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I read a news about a Thai woman from Narathiwat who had lost her way for 25 years after taking wrong buses to north Thailand. She had ended up in a welfare home after being a beggar for five years. However, on Thursday she was reunited with her seven children. 25 years is such a long time. It must have been so hard for her, being away from the children. And that happened just because she didn't speak or read Thai but only her own language, Yawi, a malay dialect. And also because Thais only speak and read Thai and not other dialects. Probably she had been praying in silence for help day and night, and finally, God, the All-Merciful, has granted her the rescue by sending three Muslim health students who understand and speak Yawi to the welfare centre. And of course, her fate changed soon after that. Alhamdulillah. Who could imagine in this modern world, where language is no barrier, this unfortunate event could happen....

Yesterday, there were couple of reports on children death, one, a 12 years old found hanged in a locked room in his house, and a 14-month baby who was dead after swallowing a milk bottle teat. One 11-years-old school student, meanwhile, passed away after choking on onde-onde, her favorite kueh, during recess at her school canteen. How could this incidents happen? There have been many reports on child death at/outside their own houses or in schools. I start to wonder about the level of safety in our own houses and schools. Are they really safe for our kids?


Off with sad news. Let's speak about new, fresh life. Yesterday, my first real nephew was born in Kuantan. 3.1kg with everything safe and sound, so what my brother told me. We're planning to visit him tomorrow. Probably we'll stay at some place in Cherating. I'll see if can do some catch-up with my old buddy who also lives there. and Cherating beach and ikan bakar, yes ... sound interesting.