tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39261215883242532462024-03-20T22:35:15.330-07:00Schuhada Attarmizischueismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966770852714343122noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926121588324253246.post-69941606077547344482018-03-28T19:24:00.003-07:002018-03-28T19:24:40.882-07:00My Son<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Letters for Learners"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Thought I’d write about
this little man a little bit. My first baby Muhammad Atifurrahman. Fuh,
mouthful ain’t it?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Letters for Learners"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Sometimes it surprises me
to see how much he has grown, especially when I look at old photos and videos
of him. I mean, where did that little baby go? I can never forget the first day
I held him in my arms, his little eyes staring at me. I thought he looked like
my husband then. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Letters for Learners"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Today he is such a big
brother. He asks questions like, “momma, what is present?” “momma, what is
this, what is that bla bla?” he talks sooooo much sometimes he interrupts me
when I talk to my husband. I taught him to say “excuse me” and he would say it,
and say, “momma, can Muhammad talk?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Letters for Learners"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">He likes to point out
whenever his sister does something. “Maryam! Muhammad dahhh clean up”- whenever
his sister made a mess with their toys. Obviously, he got that line from
me-even the same tone—I always nag when the two mess up the floor. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Letters for Learners"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Whenever Maryam makes
noise or cries, he would yell at Maryam, “Maryam, quiet please. Maryam noisy!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Letters for Learners"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">That boy will be such an
annoying school prefect I tell you. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Letters for Learners"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">He likes to play pretend,
he pretends to cook, he pretends that the bed is a boat and the floor is the
river—and well, his father is a crocodile. He pretends that he is the doctor
and Maryam is the nurse (a really lazy and noisy one, I must say) and I am the
sick person. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Letters for Learners"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">“momma has baby inside
momma’s belly.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Letters for Learners"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">NO I DON’T! THAT WAS FOOD!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Letters for Learners"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">He still loves me the most and find me the prettiest
woman in his life (and the whole wide world, of course) and I hope that won’t
change till he’s like, urm 70? He would say “momma pretty” all out a sudden and
I would make ugly faces and he would still say “pretty.” That boy will be such
a heartbreaker, girls be careful!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Letters for Learners"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">If you are reading this
from the future, just know that Momma loves you a lot. And you too Maryam. And other
siblings you too might have now. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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schueismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966770852714343122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926121588324253246.post-72644108820049848722017-11-14T17:10:00.001-08:002017-11-14T17:10:10.637-08:00Things Atif say...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My dear Atif,
since he began talking, is a witty and smart little boy. I taught him how to
say thank you and please ever since he started talking. It was pretty cute
really, especially with the word please. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Momma, nak
playground. Please momma, please. Please. <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Momma, nak
toys. Please momma, please.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Try saying No
to that, you’ll feel like the evillest person ever. He knows that most of the time, he will get
anything he wants when he said the word please, so he’s been doing that a lot. Someone
also taught him the way to get something out of his father was to look at his
eyes, bat eyelid a bit and said, “pleaseeeeee papa”, so he’s pretty good at
that too. Ok fine that someone was me. Hahaha. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">When we go for
a quick shopping at Tesco, I always take him and had him stand in the cart with
me as my husband and Maryam wait in the car. We would pass by all aisle with
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 107%;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">momma, nak ni. Please..”<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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favourite word is “thank you”, which I taught him to say after we do something
for him, or give him something. After showering, I would ask him, “<i>who
showered you?” “Papa.” “Did you say thank you to papa?” </i>then he would run
in his towel to find his papa, and said “thank you Papa.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Sometimes he
got a bit confused though, he even said thank you after <i>he </i>gave me something.
Like when I asked him for to get me my water bottle or Maryam’s toys. He would
run and get it (sometimes after 100 times I requested him to, but still..) and
he would give it to me and say “thank you Momma”. Now that I am writing this I kinda
think he did that because I forget to say thank you to him hehehehe <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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for saying sorry, which he sometimes said to me when <i>I </i>accidentally
bumped him. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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schueismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966770852714343122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926121588324253246.post-57114029067201793772017-11-12T20:43:00.000-08:002017-11-12T20:43:51.356-08:00what LDR probably feels like..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Last Monday my husband had to go for a three days course, which meant I had to stay at home and spent two nights with the kids all by ourselves. Fuh, I wonder how LDR friends do it. For those two days I had no life at all, I had no time to shampoo my hair, I had no time to poop without an audience, I couldn't even concentrate when I solat for fear that Atif would do something to Maryam , and if you ask me about me time, what me time?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Atif and Maryam, if you are reading this from the future, get this, I love you guys so much but it was really tough and by Maghrib, I was already losing my patience. Atif got yelled at a couple of times (mental note: need to scold him in Chinese so that he doesn't understand it, just in case I said something that hurt his feelings. Oh boy, I did.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In my life I have never been so eager for Isyak prayers before, because as soon as I am done, I can switch off all the lights and get both of them to sleep. Sure, they would wake up early the next day and poop right after I finished getting ready to work and <i>finally</i> read with my tudung and everything--oh wait, they did, which made me horribly late on Wednesday. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Get this, I am not complaining but I am merely sharing with you how difficult it was to raise two children single-handedly, I mean,my husband was away for 3 days, I really couldn't imagine if we only meet each other during weekends. I would literally go crazy. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So here's to wishing my husband would grow old forever with me and my children. I love you Akasyah,</span></div>
schueismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966770852714343122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926121588324253246.post-39169100616156317922017-08-19T10:37:00.002-07:002017-08-19T10:37:47.834-07:00College Crush<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Phew, finally both
my children are asleep. My husband is, too, but it is not an uphill battle to
get him to. Anyway, I walked down the memory lane and checked out my old blog
today. Not this one, but the one that was created some time in 2010 to 2012. Not
a very long time but I did write plenty of things there. Mostly crap, so I wouldn’t
reveal to you the link-it is also a private blog for the author only now. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">The blog captures
my college life and as I scrolled over stories and pictures of my friends, my
college-even my old room, I can’t help but sighed over and over again, how I miss
that life. My college life was when I had friends within an arm’ reach. Now my
only friend is my husband. My colleagues? No offense to them, they are really
nice people but most of them are at least 5 years older than me, it’s quite
hard to find similarities in there, you know. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Best friends? I wrote
names in the blog, yes I did. One was my roomie. I still talked to her
occasionally. Birthdays or Eid. The other two? The only interaction we had in
years were Instagram likes and comments. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I don’t blame them.
We all grow up and evolve and it’s not easy to sit down and chat nonsense on
the phone anymore. Today Mazlina called wanting to ask me about lesson plan, I
had to apologise to her because I really couldn’t talk; my son was all, “nak
talk to nenek!” He thinks anyone on the phone I talk to is his grandmother. I couldn’t
even commit myself to a phone conversation and Maz was calling about work. See?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Anyway, college
life seemed pretty fun now, does it? I mean, looking back, I wondered why I couldn’t
wait for it to end. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">And then I realised
it. It looked fun because it is over now. College life wasn’t all fun and party
time. It was pretty confusing and depressing at many, many points too. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">There was of course
the financial problem, I had weeks of eating PaMa noodles with eggs. No wonder
I was so thin back then. Lol. Then there was the friendship issue; girls. But the
biggest depression of all, was the matter of the heart. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Back in college, I
tried so hard to be accepted, to be liked by someone. I was constantly
searching for someone to love me, to at least like me, to want to be with me. And
boy, was that a long search. I’ve had plenty of secret (and not so secret)
crushes, each involving me falling head over heels on them (ok maybe falling is
a strong word) but I would like them a lot, stalk their Facebook page, analyse
what they do and everything they say to me with my friends , it normally went
like this:<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Do you think he
does that/say that because he likes me? <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Yes, he totally
does. He totally is in love with you.<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Spoiler alert: he doesn’t.
he wasn’t.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Now that I think of
it, boy how I hated those time. Those times when I had hopes and dreams to be
loved by someone. How I stupidly mistake people’s act as a signal that he too
has feelings to me, how I everyday prayed and hoped that one day, I will be
loved too. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Of course,
obviously, all of my college crushes did not develop into anything even
remotely real. And that’s why I didn’t have a boyfriend in college-which messed
up my self-esteem too. I kept saying things like <i>“What is wrong with me? I know
I have dark skin but am I really ugly? Why don’t any boy like me? Will I ever
get married? Will I ever have children? Will I wound up lonely like many of my
English lecturers who are unmarried?”<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">What a daft life. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Today, three years
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"> have two children who love me, who adore me, who need me more
than anyone else in the world-yeap they are very clingy; a husband who tells me
he loves me every day and every night and proves it all in his actions, I’m
telling you, I begin to realise I don’t miss college anymore in this sense. Sure,
I had great time with friends, but College Schu, she was a lonely girl
searching for love and self-approval. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I’m sure, if I were
to go on a time machine and meet the College Me, I would tell her to <i>have
faith</i>. The right one will come at the right time. Looks is not what matters
most. Someone out there will find you charming and adorable and funny and
someone will love you and someone will tell you they love you every day without
you even thinking about it. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I think College
Schu wanted different kind of things in a person, but we got better than what
we ever deserved. So, to conclude, I don’t miss college life anymore. I miss my
friends and the college-but not the heartbreaks and the assignments, of course.
