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ER

Salam all, Menyusuri ER Hospital Seberang Jaya cukup satu minggu usai pemergian bapa benar2 menyentuh hati kecilku. Ada hikmahnya aku tiada di sini di saat bapa sedang bergelut dengan sakratul mautnya pada 20hb Mei yang lalu kerana jika tidak pasti setiap kejadian akan mengimbau kembali dalam ingatanku. Pun begitu aku masih tetap dapat membayangkan keadaan itu. Pemergian bapak kami redhai. Pun begitu rindu kami tidak terbendung. Setiap detik bersama masib dapat dimainkan kembali seperti 'reel' filem yang diputar kembali. Baru kini aku tahu akan makna 'tabah' dan 'sabar' menghadapi dugaan kematian ini. Perit rupanya bila orang tersayang meninggalkan kita. Jika ini yang dirasa anak2, bagaimana pula ibuku, isteri yang telah 55 tahun hidup bersama mengharungi suka duka bersama. Berkongsi kegembiraan dan kesedihan. Teman bual bicara di kala kesunyian. Aku berdoa kepadaMu ya Allah agar kau tabahkan hati emak yang lewat 3 tahun ini menjaga Bapak seperti anak kec

Updating via mobile

Salam all, This is just a trial session. Trying out this new (to me) feature that is to update through mobile. I used the go@blogger.com. I registeted through the blogger and send my updates by emailing it to the go@blogger.com. Photos can easily be included as attachment. The only drawback is that I do not know how to adjust the photos placement and unable to use variety of typeface style. Include is a photo of two best friends known as the red and black. Adios.

Segunung al-Fatihah untuk Bapak

Salam all, Mood: Melancholy, Grieving, Mourning Bapak, I am going to miss you so much. 23/12/1933 - 20/5/2012 Sunday, as early as 4.36am (as recorded on my handphone), I receive a call from Mak. "Ina, Bapak sakit sangat ni. Nak bawak ke hospital ke?", was Mak's question. I jumped into a sitting position from my drowsiness. I immediately agreed to Mak's suggestion. At the background I can clearly listened to Bapak's voice, "Pi pi lah (pergi je lah)" not knowingly that it was the last time the voice will ever reaches my ear drums. How I wish I could record the voice and keep it save in my heart to be played over and over when I miss him. It was not the first time Bapak was admitted to the hospital and the last one was in March 2012 in Trengganu. I was telling myself that I would have enough time to visit Bapak when I go back to kampung this weekend for school holiday. At 7.32am before leaving for the fish market to get some stocks for

Selamat Hari Guru

Salam all, The clock showed 13.45. I have few more minutes before office hours resume. Anyway, I worked earlier during lunch break, so why not take a short break now. And I have something to share. I am not sure what got into me this 16th May morning. I felt very sleepy. From the moment the alarm clocks rang, to the moment I got up for solat and prepare meals for the kids, to the moment I washed myself to get ready for office, to moment I got into the car and drive to office. I felt really, superbly SLEEPY. MashaAllah ... approaching the Baiduri apartments, the traffic slowed down, slower than usual. Perhaps due to the convocation that is currently going on. At times, it was a total stop. In between the stops, I closed my eyes in brief. After few closing and opening the eyes, I was startled to see the car in front of me had moved quite far to the front. The distance was about 1 NazaRia away (Nazaria is an MPV. OK tak perumpaan ni??). Subhanallah ... I did not merely closed the

Quotable quotes

Salam and a very late night greetings, The clock showed 30 minutes past midnight. Just came back from kampung for our routine visit to our parents calls for a lot of tasks to be settled before school and office tomorrow. What inspired me to update a post tonight is this quote I listened during our more or less 4 hours journey. "Suka berangan adalah perbuatan syaitan, manakala merancang adalah perbuatan orang yang beriman" (Daydreaming is what they devils do, while planning is the job of mukminin) May Allah swt protect us from the syaitan whom are cursed by Allah swt. Thinking over the quotes again gives us an intepretation, when we daydream, we are actually wasting our time. Not doing anything and hoping for miracles to happen. Whereas in Islam we were asked to plan on how we could improved ourself. things will not just come by, hardwork always pays. Only Allah knows when the reaping time is. wallahualam.

Service Time

Salam all, 'When did we last service our car?', a husband was asking his wife. 'I think it was three months ago. It's due for another service.' replied the wife. If we take good care of a car, take it for service regularly, insyaAllah the car will be in a good condition. Next came a question, ' When will my master send me for service? I am longing to be refreshed after stucked in the office all day long, 9-5 days a week.' Hmmm..... I guess that must be what my body was asking. All the nerves and vein are longing for a massage - to be serviced. And finally, today, after 10 years, I send my body for service. To be overhauled actually. There was a lady came from Medan. She initially came as a favor to a friend (my colleague). And this generous friend later brought the lady over to the office to give her service to fellow lady lecturers. It was a marvelous room service. But mind me, I had to open all windows, sprayed air freshner to remove the ordour of th

Land below the wind

Date: 4 May 2012 Location: Above the sky Wheather: very cloudy On my way to Sandakan with Mr Hubby. To tend to some family matter. Missing my children already: Atikah, Marsya and Hakim. I should be blessed with this golden opportunity for a 'honeymoon' however I am already longing for their presence even before arriving the destination. Missing their shouts calling for ibu. Missing having to call their names for so mamy diffferent reasons. I missed all of you dearly.

Nesan Abah

Salam all, It was one year ago on this day when Abah endured the last breath. Everything came flowing in my mind exactly how it happened. That Friday evening, 29th April, my children, Nisa, my niece and me when back to 'kampung' on train for Faris, my nephew's wedding ceremony. My husband could not come along as he had to go to the company's team building in Port Dickson. To my kids it was a wonderful experience to sleep on the train. Arriving Butterworth train station that morning, my brother was there to fetch us. Unknowingly, i felt as though I sprained my toe as I found difficulty in walking. But I am in high spirit to attend the wedding. However, during the ceremony the pain worsened. After the ceremony, I went to see a doctor whom suggested that it could be a GOUT. What!!!! I could not believe it. I was only given the pain killer as the only way to verify whether it is a gout is through a blood test. And as I was not a resident there, doctor advised me to do