Don't take me for a dim-witted child.

I know I'm not born a boy, but I have brains, and feelings, and I am sensible. It is really your own flaw that you fail to see that in me. Or anyone here born with a uterus.

I know what respect and compromise is, but I certainly did not learn it from YOU.

I learnt best from people who have the civility to speak to me decently like a person. To hear and try understand my point of view, instead of smashing me down because, oh well yeah, YOU are always the right one. Always the one who talks big and win at the end of the day.

You know what, you may think you're always winning, but deep down you have disgusting secrets, and I pray your overly inflated ego will burst if the great Allah S.W.T says it is the right time to. Save your hypocrisy for being a righteous, brave man, because I do not buy that, and I don't think I will.

Saddest part about you is that the best defense you can cook up against our rebellions is blame my mother for it. *Big Claps. Or shoot me with your senseless, mindless, harsh words that don't really mean much just as long as they can crush our hearts. Very sad, indeed, to think that I can go out there in the world outside and screw up so badly, -yet, strangers take time to choose the right words and tones to teach me to do things right.

And guess what, I learnt.

Don't you ever wonder why we are so cold with you? Don't you every try to reverse your perspectives that perhaps, there may be something wrong with you instead, rather than us girls being put in the finger-pointing light all the time? Why is it, do people everywhere, and almost anyone loves and adore my mother so dearly?

Is it because she slams us down with ridiculous accusations, or believes she's right all the time? Obviously not. As she has such a great heart to believe that her children can learn, and that she admits that she can be wrong sometimes.

And..she is God fearing. Precisely why God loves her, and makes others love her so.

So go ahead, there's only a single big boy in here who do you proud, and who deserves your decency, your trust, your attention. I almost laughed out loud imagining that big boy receiving your harsh sms-es saying all that you had ever said to me, or my sister, over the years. Almost laughed out loud imagining the big boy feeling all hurt and angry at you blaming his mother for any wrong doings. Almost laughed out loud imagining his feelings when you think he's just some trashy useless kid who's trying to prove something.

Because that will never happen. That will never happen to the beloved big boy.