Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Dr. Kate Paczek
Your warm personality brought us to the Petaling Jaya Hilton for breakfast that lasted several hours with well-tucked-up-food which possibly left not well digested till dinner time. How on earth did we manage that? I would not be able to answer you now because it was beyond my imagination that an 8 o'clock eating could surprisingly stretched until 11 o'clock???
That was not an only occasion. Another meal at the Sunway Pyramid in Subang Jaya was another well stretched affair. The morning was not only filled with delicious food but intermittently saucy stories on both sides were graciously shared. Despite each frustrated story, we somehow, managed to keep away our tears. Good job, aye Kate?
All the way from Poland, Kate migrated to Australia with her mother named Ruth who occasionally visited her in Malaysia. She is now working or probably a co-owner of Premier Chiropractor since the year 1998. She has been a friend and a healing specialist to my family.
Since 1998, I have recieved my free treatment from her which continued until a couple of years later. When Tasha was suffering from her back problem, the "free" treatment changed hands...not for a couple of weeks, not months, but years to come until today. Would you believe it? Kate is more than just a friend.
I just cannot find any better or more proper words to say THANK YOU to you Kate for such a kind treatment to us...
During the treatment, we would be giggling and laughing away in the room. Once done, after fixing another appointment, we parted with hugs and well wishes...until the next couple of weeks to come. One such giggle was about the Hair Cuts...see my earlier post in The Hair Cut, The Tears and The Scissors.
Her former clinic was in SS2, Petaling Jaya and her receptionist was Miss Ong who was nice and friendly to me. But not to my children's liking, she seemed quite serious with them. Perhaps I looked more matured to deserve her respect and warmth. Her new clinic of two years old is located in Cheras. Her new receptionist is called Miss Lee.
Once you reached the clinic which is on the first floor, normally the door bell would surely be rung. From the reception counter, came Miss Ng (pronounce as Eng), opening the door and with a stiff smile and firm voice,
"Please take off your shoes" she ordered.
Obediently, we did and arrange them in a row on the carpeted floor.
One day, Amir Harith was also ordered to take of his shoes.
"Please take off his shoes" ordered her.
His Mama, Tasha was laughing away in amusement...silently. Since when a seven month old little lad walks on his own on the road and gets his shoes dirty?
"Oh don't worry, he has not started walking on the road yet".
She held her laughter until she got into her car, an hour later.
That was routine. So she has to say it out no matter to whom, when and how?
Tomorrow, at ten a.m. we shall see her for Tasha has an appointment for her recent back ache. Amir Harith would surely tag along because Grandma aka Wan aka baby sitter aka child minder, would be bestowed with another post that is "an executive driver".
Such a multi tasking Grandma...
Anyway, this special posting is for you DR.KATE. Thank you, gracias, danke shen, sie sie ni, terima kasih...on being a doctor with healing hands and a friend who listens, cries and laughs together.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
I never touched a computer in my entire life
Go on touch one now
Oh it is very easy
But why are the words went missing?
You touch this key (edit - redo)
Oh I see
It's easy after all?
YES of course
Now you can start a blog of your own too
Oh can I?
YES, go to "how to create blog"...
Tra la la la la LA, la! LA!
How do they rank a blog?
Oh that I cannot answer you
I have no idea what and how they do
What do they look for in a blog?
I don't have any ideas at all
Anyway, you are now another granny blogger
Do not be afraid of the key board
They are harmless
What is harmful is the virus
Okay, okay I have got the hang of it now
Oh it's not difficult after all?
Hey I can read other blogs too?
YES, they are all wonderful
You could soon learn to upload pictures too
OH CAN I?
YES Of course...
Aaa, I have some beautiful pictures to share too
So? Is it that difficult?
Not at all!
Hey, could I borrow your laptop now?
I too want to start another story now
Just a few minutes, can okay?
I have to visit one particular blog
Goofy Girl's Blog
I saw her writing
Ta, have to go now and read
What she has written...
Never mind, I shall go to CC then
Ya, You better do mam
You pay a little bit if you wish
But longer blogging needs more money
No need to rush, take your time
Appreciate all that you read
I tell you, you could learn a lot
Enjoy yourself, okay?
BUT friend, do not forget to visit
This blog link too okay?
Then make sure you bookmark it
Okay, I will
Don't you worry, dear
Just a little while ago, while editing some links here, nenek sebelah called me from Singapore. She went home to say hello and good bye to her neighbors there before leaving for London to live with her daughter's family for the next three years. She sounded very jovial indeed. This coming Tuesday, she would be back to Kuala Lumpur to join her children who are all living and working here.
Farewell, adios, Auf Wierdesehen, chai chien, selamat tinggal.....