<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Ok, I am getting
sleepy now. Damn, back in college I could stalk a crush’s FB page till 3 in the
morning with ma besties. I’m too old for this stuff now. Toodles! <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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schueismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966770852714343122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926121588324253246.post-64903193870114927522017-08-19T10:27:00.001-07:002017-08-19T10:27:45.612-07:00Somewhere a little down the road<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Hey blog. I am so sorry that I
left you off months ago. My last post was last year, whatever happened to my
resolution to blog more. Anyway, to pick up, if you’re one of the readers who
do not know me in real life but still read my blog, I am now a mom of two. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I guess I conceived the baby the
same time I last posted. Opps. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It’s a baby girl named Maryam
Imani, born 3.5kg in Ipoh. I’d tell you her birth story soon, it was really
different that her brother, but I’ll get to that part later. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Currently, I am on my maternity
leave and my little princess is almost 2 months old. My firstborn, Atif is 2
years old, now, and I think I will also write a post about The Terrible Two. I
swear, I have so much to write but I can’t really seem to find the time-plus I
am always alone at home with the two and basically have no one to talk to.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Will write more soon, stay tune :)</span></div>
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schueismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966770852714343122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926121588324253246.post-46244206075267035782016-09-23T10:47:00.002-07:002016-09-23T10:47:50.872-07:00Atif's Birth Story<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">It’s
the season of babies again. At least 6 couple I know (and stalk in IG-I have a
thing for pregnant ladies!) have given birth sometime in August and September. Wow,
people must be extraordinarily active in January or December. Perhaps, for
teachers, the long December holiday.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Anyway,
let’s act like you don’t get what I meant. Oh, congratulations to the new
parents. Believe me, the journey as parents, for me, so far, has been amazing! I
don’t know why we demand our children to be thankful for us and take care of us
when we are old. We should be thankful to God for them! I have to say, each
time I look at my son, I am thankful for him. I feel that I am so lucky that he
has chosen me as his Momma. The joy that he brings to me everyday—that one,
money can’t buy. Plus, many other couples out there are still working hard to
get a baby, I am just superbly grateful I am granted one. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">But,
after nosily browsing through the congratulatory comments, I always notice
people asking questions wanting to know whether it was a vaginal birth or a c-section
birth. Seriously tho, I really don’t know why this matters to people. What’s that
got to do with you? Are you a doctor assessing her next pregnancy?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I
kind of notice it, too, as a mom who went through the c-section birth myself,
that the comment people gave weren’t really charming.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Here’s
the responses to my birth story:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“oh,
it must be the epidural!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“oh,
too bad, you can only have three children!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“oh,
lucky you. Csect doesn’t hurt.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“too
bad, all you had to do was to push.” <i>This
came from someone who wasn’t even married</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Yeah
right.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">My
birth story was quite long, because it was around 17 hours. It started on a Sunday,
around 3pm when I started feeling some sort of menstruation cramp. I ignored it
of course, went to the hypermarket, to an Arab restaurant, to mosque, to my
aunt’s restaurant before at around 3am, decided that the pain was unbearable. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Went
to the hospital, greeted by two very tired and sleepy doc, did VE, was 3cm
dilated. Had to wear the CTG thing and lied on my back on a bed, which was very
uncomfortable and made the surges feel worse! At 5am, walked into the labour
room. Pain became so strong, , I was alone, and the doctor asked me if I would
like to have epidural. The doc looked like Ilyana Fauzy. She was kind, too. I said
yes. It felt better, but every 5 minutes the surges came again. i tried to
sleep, but I couldn’t. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Countless
VE, and progress was slow. Husband was there in and out. He had to pull my hair
to distract me off the pain. One moment, the lady next door was yelling so
loud, I was so scared. Omg, that’s gonna be me next. I had husband closed my ears because i was so terrified.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Around
12 noon, the afternoon shift nurse said, “insyaALLAH you will give birth by
3pm.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">That
didn’t happen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">At
7pm, I was left alone in the labor room. It was Ramadhan, so everyone wanted to
break fast. My husband too. By then I was so tired and hungry, they did not let
me eat anything except one sip of water from the tiniest straw--like a vitagen straw</span><span style="font-family: inherit;">. I started
feeling this really strong urge (what epidural? The anaes even said, If it didn’t
hurt, it’s not giving birth!) to poop. I called out but nobody came. Probably busy.
I don’t know.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Husband
came around 8 something. VE, and they said I was ready to push. Tried to push,
but I guess because I was already so tired and drowsy from the epidural, the
medics decided to push me to OT.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">In
OT, at 10:26pm, I heard my son cried. They showed me him, asked his sex, and
let me kiss his bottom. The last thing I remembered was a doc telling me they
had to bring him to NICU due to some problems and I passed out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">My
son was in NICU for a day, and seriously, if I was in my normal state, I would
worry to death. But I was so tired and unconscious, I didn’t even think of it
at all and just went to sleep.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">That
was not all, after I gave birth, I couldn’t pee. Stomach was high, like 21
weeks prego. The nurses suspected maybe the docs left something in there. I was
crying like crazy in the car, because I was so scared and traumatized. I was so
scared of hospitals even. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">So
I was back in the ward again. The doc put in the urine bag, and you know how
much water came out? 2.5 liters. The nurse was so worried, she told me my
bladder could’ve explode. I had to be in hospital for 3 days, wearing a urine
bag they call CBD. Every day, they would remove it and asked me to see if I can
pee. Couldn’t. Put it back up my hoohaa again (you can imagine the discomfort) .
Scanned my bladder, still full. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">My
roommate was leaving me, one after another. I cried because I couldn’t stay
there another night. I was so depressed. Then, one very kind nurse gave me that
UTIX soluble to drink. It was for UTI. After that, when I peed using the CMD,
it was damn painful. I was holding my baby when I called the nurse, it was
crazy I felt like yelling. Then, through the urine tubes, you can see puss,
even blood. Apparently, my bladder was swollen because my son’s head hit it
when I tried to push. And to make things worse, I had UTI.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The
doctor let me home, but I had to wear the urine bag for two weeks. I was so
depressed and ashamed of myself. I couldn’t pantang properly. So much for an
easy csection birth, huh?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Finally,
after two weeks, I went to the hospital to get the CBD removed and to test
whether I can finally pee without it. I swear, I’ve never been so nervous about
peeing again since the pregnancy test.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Allah
tested me when I delivered my baby. But He is fair. My pregnancy was easy
peasy. I was so tahan lasak, I could walk, I could talk express bus, city bus,
everything. I even attended a friend’s wedding some 300km away by bus. I had
mild morning sickness, and I craved very simple, cheap and easy to get things. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And
my baby, he is the best. He never has colic. He is so easy to take care of. He doesn’t
cry unknowingly. He is the easiest baby anyone can care for. Even a person as
silly as me can.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Anyway,
I know vaginal delivery is way better, and for my future babies, I’ve learnt my
lesson, I want them out down under too. But, hey, don’t belittle csec moms,
okay? They don’t have it easy. In fact, they may have it rougher than others. So
be kind to them. Congratulate them. Say nice things. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">They
too, have risked their lives for the little one.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">They,
too, are mommies. </span><span style="font-family: Century Gothic, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Thank you Allah, for this great blessing. </div>
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schueismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966770852714343122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926121588324253246.post-31246536593114333272016-09-21T19:55:00.000-07:002016-09-21T19:55:09.618-07:00Mommy Track<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">So my husband’s
school will be organizing a camping this weekend, for three days from Friday to
Saturday. Urgh, I hated camping. Why are people voluntarily sleeping like
dogs(Pitch Perfect)! I remembered my camping experience. Lucky me, I had fever
so I get to stay in the chalet, hahaha.</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Anyway, as a teacher,
it is compulsory for him to attend. But he’ll be away for three freaking days,
that’s the longest we’ve been away from each other since he came back from
Egypt last year. Being the super-clingy wife that I am, I asked if I can tag
along.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Pleaseeeeeeeeeee.
I’m great at games. (which is a lie)”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“No. They imposed a
rule: definitely no wives or kids cuz you won’t be able to concentrate on your
job.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Pfft. Drag.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">While there is some
truth in what he said, I can’t help but to disagree. Okay, I guess I am fine
with being away from my husband for three days, but mind you, his school is 90%
female teachers. Most of them are mommies. How do they cope with being away
from their kids for so long? Some even have babies. That’ll feel like forever,
what’s with the breastfeeding and engorgement and pumping.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Last year, when I had
to go for a course in Pangkor for three days and Atif was only about 4 months
old, I decided to bring him and my husband along. I even forked out some money
for the extra room. I had to. I couldn’t be away from him during school hours
(had to bring his mitten in my bag!) let alone 3 days. Ok I know I am super
clingy.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">My heart really goes
out to the moms. 3 days, worrying about their kids, that would be tough.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> I voiced this out to husband, and he said,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Well, you have to
accept it, that’s part of your job.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">You will definitely
make an awful Guru Besar, I groaned.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">You see, that’s the
problem. Our working environments are not mommy-friendly. We can’t be a good
worker and a good mommy at the same time. And I know our jobs are our amanah,
our responsibility, and we will be questioned in the Hereafter about it,
but…what about our children?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Sometimes, when the
job gets too demanding, many mommies decided to quit their jobs. Good for their
children, but a loss to the workforce. What if the mommy is a doctor who would
find the cure to cancer? Or an oil and gas engineer who would find oil somewhere?
