During 2011, my friends texted me to hang out at the mall (a very popular place in my country). Even though i didn't have any money to grab a bite to eat or anything, I still accepted their propasal. So how did I get the money? I know my dad's daily routine very well. Around 6 pm, my dad usually goes to the mosque to pray, and I know he always leaves his wallet on the table. I went upstairs and took $100. At first, I thought my dad wouldn't realize that the money was gone because he doesn't usually count his money, so I didn't worry. The next day, I heard my mom yelling at the maid because she thought that the maid took it. She kept insisting she didn't until my mom finally believed her. My mom asked me if I took the money, and I didn't admit to it. So my mom was furious with the maid again until the maid lifted the holy Quran and swore to my mom that she didn't take it. When the fight was over, I wanted to confess to my parents, but I was too afraid. I let the maid take the blame. For many months, my memory has haunted me, but I'm still afraid to confess. I hope I have the strength to confess and be forgiven.
Posted on 02.01.2012, 21:13:27 CET
Place: Brunei Darussalam