I Though It Is Love

 Love is a common word which often use by young people. But one question which through my mind. Do they know what does it mean actually?

                Maybe, every human in the world have their own definitions about love. And I have my own definition too. Unfortunately, until now, I don’t find my own definition yet.

                My parents always give me their support no matter how I am.  However my condition, even I’m on the best or I’m on the worst they won’t go away from me. They’ll always stand beside me. My parents will do all the best for me, even they know that maybe I can’t do the same things. They never ask a reward from me. I though it is love.

                I have an experience which happened about 2 years ago. When I was on 9^th grade. Doctor asseted that I got a disease. That was not a simple disease, that was a quite heavy disease ( I think). During six month I had to drink the drugs. In that situation, I often felt so down. I always though about the bitter taste of the drugs, the money which my parents spent, the opinions of my friends when they know I have a disease and etc.

                One day, when we took pray together, I felt so angry to Allah. I felt that Allah had given a problem which too hard from me. I cried in my pray. I couldn’t bottle up my anger. And I heard a crying voice in a low volume. I surprised. I saw my mother who pray beside me cried. She hug me. She told me that she would move my disease to her body if she can. She wanted I be strong to pass the problem. I never though about my parents feeling. I didn’t know that they felt hurt like me. They just felt the same feeling with me.  They never left me alone.

                About one month after that incident, I got DBD. I got the DBD in the week that I got a final examination too. Yeah, I felt so confuse. That examination was the crucial examination. On the first until third day, I exerted myself to do the test on school. And finally, I had to give up. On the last day of the examination, I had to do the test on bed in hospital.

                In that hospital, I met a doctor who had specialist on breathing system. There was a relation between the doctor and my disease. I did a medical check up again. My doctor though that there was a fault. She didn’t sure that I really got a disease which I had told. After checked out from that hospital, I met my past doctor. I wanted to do a medical check up again. And there was a miracle. The node was disappeared. My doctor said that I didn’t got the disease :)

                From that experience, I can find what love is it. I realized the love which given by my parents and love which given by Allah. Every problem that given by Allah for me is the proof that Allah love me because Allah will give a happiness in the end. My parents always have a way to protect and keep me from the sadness and the darkness.

                Maybe I don’t have a definition about love but I can feel the love which given by people around me. Love doesn’t need any definition, it doesn’t need a significant word to tell what does “love” mean. Because when we talk about love, not the mouth that will give a answer but the heart that give the answer.