle and fell down from a tree, trying to get a 憆otan