Cheer Up

Everyone, meet Ilyas. He's my half-brother. He's 3. And he's freaking adorable. And naughty. Look, look at the innocence of a 3 year old and imagine him having a seizure, saliva dripping out of his mouth, eyes staring blankly ahead, mouth twitching.

Inside the emergency room, he just kept on repeating the same thing over and over "Allah Wujud, Qidam, Baqa' ". Okay, that made me turn really sad. Now he's kinda okay. I waited 2 hours in front of the A&E. I miss him. He's in a ward right now, and he's sleeping. I'm going to the hospital to see him tomorrow.

I posted about this stuff on Facebook and Tumblr and Twitter. Nobody gave any respond whatsoever, I just hate you guys. Plain hatred. You don't care about my baby brother, and I won't care about you. So just go on and have a seizure, go into the hospital, and I won't fucking care. I only asked for 10 seconds to spare from you guys to pray for his health. But no. You just can't. Only Syazana prayed.

The others, go away already. You're not my friend if you don't care about the most precious person in my whole life. So there. I said it. This is my blog and I get to say what I feel. Your opinions matter but I won't even give a damn because you don't give anything for my brother.