tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54832310886545764002024-03-19T07:47:02.354+00:00risalah gharamiyahtanggalkan pakaian duka cita dan putus asa.
lantas, pakailah pakaian jihad dengan aktif tanpa malas.
perhalusi kematian sebagai suatu seni sehingga anda tahu bagaimana menghirupnya apabila tiada jalan lain, tanpa ketakutan. -Yusuf Qardhawikidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11620683381994373469noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483231088654576400.post-43977144304501908392017-07-28T16:36:00.001+01:002017-07-28T16:42:11.255+01:00Snippets of My Journey to MotherhoodAssalamualaikum wbt.
I'd like to write my journey to mommyhood, before all the memory fades. Though it's started to, and the overwhelming emotions are far from what had REALLY happened (of course!), at least it's written down. I wish I'd written the feelings even when I was having contractions (if only I could) so that the real feelings and pains are portrayed.
Motherhood # (-4)Nesting
I kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11620683381994373469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483231088654576400.post-7275110832047815162017-07-11T23:52:00.004+01:002017-07-11T23:52:25.305+01:00Sleep programAssalamualaikum wbt.
It's been a week since a post, so I think I'm gonna try to keep up with updating this blog once a week. Though at first, I was thinking of writing at least one post per day but- that's just too ambitious of me!
The topic I want to write today is about putting a baby to sleep.
Since I was pregnant, my passion had shifted to anything related to childhood education. Now that kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11620683381994373469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483231088654576400.post-80189371989361369072017-06-28T23:24:00.000+01:002017-06-28T23:26:34.821+01:00Syawal 2Assalamualaikum wbt.
Today we went to visit one of Malaysian kakaks here. I have never known her personally, but the good tradition of us, Malaysians, is that Syawal is the month whereby we visit each other (AND the month of food =,=) has really given me the opportunity to get to know her
If you're wondering why I started writing again after months, it's because of this kakak has inspired me tokidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11620683381994373469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483231088654576400.post-44221131641538086182017-06-28T22:50:00.002+01:002017-06-28T23:24:25.972+01:00Syawal 1Assalamualaikum wbt.
Eid Mubarak!
So today's the 4th Syawal. Muslims here, in the UK don't celebrate eid for a month like we do, as Malaysians. Living in the UK, doesn't make us any less Malaysians, so on the 2nd Syawal when we were in a hospital, we greeted a sister; she wore a hijab, from the look of her, we wished, 'Eid Mubarak!'.
HAHA.
She looked puzzled.
Then it was our turn to see a kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11620683381994373469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483231088654576400.post-38665112006675737972017-03-27T11:15:00.000+01:002017-03-27T11:15:41.811+01:00Ties IIAssalamualaikum wbt.
" u yg vvygjhh gugh gj fv "
typed by my baby.
Blogging hasn't become any easier with this lil one chewing on the laptop wire, craving for attention, with a parent unable to distract him.
6 weeks since.
His tremors and speech improved, alhamdulillah. though they still couldn't come out with kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11620683381994373469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483231088654576400.post-59035948880130345402017-03-10T07:40:00.002+00:002017-03-10T07:40:44.330+00:00Ties IIt really breaks your heart seeing your loved one unable to text, write, feed himself and even struggle to speak.
Been three weeks since being admitted, months since the symptoms came back.
Teach me and guide me to be optimistic oh Allah.
kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11620683381994373469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483231088654576400.post-31123135029015302102016-07-28T02:27:00.001+01:002016-07-28T02:27:18.925+01:00The All-Knowing IVAssalamualaikum wbt.
