Body Mechanic!

Semasa aku menulis post ini, aku berada di Lobi Hotel Promenade di Kota Kinabalu. Dah masuk malam kedua di sini. Petang esok akan kembali semula ke Shah Alam. It's a nice place to visit actually. Sempat juga aku ke Pulau Manukan di Taman Tunku Abdul Rahman yang terdiri dari 3 buah pulau-pulau indah dengan kecantikannys sendiri iaitu Pulau Manukan, Pulau Sapi dan Pulau Mamutik. Laut yang tenang, air yang jernih serta kebersihan pulau ini yang membuatkan terasa kelainannya dari puau-pulau yang pernah aku pergi di Semenanjung.
Tujuan asal ke KK ialah untuk menemankan atau mengawankan lelaki manjaku berurut. Bukanlah di Semenanjung dah tak ada tukang urut tapi yang this particular person is special. Cara mengurutnya sangat ringkas. Tak guna minyak atau jampi serapah. Dia akan terus tengok mata kita. Melalui mata langsung dia tahu akan penyakit kita. Dia belajar dari Sinseh Cina. Tepat apa yang dikatakannya tentang penyakit atau masalah dalam tubuh kita.Dengan menggunakan baby lotion campur air, bersarung tangan getah, dia terus dituju ke point yang hendak dibaiki . Mulalah aku melihat wajah lelaki manjaku yang tadi tenang bertukar jadi senget-benget dan seskali sekala mengetap bibirnya menahan kesakitan. Kesian tapi setakat itu sajalah yang mampu aku buat...tengok! Hahahaha. Lepas diperbaiki point, langsung terasa kekurangan rasa kesakitan di bahu dan tulang belikat suamiku. Namun begitu , masih terasa sikit lagi kesakitannya, maklumlah dah 9 bulan sakit tu ditanggungnya. Semalam petang urutan pertama dan petang tadi sekali lagi. Aku rasa panggilan tukang urut tidak sesuai untuknya tapi tukang baiki frame body manusia adalah lebih cocok..."Body Mechanic!" Sekiranya aku dapati suamiku serasi dengan cara mekanik ni punya kerja, akan kusebarkan pada semua sahabat-sahabat di Shah Alam untuk mencubanya pula. Tapi, from what I saw, memang ada improvement dah!! Harapan cerah nampaknya. Mekanik ini tidak mengenakan apa-apa bayaran yang speifi. Cuma sendiri mau ingatlah sebab dia belajar untuk mendapatkan ilmu tu kena belanja beribu ringgit jugak habisnya. Pandai-pandailah kita memberinya. Yang penting kena ikhlas!! Semoga lelaki manjaku sihat sepenuhnya..Insyaallah.

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Suamiku IMY bergambar bersama arwah ayahnya di Ulu Bernam.
Ketika ini beliau baru berusia 28 tahun.

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Angin.Sotong and Kia Su

With my daughter when she was almost 2 years old.

Angin, Sotong and Kia Su are three nicknames for my students when I was teaching in Johor Bahru. That was almost twenty years ago, if not more. I can't really remember fully but I can still recall those names. Those boys grew right in front of my eyes because I followed them from day one of their life in primary school until the end of their year six.
Good thing about being primary school teachers is that you are always right. It's very common we heard complaints from parents about their children who will only listen to their teacher and not them even though what they taught is correct!! Funny isn't it. I had lots of experiences with the boys.
Now that they are grown ups. I am lucky because some of them made an effort to contact me until today. I met AR(initial) at KLCC some years ago. It's a beautiful feeling inside out when an ex-primary school student still recognise me!! From that day onwards we called each other. I even attended his wedding and now he has two children. AR is Angin's, Sotong's and Kia Su's classmates. In fact they are friends and rivals. Always trying to beat one another in getting higher marks in tests and examinations. I met Sotong at least twice. He's also married with two children(maybe three now). I lost contact with Kia Su and still wondering where he is now. His father is an Indian and mum a Chinese.
I was just thinking about Angin when suddenly AR sent me a message about him. I was just about to absorb the news when suddenly he called. What a surprise!! We talked and he was so happy that I still remember him. Angin is getting married end of this year. Well congratulation to him! He told me that he's trying to get as many of his friends of the same year to attend like AT, LJK, HI, FS, JT, Apek, MHK and the rest. Recently I met AT and his mum at HI's wedding. There's no words to describe imy feelings. I'm looking forward for 13th December 2009 ...to meet up with my boys. Those wonderful years with them will always stay in my mind. Forever.

