My son and I

I've only one son. His name is Ahmad Azman. He's already 22. Tall, lean and handsome. He's the jewel of my heart. He knows what my lkes and dislikes are. He knows how to cool me down whenever I'm angry. He got ways with words that makes you feel nice. A sportsman. He dives (with me), wall climber(he's a trainer) footballer, paintballer(from team BANZAAI) and badminton. He's vey bubbly and very friendly.
Today, he flew back to Melbourne for his fourth semester in Monash Uni. I already miss him the minute e checked in. And I'm still missing him. He was home since November for summer break. It's nice to have him around Azman has lots of friends of different kinds. Some are for clubbing, some for kopitiam, another for sports and so on. So, he will only be home late at night and spend his day time with family. Sometimes he forgot and went overboard which I don't like. So I just tell him and he'll listen. Well being young, sometime he thought that his parents is controlling him but after hearing what I said right from my heart, it made him think and reacted positively. That is what I love most about him.
Last week, we had to take him away from his friends just to spend time alone with us. My husband and I took him to Bandung. Well, it was a good outing. We shopped and dined together. We even went to the karaoke and sing like three crazy people. Wow! He can sing!! We enjoyed our time together alone with him. We really do.
Sometimes, we just ask or expect too much from our children. well we were once young before and their kind of world is different from ours. They hve their own wants and needs. We have to understand their world. So, most of the time I give way to my son but I never leave him on his own. Lead him to make the best out of everything in him. I hope that he'll grow into a responsible , super caring and a respectful man. My prayers will always surround him. May his life be successful and fill with love . May he be a true Muslim. Insyaallah.

Down with flu....I hate coughing!!

I am not feeling well since last four days. I was down with fever and flu. The thing that I hate most is my coughing. When I cough, my whole body will shake and that will effect my backbones. Well I had this problem with my spinal cord. When I was studying at Maktab Perguruan Kuala Terengganu, Batu Rakit (graduated last 25 years......how time flies!!!!) my friends and I went outing to Sekayu in Ulu Terengganu. Sekayu is known for its beautiful waterfall. Beautiful indeed!!The higher you go, the better view you see.
Being young and naive one will not think before leaping. We were busy taking photographs with different backgrounds and posts. I tried to give the best post for my photo by standing on a rock which I thought was the best spot. Unfortunate me, the current was so strong and the rock was slippery and I was off balanced. I slipped and fell 60 feet down!! I can't imagine how I felt because every time when I close my eyes and thinking about it makes my hair stands and my heart pounding. Lucky me, I got stucked between two rocks. It was like a sandwich with me in between the rocks!!!When I was falling, I could hear my friends screaming and shouting for me and I knew how helpless they were at that point of time. As for me, I thought that would be the end of me. I thought that I would die. So , only Allah that I could remember of. Nothing else. At that time it was between me and Him. He heard me and here I am. Alhamdulillah.
I shouldn't be complaining about my flu because I already went through the worst !! I hope I will get back on my feet as soon as possible because I miss my exercise classes, my Religious classes and my friends. As for my family, they've been very supportive. Always around me and assisting me. To my husband Ibrahim especially, thank you very much for sending me twice to the clinic and nursing me. He's a good man. Thank you Allah..

When I was young.....long ago

I can still recall the smell of my mum....that wonderful sweet smell of hers. She was the best cook I can ever think of. A very fast thinker and always have a way out to any problems. She was such a smart lady. She was so beautiful even though she bore eleven children ..mind you!!

She was a full time housewife and because there were too many of us ( I mean my siblings and I), my mother had to make kuih like currypuffs, kuih kasturi, pau goreng, kuih kasui and even cook nasi lemak, fried rice and noodles. You just named it, we've got it all. When and how did she prepare such many items? Well, my sibblings and I will help her prepared everything. Each and everyone of us will have to do our duty. My mum will mix the flour and turned it into a dough. One will roll the dough into certain thickness, another will punch in the shape from a coffee pot cover (which is round)...hahaha that was fun , another will put in the sweet potato which was cook with curry mixture and another will start shaping the curypuffs..this process will take the whole evening. Same goes with the other kuihs. We sold the cakes at the nearby coffee shop and some we (my siblings and I) will have to take a basket each and sell to our friends in school. We had to do it even though it was against the rules in order to survive. School fees need to be paid, we needed money to buy text books and everything. It was a hard labour but that is life for us. The more we managed to sell, the more bonus we were paid. I was a tomboy when I was in my primary. Guess what I did? I will foce my friends to buy my ckes and nasi lemak....hahahha! Well it worked! They bought and ate. Should I heard any complaints, I will scold them.....hahahha. I enjoyed every second of it and missing it till now. How I wish we can turn back the time. Those were my salad days.
Everytime when I think about my past, I know that I miss my mum very much. She passed away a few years ago. I hope I have been a good daughter to her. To me, my mum is not only a mother but she was my everything that I can think of. I hope Allah grant her with all the goodness where ever she is now. Al Fatihah.....