Lina Lee and Aadil Haris
Lina Lee:
I am neither a follower or leader. I am just me. Leadership isn’t about leading, it is about being led by love. The greatest lesson I have learned is to not let the mind overrule the heart. I am somewhat intellectual, so to find clarity, I sing when in doubt. For when one sings, it is to pray twice.
Top of my mind is the recent report in the news about a drug trafficker on death row. The law is the law and with actions, come consequences. You are however loved, Mr Drug Trafficker. For deep in your heart, you perhaps long for love. If it were up to me, I shall find a servant of the Lord to accompany you on your final journey to bring you love, joy and peace. You see, light drives out darkness. May you be transformed in spirit, healed and rest in peace.
I have nothing more to say except this: In His Time.
Aadil Haris:
Hi. I’m Aadil. I am 7 turning 8 soon. I have one older brother and one younger sister. You got that right, I’m the middle child! Oh yeah!
On to the story…first, let me tell you my struggles. My brother has autism. You can say he thinks different. I do not really know if this is true but my dad says he acts like a 3 year old kid. My mom says he is different but not less. I don’t know what it means but I think it’s something good. Sometimes he goes ‘beast mode’ and starts to scream, hit, kick, and once, he punched me. Yeah, you can say my brother is not chill. But sometimes, he is quite chill. His behaviour is predictable like those luck games you see at the arcade. To stop the ticking time bomb inside me, I just ignore it.
Next about my sister. Last time, she was quite annoying when she first had teeth. You may ask why? Well, I think in her baby brain, she thought that my back was food. There was a 50% chance that on weekends, she would bite my back and it was very painful.
Sometimes I feel that life is not fair. I wish my parents could spend more time with me. I know they are busy with work and stuff… Like my brother and sister. But I also know they love me and I love my family.
I show Aydan I love him by correcting him in life. Sometimes with tough love like my Malay teacher Mr Hamzani (But let’s save that for another story). Even when Aydan hits me or hurts me, I forgive him because I know it’s not his fault. It’s his autism. For my sister Amelie, I show her love by helping her. I will turn on her favourite video on Ipad. It’s Cocomelon! Having fun together and always having their back, is how I show my love to Aydan and Amelie.