Or, a really great and dedicated teacher ? Or just any good worker who is
dedicated to her jobs but torn between work and family?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"> It would be a great loss if they quit, isn’t
it?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Now, I am not saying,
or in any way, belittling mommies who decided to quit their job and became a
stay at home moms. Neither am I belittling housewives. Both working moms and
stay at home moms made a great choice for their children. If SAHM said that
they want their children to grow up right in front of their eyes: so do we the
WM. But sometimes, it’s not an option, taking into account the rising standard
cost of living. We want our children to live comfortably, eat good food, go to
a good school. We (both the SAHM & WM) want to provide better for our
families. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">As for me, I am lucky
that as a teacher, despite my job being rather demanding, I still get to leave
early and work from home with my books and exam papers. I get to bring my son
to tuition classes or curricular activities and have him play around the class
while I am teaching. When I first had Atif, I did cry when I send him to the
babysitter. I did want to quit someday (maybe not right away, I am tied down
with contract) but now I thought, meh, I can handle this. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Of course, I am
working in a great school with great team. (which is what made EG Tukar so
difficult!)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Anyways, good luck to
those mommies at hubs’ school. May Allah protects their children and grants
them a peace of mind!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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schueismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966770852714343122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926121588324253246.post-25706411909090398602016-09-18T21:46:00.001-07:002016-09-18T21:46:03.800-07:00Forever grateful<p dir="ltr">Do you still remember the day you prayed for what you have now?</p>
<p dir="ltr">I do, for some things, in fact.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I still remember the day I prayed to have Atifurrahman. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I remember how badly I wanted him then. </p>
<p dir="ltr">A few days ago, we stopped by for prayers at this mosque in Seberang Jaya. <br>
The last time we went there was some time 2 years ago.</p>
<p dir="ltr">We were both students, attending a friend's solemnization (akad nikah). He was my husband's friend. </p>
<p dir="ltr">We rode in a motorcycle from my inlaw's in Bayan Lepas. There were just the two of us, and we were newlyweds so much in love then. (We still are in love, just not newlyweds! Haha)</p>
<p dir="ltr">I'm going to admit this, and please don't judge me, I was quite scared of riding motorcycle. What's more, to cross the ever so hectic Penang Bridge.</p>
<p dir="ltr">But there were just two of us, we were young and in love, and looking back, it was pretty sweet. I got to hug him tight. Hahaha. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Anyway, I have heard previously that during an akad nikah is one of the time to make du'a. </p>
<p dir="ltr">So as the groom recited the akad, I silencely prayed that Allah will grant me a child. </p>
<p dir="ltr">And here. That little baby was born some 9 months later. </p>
<p dir="ltr">So as I revisited the mosque, I realised how great Allah has blessed me with. How He has given me so much. How He has given me everything I asked for. Looking back, we were just a couple of youngsters so madly in love. We even had no clue what we wanted to do after graduate. Hahaha. Now, almost everything I wished for then has come true. </p>
<p dir="ltr">MasyaAllah, what time does to you! </p>
<p dir="ltr">I feel so ashamed of myself. That's it! No more complaining, no more being greedy, no.more.handbags, opps, I'll be forever grateful with everything I have now.<br>
</p>
schueismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966770852714343122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926121588324253246.post-78359496330563517752016-09-07T11:09:00.002-07:002016-09-07T11:30:44.122-07:00EG Tukar<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="line-height: 107%;">This is
my third times applying for EG tukar. The first two, I applied for Penang. As </span>you
might have read in my previous blog, my husband was unemployed for almost a
year. He did receive some job offers but it was in Penang, and he was reluctant
to leave me and our little son. (It was mostly the son, anyway. #jealous)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Alhamdulillah,
he didn’t have to, as he landed on a teaching job in Seri Iskandar in June. Now
my place is quite rural, some 45 minutes from Seri Iskandar, so to save fuel,
he decided to ride his bike to work. I know he is grateful to finally have a
job; but I also know how tiring the journey is to him.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">On the
other hand, I really love this school I am currently teaching in. I should write
a special post about it someday. It’s a small school, and everyone is really
nice. I swear it is, no drama, no backstabbing, nothing. I love it here, and I
love this area we are living in. It’s only 5 minutes drive to school, so it is
really convenient for a not very expert driver like me. And I have a super nice
babysitter whom I am starting to trust very much. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Seriously,
if hubs get that job he has been applying for (a position as a lecturer in one
of the college here-5 minutes from home, too) then it will all be set in stone.
We will never leave this place. Ever.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">But my
husband, my poor poor husband. And how he got so tired from work, and the way
he snores so loudly at night, and how he wanted a superbike so he can go
faster, and how much that worries me…<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ok fine. I’ll
just check in to eg tukar and see, anyway. </span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Coincidentally, some school only 15
minutes away from hubs’ is available. It is so much nearer! We’ll find a house
there. He doesn’t have to be so tired anymore! *pats on my shoulder for being
such a good wife*<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">..Also,
this new school is also nearer to <b>THE
ONLY </b>Tesco hypermarket, Mall, fancy restaurants, a cinema, secret recipe,
mcd….*how very unselfish decision right?*<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And so…a
few clicks here and there…and..<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I applied
for it. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I feel a little
sad already about leaving my current school.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Oh shite,
not that I’ve got the transfer. Please don’t overreact!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Whatever happens, I
will accept it with an open mind and heart. Allah will decide and I will see the best in any of His decision. InsyaAllah</span></span></div>
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schueismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966770852714343122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926121588324253246.post-64093176721645591382016-09-06T19:15:00.003-07:002016-09-07T11:34:47.607-07:00The Tantrum<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;">Momma wrote this for
you, son.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm1F1iY6I8VEAQr6FqogVwgvZyUBjnA9z6o_FlydqJzjcrZKzM741f-jD8Adjb4-T6Mgs59a0zaVyqzEBwx3DOlDvGIXIxVtgJlWB8EKljBLtJW-1wuYrh3BH8q2LID58G6r5vaTvUp9Y/s1600/IMG_8434.JPG" imageanchor="1"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm1F1iY6I8VEAQr6FqogVwgvZyUBjnA9z6o_FlydqJzjcrZKzM741f-jD8Adjb4-T6Mgs59a0zaVyqzEBwx3DOlDvGIXIxVtgJlWB8EKljBLtJW-1wuYrh3BH8q2LID58G6r5vaTvUp9Y/s200/IMG_8434.JPG" width="200" /></span></a></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;">Every weekday morning,
I start my day with the same routine: wake up, shower, pray, iron my husband’s
clothes, iron my clothes, prepare Atifurrahman’s babysitter bag, his bottles,
get dressed, change Atif’s diaper and drive to work. Usually I will leave the
house around 7:15-ish and reached my babysitter’s place 5 minutes later. Drop
Atif off, kiss goodbye to his ever so sour face, smile (under the pretext of
being a happy mommy) and drive off with a heavy heart. I will reach school at
7:30, the latest, which is around 15 minutes before class starts—and acceptable
to my boss.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;">However, things took
a different turn this morning. Atif was having his tantrum. Oh, it’s a thing
now. Atif’s tantrum. He has been doing it all the time; in the child car seat
(that’s a whole different battle already, I will write about it soon), last
night in bed, two days ago when I didn’t allow him play with the thermosmeter,
oh, he doesn’t always throw tantrum, ONLY ALL THE TIME. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;">I have this app
called The Wonder Weeks in my phone, and it notifies me last week that Atif is
going to enter a new leap called ‘Principle’. Now if you have a baby, you can
purchase this app as it is rather useful in tracking your babies’ development. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;">Anyway, this is what
the app said about my son. And they couldn’t be more accurate!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;">This morning, Atif
woke up at 6:15-ish. The time I was about to iron clothes. My husband took him
but he couldn’t stop crying, so he carried him around the house—which does not
last long because at 10kg, he is not light. Hubs sat down and put him on his
lap, and there it went, the yelling. It stopped a while later, when hubs gave
him bread. Phew. Alhamdulillah. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;">Hubs left for work at
6:50. By now, I was sterilizing his bottles (WHY DIDN’T I DO IT THE PREVIOUS
NIGHT? Oh we slept at 9 last night, was very tired). Seeing hubs left and I was
so busy with the bottles and finding clothes for Atif’s babysitter bag, he
started crying like mad again. I ignored him, and went on with cleaning the
bottle. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;">He was still
screaming, crying like a little newborn. I put him on our mattress (we slept on
the mattress, removed the bed after Atif fell a couple of times) and he was all
over it, crying and screaming and stomping his feet and tossing and turning
around. If I didn’t know better, I would’ve called some ustaz to recite some
demon off my son. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;">I got dressed, put on
my headscarf, put everything in the car. By everything I meant his bag, my
handbag, my laptop bag, my bottles, everything. Switched off the lights, unplug
everything, ready to take my crying and yelling son out when suddenly I