My mother in law Puan Hajjah Indun , who is now 86. This photo was taken recently.
This poem is meant for her from me. I admire her inner strength because in her poverty she manage
to produce well educated children even though she was only a rubber tapper.


Where have all the flowers gone to?

Time past
I watched the days gone by
Seconds, minutes, hours....
Bundles of sadness and happiness
Yesterday was different
I was young
So beautiful and strong
These hands did everything
These legs carried me everywhere
Now... I am older and wiser
But...I'm weak and helpless
My children were five
But now there's only four
My son is gone forever
So was the father
Just like the wild flowers
Where have all the flowers gone to?
Who cares....
I do

Still Waiting........patiently,

It was the year 1990 and the month was July. That was when my husband and I performed our first Haj. Our daughter was only 6 years old and Azman was 3. It wasn't easy to leave our little kiddos behind for 53 days but we did and it's not easy. Thanks to my sister in law Shamsiah for taking care of our children. Without her, it will be difficult for us. She is such a lovely and caring person.
July is the draught season for Mekah and Madinah. I remember getting off a fully air conditioned bus which stopped for a break at an R &R. It was like someone just opened an oven door in you face!! MasyaAllah the heat, no words to describe it. But we survived. Mostly because we were young. In fact we were one out of three young couples in the Muasasah group! The rest were pensioners ages from 50 onwards and of different backgrounds. Some were rubber tappers, fishermen, farmers and so on. That time it only cost us RM5000 each and upon arrival at Jeddah, they gave us RM350. But look at the price now,,,double!!.Wow.....just imagine how many years the people with the mentioned background need to save to perform haj. Unbelievable!!
Despite of the heat, we still managed to fulfill all the obligations without any problems. We were happy and proud that we managed to help others whenever needed. In 1998, when the economy was down, my husband and I performed our 2nd Haj. This time only 2 weeks. Alhamdulillah we did it. We were thinking of going again for the 3rd time in 2007 to experience the cold weather in holy land but we had to wed our daughter. So we have to put it off and still waiting patiently for a chance to revisit. We miss Mekah and Madinah very much. May Allah invite us again. InsyaAllah.

Buat teman yg masih mengingati.....MPKT 1981/83

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Masihkah kau ingat

Pada waktu itu sekuntum bunga mekar
Kuselit ke rambutmu

Masihkah kau ingat
Ia menjadi mimpi dan menjadi rindu
Masihkah kau ingat

Masihkah kau ingat
kita berlari-lari di kaki langit mencari pelangi
lalu hujan turun kita basah bersama

Masihkah kau ingat
Masihkah kau ingat

Masihkah kau ingat
sekuntum bunga itu
Ditapak tangan ini
Ia menjadi layu
Lalu kugengam ia menjadi debu
Masihkah kau ingat
Masihkah kau ingat

Masihkah kau ingat
kita berlari-lari di kaki langit mencari pelangi
lalu hujan turun kita basah bersama

Masihkah kau ingat
Masihkah kau ingat

Masihkah kau ingat
sekuntum bunga itu
Ditapak tangan ini
Ia menjadi layu
Lalu kugengam ia menjadi debu
Masihkah kau ingat
Masihkah kau ingat

25 tahun yang lalu? Banyak yang kita lalui.....masihkah kau ingat wahai sahabat-sahabatku??

