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Hari Raya Aidiladha baru saja berlalu. Banyak binatang dikorbankan sepanjang empat hari tersebut. Semakin ramai orang yang banyak duit dan pemurah. Dulu-dulu di sesebuah masjid atau surau, mungkin hanya 3-4 ekor. Tapi sekarang berbelas ekor di satu tempat, malah ada yang mencecah puluhan.

Namun demikian, berapa ramai di antara kita yang mengambil pengajaran daripada ibadah korban itu sendiri, serta memahami falsafah di sebaliknya.  Firman Allah Ta'ala yang bermaksud: “Daging dan darah binatang korban atau hadiah itu tidak sekali-kali akan sampai kepada Allah, tetapi yang sampai kepada-Nya ialah amal yang ikhlas yang berdasarkan takwa daripada kamu” (Surah al-Hajj ayat 37).

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On the night of the first Hari Raya, while I was strolling along the street with a few people in my car, we saw many shops and restaurants were closed, except the mamaks. "Yang maju meniaga ni dok tengok mamak. Makin banyak kedai mamak, 24 jam pulak tu. Awat yang orang melayu tak lagu tu..." "Tu la ... ble ble ble ..." And the usual discussion went on...

Pernah kita dengar terutama dalam perniagaan, kedai makan serta gerai dan lain-lain terpaksa ditutup akibat perbuatan khianat dan dengki. Tidak berjaya secara menghasut orang atasan, dicuba pula cara halus. Akibat tidak mahu  adanya persaingan dan ingin membolot untung sendiri, sanggup merosakkan rezeki orang lain. Di kalangan keluarga tidak kurang juga. Akibat berebut harta, sanggup menghasut sini sana. Tanah sekangkang kera pun amat berkira. Di pejabat, sekolah, company, di mana-mana saja wujud manusia dengan phd ini.

Among the reasons I think is because there are a lot of 'phd' practitioners among us. Perasaan di mana tiada orang lain boleh lebih daripada aku. Mereka yang begini tidak ada rasa ketenangan dengan apa yang ada. If among siblings and close relatives also we practice this phd kind of behavior, let alone between outsiders and with people who are not related to us.

 

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Mau botak kepala melayan karenah mereka.

Di samping kita korbankan lembu dan kambing, marilah sama-sama kita sembelih juga sifat-sifat mazmumah yang ada pada diri kita.

Buat mereka yang ikhlas, mudah-mudahan Allah terus memelihara kalian dan memberikan ketenangan serta balasan kebaikan.

Buat mereka yang berperasaan sombong dan dengki, semoga Allah berikan petunjuk dan hidayah.

Semoga Allah jauhkan kita daripada sifat-sifat buruk yang boleh membawa kita ke neraka. Amiin.

They are more than just pets

Quite a number of studies have documented on human-animal interactions and its benefits resulting from positive bonding. It was found that children who have pets were more loving, caring and responsible. Animal therapy was also found to be useful for the elderly in improving their quality of life, and also helps to control hypertension and heart problems.

Awal Ramadhan yang lalu, saya membawa pulang tiga ekor anak ayam serama saya ke Taiping. Usia mereka baru beberapa hari, jadi tidak sampai hati nak ditinggalkan. Ibu mereka kurang sabar dalam menjaga anak, suka patuk2 sampai berdarah. Pernah saya biarkan bersama ibunya, anaknya mati dalam masa seminggu. Jadi, saya usung saja, tiada masalah.

Bila tiba masa untuk pulang semula ke Kuantan, mama kata tinggalkan saja anak-anak ayam tu, biar dia yang jaga. Nanti raya nak balik semula. Saya tahu mama memang nak bela ayam serama tu lama dah, tapi saya yang buat-buat lambat sebab saya takut dia rasa susah.

Saya pun tinggalkan anak-anak ayam bersama mama. Tiap kali telefon, mama akan bercerita anak-anak ayam dah besar. Mula tumbuh bulu. Manja. Seronok tengok mereka berlompat di atas rumput di waktu petang. Mama sanggup ke kedai membeli makanan ayam yang 'special'. Niat asal nak bagi ayam tu kepada pakcik macam dah tak jadi, sebab mama nekad nak bela. She feels sort of relief watching the chicks growing. Whatever makes her happy, I am all into it. 