remember,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;">Oh crap, I haven’t
change his diaper yet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;">My babysitter is ok
with me not showering cuz it is quite cold in the morning, but my hubs and I
vowed to always change the nappies before we send him to the babysitter. It
would be plain gross if we didn’t.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;"> So here comes the most difficult part, putting
on the nappy. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;">He was tossing and
turning like a wild crocodile, refused to put his butt on the diaper. I kept
telling myself, Momma loves you baby, not to make him feel better but to remind
myself not to get angry. If anyone without a child sees that scene, I’m sure
they will rethink their family planning. I was already late, so I grabbed the
diaper-pants and Alhamdulillah, thank God for the pants! Tucked it in and we
are ready to go. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;">Ah, putting him in
the car seat was as difficult as ever. He was crying as I was driving so
instead of the usual breakfast show on radio, I turned on the Quran and recited
along. He got quiet until we reached the babysitter. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;">7:30, we reached the
BS. I turned my head and looked at his
swollen eyes after crying, his red nose and his little pout. I am going to be
apart from him for a few hours, and I don’t want to see him so sad. I held him
for a few minutes, breastfed him and smothered his hair.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;">It was then that I
realized, I love him so much, even with his tantrums. I was happiest when he
was born, and I am still the happiest person today, to have him in my arms. I
love you, son. I know this is just a phase, one day you’ll never cry for me,
you’ll never want me to carry you, you’ll never be this clingy anymore. And one
day I will miss all these very much. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;">Every time, every time
I feel impatient with my son (admit it, we all do, we are humans after all) I
reminded myself how happy I was when I first had him. How grateful he made me
feel. He is the most wonderful little blessing I ever got, and I am the
luckiest person to be chosen to be his mommy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;">What’s a little
temper tantrum, compared to the joy you brought to me? Of course, the tantrum
gotta stop when you are 3, hahaha.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 14.2667px;">Oh, and here’s my make up less face while dropping him at the bs.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 14.2667px;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw1O_SpRl-cvxsyrz6ejrY9uFUMYTBa441zaVqOj-q5vlcl64ujSwl1qkxPZYBikzFqSMDBeOKDUPC9eBTSyiYtzeWd_bGQREMJXbtpCNNH4YZLmKgPK3e8DfolmBHCWyAw7OUCr-Rcrw/s1600/IMG_8438.JPG" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw1O_SpRl-cvxsyrz6ejrY9uFUMYTBa441zaVqOj-q5vlcl64ujSwl1qkxPZYBikzFqSMDBeOKDUPC9eBTSyiYtzeWd_bGQREMJXbtpCNNH4YZLmKgPK3e8DfolmBHCWyAw7OUCr-Rcrw/s320/IMG_8438.JPG" width="240" /></a></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span>
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schueismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966770852714343122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926121588324253246.post-60424694842947268302016-09-05T17:36:00.001-07:002016-09-06T19:09:29.133-07:00Our Second Wedding Anniversary<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">A couple of days ago we
celebrated our second wedding anniversary. And by celebrated I meant nothing
happened, just us staying lazily at home doing nothing as we were so tired from
school. We chose 30<sup>th</sup> August 2014 to get married, which was a day
before the National Day, and boy, what a mistake! I should’ve chosen a day
later as if I did, we would be able to enjoy our anniversary on a public
holiday.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Instead, on the 30<sup>th</sup>
August of this year, we started our morning with me being grumpy with him. He
did not wish me right away when I opened my eyes from sleep (I’ve always wanted
that, it’s so romantic) and I thought he forgot. How dare he, it’s only two
years ago! Not twenty!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">He did wish me before he left for
school though, and though it was just a wish, it made my heart smile a little. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Anyways, when we got home from
work, we were already very tired. I couldn’t remember what we did, but that
afternoon we were so knackered. I actually planned to cook a special meal on
our anniversary. But heck, I threw the imaginary apron I was wearing and said,
“Abang, let’s eat out.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">We ended in a typical Siam
restaurant in the felcra settlement. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">If I were my old self 2 years
ago, I’d say that this isn’t what I want. What I expected. I would expect, two
years ago, that by the time we are celebrating our second anniversary, the day
and night would be magical, like in movies, or what the hell, Instagram. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">But no it wasn’t.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And I love every bit of it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I love that my husband is here
with me. My friend lost hers last month, and
I really couldn’t imagine if I were in her shoes. My husband rides to
school, too, some 45km away, and every morning I look as he rides off the front
gate thinking, <i>what if this is the last
time I saw him?<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I love that my husband made such
huge sacrifice for me. He moved away from his hometown, declined a job offer,
was unemployed for almost a year, stayed home and cooked and mopped the floor
and did all the laundry, all just to live with me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I love that even though we had to
work and was really tired on our anniversary, I love that we both now have
jobs. Being unemployed sucks, even sucker when you are the husband. Today, he
looks very happy and relieved to have a job, though it is some 45minutes drive
away. For a year, it was really hard for him to answer simple questions like
where do you work? It broke my heart to see him so devastated.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I love that we are celebrating it
by lying lazily in our small rented house, on a mattress we just paid off last
two months. When we moved in, we had no mattress! We slept on the comforter I
took from my parents’. Seriously, when we got married, we had nothing. No, next
to nothing. We didn’t even have a car. We were living with our parents, riding
on his old motorbike. To balik kampung, we took the express bus. We even
attended a friend’s wedding by bus, and I was around 34 weeks pregnant. Boy, we
had it a little tough.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Today, we have a car, a simple local made car. It may
not be much, but it has reached most of the peninsular Malaysia, so yay! We’re
no longer living with our parents (we stayed with my mother until Atifurrahman
was born, it was a pretty long time) and now renting a place we can call our
own. When we first entered the house, it was so empty as we had nothing. We even
cooked using the camping stove. Gradually, one by one, we bought a washing
machine, a refrigerator, a dining table, a bed, a dresser…and now we can say
that our house is fully furnished! We still don’t have a sofa, though, so if
you haven’t bought us a wedding present, you know what to buy that we will
definitely use and not end up in storeroom! Hahaha <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">I love that, on our second
anniversary, we spent some time arguing over who should be washing poop off
Atifurrahman’s butt. I love that most of all, we have a son together. We started
off as strangers, meeting each other for the first time in my college musollah.
Now we’re sharing a son! Our parents are sharing a grandchild and our siblings
are sharing a nephew! It’s amazing how that feels and how much Atifurrahman has
united these two families. Everyone loves him (perks of being the first
grandchild in both families, also he is such a good boy-got it from his
father-and of course good looks from me-ok) and it made us two so relieved that
he is so well accepted in both families! He also gets along with everyone. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Looking back, I am thankful for
the people who made it happen between us! My mom, my late fathers, his family,
my friends from college—I still remembered everything that they did!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I know that the first 5 years are
the toughest, and we’ve got 3 more to go, but I’ve got the coolest partner to
go through this journey with, so for that, I am eternally grateful.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">To Akasyah, I love you. </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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schueismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966770852714343122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926121588324253246.post-30561744256236811432016-09-04T20:56:00.000-07:002016-09-06T19:09:48.699-07:00Where's my toothbrush, Atif?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCzdt_ZjQDOGFHYZ0VjMRb7jSuaHaKZxeD5XEmUzy5ompGB2VDHmtKVuPSNtnoW6FQAwM__OXnE2KNIbPQcDRNzXwogISY1khH3c3779d6gnr1mdAuZC6UyfrU9PHDhedrqQIsKBOHz8E/s1600/IMG_8159.JPG" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCzdt_ZjQDOGFHYZ0VjMRb7jSuaHaKZxeD5XEmUzy5ompGB2VDHmtKVuPSNtnoW6FQAwM__OXnE2KNIbPQcDRNzXwogISY1khH3c3779d6gnr1mdAuZC6UyfrU9PHDhedrqQIsKBOHz8E/s200/IMG_8159.JPG" width="150" /></a></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Every time before we go grocery shopping, I would
have a long list of the things we need to buy. But there’s one thing that I
always forget: a little toothbrush for my little son. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">He has 6 teeth now, and we are at the point where we
should be teaching him how to brush. He’s seen me brushed my teeth all the
time, and by seen I mean me carrying him with one hand and holding my teeth
with the other- he can be super clingy at times- so he kinda gets the idea that
you must put the toothbrush in your mouth. Well, it’s either that or he puts
anything in his mouth, anyway. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Now, every time when we go to the bathroom, he would
start reaching and screaming for the toothbrush that I have to hand it to him.
He would first, put the toothbrush in his mouth, and while I exclaimed proudly
in my heart: <i>that’s my little boy! He
knows how to brush now!, </i>he would rub it against the wall, and then off to
the shower floor. I would have to bend down, pick it up, wash it and try to put
it back when he screams for it again. <i>Atifurrahman!