To the chosen one...Rasulallah saw

We've known you for years
Yet, we've never met
We were told about you,
We've always been calling you
We hope to be answered,
Your name is always on our lips
We hope it stays forever,
You're always in our heart
Yet we are still wondering,
Wondering of how deep is our love
Wondering if it's enough
Wondering if we're heard.....
All through our life
You've always been near us
You've always been teaching us
Through the Holy Quran and your Sunnahs
Wondering...have we really learnt
We'll keep on learning
We'll keep on searching
till the end of time
Ya Rasulallah......do hear us
Ya Rasulallah......do remember us
Ya Rasulallah......we love you....
May peace be upon you

My very special friend......Hana Ibrahim

Being blessed with wonderful, tolerable, caring and loving people around me is something that makes my life complete. Besides my husband Ibrahim and my son Azman, my daughter Hana is not only a daughter to me but she is my everything.
She is going to be 25 years old end of this year. Hana is married with a son...cute little one and A'mmar, my grandson is almost 4 months old. When my daughter got married to A'sim, I cried like nobody's business. I thought, I will lose her forever. My daughter and I have this chemistry that we are almost alike. She even look almost like me, behave like me and she always listen to me. To her, whatever mum says goes!!! We can sit and discuss over anything..may it be current issues, religion , cinema, books or even our private opinions. She will always ask me what's best for her. She even let me shop for her blouses and dresses. Not fussy at all. That is why she is very special. she always look high on me and she even tell all her friends that she wants to be like me. I'm touch.
Hana is still studying at Segi to pursue her degree in Psychology. I trust she will do her very best. When she's in class, my husband and I will take care of her little one. I pray to Allah that my daughter will have the best in life and hereafter. She's a very good daughter that any mothers would wish for.

25 years..

25 years ia a quarter of a century. 25 years is not a short period of time. Throughout the years so many things happen, may it be good, bad or ugly. If a bachelor reaches that prime age either a male or female, it is the best time to settle down.
As for me the number 25 brings back lots of memories. Last 25 years, my husband Ibrahim proposed me. We were in Terengganu at that time. He was working with UDA as the regional manager. I was only a telephone cum telex operator with Tractors Malaysia. Being in a place called Terengganu, there is no such thing as going out dating alone. No way at all. So we communicate through the telephone. Those days there's no handphone. So, me as the operator, will have all the previlage in answering and making calls for everybody especially mine. Hahahaha...lucky me. Sometime the manager got so angry with me but what can I do...love is in the air!!!! Now my husband and I are happily married and hope to stay happy ever after.
When we celebrated our 25th anniversary on 10th December 2008, my husband asked me what I wanted for that very special day. I did not ask for anything because he's been taking care of me, nursing me , loving me with all his heart...I can never ask for more. 25 most beautiful years of my life and hope to stay the same or even better until the end of our journey. Thank you Allah for this wonderful gift. Alhamdulillah.

Feeling much better..do something good

It's been a week I was pinned in bed, doing nothing . Just blinking away. That's what happen when we are ill. The mind and the body refuse to tag along together like they usually do. Mind says something else but the body disagree. So we feel restless and with the help of the cough syrup and flu medicine, we tend to sleep all the time.
But now, as for today onwards, even with the little coughs, I dragged myself out of the bed, into the shower and a friend drove me to attend our Religious Class. This is something that I just don't want to miss if possible because the Ustaz who teaches us is full of humour, good voice and the way he present his lesson is easily followed by all. His Arabic is very fluent and sometimes he even sing! I was a teacher before and to me his way of teaching is good and effective. We, the students don't feel the stress at all even though sometimes what he said might struck you in your heart...well we are human. We did something wrong and he happened to be there to remind us. Mind you there were about 300 people of different ages at one sitting.
My friends and I attended 3 different classes from 3 different Ustaz. It helps us to remind ourselves of the dos and donts. No doubt we already knew but sometimes one tend to forget. Every Monday , Tuesday and Wednesday morning at 10.45 and lasted for an hour only. It's fun and what more if you attend with your friends. Never say that we are too old to learn. There is no limit in age when education is concern. May it be used for now or hereafter. .I hope to be a better student in future. At least for today I did something good for myself.