Pagi tadi, seawal 7.00 pagi, mama telefon. Sounds worried, she said that two of the chicks were gone missing, and the third carcass was lying dead in the cage. Anyhow, the cage door was closed. Cause of missing and death is still unknown. Kesian mama, she lost her pets...

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Teringat kisah Rasulullah dengan Abu Umair, seorang kanak-kanak. Abu Umair mempunyai seekor burung kecil diberi nama Nughair. Jika bertemu dengan Abu Umair, Rasulullah sering bertanyakan perihal Nughair si burung. Suatu hari Rasulullah dapati Abu Umair sedih dan menangis. Rupanya Nughair telah mati. Rasulullah cuba menghiburkan dan mengembirakan Abu Umair dengan bermain dan bersiar-siar bersama.

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A pet was dead. It might seems nothing for us. But for a child it's a big thing. Same goes with anyone who has developed the human-animal bond. It's easy for us to say, 'tak payah lah bela binatang. Menyusah saja.' It might be true for us. We have jobs to settle, offices to run. We meet people everyday. Socialize. We have husbands or wives to entertain. Kids to raise. A busy household to manage. Oh what a hectic life. But for a lonely lady, like mama, it might be a totally different story... A little pet could means a lot...

We will never truly understand, until we ourselves become one lonely man... 

Mula dengan diri sendiri

Pernah dikisahkan, suatu hari Fatimah binti Rasulullah dengan tidak sengaja menyebut sesuatu tang menyentuh hati suaminya Ali. Fatimah melihat wajah Ali berubah seolah-olah terasa dengan kata-katanya. Berkali-kali Fatimah memohon maaf namun Ali mendiamkan diri, wajahnya tidak berubah. 

Fatimah terus memohon ampun. Kali ini dia berlari anak mengelilingi suaminya sampai merayu memohon ampun. Setelah 70 kali dia tawaf mengelilingi suaminya lalu Ali menguntumkan senyuman, tanda keampunan telah diberi.

Berita itu sampai ke telinga baginda Rasulullah. Kata baginda kepada anak kesayangannya, 'Andainya engkau meninggal dunia sebelum sempat mendapat keampunan suamimu nescaya aku tidak akan menyembahyangkan jenazah mu.'

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Kisah di atas menjadi petunjuk betapa tingginya martabat suami sehinga baginda Nabi berkata demikian kepada anak kesayangannya. Ia juga menjadi contoh peringatan kepada para isteri.

TETAPI

Buat para suami, mari kita cerminkan diri. Ramai yang mendambakan isteri yang taat, isteri yang solehah sejuk mata memandang. Pada masa yang sama kita sudahkan kita menjadi suami tang soleh? Yang boleh menjadi tauladan dalam keluarga? Berakhlak dengan akhlak yang terpuji?

Sungguh kita tak malu, mahukan yang terbaik tetapi diri sendiri tidak terlebih dahulu menjadi yang terbaik...

Muhasabah diri untuk terus berusaha menjadi yang terbaik...

Secret Garden on the Rooftop: Beautiful Landscape

I do love natures. 

Once upon a time we were at One Utama. I saw this signage welcoming visitors to a Secret Garden on Level 5 (if I am not mistaken). Even better, it's free.

So we went up. Well, to me it is not disappointing. I even wonder how they can have such a garden on a roof top. Flowers, herbs, even trees. What a landscape.

This is supposed to be a WW entry, but I can't help blabbering... Now here are some of the pictures...

Tatau nama apa, kena tanya GadisBunga musti dia tau. Aiman kata Bunga Mercedes, huhu.

Pokok kunyit, tumeric. Cantik pulak bila sama-sama berbunga. Dulu sekali tumbuh banyak kat belukar sebelah rumah. Opah saya ajar buat kerabu daun kunyit. Ada bunga kunyit, laaagi sedap dan wangi. 

Ini ke keladi gajah? Tinggi pada orang lagi.

Yang ni saya kagum, pokok terung. Saya pernah tanam tapi takdan la sampai besaq ni dah mampus.

Pokok terung pun tinggi, kita boleh tumpang berteduh..

::These pictures were taken with my iPhone cam. Dslr dok dalam kereta je, tak muat poket. Tu yang mem besar marah. :p

Secret Admirer

Nice huh!

I admired the car from far. 

My son said, "Kejar dia babah!" 

Kejar dengan Livina. 

Dapat rapat walopon kereta banyak. Jalan Tun Razak, biasalah. 