What is this obsession with toothbrush?</i><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And it doesn’t stop there! He’d hold on tight to it,
holds it as I dressed him, all smiling and giggling and next thing you know,
your toothbrush has been scrubbing all over the house. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Honestly, I don’t know where it is now. Could be
underneath his pillow, the blanket, below the cupboard, everywhere.</span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And yes,
I’ve been brushing my teeth, don’t worry.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">With my husband’s. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 17.12px;">What? We share everything!</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 17.12px;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ok you singletons can say we are gross now.</span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: 18pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">p.s.</span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">wonder where did Atifurrahman got his toothbrush obsession from?</span></span><br />
<span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Atif's momma, 1993</td></tr>
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schueismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966770852714343122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926121588324253246.post-31484438823969797212016-09-01T19:13:00.005-07:002016-09-06T19:10:46.147-07:00Let's Pick Up!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;">Let’s pick up!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;">One of my biggest
regret is I don’t write as often as I did in my college years. Heck, who am I
kidding, I don’t write nothing except lesson plans nowadays. Or on the
whiteboard in my class. I didn’t write about my wedding, or my pregnancy, or my
baby’s birth story, or any of the milestone he achieved! yes there were so many
things to write but I was such a lazybum! I kept drafting and drafting and
drafting and leaving the drafts on cold hard grounds called blogpost.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;">Ok, so here I’ll cram
everything in one post, a short one I promise!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;">Update no 1: getting
married!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;">I got married on 30<sup>th</sup>
August 2014, which is actually 2 years ago. To the guy I was engaged to, whom I
met while I was doing my practical. (WHAT? I didn’t tell you how we met?) More on
those later la. Don’t worry I’ll remember it like it was yesterday, it was such
a sweet memory to both of us. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;">Update no 2:I finished
my studies! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;">It was some time in
November, I finally graduated in B.Ed TESL in IPGKPP Penang. I was soooo
psyched and elated at first, goodbyes to all the assignments and tutorials but
actually today there is nothing I long more than to sit at the back of the
class with my 18 classmates from TESL2. Missing them like crazy!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;">Update no 3: my father
passed away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;">I used to blog a bit
about him, my old man. He started getting sick late October. The doctors didn’t
know what it was. He was hospitalized for a while, before being paralysed and
got discharged. We found that he had infection in his brain, and was sent home
with pills. He was actually recovering the last time we took him for a check
up, but passed away on 3<sup>rd</sup> December 2014. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;">Update no 4: I got
pregnant!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;">It’s funny what time
can do to you. In 2009 when I enrolled in college, I was me, that clueless girl
(still pretty clueless). I didn’t know what I was going to do, or anything. But
the last week in college, 5 and a half years later, I found out I was pregnant.
It was in a clinic in Bayan Lepas, the doctor was a Chinese named Reuben. I
still remember the moments, we told the doc the symptoms, he asked us to check,
I peed, the lab gave me the result and I peeked at it and Alhamdulillah a
positive! I was pregnant. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;">Update no 5: I got
posted!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;">I finally got to know
my posting result on 29<sup>th</sup> January 2015 (writing that here for future
reference, need to remember that forever!). My first school is SK Changkat Lada
3, a school in Kg Gajah, in the district called Perak Tengah. Quite far from
Ipoh, a quiet residential area that is totally different from the Ipoh or
Penang that we are used to. I am currently living here, renting a house (yes we
now don’t live with our parents anymore. More on that later. Maybe next year.)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;">Update no 6: My son was
born!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;">Muhammad Atifurrahman
bin Muhammad Akasyah. 13 July 2015, 10:26am in Ipoh. Caesarian, not exactly my
birth plan, but after 17 hours of labour pain all I wanted was to get the baby
out. Alhamdulillah, he’s a year plus now. Has yet learnt to walk, but can call
Momma and Poppa! The spitting image of me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 107%;">Ok so I guess that’s
all from now. Let’s all pray that I will be consistent in writing this
blogpost!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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schueismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966770852714343122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926121588324253246.post-4601474306591524242015-09-01T19:15:00.002-07:002016-09-04T18:32:10.198-07:00My Last Post..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Assalamualaikum,
bismillah.</span></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I don’t know what made me,
or who, but suddenly I feel like writing again. And bear with me people, this
will be my last one. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Ah, what a year since I
last blogged. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">2013 was a year full of
surprised, and due to an amalgamation of my hectic schedule, laziness (mostly),
slow Internet connection on my computer
that forces me to go all mobile, I did not really tell you everything. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Last year, I had some of
the sweetest and most painful memories in life. The later involves injections,
7 days hospital stay, and a very very depressing state of mind. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I had dengue actually. Or so
they suspected. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>2 October 2013</b><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">It all started on my
birthday, the 2<sup>nd</sup> of October 2013, the day I turned 22. I still
remember that day with me going to class, getting a present from my good friend
Syahira, selfied on Farah’s phone. Then I went back to my room and remembered I
had an appointment at the dentist. Something about teeth scaling, I’m no fan of
the dentist though. Anyway, after the scaling session, I was on my way to
Queensbay with Agy and Sarah. It was my birthday so they decided I deserved a
little treat. All the way through I felt cold and wanted to puke, probably
because my teeth were bleeding a little due to the scaling and the blood made
me feel nauseous. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">In Queensbay it got worse,
I felt so cold and tired that we went back to college. I slept the whole day
before waking up and throwing up 3 times, spent a whole night in ER and woke up
in one of the wards. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">However, there was a
beautiful part of that story. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">5 days before the scaling-throwing-up-emergency-ward-7-days-hospital-stay-injection
tragedy, something life changing happened to me.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I was proposed by a man
who only met me that very day.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">It goes way back to a day
in September, after a rough day at school (and by rough I meant painting murals
in the girls’ toilet), Agnes, my good friend/partner in crime dropped by a shop
selling rice just in front of our school. I looked my worst, no makeup, a worn
out college t-shirt, a tudung that did not even match. Really, nobody bothers to dress up when you
know you’ll just spend the whole day in the toilet. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">So, I bought some rice. The
lady at the shop asked me some questions, so I told her I was just doing my
teaching practice at the school, talking and being friendly to the locals. Little
did I know that behind that scene, a person was listening to my conversation
with the lady, who is his aunt. And little did I know that shortly after I
left, he joked with his aunt and said, <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Ibu, why don’t you ask
her for me?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">It was just a joke. She took
it all too seriously and a couple of days later when I returned to the shop (the
curry was pretty good honestly) she said,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">“Are you seeing anybody? I
would like to set you up with my nephew.”</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">My heart almost stopped beating. She then begin a brief description of
her nephew, in which I responded with a hesitant smile. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 18.399999618530273px;">After a few failed attempt of setting a meeting between herself, her nephew and me, the lady finally decided that she would come to my college for a taaruf session. Taaruf is an arabic word that means getting to know each other. I have ended my practical then, so we planned to meet at the college surau, namely Surau Al-Falah, at around 6pm.</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 18.399999618530273px;">I arrive early, with Syahira and my roommate, Nisrin. It was really nervous for me, to finally met this guy for the first time as I have only seen his pictures in Facebook. When he arrived, we met at a corner in the surau and was very, very shy. It was really awkward, and funny too, because I am not really a shy, demure type. </span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 18.399999618530273px;">After that, they invited me for dinner at Tesco because it was nearest to college and would be really convenient for me. I decided that Syahira should tag along. At Tesco, we sat at a table next to the window with his aunt and uncle and my friend. After asking some questions, he looked at his watch and calmly said,</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 18.399999618530273px;">"I will give you until the 27th of October, you have a month to decide. If your answer is yes, we will be engaged before I leave for Egypt."</span></div>
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<b>2 October 2013</b></div>
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That very day, before I had wires on my chest due to really weak heartbeat, some time at 1243 pm, I texted him, the man who asked me to marry him the first day we met, that yes, I accepted you. </div>
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We got engaged in a simple ceremony witnessed by family and friends on 26 October 2013.</div>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Turned out it wasn’t really
dengue. It was probably my body, heart or brain responding to the you’ve-just-unofficially-got-engaged
situation.</span></span><br />
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schueismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966770852714343122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926121588324253246.post-63813659820140043892014-01-21T08:07:00.002-08:002014-01-21T08:11:21.319-08:002014<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b>Assalamualaikum, bismillah..</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b>Actually, I had so many things going on in my life in 2013. That's why I totally spaced out on the fact that I have a blog. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b>Anyway..</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #e06666;">I can assure you, that this year, I will update this blog even</span><span style="color: #f4cccc;"> lesser.</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b>And unlike in 2013, it's not going to be because of all the fun stuffs.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b>I've entered my final year in college. And my year will be filled with..</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-size: large;"><b>Action research</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"><b>Practicum</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"><b>Lesson Planning</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><b>Assignments</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"><b>Exams</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><b>Stuffs..</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"><b>I'm also about to start a business. Unbelievable, no? Be sure to stay tune and check it out yeah?</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"><b>And insyaAllah,if its the best for both of us....Allah willing,</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">this will be the year I become a </span><span style="color: #ea9999;">Mrs</span><span style="color: #c27ba0;">. InsyaAllah. If that'a what Allah decides for us. Please pray for <strike>me </strike>us will ya?teeeheee</span></b></span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"><b>Love, assalamualaikum.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: x-small;"><b>p.s. move on. get a new blog already. hahaha</b></span></div>
schueismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966770852714343122noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926121588324253246.post-74258911790119958692013-11-06T07:46:00.001-08:002013-11-06T07:53:56.613-08:00A day at the dentist..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Assalamualaikum. Bismillah. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>This is a super outdated post, close to a month late, but I just remembered it so I decided to write it here before I forget all about it, or worse, forget to share it with <i>you</i>. Believe me it's not your typical story.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>On my birthday this year, the 2nd of October, many memorable things happened. Not balloons or cakes or party. But something I will always remember. As some of you might already knew I was admitted to Penang GH because of dengue that day.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>I also said "Yes" to a very important, life-changing question, but more on those later.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>2nd of October, around afternoon, at a dental clinic near Bukit Jambul.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>I entered the room, ready for my scaling appointment. Who on earth get a scaling appointment on their birthday, and why? You might asked these questions. Actually, I went to the clinic some three months before that. I was given a date where I would be in Balik Pulau, doing my teaching practice. So I got it rescheduled to the second Wednesday after practicum, which was on my birthday. Well, back to the story.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>The waiting room was packed. It wasn't so the last time I was there. There were all kind of people, young, old, man, woman, Malay auntie, Chinese lady, Indian girl, Punjabi guy, it was like 1 Malaysia there. Nevermind. I chose a seat next to a little girl.</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"><b>"Syuhada."</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Wow, that was fast, I thought. I thought it was going to take an hour or so because the room was really packed. Maybe it's because I had an appointment kot. Haha, <i>padan muka korang, sapa suruh tak buat appointment, tunggu la.</i> I stared at the others and said in a really evil manner, but only in my mind. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>I stood up and walked to the nurse proudly. Just then she said,</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"><b>"Muhammad Syuhada."</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>ok. very the malu. The guy named Muhammad Syuhada looked at me annoyingly. I was even more annoyed at him for doing that to me, you ain't the only one named Syuhada here, I thought. Blergh.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>I went back to my seat and talked to the little girl next to me again. Moments later the little door opened and a nurse called out,</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><b>"Syuhada."</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Ok, now this is confusing. Is she calling me or Muhammad Syuhada? He didn't stand. Me neither. So I stood up again and approached the nurse. </b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><b>"Err...Muhammad Syuhada."</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Ok, this is super embarassing. I can almost feel the makcik and uncle and anne and ahsou and that little girl and that noisy Chinese boy covering up their laughter. Ergh. Again, the Muhammad Syuhada guy did that annoying face. Ish. I went back to my seat, this time pretending to read a book. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>And I am 99% sure the nurse is pulling a prank at me. Sengaja mengusik kot. hehehe.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Man, what a coincident. I never have met a guy named Syuhada, thou it kinda sound pretty nice too. And what sheer luck is that, two Syuhadas, one guy and another, a very cute girl (read: me) in the same room. At a clinic where your name will be read out loud. Heee. Funny day.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Moments later my turn finally came. By that time, Muhammad Syuhada already left. No more confusion.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Ok, that's all I've got to tell. I'm just really tired and bored of looking at notes on Developing and Using Resources in the Primary ESL Classroom, which is a subject I took this semester, which I would sat for the paper tomorrow. Make dua for me will k?</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Signing off, Assalamualaikum. </b></span></div>
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schueismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966770852714343122noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926121588324253246.post-44834547144663479352013-11-05T00:42:00.001-08:002013-11-05T00:46:22.489-08:00The Wrong Train #schuiesm<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
This post is extracted from my former blog, Schueism, which is now no longer available for public view. I loved these stories, it rekindled some beautiful memory and I'm really glad I wrote them up.<br />
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Tuesday, September 13, 2011.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: large;">"The next train leaves at 3.30". </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;">The announcement was heard loud and clear in the Seremban train station. I stood up, looking at my aunt and grandmother. The ticket to KL was already in my hand, I got it for a mere 6 bucks. Pretty cheap for an adventure.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: large;">"You know,"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"> I said to my aunt, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: large;">"You really don't have to wait till I leave."</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;">There were many reasons to why I said that. First one was because she had an appointment somewhere, and I didn't want her to be late. I also felt like a child with her and Gran waiting with me there. Lastly because I'd feel sad to see them leaving when I get into the train. Funny how it made me feel that way everytime, everytime I see someone leave I have this heavy feeling, this ache in my heart, even though I know, if God wills, I am going to see them again.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;">She gave me a warm hug, and Gran did, too, before we went our separate ways. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;">So there I was, alone, dragging luggage, keep checking for my ticket. That's the thing I worry most. Not money, not handphone. I freaked out once in an aerotrain to KLIA, because I thought I lost my passports and boarding pass. It left me traumatised the whole life. And pickpockets are everywhere they said.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Just minutes later the train arrived, and it stopped right in front of me, as if saying,</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"> come on board</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">. Maybe a little exaggeration. I hopped in without thinking, and was a little weird on why was the train to KL was almost empty. I don't know what's so exciting about KL that everyone was going there. I mean, knowing KL, I'd want to go as far from the rat race of the city.</span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: large;">"Is this train heading towards Rawang?"</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;">It was a good 20 minutes inside the train when I finally I managed to gather enough courage to ask the guy in front of me. Just to make sure, you know. To my surprise his answer was no. I sort of see it coming, but keep telling myself it was.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;">"It's heading to Sg. Gadut."</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: large;">"Oh dearest. Now what do I do?"</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;">"You can stop at the next station and cross over to the other side of the station."</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-size: large;">"Omo, I took the train at the wrong platform, didn't I? Do you think I have to get a new ticket?"</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;">I didn't know why I ask that, for money was the last thing I worry then.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;">"Nope."</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;">Then I felt relieved. Ummi surely wouldn't be mad for taking the train--I can take the wrong train and go as far as Singapore if I want, so long as it won't cost me a penny.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;">The guy was very nice, and cute, and I wondered how someone so cute can be so nice. We got down at Senawang, which was the next station south from Seremban. He even showed me where to take the train to KL. That was really nice of him.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;">So I was alone again, in Senawang this time, the station all deserted and if someone were to come and mug me they would at least leave with a hundred bucks loaded....</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;">And thank goodness I asked! With my really inadequate Geography knowledge, how on earth would I have guessed that Senawang is actually further away to KL than Seremban?</span></div>
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*this is a very very outdated post! but sorry! the only thing that I can write during practicum was lesson plan*<br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><b>As some of you might have known earlier, my Raya this year is extremely special due to the present of someone new.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;">She chose a beautiful name. Name of a surah, or chapter in the holy Al-Quran, a name that means</span><span style="color: #c27ba0;"> tranquillity, solace, or comfort. </span></b></span><br />
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But here I'll call her Hidayah, because that was what granted to her from Allah, and that was what I saw in her.</b></span><br />
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She was (one of) my best friend in high school. Always had a thing for the Malays. She loved the people and the language and was inspired to teach Bahasa Malaysia. One year, during Ramadhan, she tried to fast. It was her first time and she even made it black and white, promising to fast, with her signature and all. It was funny at first.</b></span><br />
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She had gastric and was absent the next day.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><b>We lost contact for awhile after high school. It was until last year that we found one another in a social networking site. That time, she was not yet a Muslim. She expressed her interest for Islam, and as we reminisced through our high school memory--she asked,</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #e06666;">"remember that one time I tried to fast?</span><span style="color: purple;">"</span></b></span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><b>"yes, you had gastric that time."</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #e06666;">"I now fast every Monday and Thursday."</span><span style="color: purple;"> </span></b></span><br />
<span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><b>I almost fell from my chair at first. Subhanallah. </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"><b>"I am also trying to learn how to perform solat. I watch videos from youtube and I am trying to learn from my housemates. If there's anything that I don't know, can I ask you?"</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><b>Subhanallah. Alhamdulillah. Allahu Akbar. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><b>Amazing, wasn't it? There she was, a not-yet Muslim, so eager of learning about the religion. Embarassing, too, wasn't it? There I was, a Muslim for close to 22 years, with so much that I don't know and so little that I was learning.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><b>In April I received a text from her.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"><b>"Guess what?"</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><b>"You're getting married?"</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"><b>"No, not that.haha"</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><b>"You..you've reverted to Islam?"</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Alhamdulillah. Later, during the recent Eid'ul Fitr, I invited her to celebrate with my extended family--my dad's side in our hometown in Port Dickson. She was so thrilled.</span><span style="font-size: large;">It was not easy. I had to ask her mother's permission--she was pretty protective-all mothers are. </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><b>"What would you be doing on Raya if I hadn't invited you over?"</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"><b>"Not much. Just stay at home with all my daily routine."</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: purple;">That time I felt relieved that I had invited her over. Because unlike the rest of us here, she faced </span><i><span style="color: #a64d79;">more challenges</span></i><span style="color: purple;"> in her ibadah, especially during Ramadhan.</span></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><b>For suhoor (or sahur,) she took very light food like bread.</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><b>For fasting, because she is living with her family--it was uni break--she had to hide her food in the closet. Her mom would tell her to eat, she would take her food and hide it. </b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><b>One time,her mother found the food in the closet and began to suspect.