It's Merdeka Day

31 August 2009

Since the fasting month, today is the first day in Ramadan that my husband did not break fast with the family, as today, he had to attend an official buka puasa do at Putrajaya.

And today is a day when I feel a dark cloud hovering over my head (I just couldn't shake the feeling). Could it be because my husband isn't around to break fast with me, or could it because of some other reasons?

Today is also the day my little girl goes back to UTM after spending 3 glorious days with us. Perhaps, that adds to my despondent feeling.

The last 3 days had been great as we took her and my 3 boys shopping for Hari Raya at Subang Parade and the shopping complexes around Shah Alam.

And both Ina and I spent precious time in the kitchen cooking up a frenzy. I whipped up my kids' favourite food for buka puasa. On the 2nd day (29 August) Ina arrived, both Ina and I cooked my kids' all-time favourite dish, i.e Nasi Tomato Daging, Kurma Ayam, Acar Nenas, Sambal Tomato, Salad and Cucumber.

And yesterday (30 August) , despite being very tired, after shopping with Ina and my husband at Jalan TAR and Jalan Masjid India, I was adamant in cooking for buka puasa. I prepared Creamy Fetucinni, Minced Beef Tortilla, Popiah Otak-Otak, and Mee Goreng Mamak.

Today, the house seems quiet during buka as my husband and Ina aren't around to join us. Missing too from the table is my second son, Khairil who buka puasa with friends.

Today is also the day when I reflected on my time with my ESOL students at Olympia College. Suddenly, I had this longing to see and talk to them. In particular, I miss my ex-Advanced ESOL students like Gothama, Chanda, Jina, Sudhee, Khema, Alu, Siti, Catherine, Sharon, Rami, Christina, Hamed and also all my ex-Intermediate students. Hey kiddos, I do miss all of you terribly.

And after buka puasa, I'm still feeling despondent with a splitting headache. I wish this feeling of despondency will go away........

Confessions of a Book Addict

Let books be your dining table and you shall be full of delights. Let them be your mattress and you shall sleep restful nights.

Books in My Current Collection That I Will Devour Now That I'm Retired
And there's no stopping my reading.....


1/ Memahami Jenama by Peter Cheverton and Translated by Wan Sallehah Wan Mahmood (hey, that's me!!)
2/ Hijab: antara adat dan tuntutan syariat, by Fatimah Hj Omar
3/ Hijab Waali... The Veiled Girl, by Dr Syed Ikram Hussain Abidi
4/ Bimbingan Taubat, by Mohd Abdul Wahab
5/ Dunia Alam Barzakh Alam Akhirat by Yahya Nuryadi
6/ A Prisoner of Birth by Jeffrey Archer
7/ Perfect Match, by Jodi Picoult
8/ My Sister's Keeper, by Jodi Picoult
9/ Hidup Ibadat, by Ustaz Haji Fadzil Haji Ahmad
10/ Hidup Betaqwa, by Al-Ustaz Dato Hj Ismail Kamus
11/ Enjoy your life, by Dr Al-Ariffi
12/ In the Line of Fire: A Memoir by Pervez Musharraf
13/ Kabuki: Skin Deep by David Mack
14/ Kabuki: Metamorphosis by David Mack
15/ Creativity Workout: 62 Exercises to Unlock Your Most Creative Ideas by Edward De Bono
16/ The Last King of Scotland by Giles Foden
17/ Chocolate for a Lover's Herat by Kay Allenbaugh
18/ Unleashing Genius by Dilip Mukerjea
19/ 68 Soneta Pohon Gingko by A Samad Said
20/ Eat, Shoots & Leaves: The Zero Tolerance Approach to Punctuation by Lynne Truss
21/ The Innocent Man by John Grisham
22/ False Impression by Jeffrey Archer
23/ Honor Among Thieves by Jeffrey Archer
24/Mars and Venus in the Bedroom by John Gray
25/ Lone Eagle by Danielle Steel
26/ Independence Day by Dean Devlin and Roland Emmerich and Stephen Molstad
27/ A Place Called Here by Cecilia Ahern
28/ Thanks for the Memories by Cecelia Ahern
29/ Eat, Pray and Love by Elizabeth Gilbert
30/ H.R.H by Danielle Steel
31/ Valley of Silence by Nora Roberts
32/ Little Whie Lies by Bernadette Strachan
33/ The Last To Know: Can You Keep a Secret by Melissa Hill
34/ Good Luck by Whitney Gaskell
35/ Jewels of the Sun by Nora Roberts
36/ Tears of the Moon by Nora Roberts
37/ Making Chatter Matter by Jennifer Eileen Peters
38/ Funktionary by Ruth Wajnryb
39/ Change of Herat by Jodi Picoult
40/ Life Lessons for Women by Stephanie Marston
41/ Mercy by Jodi Picoult
42/ The Hollow by Nora Robers
43/ A Brother's Journey by Rochard B. Pelzer
44/ Nineteen Minutes by Jodi Picoult
45/ Read Me and laugh: A Funny Poem For Every Day of The year by Gaby Morgan
46/ Beauty Junkies by Alex Kuczynski
47/ The Accidental Family by Rowan Coleman
48/ A Thousand splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini
49/ A Prisoner of Birth by Jeffrey Archer
50/ Dreams from My Father by Barack Obama
51/ The First Patient by Michael Palmer
52/ My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picoult
53/ Remember Me? by Sophie Kinsella
54/ Just the Right Words by Judith Kimberley
55/ Perfect Match by Jodi Picoult
56/ Chicken Soup for the Soul by Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen
57/ You & Your Problems by Dr K Sri Dhammananda

