Hidayah

Lately, I bumped into few people which make me have deeper thoughts and amazed on Allah's greatest gifts to them...and most of all thankful to Allah as we are parts of the chosen one...

Born to be Muslims are really privilege as we don't have to struggle hard to find the Creator and our right legs already step in the heaven door...except for our left legs which could drift and drag us away from the key to heaven...

A very inspiring story from a non Muslim friend really touched my heart...Chrstine is a 60 plus mother of three sons, cheerful and full of life experiences to share...she shares quite a number of stories but what really touched was about his youngest son...she always praises the son who without fails will bring along his Fillipino wife and kids to dine at her house every day and will call her from his work place during day time...

I bet all mothers would be in cloud nine to have kid(s) like this...I asked her on the 'secret recipe'...She told me that she instilled the good values since he was small and always prayed hard that her son would turn to good fortune as she does not have any daughter...

I really admire the mother and son relationship...and she has a confession...her son is Muslim. SubhanAllah...the son studied in UK to complete his degree, upon his returned home, he was employed by a bumi company. He was the only non Muslim and he picked up Islam from there. Finally, he converted and had a Muslim girlfriend but not long after, he was involved in a fatal accident...but he survived with serious head injury and the behaviour turned 360 degrees...

His girlfriend left him due to the circumstances but he still get the full support from the mother until he fully recovered...The mother's love has no boundary even the son had converted, she took good care of him and served all his needs. The most important part was she never objected on the her son's choice of his religion...

She praises her son of being a good Muslim as he performs his duties such as performing the prayers and so forth...

Personally, I feel that her son is really special who has been blessed and showered with Allah greatest gift, 'hidayah' to mankind...to be in the correct path now and forever...

To my Daughter

Arggggghhhhhh....4 months plus into discovering a new roller coaster life of a teenager...I am still wobbling and wobbling like 'jelly in my plate'...

The 'ugly truth' of tsunami I've heard from friends earlier really hit me...now she is a 'big girl' with 'big head'...Mommy is no longer a priority in her life....

Sob, sob...it started off with happily wiggling while engrossing the chatting columns of fb, ignoring the surroundings...all in her own world...towards the extent deleting 'own mommy' from fb list...

Worse part yet to crash...the choice of vulgar and obscene words with friends really make mommy's heart sank...

Then come Justin Bieber concert...another sullen face...

Now, from timid and quiet girl has asked mommy for the 'slumber party' night...yet another stormy battle...

Well, mommy has done a lot of thinkings lately and understands the needs of having your space. Anyway, everything comes with a price...

Since I had allowed you to open a fb account (although not eligible), it is not fair to chunk it off. So, it has to be really transparent like mommy can access yr fb anytime and I have to be your fb friend. No compromise.

It is also a mistake to let you have ipod freely, so from now onwards, ipod must be in mommy's custody and you are only allowed to have it during long school break.

Vulgar and obscene words or gestures...you must really be extra careful not to get yourself in trouble. Next time, please clarify and let mommy screen first.

Concert...it is not our custom to attend one. Please remember although mommy knows how dissapointed you are...

Slumber party and so on is a big NO, NO...period...

Hahaha...now mommy feel better. Though at times I really feel guilty especially few days during the withdrawal period (when you reluctantly surrendered the ipod).

The Deadline

At this point of time, it is rather very significant to see my neighbours busy cleaning and refurbish their houses and compounds. The smell of all sorts of paints, more like evaporate kalium permanganate to my sensitive nose, fills the air...

The high spirit and sense of getting 'extra cleaning' will die when the Chinese New Year emerges...

Well, after fetching my two girls from evening session school today, I had to face a long queue to reach to the nearby bookstore which was only 10 minutes drive relatively ( I used the word 'relatively' as I picked up the term from my Form 1 girl's geography lesson)...'Everybody works hard for the oncoming festival' I just mimicked the sentence which was like a replay in my memory...

'What do you mean?' the kids asked me.

"Ya, you see...the policemen conduct the roadblock at this hour as they have to collect money as CNY is approaching. Everybody has to meet the dateline..."

Well, it was really deadline to me...I was smiling to the policeman when he stopped my car, scrutinised every detail of the deco posted on my front mirror. He flagged me to stop to the side...

Then, another policeman approached me..."Akak tahu tak kenapa akak kena tahan?"

I shook my head. He ordered me to get out and showed me the problem...Oh Gosh, it was really over the dateline..."Road tax akak dah mati...tengok 26 Ogos 2010. Dah lama ni akak".

I still couldn't believe his words as my husband is a very responsible citizen, he will not do such thing...

I surrendered my IC and driving license to him...Nothing much I can do...it was a clear cut my fault, driving a car with an expired road tax...

"Akak pernah kena saman?"

"Tak"

I saw him filling all my particulars in a white sheet form ...

"Macamana ni akak?"

"Nak buat macamana, dah mati kenalah renew."

He returned my IC and license.

"Kita bagi warning dulu. Kalau lepas ni masih tak renew, kita saman"

"Terimakasih"

I am so thankful to the roadblock not because I escaped the summon but it opened my eyes that I was wrong on the roadblock concept. It was not only to gain money but it is more than that...

"Don't take things for granted"

The Beginning

The starting of 2011 is quite tough and challenging for me both emotionally and physically...my eldest is transforming from pre teen to teenager...what a big leap I feel to adjust on the 'new transformation'...

The new school sessions re-open...with the appetizer...'orientation for Form 1' on the very day that our PM announced as public holiday as our football team won the what cup? well, I don't really give a damn concern...

The orientation session was really chaotic with parents scattered all over the school compound listening? or wondering? on the Principal's speech...Well, parents of the 750 kids, all fresh from primary school...

It was a hard and tiring day, the class was jam packed with 50 kids per class cramped like sardine...the parents had to be in long queue to settle the school fees...which reminded me on the recent experience at Genting Highland, just few days before Christmas break, we had to queue like one and half hours to take a roller coaster ride...

Well. it has been a week now since the school re-opens...my girl still have tough time adjusting to the new cycle...from choosing the 'kemahiran hidup' subject to the extra cocurriculum activities...

She has to choose between ERT and commerce for 'kemahiran hidup' which is the most dislike subject during her primary years...after seriously thought of the options, she picks ERT...even though both me and my husband had the commerce background...

I hope she will enjoy and cherish each moment...as for now, she is not even dare to ignite the stove...hahaha...

The extra cocurriculum came in a very long list...too many makes the decision even harder...hmmm...

Every day, she comes home with piles of homework ... "Welcome to Secondary School Life"