Fuh, nombor pun cantik. G1M1957. 

Wondered who's driving it. Tried to take over to look at the driver. 

Wah, so young can drive this beast oredi?! Jeles...

Eh, look very familiar, someone's son (of course la mesti ada bapak). 

OK can not speku banyak2 nanti kena siasat, keke. Nanti glamer pulak blog SKSB masuk surat kabar keluar TV.

So what so special about this G1M plate series?

If it's meant to be, it will be..

Bila kasih bertaut

A LETTER IN THE LOST WALLET

As I walked home one freezing day, I stumbled on a wallet someone had lost in the street. I picked it up and looked inside to find some identification so I could call the owner. But the wallet contained only three dollars and a crumpled letter that looked as if it had been in there for years. 

The envelope was worn and the only thing that was legible on it was the return address. I started to open the letter, hoping to find some clue. Then I saw the dateline--1924. The letter had been written almost sixty years ago.

It was written in a beautiful feminine handwriting on powder blue stationery with a little flower in the left-hand corner. It was a "Dear John" letter that told the recipient, whose name appeared to be Michael, that the writer could not see him any more because her mother forbade it. Even so, she wrote that she would always love him.

It was signed, Hannah.

It was a beautiful letter, but there was no way except for the name Michael, that the owner could be identified. Maybe if I called information, the operator could find a phone listing for the address on the envelope.

"Operator," I began, "this is an unusual request. I'm trying to find the owner of a wallet that I found. Is there anyway you can tell me if there is a phone number for an address that was on an envelope in the wallet?"

She suggested I speak with her supervisor, who hesitated for a moment then said, "Well, there is a phone listing at that address, but I can't give you the number." She said, as a courtesy, she would call that number, explain my story and would ask them if they wanted her to connect me. I waited a few minutes and then she was back on the line. "I have a party who will speak with you."

I asked the woman on the other end of the line if she knew anyone by the name of Hannah. She gasped, "Oh! We bought this house from a family who had a daughter named Hannah. But that was 30 years ago!" 

"Would you know where that family could be located now?" I asked.

"I remember that Hannah had to place her mother in a nursing home some years ago," the woman said. "Maybe if you got in touch with them they might be able to track down the daughter."

She gave me the name of the nursing home and I called the number. They told me the old lady had passed away some years ago but they did have a phone number for where they thought the daughter might be living. 

I thanked them and phoned. The woman who answered explained that Hannah herself was now living in a nursing home.

This whole thing was stupid, I thought to myself. Why was I making such a big deal over finding the owner of a wallet that had only three dollars and a letter that was almost 60 years old?

Nevertheless, I called the nursing home in which Hannah was supposed to be living and the man who answered the phone told me, "Yes, Hannah is staying with us."

Even though it was already 10 p.m., I asked if I could come by to see her. "Well," he said hesitatingly, "if you want to take a chance, she might be in the day room watching television."

I thanked him and drove over to the nursing home. The night nurse and a guard greeted me at the door. We went up to the third floor of the large building. In the day room, the nurse introduced me to Hannah.

She was a sweet, silver-haired old timer with a warm smile and a twinkle in her eye.

I told her about finding the wallet and showed her the letter. The second she saw the powder blue envelope with that little flower on the left, she took a deep breath and said, "Young man, this letter was the last contact I ever had with Michael."

She looked away for a moment deep in thought and then said Softly, "I loved him very much. But I was only 16 at the time and my mother felt I was too young. Oh, he was so handsome. He looked like Sean Connery, the actor."

"Yes," she continued. "Michael Goldstein was a wonderful person. If you should find him, tell him I think of him often. And," she hesitated for a moment, almost biting her lip, "tell him I still love him. You know," she said smiling as tears began to well up in her eyes, "I never did marry. I guess no one ever matched up to Michael..."

I thanked Hannah and said goodbye. I took the elevator to the first floor and as I stood by the door, the guard there asked, "Was the old lady able to help you?"

I told him she had given me a lead. "At least I have a last name. But I think I'll let it go for a while. I spent almost the whole day trying to find the owner of this wallet."

I had taken out the wallet, which was a simple brown leather case with red lacing on the side. When the guard saw it, he said, "Hey, wait a minute! That's Mr. Goldstein's wallet. I'd know it anywhere with that bright red
lacing. He's always losing that wallet. I must have found it in the halls at least three times."

"Who's Mr. Goldstein?" I asked as my hand began to shake.