58/ A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini
59/ Word Game by B Jain Publishers
60/ Gandhi - An Autobiography: The Story of My Experiments with Truth
61/ 50 Days Rantings by MM by Marina Mahathir
62/ The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank
63/ Twisted Roots by Virginia Andrews
64/ Punished by Vanessa Steel
65/ The Appeal by John Grisham
66/The Associate by John Grisham
67/ Not Without My Sisters by Kristina, Celeste and Juliana
68/ The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy
69/ The Time of the Uprooted by Elie Wiesel
70/ Chocolate for a Lover's Heart by Kay Allenbaugh
71/ Jar Fools by Jason Lutes
72/ Starting Over by Tony Parsons
73/ Against the Odds by Lynda Page

The Cry of My Heart for Mak

23 August 2009
(In loving Memory of Mak)

Mak, Alhamdulillah.We know that you were on loan to us for that period of time you were with us, your 8 kids. 
Mak, we were grateful to God for lending you to us.
Nevertheless, when you left us, it caused a void in our lives.
It was difficult for us at first to accept the reality that you are no longer with us.
And that God had taken back what belongs to him.
 .. M A K ..
18 April 1929 to 23 August 2000
(the day Mak breathed her last breath)

Mak, as I sat watching by your hospital bed,
A million thought ran through my head.
Of just how much were you aware?
Did you know that we (your 8 kiddos) were there?
Could you feel the love we sent,
In whispered word, Or prayer bent?
As we asked God,
To spare your life for our selfish cause?
So that we could tell you just once more,
"We love you Mak! " as we had before.
And we could chat like days of old,
Over coffee cups and fried bananas.
And laugh and joke, or just to share some small hurt and perhaps a tear.
To talk of the past, or things yet to do.
To sniffle, and sneeze, and say "Bless You! "
All these dreams now hang in shreds,
As my 3 brothers, 3 sisters and I sit here with bowed down head.
And ponder on these sad thoughts.
Just to wonder, "Was it all for naught? "
 

Innalillahi Wa Inna Illahi Raaji'uun.
 Mak, we will always love you.
We will forever cherish our memories with you
And we are grateful to Allah
for giving us the opportunity to love you.
May Allah bless your soul.

Al-Fatihah

Ayah, thank you for paying me a visit

25 August 2009

Ayah, thank you for coming back to my house today. Thank you for paying me a visit, albeit just in my dream. It felt so real as I could see you languishing and relaxing at that little corner in front of my 3-seater in the living room (that was your favourite corner whenever you came to my house).

And we were joined by Kak Pah (my eldest sister), Amir (my hubby), Abang Cen (my eldest brother), Khairil (my second son), Kharina (my daughter) and Khairi (my youngest son), and many others in my living room but I couldn't recall everyone's faces as they appeared quite vague.

Ayah, in that dream, I was so happy to see you looking so relaxed and happy as you were surrounded by people who love you. I could see how animated you were and, occasionally, I could also see you inhaling small puffs from your cigar (something you enjoyed indulging in your life time).

And towards the end of the dream, you kept asking me to wake Khairul up as he was supposed to take you for your medical check up at HUKM. You did not want to be late as you had always been a stickler for punctuality (now I knew where I inherited this little quirk, as my major weakness is my absolute intolerance for people who are tardy and late).

