Two in one wedding

I took one hour break to do last minute shopping for my brothers' wedding with my husband at Mid Valley. Don't have time to do the shopping these days. But I managed to get what I wanted, hope my brother approves it.
Got to go home early, lucky I've managed to finish the supplement page. Tomorrow we balik kampung. A has been singing balik kampung since last week, the day I told her that we'll be balik kampung jumpa tok and aki. She's very happy. I'm suprised sometimes she still remember who and who back at home in Trg, although it has been months since we last balik kampung.

Chow then.

successful ...

Yes, finally, I managed to upload pics. hmmm ... let's see what pics I can upload here.

This one is of a 5 days old hunk, relaxing near a window under the sun in an effort to free himself from jaundice. He doesn't look that yellow though.

Life is so vulnerable

In Sungai Petani, Kedah, a woman and her two sons were killed. They were hit by a train while crossing the railway track. The late Zulaidah and sons, Muhammad Saiful Amry (maybe 6 or 7) and Muhammad Saiful Azlee (2 or 3) were riding a motorbike. I have yet to read the details of the story as for now only pictures with captions are in the system. Many pictures of the grieving husband Noorizan, son Muhammad Saiful Tarmizi, 10, relatives and the victims themselves. Saiful Azlee was so cute in one picture, where he and brother Saiful Amry were splashing in a river or something. I may not able to share their pain of losing the beloved ones, especially that of Saiful Tarmizi, of losing a mother and two brothers, but I think I understand quite well just by looking at them. I know only time can heal the pain of losing the beloved ones. It can be months or years. And it's so painful, especially when we start missing them, at night when we try to sleep.
Why this kind of accident must happen? What they had to die that way? Could it be avoided? The same question in my head when dealing with death news. As a mother with a husband and two kids, I feel our life is so vulnerable. Wherever and whenever I move, I would expose myself to many shorts of accidents, if I really think about it I may not be able to move anywhere. And what more if I start thinking about my babies, their safety, and there's also my husband, who drives to go to most places. I feel helpless, really. In the end, as a muslim I always pray silently that God will protect us and let me and my husband take care of my kids until they are big enough to look after themselves. And at the same time, I have always been extra careful and told my husband to be extra careful too. But again, who are not? Still accidents happen.
Al-Fatihah to Zulaidah, Saiful Amry and Saiful Azlee. Semoga roh kalian di cucuri rahmat olehNya. And I pray God to make Noorizan and Saiful Tarmizi stronger even.

Who's kena ...

Many people, especially parents, like to think they know better how to make others happy. It's like they know better than the person himself. My husband's friend. K, is now facing the situation. His parents object to his plan to marry a girlfriend of more than 5 years. No concrete reason given, except because she's big. Hmmm ... what a reason. I've met the girl, a teacher. She looks nice to me and has genuine interest in kids. Yes, she's big size, but sweet too, and definitely not ugly.
They're planning to get married next month. Even without family approval, K can go ahead with the plan. He doesn't not need a 'wali'. There's no objection from the girl's family. And I hope the wedding will happen as they plan, though, I heard there're efforts from K's parents to stop the wedding, even to the extent, by using a bomoh or a 'ustazah'. What kind of ustazah who tells others that this or that person has kena buatan orang without even meeting the person. She sounds like a bomoh to me. Kena buatan orang? For more than 5 years? K has been in love with the girl for maybe 6 or 7 years. How could a person kena buatan orang to steadfastly love another person for 6 or 7 years? Hahaha, funny! Maybe K is really under spell, but under love spell.

I heard the parents ask K to go home one day to 'berubat' as they believed in what the ustazah said. K didn't go home on that day, but did on another day. They acted extra nice to him, asking him what he wanted to eat, which was unusual, because they had never been extra nice before. They had also thrown out all the old towels and blanket in his room and asked him to use the new ones they jusy bought. They even packed food for him to bring back to his rented place. And to add to the suspicion, they also asked for his rented place's address. K has been staying at the place for more than 3 years, they never asked for the address before. Realising what probably his parents plan were, K took extra caution, avoid eating and using anything new in the house.

The funny thing is K had also seen somebody for 'air jampi' to soften his parents heart and he managed to make they drink the water on that day. So he said, diaorang ingat diaorang nak kenakan aku, padahal aku yang kenakan diaorg. So who's kena actually??? hehehe ... Not that I believe in air jampi. For sure, it's all up to God. That was just K's last resort to get approval from his parents. Without the approval, the wedding plan will still go on.

To K and girlfriend, I hope their wedding will go through smoothly and they will live happily ever after.

Maulidur Rasul ... a man, an icon and a maksum one

Birthday of Prophet Muhammad S.A.W. What have I learned from the day? That with his birth came the light to the happiness - Islam, the blessing of God for all mankind. That also makes me realise, how far sometimes I have gone away from his teachings ...

Supposedly a public holiday for 'normal people' in Malaysia, but not for me and my colleague 'abnormal lots'. We always work on public holidays.