"He's one of the old timers on the 8th floor. That's Mike Goldstein's wallet for sure. He must have lost it on one of his walks."

I thanked the guard and quickly ran back to the nurse's office. I told her what the guard had said. We went back to the elevator and got on. I prayed that Mr. Goldstein would be up.

On the eighth floor, the floor nurse said, "I think he's still in the day room. He likes to read at night. He's a darling old man."

We went to the only room that had any lights on and there was a man reading a book. The nurse went over to him and asked if he had lost his wallet. Mr. Goldstein looked up with surprise, put his hand in his back pocket and said, "Oh, it is missing!"

"This kind gentleman found a wallet and we wondered if it could be yours?"

I handed Mr. Goldstein the wallet and the second he saw it, he smiled with relief and said, "Yes, that's it! It must have dropped out of my pocket this afternoon. I want to give you a reward."

"No, thank you," I said. "But I have to tell you something. I read the letter in the hope of finding out who owned the wallet."

The smile on his face suddenly disappeared. "You read that letter?"

"Not only did I read it, I think I know where Hannah is."

He suddenly grew pale. "Hannah? You know where she is? How is she? Is she still as pretty as she was? Please, please tell me," he begged.

"She's fine...just as pretty as when you knew her." I said softly.

The old man smiled with anticipation and asked, "Could you tell me where she is? I want to call her tomorrow." He grabbed my hand and said, "You know something, mister, I was so in love with that girl that when that letter came, my life literally ended. I never married. I guess I've always loved her. "

"Mr. Goldstein," I said, "Come with me."

We took the elevator down to the third floor. The hallways were darkened and only one or two little night-lights lit our way to the day room where Hannah was sitting alone watching the television. The nurse walked over to her.

"Hannah," she said softly, pointing to Michael, who was waiting with me in the doorway. "Do you know this man?"

She adjusted her glasses, looked for a moment, but didn't say a word. Michael said softly, almost in a whisper, "Hannah, it's Michael. Do you remember me?"

She gasped, "Michael! I don't believe it! Michael! It's you! My Michael!" He walked slowly towards her and they embraced. The nurse and I left with tears streaming down our faces.

"See," I said. "See how the Good Lord works! If it's meant to be, it will be."

About three weeks later I got a call at my office from the nursing home. "Can you break away on Sunday to attend a wedding? Michael and Hannah are going to tie the knot!"

It was a beautiful wedding with all the people at the nursing home dressed up to join in the celebration. Hannah wore a light beige dress and looked beautiful. Michael wore a dark blue suit and stood tall. They made me their
best man.

The hospital gave them their own room and if you ever wanted to see a 76-year-old bride and a 79-year-old groom acting like two teenagers, you had to see this couple.

A perfect ending for a love affair that had lasted nearly 60 years.

~source: FB~

MAY 2012

I have skipped April, and I can hear the blog calling for updates. Kesian kan blog saya...

So what happened in May?

Aiman's birthday of course. He is now a healthy five years old boy. And he talks a lot. Sometimes loyaq buruk a bit, but still funny as he talks from his heart I guess.

My son and I at Five years old.

The picture shows me and aiman at five y.o. Ada sama ka? The girl with bedak sejuk  is my cousin, we grew up together sharing the same hometown. Selepong bedak! but she said that's the secret to stay young, hehe.

We were in KL during his Bday, as I have to attend a meeting at IKU. He insisted to get on the LRT, because the day before I went to the meeting by LRT. So we went to KLCC to the Aquaria, which for me is quite expensive compared to the exhibits available. But yeah, the maintenance must be high, an ocean in the middle of a city. Then we round-round KLCC before we went back, I was not feeling well actually.

Tersongeh kat Taman KLCC. Babah dah semput sebab lumba lari dengan Aiman.

The following week we went to PD. I had another meeting with KKM for two days. Aiman and adik enjoyed playing in the pool, petang baru babah boleh join. For five consecutive weeks I have jobs out of office, penat woo. Macam la orang penting sangat kennn... (ni skim gaji bila nak revise ni?!)

I am happy at last I can stay at my home sweet home on weekend, but then mama aiman is attending a conference in Langkawi pulak this weekend... a single father I shall be then, huhu...

The sacrifice ...

Di suatu pagi yang indah, dua jantan masih gagah berkokok...

Di sebelah malamnya bertukar menjadi lauk santapan exotic.