Sitting on the linen wooden box measuring may be 4.6 feet by 4 feet (I would make a non committal statement here as may be, for there was no sense of sizes then), at 11:30p.m. on forgotten day, in the year of 1971. We were pushing ourselves up onto it because it was quite tall for our heights. So eager were we, to share our stories that were not told and ever repeated elsewhere ...
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
1.3.2008 was the aqiqah ceremony day for Harith. He was all dressed up, put in a borrowed crib from aunty Hannah Sarah...the pillow case was kept and passed down from Mama...it was done by great grand mother, MA. Mama was by Harith's side before it all begun.
Getting some rest after coming home from work...relaxing in mom's bed...all well barricade in case Harith falls off the bed.
After a hard days work, Harith is ready to retire but before he does, here is a special post for every blogger. So long, nighty nite.
Lots of love from a charming little prince....
Sunday, August 10, 2008
I was so busy since my last Thursday's post...
She is so special to us all, whose lives she has touched
In one way or another, she has magical hands
She has wonderful heart, a humble and loving heart
She crossed our paths in lives just on time...
All of us were seriously tested of our faith and perseverance
Her children and hubby went to Mecca to perform the UMRAH
Leaving her behind with me and her five other children
To attend and care with Allah's constant help
After the frantic "emergency call" last week at 12 midnight
She is miraculously well looked after, blessed and loved
Thursday, August 7, 2008
WOW! Am I not excited to see someone here now together with me in this blog? I hardly see any visitors coming by when I am busy editing or writing new posts. Ha ha ha, that make two of us, the author and the visitor. I just wonder, who it was that came by.
My most recent visitor is a young student in Matrics who was to leave his current studies to pursue his degree in Medicine, in Egypt. His comment is usually short, written in short forms which are legible by me. He came across my blog through one of my children, via her sms.
A very bright law student also came by after discovering my blog name in her father's blog. She is one of her kind. Should read about her in her dad's blog, Nature Lover. As a young girl, at that time, she managed one incident that involved her sick mother (she was taken ill suddenly) so well that I do not think any others would react as such today.
Each day I notice the counter is increasing, the number gets bigger and larger. Its exciting. So, there are visitors to this blog, silent visitors. My writes are not written in such a beautiful language with bombastic words, jargons and all. Its only a plain Jane language that looks simple and straight forward. Perhaps that tells a secret if you could guess...I won't spill the beans...
Others who have come by: Kak Moon and Abang Kamil, old friends, friends of my friends, Rohiyah, Zah Nor, Zaemah, my children (under persuasion) and most of them ...I do not know their names.
Some writes are meant as reminder to me personally...
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
8:00a.m begins the role call of the day.
"See you tonight", which might extend beyond Harith's bedtime.
The following itinerary, would be Wan's task to prepare Amir Harith's breakfast which consists of brown rice premixed with some nutrients quickly added into a small blue baby bowl quarter filled with warm water. Next is to fill up his feeding bottle with warm water to avoid him chocking from the mixture.
Once done, Wan took him to the bathroom for a quick bath, intermittently Wan would "steal" a chance to splash him with cold tepid water. Sometimes, on those days that he caught cold from his parents, he bathed later than usual. By 9:00a.m, he should be catching his morning nap.
By 4:00p.m his final nestle cereal feed would be ready and that would be followed by a bath. By the time Wan and Harith finished these shared tasks, Mama was ready to come home. Wan normally bundled Harith to the back of the car on his baby seat and together they drove to University Hospital which did not normally take too long. He normally made sounds if his name is called out. Otherwise, he just kept quiet, enjoying the scenery and whatever nature provided him to entertain his journey.
Once Mama is home, that remarkably marks the end of Wan's day with Harith. Unless otherwise...if Harith decided not to sleep early, then Cik Za and Wan would normally help Mama to settle him down.
After that, Wan would hold him and say Allahuakbar, to which he would spontaneously bend down to the mat. A couple of times, his legs and feet were correctly in position of "sujud" except after a few "hurts" while he pushed his head down to the floor , he now stopped dropping down his head.
Here comes the highlight and the event of the day.....He refused to sit alone like he did for the last couple of days before. When Wan joined him, he began the wrestling without any warnings. Wan's hair was reached out...by extending his fragile body towards the head...He succeeded this time. In return, Wan caught hold of him and he gave a big smile. When he was held up high, his feet landed on Wan's tummy and he was smarter that Wan thought. He reached for the upper part. Wan got up and wrestled him in return. He gave a chuckle that followed by a laughter...a continuous laughter.
