a new family member arrived

(3-week old sugar sleeping on a tree)

Last thursday a new family member arrived. She is a little kitten bought from a pet shop which aina named 'chomel' (though I wanted to name her cleopatra or poppin). Aiman squealed with joy and laughter when we showed her over skype. I hope dh will recover from his 'lost' over sugar. Most of all I am happy that mak adores chomel (since she will spend most of the time with her at home when all of us go to either work or school). Hubby will teach her some games and tricks. I hope to teach her 'martial arts'!

Welcome chomel - we will make u a home which you will be happy to spend the rest of your life in it.

a prof who inspires

Prof Dr Muhd Kamil Ibrahim - I've known him long in blogosphere through his writings. His name was nothing new since I was also from ITM. I bought his travelog haji from mph bookstore in Subang Jaya. I've met him personally in Sarajevo and he presented me his travelog haji cd signed with a kasih sayang seorang saudara muslim. One week knowing him in Bosnia (we were part of the malaysian universities delegation) and having the opportunities to solat jemaah with him as the imam and hearing his tazkirahs has done me good (in faith) and I am so thankful to Allah. He is a simple yet great man, and effective in his dakwah.

cute princess having a high fever

Aina is having a high fever again @ 39.9-40.0 C. This means mama will have to stay all night in the study room by her side to monitor every hour and sponge bathe her. Since her first month until 2 years old she used to cause alarm to her parents - by having fits alongside even a slight fever. The neighbours were being noted and more often than not, they took the trouble to send her to smc (then only noting us, her parents). Every time she went into fits, I went into phobia - it caused tears and pains to me - every of those times, I felt like almost losing her. Even she is almost 12  11 years of age now and responded well to prescribed dosage of fever medication, I wouldn't take any chance and continue to nurse her to ensure she is totally free from fits and its symptoms.

Here are the lyrics of a beautiful poem by Mary A. Loberg.

A Mother's Prayer

Help me dear Lord, as a mother, I pray
And bless these hands folded in prayer today;
May they be ever strong as they guide, as they teach,
Beings never too far for a child to reach.
May they never, with selfishness, try to dissuade,
Nor too quickly punish, nor too slowly aid.
May they point out the pleasures in laughter and song,
And may they show, wisely, the right from the wrong,
So that one day I'll know that I've helped all I can
To make her a woman, to make him a man.

sunday morning with me amor

a mute wife and a deaf husband

 

 

 

It had passed midnight and i am still with the laptop working on the international conference to be held at the end of this month. On dh's invitation, I gladly answered yes, grabbed my scarf and followed him heading for  dataran shah alam for a char kuey tiau, otak2 and hot plain tea. The last time we came here was like more than 1 year ago before me amor leaving for canada. While eating and watching manchester u vs sunderland (dh is a fan of chelsea while I am of man u's) on the screen, we discussed about young men in general, their behavioral and needs, likes and dislikes. My cellphone buzzed at 1.35am, my, with a message from an src - he was still awake at this wee hours? We then had a good laugh mimicking a mute wife and a deaf husband. He still can insult me 'crazy' with his sign language - but I was just not in the mood to 'pay' him for that! Initially I was just mooting up the idea of a happy marriage - that is between a mute wife and a deaf husband. But then we thought it would be very deadly boring - its the whispers, sweet talks and quarrels that add salt and pepper to a husband/wife relationship! Really?

don't shut the door too hard

An unfavorable incident occurred today that has left me frustrated and agitated. Though I feel wanna shut the door then lock it and throw the key away, I cannot do it for there is love and sense of responsibility in all the things I do and vision out. I tried to find console by having a lunch date with dh at JM Briyani, Tesco. I remembered a lesson learned from John Casey's mother some time ago - don't shut the door too hard like you don't want to open it again... and I also remembered fairly well those words uttered by Prof Zainal in a lecture. Good balance of them make it do, I hope so.

westlife, seasons in the sun

me amor...

 

Naruto - one of sweet prince's favourite cartoon series dh and I watched on tv today. We miss you sweet prince...

on whether to have another winning team workshop

 

A little while ago I was doing a bit of clearing of what my mak said my 'sepah' belongings. But these (especially the above twos) had delayed my 'berkemas' and put me into a deep thinking....

bravo ex-comrade

Last Thursday I was at the Tesco as an escapism from a 'boringness' being at home alone - mak stayed for two nights at her one and only sister's place in Gombak, dh and aina day-balik kampung in Hulu Langat. I dropped by the office for two hours only to witness cold and still office since everyone was still away celebrating their rayas. As I was passing by the plant aisle, sat on a wheelchair in front of me was a familiar figure of a man whom I've known used to be full of vibrant, talkative and cheerful. Though hesitated at first (fear he might not recognize and just ignore me), I smiled at him and said, Haji Fesal? He smiled back and replied, Hajah ada sini tengah beli barang. Not sure myself on whether to ask him on his health condition or not, i said, ok haji saya pergi cari hajah.

At the perishable section, I almost cried with joy when I saw Hajah Azmahton. Masya allah, she doesn't change an inch, still look as young as the last time I saw her - more than 8 years ago. We had a long chat relaying all the happenings in our work and family lives in the past 8 years. She lost a grown-up daughter to meningitis, (fondly called kakteh whom at that time studied is UIA). I remembered what a fair and fine girl kakteh used to be. A year after that Hj Fesal got his leg amputated due to diabetes (that being the reason he is now on a wheelchair). Ya Allah tears almost rolling down my cheek listening to all she had gone thru in all those years - Earlier she had lost the only son and another 2 children in their infants. She is now a Senior Deputy Bursar and the sole breadwinner of her family which now consists of a hubby and 5 girls. But her face doesn't show even the slightest of sadness but only redha.

Though taller in height compared to her, yet I felt so small and inferior - to her determination, calmness, patience and expression of devotion to Allah. All praises be unto Allah, the All knowing, Most Gracious, most Merciful. Before we depart, she handed me an invitation card to her daughter's wedding to be held in December. Till we meet again friend,  may God bless you with happiness, love and laughter too ....and everything else that makes your life a happy one for you. Amen.

picture paints a thousand words - raya part 1