Ini lah namanya ajal maut di tangan Tuhan. Rezeki manusia... 

Burrrpp Alhamdulillah ;)

Turning Points in Life Cycle

power naik lagi, makin tua agaknya

Haha, tajuk dekat nak sama dengan subjek yang saya mengajar sem ni.

The family meeting we had on the weekend reminds me of one of the important 'turning points' in my life: getting married. 

Sebelum reti berfikir dulu, saya lebih selesa to go with the flow. Orang suruh belajar kita belajar. Suruh mengaji kita mengaji. Rasa nak buat apa buat. Bila sangkut then cari penyelesaian. I only cross the bridge when I come to it, cewah.

Tapi bila dah tua sikit (bukan tua la, dewasa sikit), keputusan yang kita nak kena buat makin memerlukan penelitian, perancangan. Tak buleh nak main cross-cross the bridge macam tu saja. Nak kena anticipate apa ada sebelah sana sungai, cause and effect kalau lintas, atau nak kena cari jembatan lain ke, kemudian mana nak hala selepas tu, dan banyak lagi. Hangpa paham ka apa yang saya tulis ni. Falsafah la sangat kenn.

Mesti ada peristiwa-peristiwa yang berlaku dalam kehidupan, yang merubah sedikit, kalau tak banyak, diri kita. Jom flashback sikit...

Kahwin

OK, yg ni memang merubah suasana kehidupan kita. Daripada sorang jadi berdua. Lepas saja angkat akad nikah, rasa macam ada batu menghempap kepala. Ya, kita dah terima satu tanggungjawab besar. Adeh, tak reti nak cerita. Yang pasti, depa pi tangkap video saya nangis masa peluk my mom, huhuuu...

Masa bujang nak buat apa ikut suka. Makan tak makan pun takpa. Tapi bila ada bini, ada tanggungan. Kita takmo makan pun, kena make sure dia makan. Kalau dua-dua tak reti masak, kena belajar lah. Dan saya percaya yang memasak di dapur rumah sendiri adalah antara resipi bahagianya rumah tangga (cewah mcm ayat dalam majalah pulak kekeke) 

Tempat tinggal pulak kena sediakan yang sesuai dan selamat, takkan nak sumbat bini kat rumah bujang pulak. Sapa yang dok dengan mak bapak, dia tak merasa lah 'nikmat' menyediakan tempat tinggal untuk keluarga sendiri, membentuk syurga kita sendiri. Ye lah, kan 'rumahku syurgaku'. Bila duduk sendiri baru tahu betapa susahnya nak maintain rumah, bil itu ini, atap bocor pulak, rumput panjang. Habuk di lantai sapa nak lap. Nak sediakan kerusi meja, dapur, jam dinding, jam lantai, TV. Segala mak nenek lah, sampai complete dan layak dipanggil tempat kediaman yang selesa. Ingat lagi mula2 kawin duduk rumah sewa saja. Masih terbayang saya pi beli TV sendiri, sorang2 sebab bini tak tukar tempat kerja lagi. Kemudian peti ais yang rendah drp saya, mesin basuh yg manual, dapur yang kodi. Bila isteri baru dapat tukar tempat kerja, dia pi beli katil. Sebelum tu saya beli tilam je, letak atas lantai. My reason was nanti nak pindah rumah sendri susah nak berangkut. Tapi takpa la, katil yang kukuh adalah suatu yang penting jugak ;p. 

Pakaian perlu disediakan dua persalinan lengkap setahun (saya tak ingat mana saya dapat info ini) dan mesti menutup aurat. Kempen ke arah kesempurnaan berpakaian masih lagi diteruskan oleh saya. Dan saya sangat terharu pada suatu hari baru-baru ini si dia berkata,"abang, belikan jubah!". 

Alhamdulillah...