This battle repeated few more times until both were sweating. Then the slower movement followed. When Wan lied down besides him, he again pulled her hair. But he was smart, he reached for her cheek and kissed her so that Wan did not tickle him. Once the nursery rhyme "Incy Wincy Spider" was sung, he wriggled and shrunk his body with a broad smile. He very well knew where Wan's hands were to end up and how they were felt. "One Two Buckle My Shoe" and "Ba Ba Black Sheep" were common to him.
By this time, it would be almost 4:00p.m and another feed would be ready. When Wan was going upstairs, he cried out so loud, almost screaming in temper. He won the battle! Wan came down and carried him up.
He smiled each time they both climbed up the steps, probably thinking that one day, he would surely climb up unaided! On the floor, in Wan's bedroom was a thick king size comforter folded into six to get the required thickness so that it would not hurt if he fell down. Pillows were all around him like barricades. Just like in the living room, cushions filled the space where he was to land. But he just knew too well which directions to turn to get Wan's attention.
Today, he patiently waited until Wan finished bathing and praying. Probably he knew too well he was all the time winning the battle.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
It takes different forms of minds and hearts
It gives messages and instincts to the chosen few
It gives the heart feeling of serenity
It gives and takes away remorseness and restlessness
Test and tribulations come in different forms
The most common would be illnesses
That too comes in different forms
The worse of its kind is the illness of the heart
That is where the iblis is housed and dominated
From there the mind is controlled and possessed
Every move it takes and each whisper it makes
Would lead a human to hell and hardships
Human would see worldly possessions and positions
As the wealth worth accumulate
Some of them are taken for a ride
Into the path of iblis and its followers
Humans are easily deceived by the rule of iblis
Misleading humans’ faith and loyalty into syiriq
From the one and only, Allah subhanahuwataala
Sadly, this is most incurable of all form of illness
Qulhuwallahuahad! Surah Al-Ikhlas that equates one third Al Quran
This is the surah to return oneself into the right path
It gives true tauhid and leads to hidayah
La ila ha illallah…pause and ponder upon it…
Understanding Allah’s existence as the absolute, as the only and one ness
Faithfully perform all His commands
Faithfully leaving all those He hates and despises
InsyaAllah, at this stage iblis would slowly leave
Its place of hibernation…
Allah’s gifts come in all forms
Some are with rahmat, while some are not
Those come with rahmat is accompanied by His love
Those that do not, is accompanied by His bala’ , tests, ‘ujub and takabur
Especially those who are drown with worldly glories
These are humans who forget Him constantly
The human who are poppers in His Rahmat and Rahim…
Reminding myself and those who come by
Persevere and endure His test with faith and thankfulness
And recite four times of Alhamdulillahirobbil ‘aalamiiin
Because his tests come with His Love and rahmat to us
Thus do not fret even a second of the breath you take
Tauhid Rububiyah, Tauhid Asma’ Wasifat and Tauhid Uluhiyah
Should remain in our hearts, minds and soul with Rahmat and Rahim
With faiths understanding in Al Quran and Sunnah
To prepare ourselves to meet Him
These should remain the ultimate goals in our lives
Tests and tribulations should be comfortably accepted
With smiles, iman, patience and thankfulness…
Sms were busy with traffics
News spread fast among those who cared
The former judge was congratulating you
The religious teacher was also wishing the same
For taking and having such a noble attitude
Yes, he had won in the court of the world
With manipulations and attitudes from all sectors
Justice delayed was justice denied
But your winning takes you to the court of Allah
Despite losing after an eight year old battle
The battle that seemed never was
With a staggeringly enormous bill by our standards
And taking the long strides with faith in Allah
Pays at last!
There is a Blessing in Disguise, do not worry
Allah takes care of everything in your life
He knows what to give and what to take away
Your strong faith and patience are the glory
In His eyes
May not be so in humans’ eyes
It’s Allah’s care, blessings and love that matters
Let the denial in justice with such manipulations
Cleanse all your sins in this world! Amiin.
Meanwhile Lara, just remain calm and look through
Not with your eyes but with your faith in Allah
Things happened for some reasons
The mysterious reasons that only Allah knows
Over inhuman behaves and characters
They have not chosen the path that you did
May Allah Bless you with a better heart and life!
When guiding light shines through our little hearts
Once guided never to loose them again
So many incidences are amazingly incredible
We plant in out pots with good soil and fertilizers
They grow much taller, larger and even gigantic
Without fertilizers and constant attentions from us
Allah wants us to ponder and think wise
About His existence, capabilities and His power
Amazingly incredible too, of human behaves and natur
They knew those are Allah's messages and orders
They knew too well Islam is Ad Din
But they are the followers of Qarin the evil
Before His final call and before ''taghor-ghor'' sounded