</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><b>For solat, sometimes she had to qadha' because she shares her room with her sister.</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><b>One time, for subuh prayers,she was already wearing her praying gown (not the scarf). She thought her two sisters were sound asleep when suddenly her younger sister opened her eyes. </b></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><b>For tarawikh, she always performed it on her own. Before I took her back to kampung, we performed tarawikh in a musollah near my house. I could see how happy she was.</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><b>For reciting the Quran, she was still at the learning stage. She has a tafseer of her own, though, which she always reads.</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><b>One time, her mother found her tafseer and began questioning.</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><b>I gave her a hijab to wear in Port Dickson. She never took it off there.</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><b>Typical raya morning routine. I told her of the sunnah that we can do during Raya. Man, I didn't know much myself, to teach her, so I had to learn. And true they say, to teach is to learn twice.</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><b>We went to the masjid and performed the sunat Eid'ul Fitr prayers and listened to the khutbah. </b></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><b>And I was happy that I made her happy.</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><b>It was a thing in my extended family, we always pray together. It's the highlights of our days, when we'd come together and pray and shake hands and ask for forgiveness.</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><b>According to "Hidayah", it was her favourite part. The closeness, she finally felt like she was indeed one of the Muslims. </b></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><b>I don't know about you, but I am really touched by her life. How she, who was not born a Muslim, struggled to find her identity. How she, when she was in secondary school, questioned why she was worshipping a statue, which was created by the humans themselves.</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><b>How she searched for her true Creator, how, with all the hardship and difficulties, she learnt and she tried, very very hard. How, despite all the challenges faced, all the obstacles from her family, she managed to perform her ibadah.</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><b>MasyaAllah, she indeed is a strong woman.</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><b>And Alhamdulillah, Allah gave hidayah to anyone He wants to!</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><b>Subhanallah. How great is Allah's power! Who else do you think give my friend so much drive, so much courage, so much strength to face all the challenges simply to prostrate to her Lord?</b></span></div>
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schueismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966770852714343122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926121588324253246.post-47556540404566091202013-09-18T22:05:00.001-07:002013-09-18T22:05:30.595-07:00Balik Pulau !<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Assalamualaikum. Hee. Haven't updated my blog for a while and these are the reasons. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Will update once my practicum is over next week. Till then, assalamualaikum wbt, may Allah bless all of you.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"><b>This year's Ramadhan is like no other. It is so much different from the previous years, no more iftar at the college musollah, no more solat jemaah after the iftar, no tarawikh with friends and asking forgiveness from people you don't normally talk to, no sahur with ameelia, murni or mazlina, and running to the musollah for subuh prayers. That was fun :)</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"><b>I planned it that way, and all this year, I looked forward for Ramadhan, for all that. </b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"><b>Apparently Allah has a different plan for me. </b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"><b>I was posted (cewah posted la sangat kan) to a school some 45 minutes drive away from campus, in a rural, quiet village somewhere on the other side of the island. It was fun at first, all fresh and new--I am not much a kampung girl. Later, loneliness strikes, and I started to miss the same old Ramadhan routine I had back in campus.</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"><b>Reflecting upon it, I realised the purpose why from about 200 students in my batch, I was among the chosen ones. Maybe Allah would like to test me, to see if I were to be placed in a different situation, with different people, different environment, would I still be istiqamah or consistent in doing ibadah.</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"><b>To be honest, I didn't fare very well in that test. </b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"><b>Pretty disappointing actually. </b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"><b>And yesterday something happened. </b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"><b>I wouldn't call it a near-death experience, but indeed, it was a reminder for me, a reminder from Allah. </b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"><b>We were speeding down the road when none of us realised the traffic light was still red. It was until we were about 2 meters away from hitting an MPV and being hit by a car from our left when my friend, the driver, hits the brake. Alhamdulillah, we are all OK.</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"><b>It's just that, if things happen only a little differently, only Allah knows where we would be. Probably at a hospital with wires and tubes, if I were lucky. Or, this morning, you would probably be at my funeral,reciting al-Fatihah. </b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"><b>Did I ever see that almost-accident coming? Not at all. </b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"><b>And that, ladies and gentlemen, is exactly how death works.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #0b5394;">I was lucky, Allah gave me a second chance to repair myself, to make myself a better person. In a way, that almost-accident is a reminder to me, </span><span style="color: #073763;">that if Allah wanted to end my life, He could've just taken in, right there. </span></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"><b>Often, often that is the fact that we forget as we live in this life. So confident, <i>ala death is a long way to go</i>. So wrong, too. </b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"><b>Astaghfirullah. I need to change. I need to improve. I need to make full use of this Ramadhan. I need to realise and always remember that death can come anytime. It is a fact that we all know, that I know, but often, we forget. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #073763;">Often, we ignore.</span><span style="color: #0b5394;"> </span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="color: #0b5394;">So let this be a reminder, for all of us. And let us pray, let us make lots and lots of du'a, </span><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">that when the time comes for us, we shall be ready, and Allah shall take us when He is most satisfied or redha of us. </span></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"><b>A du'a by Ustazah Norhafizah Musa, as shared by my friend, </b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><b>"Oh Allah, grant me the desire and longing to see Your face. Oh, Allah, grant me the chance, the blessing to see Your face."</b></span></div>
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the obedient men and obedient women,</div>
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the patient men and patient women,</div>
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the humble men and humble women,</div>
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the charitable men and charitable women,</div>
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the fasting men and fasting women, </div>
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the men who guard their private parts and the women who do so, </div>
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schueismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966770852714343122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926121588324253246.post-41924887008138081672013-05-06T03:50:00.000-07:002013-05-06T04:17:19.693-07:00My Chinese experience.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;">This post has no political intention, merely sharing experiences.</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b>Yesterday I genuinely thought that having lost the election due to some cheap, dirty tactics was the most devastating part.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b>Know what? It wasn't. It was the ongoing racist remarks made by some people that kept me awake at night, heart very, very sore.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b>Assalamualaikum, bismillahirahmannirahim.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b>It made my heart weep, because this was not at all the Malaysia I see growing up, where the Malays accuse the Chinese of having only economic priorities in this country, thay the Chinese and Indians came here as kuli, that they were no different that the Bangla, and then they demanded for nationality, that they don't care about what happen to this country just so long as their pocket's loaded, that they are better off back to China and India.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b>Believe me, I saw with my very own eyes, people commenting that. People saying that. Why?</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b>It made me sad, really sad, for having grown up and spent most of my time with the Chinese. 13 years.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b>13 years is enough for me to see what they are like, and they are nothing like what was claimed. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b>Unlike Malays, Chinese weren't racist. At all.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b>At least, they are not as paranoid as us. </b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #990000; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b>I remember on my first day of school in Ipoh, from Kuala Lumpur, everybody had a nametag, and I didn't because I was the new kid on the block, and a Chinese friend made it for me. </b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b>I remember when I was still the silly new kid on the block, an older, sorry to say this, Malay girl bullied me and stepped on my spectacles, a Chinese friend stood up for me and I confided in her.</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b>I remember when we had this extra class for PTS, I skipped tuition, a Chinese friend scolded me.</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b>I remember when I made problems at school, did not do homework, a Chinese class teacher called my parents and met them. I have 5 brothers in Malay schools, I've never heard their teacher doing that so far. </b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b>I remember when things were difficult and had some family issues, a Chinese school teacher helped my family and I through tough times. </b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b>I remember when I was older, all my Malay friends moved to vocational school, and I was the only Malay left in the class, and the Chinese girls thought I would be really lonely and asked me to sit with them. </b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b>I remember a Chinese friend, who was one of my best friend, who had passion for Malay Language as well Malay culture, reverted to Islam. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"><b>I have a Chinese friend who called me his sister. Who said he is my big brother and that he'll always cover me.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"><b>I have a Chinese best friend who constantly reminds me of prayers time.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d; font-size: large;"><b>Last week, there was a very heavy rain and a Chinese man offered me his umbrella.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Never for once, for once in my life that I feel the Chinese or Indians are racist towards us.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Never for once, for once I feel threatened with the Chinese or Indians, though I was the minority at school. It just made me want to work harder. </b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Never for once, for not even once, that when I was schooling in a Chinese-medium school, did I feel I was different, that I was a minority, that I did not belong there because I was of different skin colour. </b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>The Chinese, people, they feel that way. </b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Now with the election, I read people saying how the Chinese only want the country for themselves, that they have their very own interests, their hidden agendas, that they didn't give a damn about the Malays, I went raging mad. And I cried.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>I beg all of you, please stop the racist remarks, regardless to Chinese, Indians, Punjabi, etc. They are also Malaysians like us. They too want to see Malaysia succeed. This is their home too, they were born and bred here, their only home. </b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b>No need to feel superior. This land does not belong to anyone but Allah. And don't forget....in Allah's eyes, the most noble one is the most righteous one. Not Malay, not Chinese, not even Bangla or anything.</b></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #fffff2; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="color: #93c47d; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">O mankind, indeed We have created you from male and female and made you peoples and tribes that you may know one another. </span></b></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #fffff2; line-height: 24px; text-align: left;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Indeed, the most noble of you in the sight of Allah is the most righteous of you</span><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">. Indeed, Allah is Knowing and Acquainted.</span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b>I hope that one day, I would write this post again, and that time, I would not call them Chinese. I would call them Malaysians, because they are no different than me.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b>I love all my Chinese friends. Lol, I never call them Chinese. Just friends. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>p.s. I read somewhere that the Melayu Proto could be originating from Yunnan, China. hmmm</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b>This post is a tribute to all my Chinese friends, and my parents, who were, many years before Najib, 1Malaysia enough.</b></span></span></div>