Isteri mengandung dan dapat anak

Bagi saya, yang ini lagi banyak memberi perubahan. Saya tak tahu nak gambarkan macamana, tapi saya sudah mula risau akan masa depan budak kecik itu. Berbanding isteri, yang masuk bawah tanggungan kita masa dia dah umur 25 tahun, budak kecil ini akan dicorakkan oleh tangan kita sendiri dari awal. Saya rasa mula daripada situ lah saya sering mengambil ibrah dan pengajaran daripada kejadian sekeliling, dan bagaimana nak membesarkan anak2. Mendidik anak dan isteri untuk menuju ke syurga menjadi suatu matlamat selepas saya mendengar ceramah agama, di mana antara lain point ustaz tu ialah seorang suami/ayah tidak mungkin dapat masuk syurga dengan mudah, jika dia tidak dapat membawa keluarganya bersama. Aiyo, takut ooo dengar. Dan itu adalah kejayaan yang sebenarnya, yakni masuk syurga bersama ahli keluarga. Jadi bagi seorang suami/ayah, cuba lihat sekeliling kita. Ada chance tak kita nak masuk syurga dengan apa yang kita dok ada sekarang? Anak bini kita macamana adab dan pakaiannya, rumah kita macam mana hiasannya, harta kita ke mana mengalirnya. Adeh, banyak nya yang belum sempurna...

Semua pasangan yang nak dapat anak bila ditanya akan menginginkan anak yang soleh dan solehah. Sebelum nak dapat anak yang soleh, mak bapak perlulah meng-islah-kan diri dulu. Macam mana anak nak jadi soleh jika first role model nya toleh. Daripada situlah saya rasa saya dan mama aiman memulakan misi perubahan. Dan perubahan demi perubahan terus berlaku, alhamdulillah, kerana kita masih belum sempurna. It is not one man show, kena ppakat, dan peranan suami sangat penting untuk initiate perjuangan ini. Jadi, mulakan menuntut ilmu.

Perginya ayahanda ke Rahmatullah

This is huge. Struktur keluarga dah berubah. Saya semakin sedar dan yakin bahawa dunia ini tak ada apa-apa nilai dari segi material. Abah dibawa keluar dari rumah sehelai sepinggang, tinggalkan segalanya. Yakin dengan pesanan nabi bahawa antara yang sampai kepada orang yang dah meninggal dunia ialah doa anak-anak yang soleh, maka kita sebenarnya tiada pilihan selain berusaha menjadi salah seorang daripada mereka jika kita sayangkan ibubapa kita. OK, takmau tulis panjang bab ni, nanti saya nangis, sebab sedih dan sebab saya tahu saya bukan sesoleh mana pun, banyak kekurangan.

Note: ini hasil penulisan time tak ada mood. Not sure why, I have no mood to work this afternoon. Nasib baik tak moody.

Bekwoh: Masa untuk Bersilaturrahmi

“Ni first time kite balik kampung!” kata Aiman kat pakcik makcik & tok ki yang baru dia kenali. Dia sangat seronok balik kampung. Last week, mama aiman’s cousin on her father’s side, got married. It was in Kg Tapang, Kota Bharu, Kelantan. Our journey started right after maghrib prayer from Kuantan, and we arrived around 3 o’clock in the morning in Kota Bharu. 


We seldom got a chance to go back to Kelantan, probably because the grandparents are no longer there. However, the uncles and aunties are still around. The first time we went there was around 2005. Of course I remember the faces of my uncles and aunties-in-laws, but I will need to recall what should I call them. Their title was not structured like on my side; for example we have pak long for the eldest, then mak ngah, and it goes down to the last one who normally we call mak su / pak su. But on her side, they called by name, unstructured; for example ayah lah, ayah mat, cik, sometimes they even call their granddad as ‘ayah’. It was confusing. Never mind, they are all families. 


Aiman was so happy he does not want to go home. He made some new friends, and particularly close to this twin, who happened to be his second cousin. 

Aiman's new best friend; Habibi and Hariri.

Looking at him playing around reminds me of my childhood years when Opah and Wan still around. It was the similar rumah kampong in Parit Buntar where we normally went back to during ‘balik kampung’ time. Satu kampong punya ronda. Main senapang batang bemban, main gasing, etc. Time raya always full with fire crackers and bunga api. Tapi semua itu sekadar kenangan. As far as I am concern, not one of my immediate uncles or aunties stays in a real kampong environment, where the houses got no fences, with chickens and goats around, and there’s no worries to wonder around. 


