My brother Mazri...
This is my other brother.Mazri. The one that used to wait for me on his bicycle when I was a temporary teacher after form five..Will never forget that.On raya day years ago, he and my other siblings would stay by the window looking at other children passing by in their new clothes.. Never a word of complain uttered from his mouth then..Only silence..He must be very sad as a young boy of 11 when my dad passed away.. With his wife dalam susah dalam senang. With his two daughters.He h...