Last night, I read the news of the death of a 6-year-old girl, after being in coma for four days in a hospital. There are pictures of her. So comel and innocent. It's sad the way she died. She had been left inside a kindergarten van for couple of hours (it seems the driver didn't realise she was left behind in the van as he was escourting other kids to the kindergarten) and fainted, probably due to lack of oxygen, and went into coma. She had probably tried in vain to push the van door open. She probably panicked as she was alone in the van, gotten hysterical, I don't know what actually happened that led her to being suffocated ... but it was so so really unfortunate. Poor little girl! When I look at her picture, it's like I look at my daughter. She had the same hair style, like my daughter. Even if she's not my daughter, she's too young to die, and that way too. My heart goes to her parents and siblings. They sure have tough time to accept the reality of her death.

Last night, at home while trying to sleep, I kept seeing her face, and at the same time, hearing Adibah's song Terlalu Istimewa. Maybe that is really the case where God really loves somebody too much to let her live any longer. How else to explain the death of a 6 year old. She's too young to sin. So God must love her so much to 'call' her to Him when she's that young. I don't know ... sometimes, I have problem understanding life and death ...

This is Adibah's song ' Terlalu Istimewa'. Coincidently, the song is actually dedicated to all the kids who have 'gone'.

Ku tak tergambar wajahmu

Sinar mata itu

Lirik senyumanmu

Pesona yang membelai

Wajahmu bercahaya

Memberi bahagia

Tiap yang memandangHati jadi salju

Kau terlalu istimewa

Kasih dan sayangmu terpancar

Seikhlas tiada batasan

Terus membara

Terkilan rasa jiwa

Ingin ku lihat mu dewasa

Apa dayaTuhan lebih menyayangimu

Ku pasti kau berbahagia

Duduk di sampingnya

Mendengar cerita

Sekadar rahsia

Tak tertanggung rindu…

Mendengar suaramu…

Tawa mengusik jiwa…

I am sure Sharifah Fatin Shahirah, the 6 year old, is having 'good time' in another life, duduk di sampingNya, mendengar ceritaNya . Insyaallah.

Three steps at a time

My conversation with my daughter A.

A: Ibu tolong amik khabar, A nak basha (baca).

Myself: Eh, eh ... amik lah sendiri.

A: Ibu amik lah, A nak basha

Myself: Took the paper and gave it to her.

A: Timakashih.

Myself: Sama-sama.

Yesterday's conversation.

A: Ibu nyanyilah.

Myself: Ibu nyanyi twinkle little star ya.

A: Ok.

Myself: Twinkle, twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are, up so high ....

A: Ibu diam! Jgn bishing! Adik tido. Jgn bishing!

Myself: ???????

All that have gone ... May they R.I.P

Mac 30 2006 (Thursday). My husband's grandmother (father's side) passed away at the Malacca hospital. She was 75. The last time we saw her was about one and a half month ago. She had not been really sick, except for the occasional rise in her blood sugar level. I guess, her time just
came.
April 1 2006. It's been two years since my grandmother (my father's side) left us. She was 72. It happened on a Friday's night, at a mosque, after Isyak's prayer. Subhanallah. Time really flies. Sometimes, I still feel her presence. I really miss her.
Am not sure when I actually 'came across' deaths. Maybe when I was five or six. I remember vaguely seeing my grandma's sister spooning her stepdaughter porridge. She had been sick for quite sometimes. And that night we were gathering at grandma sister's house. I must have felt asleep for one or two hours, when I woke up grandma said she had passed away.
The one I remember the most is when I was seven. I was on the way back from school when I saw a 'black maria' (a police truck) near my house. My auntie came out and rerouted me to my cousin's house. She told me grandma's brother had passed away, but did not allow me to see his body. But why the police truck? Later I was told that grandma's brother had shot himself in the head with a shortgun. He had been sick, or rather, not himself or insane.
When I was eight, my mother gave birth to a baby girl at her mother's house. What a lovely little thing, but God loved her more. She died while in the delivery process. She was delivered breech. She was so pretty and not puplish blue like some newborns. She was big too, maybe almost 4kg. That explains why I gave birth to big-sized babies. Big size runs in the family!
After that, some cousins and relatives were called to see God.
I was 14 when my auntie (mother's sister) passed away after about two weeks giving birth to a baby boy. She fell in the bathroom and died on the spot. The real cause not known. Two weeks after that the baby boy also died. It must be difficult for him to survive without a mother. And a couple of months later, her husband followed, due to cancer. That made my eight cousins yatim piatu. My grandma (my mother's mother) took them in.
In 1985, my great grandmother (father's side) passed away. She was 100 something. During my higher school, three of my male yatim piatu teenage cousins died, all due to cancer or kind of it. It seems they got the cancer from their late father.
Dec 21 1989, this also remain in memory forever. My brother, 16, involved in an accident and succumbed to his injury after about 24 hours in hospital. That month was a really gloomy December, what with the monsoon season. I still remember the dark yellow sky that appeared on that day. So dark yellow, it was strange. Or at least, that was how I felt at that time.
1994, my best friend passed away. The cause - heart cancer, which she only knew about only one month before she died. We were in third year of our varsity study. She was briliant and a top score student.
1997, another great grandmother (father's side) passed away. She was also almost 100. My late beloved grandma looked after both her mother and mother-in-law until their last time.
to be continued ...