It was good to know you have families all around the country. I was happy to be introduced and meet new relatives, in-laws. And I really make myself at home. Aiman even got a chance to have a shower with ayaq telaga, cold and refreshing. First time of cause for him, and we enjoyed the water together very much. Cuma tak ori sebab pakai pam letrik, bukak paip je, bukan cedok dengan timba dan tali, macam kat rumah mak anjang saya dulu2. However, it does not suit the city girl I guess… ;p 


Wedding is always a good place and space to meet long lost families and friends. Bagi keluarga yang jauh, inilah masa untuk mendekatkan dan menyambung semula silaturahim sesama keluarga. Seharusnya acara sebegini jangan dipandang remeh. Betapa pentingnya menjaga hubungan silaturrahim sesama kerabat:

فَهَلْ عَسَيْتُمْ إِن تَوَلَّيْتُمْ أَن تُفْسِدُوا فِي الْأَرْضِ وَتُقَطِّعُوا أَرْحَامَكُمْ ﴿٢٢﴾ أُولَـٰئِكَ الَّذِينَ لَعَنَهُمُ اللَّـهُ فَأَصَمَّهُمْ وَأَعْمَىٰ أَبْصَارَهُمْ (٢٣  

(Kalau kamu tidak mematuhi perintah) maka tidakkah kamu harus dibimbang dan dikhuatirkan - jika kamu dapat memegang kuasa - kamu akan melakukan kerosakan di muka bumi, dan memutuskan hubungan silaturrahim dengan kaum kerabat? (22) (Orang-orang yang melakukan perkara yang tersebut) merekalah yang dilaknat oleh Allah serta ditulikan pendengaran mereka, dan dibutakan penglihatannya (23) 

(Muhammad: 22-23)

Nabi Muhammad juga pernah bersabda yang bermaksud:


"Tidak masuk syurga orang yang memutuskan hubungan kekeluargaan (silaturrahim)"

(HR Muslim)

Seronok budak-budak ni tarik kambing. 3 tarik 1, tak bergerak pun kambing tu, hehe..

Puas dipujuk, menangis, “Nak balik kampong! Nak balik kampong!” I told him that we will come back again. And probably we should plan to visit Kg Tapang again...

Note: Benarlah, darjat, kuasa dan kekayaan boleh memutuskan silaturahim andainya iman tidak dijadikan panduan. Sepatutnya ia boleh menjadi penyebab semakin rapatnya hubungan. Jadi sesiapa yang rasanya tak percaya pada syurga dan neraka, pandang entenglah soal silaturahim. Tak payah pedulikan ibubapa dan adik beradik. Janganlah bercakap dengan saudara mara. Sombonglah dengan ipar duai. Buat tak heranlah dengan jiran. Allahu Allah. Minta dijauhkan sifat sebegini. 

Dear Mothers, Thank You

OK, sebelum jalan kita baca doa dulu...

Adik in the ward

Whooaa... berabuk bedebu semua ada, lama betul tak ber-update blog ni. 

Life was a bit challenging for us I must say for February 2012. After Chinese New Year, humaira was admitted to the hospital due to bronchialitis with pneumonia. First was to KMC. After a week, she was discharged. Four days later, she was admitted again, due to unresolved pneumonia, this time to KSH. Total time staying in the hospital was about 2 weeks. Plus taking care of a sick child at home. Alhamdulillah I have a very brave and patient wife. Every time I see how she struggled with adik, having sleep deprivation and all, I thank Allah for having her, where only a mother can fulfill that kind of duty. A father? err... balik awal laa. Don't think we have that kind of patience.

This further extended my understanding why we should obey our mothers three times before our fathers, as mentioned in a hadith: It was narrated by Abu Hurairah (R) that a man came to the Prophet (pbuh) and asked him, "Who amongst his near one had the greatest right over him?" The Prophet replied, "Your mother". The man then asked, "Who after that?" to which the Prophet replied again, "Your mother". Asked who is next, the Prophet again replied, "Your mother". When the man asked who after that, the Prophet said, "Your father".

And further this makes me love my mother a lot more. My mother has been with us for the whole duration, helping out with whatever possible; physical and material. Thank you Ma, again you have shown the true spirit of a mother.

Aiman used her opah's presence as a big excuse not to go to school. "Aiman school dengan opah aje kat rumah, opah kan teacher," he commented. 

And again, I thank these mothers for everything. And all mothers out there, only Allah can pay the rewards upon your good deeds towards your children, your family...

:: dah macam mothers day pulak =)

Andainya anda seorang pengeluar kopi...

Saya memang  penggemar kopi. Tak kira lah kopi kampung ke, nescafe ke, starbuck ke, gloria jeans ke, vittoria and the list goes on. Ni pun baru pekena one shot of nescafe kaw. Dan saya suka minum kopi dengan susu segar. Setiap kali saya pekena ice-blended coffee i.e. frappucino, saya akan kena brain freeze. Adusss...

