Yesterday

OKURIBITO/DEPARTURES


I watched this on DVD last night. I was swept by its sensitivity towards culture, love, death and dying. At times I just kept myself in total silence because the scenes were undeniably beautiful and touching. Yes, I'll share these moments with my students soon...

Father's Day

As I was wishing my husband, "Happy Father's Day", my mind flew off to Simpang Pulai. What was my father doing at that moment? He is old and fragile but the spirit and courage are still there. I was at the kitchen table one day when I saw my Abah who was on wheel chair pushing my ailing mum(who was on a different wheel chair) to the bathroom to take wudhu'. My, my, my...what a sight. And with his limited strength and capabilities he also helped my mum to prepare for solat, wheel to wheel....
Yes, in terms of SOLAT and other religious matters, Abah has no tolerance. He was the first to teach me how to read the Quran, solat 5 times a day, take baths before 6 and go to bed at nine. He also woke me up before subuh when I was young and asked me to read books after Subh before I went to school. He taught me to be responsible for my younger sisters and that I should never leave them behind whenever we walked together. As I became older, he told me to be a good role model to my siblings, in terms of education and domestic work . In short, I must always show an excellent example to my younger sisters at school and in the house. FULLSTOP! It's quite tough but I have no regret!

To ABAH, TQ for being a father that many children don't have...TQ for being the one and only ABAH for the 5 daughters of yours,
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!!!

These days...

I don't know whether I'm lucky or not but for the 3rd time in a row the ISO people 'missed' me. My files and documents are not well organized. My cubicle is messy (just like me..). my table, my computer, my work are not in proper order. My life...all upside down. But, God must have loved me too much to put all this ciaos into deeper misery. I was thinking and thinking...all my wrongdoings, bad habits and sins...it's regrettable. All these while I was blaming other people for the misfortunates and misdeeds, I forgot to reflect things that had happenned to myself. I was actually part of the problems and I didn't realize it until today.

Right now, I just don't know what to say except I pray to God to keep on guiding me till the end of my life.


Oldest mosque in Bandung




p/s Maybe there is a reason why God is sending me to Mecca for the second time.
Repentance.

One Day in Penang

Last weekend my family and I went to Penang (without Amirah, my second daughter). We went to visit some relatives (my husband's side)andmy sister-in-laws who were not in the pink of health. Looking and talking to them made me think about my own parents especially my mum who were trying very hard composing the remaining of her trailing days. The courage that she has is incomparable. I knew I could never be that strong.



A very simple but very appetizing lunch under the shades of palms trees in Juru.



Like I saw Pak Ndak(arwah) sitting at the small hut.



Happy moment for Masyitah at the Feringghi Beach



p/s I was hoping to get at least a 'glimpse of the orient' in Penang...

Everyday

6th day

As I was leaving my mother...


Ipoh,
6th June 2009

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