
Giving this blog space entirely to the nombor 1 man in my life,
BABO. (in photo, mama as well.)
The endearing term, Babo, is strongly rooted in Kelantan; where he is from. Strong, sensitive yet expressive, this man is made of quality. He has 10 siblings, and is the 5th child. Babo's father was an 'Imam' in a nearby masjid in Pasir Putih, Kelantan and he delivered nothing but strictness and discipline in raising his children.
Babo followed suit in this pursuit of raising his four kids. We were thought not to eat candy, drink tea or coffee (til we were 18 so it wouldn't ruin our teeth) and read a lot of books. Every Thursday night, we would recite Quran verses with him and he would correct our pronunciation.
School days, this man would perfect our linguistics. Through him, I mastered the art of expressing. I represented my school in reciting poetry (sajak), debate team, 'nasyid' group and even lead the choral speaking team.
He is made of gold.
Throughout my teenage adolescent years, i was hard to control. He made me fall flat on my face each time i strayed. I went out way too late, hung out with naughty types and rebelled every minute just to stir reaction.
This phase lasted until the last two years of my degree.
I'm 3 years over graduating, I'm doing good.
I'm doing what i love most; Radio & TV Hosting and carving my music.
He even let me use my nick name to shake things up, he doesn't wanna take credit.
But today, i am not Hunny Madu.
I am
HANI HATIM.
I am
HANI FARHANA BINTI MOHD HATIM.
I'm proud.