Di pasaran, banyak produk kopi segera, 3-in-1. Fortified coffee pun banyak; dengan ginseng tongkat ali nya, susu kambing nya, delima nya, habbatussauda'. You name it, ada je campuran kopi 'diperkuat'. And the food claim they made of their products sometimes are questionable. So, pandai-pandailah pilih kopi yang betul berkualiti jika anda peminat kopi-kopi pracampur ni.

Bila dah ramai pengeluar kopi, banyak lah brand atau jenama kopi di pasaran. Kalau anda seorang pengusaha kopi, agak-agak apa nama jenama dan bagaimana rupa lambang kopi anda ...

Kalau saya, 'Kopi cap Anak Cikgu' sebab mak saya cikgu.

: : Aritu ternampak ubat batuk cap 'dua orang tua'. Mengekek mama aiman dok tergelak.

Please be considerate. Think of others too.

Otter  or memerang are among the creatures who enjoys plenty of water.

It has been raining for three days now, non-stop. No wonder some areas in Kuantan are flooding. 

Everywhere is wet. One of my colleagues said, it is just water. Yes, water dropping from the sky. But I am very sure, not many people want to get wet, unless they purposely playing in the rain (which is fun actually). 

This morning, when we arrived at Aiman's kindy, there was an El-Fart parking in the middle of the porch. Walhal, the porch is big enough to fit FOUR vehicles nicely at any one time, so FOUR family can drop their kids without getting wet. If you think your El-Fart is too big pun sampai you can not rapat tepi, move forward a little bit, so that people who come after you can still securely stop under the roof behind you.

OK, rain is just water anyway, but not many want to get wet. And parents surely don't want their babies and kids to walk under the rain. For us adults, we can park even under the rain, open the door, get out and run. But with babies and kids, plus their bags and what not, you just can't do that. It will take a bit more time, which by then you will already wet. Yes, you might say use your umbrella. Then I could say, why have a porch if you still want the umbrella? Further, in a heavy rain, an umbrella is quite useless. Use you brain lah sir.

After sending the kids, we went to another building as mama aiman wanted to take her 1Malaysia book voucher. Again, there was a car parking close to the entrance, leaving a space only a brave enough kancil can slip through. Only this time there was no porch.

It seems like the rain is making some people selfish, and a selfish person is a test to others. This is why Sabr or patience is one of the most important characteristics of a Muslim, Mu'min, Muttaqin.

يَا أَيُّهَا الَّذِينَ آمَنُوا اسْتَعِينُوا بِالصَّبْرِ وَالصَّلَاةِ ۚ إِنَّ اللَّـهَ مَعَ الصَّابِرِينَ 

O you who have believed, seek help through patience and prayer. 

Indeed, Allah is with the patient.

(Al-Baqarah: 153)

:: Another test that needs sabr is to wake up in a cold morning while it was raining outside. Sedap tarik selimut tuu...

Happy New Year 2012

Harapnya masih belum terlambat nak wish selamat tahun baru. Well, Happy New Year to all of you.

Seriously I don't have any idea to blog about. Nevermind, lets try to write 'pantun berkait'...

Tepi perigi tanam peria,

Tanam peria bersama lada,

Budak budak baru habis periksa,

Banyak jawapan nak kena tanda.

Tanam peria bersama lada,

Burung pegar memakan padi,

Banyak jawapan nak kena tanda,

Satu habuk pun tak mula lagi.

Burung pegar memakan padi,

Burung bangau terhendap-hendap,

Satu habuk pun tak mula lagi,

Agak-agak bila nak siap.

Burung bangau terhendap-hendap,

Burung belatuk di pohon geti,

Agak-agak bila nak siap,

Teringin jugak nak ambil cuti.

Burung belatuk di pohon geti,

Kena terebil dengan minachi,

Teringin jugak nak ambil cuti,

Itupun kalau takdak kerja lain menanti.

Kena terebil dengan minachi,

Nasib baik tak patah gigi,

Itupun kalau takdak kerja menanti,

Apa nak buat nasib HoD.

Nasib baik tak patah gigi,

Kalau tak susah nak makan kuih koci,

Apa nak buat nasib HoD,

Masalah orang jadi masalah sendiri.

Sekian terima kasih. Sehingga berjumpa lagi ;)