I JUST BACK FROM MILA HOUSE. I TOOK KHANSA WITH ME TO MEET MILA. SHE JUST HAD MATERNITY LAST WEEK. A BABY GIRL NEW BORN. HER SECOND DAUGHTER. HER FIRST DAUGHTER AGE JUST DIFFERENT 3 MOTNHS FROM KHANSA. UNTIL NEXT YEAR MILA AND HER HUSBAND ALONG WITH THEY TWO DAUGHTERS WILL BE IN INDONESIA. AFTER THAT THEY WILL BE BACK TO KUALA LUMPUR, MALAYSIA. A BABY NEW BORN, SO SMALL ... WHEN KHANSA WAS A BABY JUST SAME LIKE THAT. I CARRIED THE BABY, SMALL, BEAUTIFUL, SMELL GOOD. I SMILED A LOT WHILE HOLDING HER. I HAD A DREAM ... REALLY I HAD A DREAM. WHEN MIRACLE COME, THE BABY, ME AND MY DREAM. EVEN IT MIGHT BE RISKED FOR ME, BUT I WOULD TRY WITH HIM. I TOUCHED HER SKIN GENTLY, I SAID "SHE IS BEAUTIFUL MILA" I STARED THE BABY IN GLASSED EYES HOLD TO CRY. REMAINED WHAT DREAMED I HAD. "YES SHE IS" MILA ANSWERED. I SMILED TO MILA "INSHAALLAH, ALLAH WILL BLESS HER ALWAYS" I SAID TO MILA. SHE HUG ME SOFTLY, SHE WHISPERED TO ME, I STILL REMEMBERED WHAT SHE SAID TO ME "PLEASE BE STRONG"