It's been a while, and hadn't got a chance to update. Since husband's asleep, and since i received a news about a friend's dad had a stroke and she needs urgent help financially, i thought i'd help by writing this. Click here,
Where did i last left off? I'd better write before i lost everything on those depressing moments. Thought i still and will always remember em, but kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11620683381994373469noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483231088654576400.post-83715441494297950232016-07-09T09:35:00.002+01:002016-07-12T06:05:25.605+01:00The All-Knowing IIITuesday 30 Ramadhan- 1 syawal
From the MRI, the doctors could tell that theres an inflammation at the midbrain. But they couldnt rely on just the brain slices taken through the MRI. They had to reconfirm, that it IS inflammation, then only they could start on the treatment; which explained why they seemed to just let the symptoms be. They didnt know the cause, hence they needed to do lumbar kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11620683381994373469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483231088654576400.post-59439831662122323422016-07-05T05:37:00.001+01:002016-07-05T05:46:29.096+01:00The All-Knowing IISaturday 27-28 ramadhan
It's 10 am in the morning, the time for my halaqah. Everyone in the halaqah was assigned tasks to share in the circle. One of them shared about taqwa, of which, is the output that we all muslims should aim for by the end of ramadhan. She also said that the input should be iman, so we should reflect ourselves whether or not we've entered ramadhan with good iman? And then kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11620683381994373469noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483231088654576400.post-38075987420648471142016-07-02T19:57:00.001+01:002016-07-02T20:35:37.246+01:00The All-KnowingWednesday 24-25 ramadhan
Our car broke down. We're just about to go to the prayer hall n iktikaf there. Great, allah has better plans for sure. Wesupposed to help delivering iftar meals there, but we couldn't. Instead, allah showed me, my husband isn't well. Yes, isn't.
Thursday 25-26 ramadhan
Mr husband tried to claim a breakdown cover that we thought we bought. But hmm, we actually didn't.kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11620683381994373469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483231088654576400.post-86737635558907091972016-04-13T20:00:00.000+01:002016-04-13T20:00:13.698+01:00Just usBaby, now it's just us.
I promise
to take good care of myself
And carry you inside me for the remaining months.
Daddy isnt here,
It's just us.
It's okay,
we'll meet him later.
He said he's just a call away,
But it's more complicated than that.
He's got work to do,
And mommy will do just fine,
as long as i have you.
So keep breathing my tiny tot,
It's just us
And mommy needs kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11620683381994373469noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483231088654576400.post-88664821274673644432016-02-14T15:41:00.000+00:002016-02-14T15:41:00.154+00:00Thanks dearAssalamualaikum wbt.
Hmm lama haaa tak tulis. Since encik suami's asleep, i'll take the opportunity to write a thing or two. 😊
He must be damn tired. Hihihi. Thanks dear.
Today we(me and usrahmates) had a financial program to organize, and he'd been a very supportive hubs since the first planning. Stayed up late, letting me do those things i had to do for the program (gaya cam banyak je kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11620683381994373469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483231088654576400.post-33189351310511066822015-12-27T13:20:00.001+00:002015-12-27T13:20:54.953+00:00I loved her firstAssalamualaikum wbt.
Look at the two of you dancing that way
Lost in the moment and each other's face
So much in love you're alone in this place
Like there's nobody else in the world
I was enough for her not long ago
I was her number one
She told me so
And she still means the world to me
Just so you know
So be careful when you hold my girl
Time changes everything
Life must go on
And I'm not kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11620683381994373469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483231088654576400.post-74813776891086194002015-12-12T05:31:00.001+00:002015-12-12T05:31:52.185+00:00"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the
strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them
better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena,
whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly;
who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort
without error and shortcoming; but who does kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11620683381994373469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483231088654576400.post-22650619968301255852015-12-02T16:27:00.000+00:002015-12-02T13:01:07.994+00:00Butterfly fly away
You tuck me in,
Turn out the light
kept me safe and sound at night
little girls depend on things like that
Brushed my teeth and combed my hair
had to drive me everywhere
you were always there when I looked back
You had to do it all alone
Make a living, make a home
Must have been as hard as it could be
And when I couldn't sleep at night
Scared things wouldn't turn out right
kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11620683381994373469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483231088654576400.post-57045986521801920402015-11-28T16:51:00.002+00:002015-11-28T17:02:29.190+00:00How to be brave?a neighbour; a simgle mom of 7, passed away this morning. I received the news when i was on my way back home, and it was noon.
I rushed back home and went to surau straight away, alone, leaving other family members behind. Well at least i can represent my family. People gathered, and were waiting to perform solat janazah. I saw her sons and daughters broke into tears like so bad. They kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11620683381994373469noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483231088654576400.post-33775799121639288352015-11-25T03:27:00.000+00:002015-11-26T04:41:24.256+00:00note to selfwhen things are getting more real......., you..