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schueismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966770852714343122noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926121588324253246.post-22615893490103073562013-04-12T04:39:00.000-07:002013-04-14T01:14:03.038-07:00All In A Day's Practical.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: inherit;">5:45. Woke up. Bathe. Solat. Photocopy materials. Go to school. Stuck in a jam. Clock in. Teach. Bell. Teach. Eat. Bell. Clock out. Solat. Sleep. Solat. Bathe. Solat. Lesson Planning. Facebook. Back to lesson planning. Twitter. Back to lesson planning. Making teaching aids. 3 am. Sleep. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The cycle continues,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">the energy drains,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">but the smile shall never fades. I promise.</span></b><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b>"A****"! </b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b>"Sit down!"</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b>"Why won't you copy this?"</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b>"If you do that again, I will send you to the police!"</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b>"Axxxx, come and sit next to me. Meh2"</b></span></div>
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Assalamualaikum..bismillah..</span></b><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: inherit;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">I've been busy. </span></b><b><span style="font-size: large;">You know I always have things to write, except the time. Currently, I am doing my teaching practice at a primary school here in the island. So far, I can say that I love this job.</span></b></span><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Tiring, yes. It gets really stressful at times, too. Really stressful, I almost cried when doing lesson planning. Honestly, there's no one occupation in this world which is easy; tell me, even a job like being the canteen auntie is difficult. What differs is how much you use your brain. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Anyway, teaching has been a part of my life; it's a family thing, my grandmother was a teacher, my aunts and uncles are teaching too, I'm the third generation teacher in the family, so I ought to pull this right! It's family business!</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Well, not really. I ought to do this right, true, but definitely not because it's for the family namesake. Because this is my job, my responsibility, my amanah. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Because I want to get Allah's blessing. Everyday, every morning, let's make this our main intention, our nawaitu, no?</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">And because of the children, they really need so much from us. </span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b><span style="background-color: white; color: #e06666; line-height: 18px;">I went in for relief class in one of the last classes. I told them to do their work as their maths teacher did give them some. Some did it, some didn't. I told them that if they didn't know how to do it, they can come and consult in me. </span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #e06666; line-height: 18px;">Then there was this boy who really looked like he was really trying hard, flipping through the multiplication table</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #e06666;"> book and all. So I thought, must be the smartest one in class, so rajin.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #e06666;">Moments later he came and said that he didn't understand, so I was glad to teach him how to, until I heard the older children said,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: red;">"teacher, he doesn't know anything."<br />"teacher, he's not clever."</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #e06666;">I know this is common for children, to be rather direct and not sensitive, so I said that some people are good at different things. Like a footballer may not be good in studies and etc.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #e06666;">and then I heard,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: red;">"teacher, he's not good in anything."<br />"his brain doesn't function."</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #e06666;">The boy with learning difficulties, Shahrul, began to cry. I was so mad at the other pupils and told them off.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #e06666;">Mad, but mostly very sad for Shahrul. I was touched too. Slow and yet willing to learn. What does that make me? What does that make the rest of us *sigh.</span></span></b></span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>"If I want to teach you, are you willing to?" </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"><b>without thinking he nodded. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><b>"I want."</b></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>"Go home and ask your parents."</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"><b>The next day he came with a smile in his eyes. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><b>"Teacher, my mother said yes!" </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"><b>I've never seen a boy so excited about learning.</b></span><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">So much love, so much guidance, so much attention. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Attention, I noticed that in them, they strive for it. Like the time when I asked them to do exercises, and one of them will show me to see if it's correct, and I will praise that one little fellow, and then the rest of the class will raise their hands up hoping I would check theirs and give the same praises too. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">This happen not only in the good classes but the average and weaker ones too. They want to be good. I haven't really seen one who really wants to be bad. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">I don't know, I've been in school for 2 weeks, maybe I don't have much say in this. But children will always be children, the darling little children of Paradise. If they are bad, whatever reason they are so, it's not them; it's the parents, it's the friends, it's the bad influence on mass media; it's not them.</span></b><br />
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><b>They need so much help and guidance, too. </b></span><br />
<span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><b>"Ustazah, I would really like to solat, but I don't know how to"</b></span><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Alhamdulillah. My prayers are with you A****. See? Even when they are naughty, they don't want to be bad. They still want to be something good, </span><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">so it's really our job to show them the way. To trust them and to believe that they can do it. To see the good in them. To give them love. To make du'a for them.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">O Allah, please ease my way. </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">O Allah, please help my pupils,</span></b><br />
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schueismhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03966770852714343122noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926121588324253246.post-91382010129716219732013-03-16T20:12:00.000-07:002013-10-20T01:07:55.811-07:00Of Reflecting, Q&Q and losing loved ones..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><b>Which I, sometimes, have problems in dealing with. Astafighrullah. </b></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><b>1. Learn to accept Allah's Qada & Qadar. Whatever happens, bear in mind that Allah permits it to happen. And Allah knows best and will give us the best. What is our ground of objection? What do we know?</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><b>2. This advice usually come from people who have lost their loved ones. Their family members, esp. But I still have mine and everyday I am most grateful to Allah about that, and so should you be. It's one of our greatest rahmat. So appreciate them , love them, make lots and lots of du'a for them. Be kind and nice to them, and always come home to visit them (justifies my homesickness hehehehe) . A daily phone call or text message is the least that we can do. Please, I beg all of you to do so and not wait till its too late. </b></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><b>May Allah bless their soul and place them amongst the solehs and solehah. Aamiin. </b></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><b>This blog's name is in honour of Allahyarhamah Dr. Yasmin, who, when I was 19, told us to reflect and write a reflection on everything that we learnt. I was often punished for not doing so, though. Anyway, all credits to her. </b></span></span></div>
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<b><b><span style="font-size: large;">Busy, crazy hectic week. Thank Allah for giving me an opportunity to let loose and relax for a while, at the same time, enjoyed the beauty of His creation. </span></b></b></div>
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<b><b><span style="font-size: large;">I mean my short Jaulah to Terengganu just recently. Alhamdulillah, I really had a great time. Really miss the place badly, and the food as well hehehe. </span></b></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Although, due to time and budget constraint, I only had the chance to explore parts of Terengganu, mainly Kuala Terengganu, </span></b><b style="font-size: x-large;">I really fell in love with this place. I mean, I've been to almost all the states in the peninsular and I must say, Terengganu is on top of the list =D</b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Needless to say, Terengganu is a blessed place..and really I have a lot to write about it but not the time! </span></b></div>
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<b><b><span style="font-size: large;">So for now I'll just serve you with what I captured of Terengganu.</span><span style="font-size: large;"> Talk to you later, assalamualaikum =D</span></b></b></div>
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<b style="font-size: x-large;">p.s. Going to Alor Setar this weekend, let see if I'll fall in love again.teehee</b></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b>To be brutally honest, I have quite a lot to tell. But I just couldn't seem to find the words for it. Nevermind, we'll do something that'll be a tad bit different from the main theme of this blog. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b>Err, okay, since when does this blog has a theme? </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b>Nevermind that for now. Here's some pictures that I took recently, of Allah's creation, The Sun. I uploaded them in Facebook but since not many of you can have access to it (believe me you don't want to be), I decided to put it up here. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b>How beautiful, right? And to think that I didn't even use a professional, advance, expensive camera, and I have no skills whatsoever in photography or photoshop. Nil. Just me and my baby little red camera. That's Allah creation. You can capture it with just about anything and it'll stay breathtaking.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b>Now let us ponder and think about it for a while, all these beautiful scenes, all these, they can't be a mere coincidence, can they? There must be a Creator behind it, and there can only be One. </b></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 17.99715805053711px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b>p.s. Funnily though, I believe that these pictures, or rather these sights and scenery will look better if you view it with your naked eyes. Seriously, our eyes are the best lens ever. No DSLR can ever challenge that one up. Allah Allah. Alhamdulillah. </b></span></span></div>
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