Anyway, upon hindsight, it was kind of amusing that even in my dream, I had difficulty waking Khairul up so much so that you had to keep reminding me (Khairul's major occupation is SLEEPING, and it has been repeatedly remarked to him that even if a bomb goes off in his room, he would continue sleeping).

Ayah, what I felt most happy today was that you appeared very much alive, very much your usual self, like the time when Mak was still with us. You seemed contented and happy, with the cigar in between your lips and your head propped up with several pillows and a big cushion, just like before, at that favorite spot of yours, in my living room, surrounded by everyone who loved you.

Ayah, I'm sure you are missing us as much as we are missing you. You have left a deep void in our lives. And, despite you having left us 8 months ago, I will always feel your presence in my house, particularly after today, as I reckon you had come back to say a proper goodbye to us, particularly me.

Ayah, remember that I was one of your children who did not get to see you before you left us. I did not get a chance to kiss your hands and your wrinkled cheeks. I did not get to hug you before you left us.

Ayah, my memory of you would be when I last spoke to you, two days before your soul leaves your body. And because your soul came back to my house today, gradually, the deep regret I have been feeling the last eight months for not being able to see you is slowly reducing.

Ayah, the first few months after you left us was really a trying moment for me. Every time I looked at your photo, I would burst out crying. And every time, I looked up names under W, and if I happened to glimpse your name as I scrolled the contacts, I would be sobbing uncontrollably.

Ayah, it was hard for me to erase your name from my hand phone contacts as I felt that you had been a major part of my life and would always be with me, albeit in spirit and in memory only. And I would never erase your name as I wanted to preserve your memory forever.

Ayah, today, I feel so good. The deep regret and hurt is slowly ebbing away, and I'm thankful you came back in the month of Ramadan. Perhaps, it was actually a message you wanted to convey to us children to sedekah AlFatihah, surah Yassin and salawat Nabi.

And Insyallah Ayah, we will continue to do so, not just during Ramadan, but all the time.

Ayah, thank you for paying me a visit today. It means so much to me.

Kring...kring......kring....kring....... . It was time for sahur. That was my alarm at 5:00 a.m

Alfatihah, Ayah and to Mak, ..., and to Pan, Tok Ayah, Wan Mohd Fisol, Wan Yusoff, Wan Zakery, Tok Baba, Tok Wan Chik, and to Tok (Mak's mum) too.....

Ramadan Al-Mubarak

The holy month of Ramadan unites all Muslims in fasting, feasting, worship and prayer. It is a time for contemplation, spirituality and brotherhood. It is also known and recognised as the month of the Qur'an.

Allah (S.W.T) says:

“The month of Ramadan in which was revealed the Qur'an, a guidance for mankind and clear proofs for the guidance and the criterion (between right and wrong).” (Al-Baqarah 2:185)

One night I heard a knock on my door;
Who can it be,I wasn't quite sure.
I open the door and am filled with glee;
The visitor ahead is no stranger to me.
I welcome the guest with utmost delight;
For I know it has come to give me respite.
An air of happiness fills the space;
My home now seems, a better place!
Have you any clue who this visitor could be?
Yes! its Ramadan,the month of mercy.

The pious and righteous can't await its arrival;
Others seem to greet it, with waves of denial.
For Allah(SWT) we fast from dawn to dusk;
For Him our breath is the fragrance of musk.
The Muslims who pray and fast with zest;
Are aware of the rewards of this month manifest.
Throughout this month we weep and repent;
Now is the time to strongly lament.
And those who shun this sacred month;
on the Day of Reckoning will face the brunt.

In the last ten nights,hides the Night of Decree;
Allah(SWT) then awaits for his slaves to plea.
The angels descend with Gabriel(AS) in the lead;
To check on the steadfast and record every deed.
A feeling of grief now fills my heart;
As the month of Ramadan will soon depart.
So lets make a start and worship Him alone;
Now that the worth of this month is known

THE HOLY MONTH OF RAMADAN

FOR ALL MUSLIMS HAS BEGUN.

PRAISING ALLAH THROUGH THE DAY,

FROM DAWN TO DUSK WE FAST AND PRAY.

WE PAY ZAKAH (CHARITY) FOR THOSE IN NEED,

TRYING HARD TO DO GOOD DEEDS.

WHEN THE SUN HAS SET, AND DAY IS DONE-

I’LL BREAK THIS CHAIN, BUT ONLY ONE.

BY THE END OF RAMADAN, THIS WHOLE CHAIN WILL BE ALL GONE!

IT’S TIME FOR EID AND LOTS OF FUN!!!

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