FREAK OUT!
hehs. chill chill.
the clock keeps ticking
wishes keep coming.
the good news is spreading
one said,
'my lil sis is not so lil anymore..'
i said,
'i wish i can stay being your lil sis; that same crying baby that i used to be'
i mean it.
another said,
'i cant stop smiling since last evening, when the news first came about the union. kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11620683381994373469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483231088654576400.post-68437037122628452952015-10-17T17:07:00.001+01:002015-10-17T17:13:37.657+01:00what a dayAssalamualaikum wbt.
i was once told, 'tulis tapi takde orang baca, rugilah ummah..'
kalau bermanfaat, yes rugilah ummah.
kalau banyak mengarut, hmm terselamatlah ummah.
been thinking thoroughly throughout the day about the statement. so here it is, im gonna share about today.
this morning, i woke up to a sad news that my aunt has passed away. and the first thing came out from my mouth was, 'kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11620683381994373469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483231088654576400.post-33160828362831099412015-10-08T17:48:00.000+01:002015-10-27T01:45:58.797+00:00seize the daybeen an insomniac for days.
**************
yesterday, was the day of which i couldn't t stop whatsapp-ing with my bff. i just need that assurance.
"am i that bad in explaining things?"
"why?"
"penatlah nak mengajar.."
"why so sudden."
"idk what to do"
"sikit je lagi.."
.
.
"kenapa actually ni,did the students give you a hard time?"
"no they didnt. rasa mcm masuk kelas tak explain pape pun"
"sokidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11620683381994373469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483231088654576400.post-18582882558463829382015-09-24T16:22:00.003+01:002015-09-25T12:36:24.705+01:00temptationsAssalamualaikum wbt.
Ive always wanted to write something factual, or something yang ada 'isi'. But each time, therell always be something that holds me back. Am struggling with structuring contents, both written and verbal. is that an excuse? haha :P
Muqaddimah panjang sungguh. My point is, this wont be something factual. Warning. Im sure there are lots of writings regarding sacrifications kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11620683381994373469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483231088654576400.post-92049959503245515072015-09-17T23:10:00.000+01:002015-09-18T04:06:58.476+01:00ReminiscenceAs i was getting rid of unwanted stuffs in the study room, lagu sekolah was playing in my head.
All those stuffs remind me of the things i missed while i was away, and somehow wish if i were to turn back the clock id rather decline any boarding school offer.
Wish i could stay home, remain in the same school- the school that im currently teaching, and spend most of my time at home, with dearest kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11620683381994373469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483231088654576400.post-29496459897865374432015-09-11T19:40:00.000+01:002015-09-11T19:40:00.124+01:00phase“ Ketahuilah, bahwa sesungguhnya kehidupan dunia ini hanyalah permainan dan suatu yang melalaikan, perhiasan dan bermegah- megah antara kamu serta berbangga-banggaan tentang banyaknya harta dan anak, seperti hujan yang tanam-tanamannya mengagumkan para petani; kemudian tanaman itu menjadi kering dan kamu lihat warnanya kuning kemudian menjadi hancur. Dan di akhirat (nanti) ada azab yang keras dankidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11620683381994373469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483231088654576400.post-24505524164030923082015-08-23T00:59:00.000+01:002015-09-04T16:50:29.189+01:00Selamat bertaaruf.........Malaysia.
:P
So. Here are the things about Malaysia and how we can make a difference. okay, senanye lama dah perasan all these things, but ive never been bothered to list em haha. i may update the list lah nanti.
1. Always bring small change.
Chances are.... the cashier isnt in a good mood, and she/he asks you if you have small change instead of the big notes you have (u just withdrew yourkidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11620683381994373469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483231088654576400.post-66922790857972907622015-08-13T10:50:00.001+01:002015-08-13T10:54:33.774+01:00contagiousAssalamualaikum wbt.
I went to a clinic this morning and while waiting for my name to be called...
theres this chinese aunty started a conversation with me. She spoke malay very fluently but the fact that I didnt know how to address her, I replied her in english.
cos I just think the awkwardness somehow flushed away when i use english. It doesnt work all the time, but most of the time. haha.
kidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11620683381994373469noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5483231088654576400.post-68869554760405075392015-08-11T02:14:00.002+01:002015-08-11T02:14:41.106+01:00TikusAssalamualaikum wbt.
Mood nak mengarut pepagi nih. Ibrah tikus.
1. Tikus membaiki labu
Hmm sejak jadi housedaughter ni, income pun takde, duit pun macam air, terpaksa lah jadik tikus. So kalau ada rosakrosak tu, terpaksa lah jadik tikus kat rumah ni. haha. lagipun jimat duit sikit.. inilah kebaikan GST- menjadikan seseorang tu lebih kreatif untuk survive. heh. takdelah kreatif sangat punkidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11620683381994373469noreply@blogger.com0