Monday, October 4, 2010


Emy Ismail October 4 at 10:32pm .... AS I was writing to a  special FB friend ... Aishah Schwartz.
A miracle has taken over ME this morning. Alhamdulillah I did not have to go through what I went through with Amir Harith's birth two years and 8 months ago. When I was seated outside the labor room, I could hear everything... I mean from the little unborn's heart beat, with loud thumping noise coming from the monitor, the hassle and bustle, the nurses' voices trying to coax the mother-to-be between pushing, correct breathing, puffing and what naughts... that sent me frantically praying and saying my duas endlessly for her safe delivery. My heart beat went as rapid as it could. I was overly anxious. My mind went as wild as all the imaginations took me. Despite that, after reciting Yaasin, I still managed to write those encounters in a little green book which this morning, I did not forget to bring along. I was prepared to write something of that sort... if not worse.

SO when my watch showed 10:00a.m,  I took out my blue ball point pen, I detached its cap, turning the pages to locate a fresh new page and I found myself  asking from the deepest part of my heart... 

"What shall I write this time?   Where shall I begin"

I scribbled a few lines 
"I am now seated just as outside the labor room like how I did a couple of years ago to make dua for my darling eldest daughter as she was ready for another birth ..." 

I was perhaps on the same chair but obviously of similar design this time and outside the same room (?) trying to jot down as it is happening. And as though the "switch was off", my hand had stopped writing, my mind went almost dead with ideas, I slowly closed the little green book and to my utter astonishment, Nothing  absolutely nothing had came out of anything.  It had happened spontaneously as though the norm had taken place. No words to describe anything from the labor room which was only a few feet away from me. There was absolutely NO sound coming from there.  Only the nurses, Professor Silay from Cambodia and some assistance nurse were seen carrying out their "normal" duties.

So, I carefully, nicely
folded and put away the little faithful green book into my black hand bag, and went on with Surah Yaasin reading a couple more times with a deep thought that struck the bottom of my inner heart, that this time, I had wanted to welcome my little grand daughter with this beautiful and distinguished Surah.  

Just as I was finishing...

The young gentleman who is a banker with May Bank Selayang named, Mr.Jamal, whose wife was admitted at 1:00a.m, whom I saw was in great pain as she was shoved on a wheel chair by her own mom, had delivered their second baby at 1:30a.m,   had stopped by to ask if my new grandchild has arrived.  He was showing his concern. 

Last night, since Tasha was still away from giving birth , I managed to offer my solat hajat  (special prayer) for his wife, whom I never got to know her name, and of course to my daughter. As soon as I finished my prayer, I rushed up to the 10th floor of UMSC (University Malaya Specialist Center).

As the lift door opened, instantly, I heard a very loud cry coming from the labor room. Which labor room??? I wasn't sure.  So, I was half running towards Tasha's room.  It was not her baby but it was Mr.Jamal's baby.  

He was born without anyone around except  his own grandmother and obviously his own mother.  Later, the nurses were heard running towards them. The nurses had miscalculated his time of arrival. They thought it was going to be hours later although she had already "breaks her water bag"...

You cannot tell THESE five elements in life which are ALL and ONLY in the knowledge of Allah the ALMIGHTY!!! Subhanallah!!!!!!!!  First is : what is in the womb of a woman.  Second, when (referring to the exact timing) is the birth taking place.  Third: when is the death taking place  Fourth:  what is your fate in life.  Fifth: when is world coming to an end?

Alhamdulillah syukur. Masyaallah and Subhanallah, their baby has already been delivered just then. And Allah had answered my prayer for an easy and safe delivery for this particular baby.

"Not yet", I replied with a smile and felt so contented inside. 

"No noise, nothing. So I suppose there is no birth yet!"

He stood there smiling, in front of me.  Describing how his baby is getting on what to name him.  I had suggested Amir Hamzah which I instantly thought as "strong and perhaps powerful" .  Coincidentally he said,

"Yes, that's what me and my wife were thinking too, a name with an abbreviation of A and H".

"My first grandson's name is Amir Harith", said I.

Another MIRACLE!

Things had remained so peaceful since I was seated there for the past two hours. Then one of the nurses emerged from Tasha's room and I had asked if there was any progress?

"The baby isn't here yet?"  I asked innocently.

"Yes, the baby is already here, she was born at 10.27a.m"... 

WHAT? Alhamdulillah syukur. I guess my son-in-law was too over -whelmed with this second birth that he had unknowingly  and intentionally forgotten to take a peep out their door and inform us! He must also be over tired, fatigue and worn out with his sleepless night and eagerness to welcome his second baby.  He was there since 1:00a.m.

I was with Amir Harith and Zaza, my second daughter.  Just then Zaza had gone down to the parking lot , which was 10 floors below, to move her car which had blocked someone's vehicle.

But miraculously AND Alhamdulillah Syukur, this time Allah did not let me hear anything worrying  and causing anxiety  like that of two years and eight months ago. Nothing at all.  OR, was the door so "sound proof"? 

By the time I was asking the nurse, little Sofiya was already 13 minutes outside her mother's womb, born into this world, joining us all  and for the first time in her life, breathing this fresh air with no more water to float her in, no more womb to cuddle in, no more umbilical chord to be attached to and she is a free human being well wrapped up in the nice clean flannel cloth to be welcomed by all of us.

I felt this miracle had come from Allah Subhanahu wa Taala. Alhamdulillah.  For ME especially, this time there NO ordeal to go through.  It was like my life's journey was going to be taken away when I heard all those "anxious moments"  at Amir Harith's birth.  THIS time, there is great difference.  Allah Is Great, Allahu akbar!! It was the most pleasant and rarest journey of my life. Allah had listened, answered and Blessed my prayer... Amen Ya Robbil'alamiin.

Since you, Aisha Schwartz,  have become a special part of my life, I want to share this wonderful and indescribable experience first , with you and then with the rest of my blogger friends and fans who silently crept in and out of my blog land.

Special thanks to ALL who have offered their duas for Allah to facilitate this safe and smooth delivery:
My sisters and their families
My relatives from near and far
My friends from the Kuliah Dr.Abdullah Yasin : KGPA group
My classmates from school 1972 batch - STF.
and of course - not forgetting FB and blogger friends.

In return I now want to record my duas for all of the above: Thank you ALL:

May Allah Bless you, your family and friends with His LOVE and giving all of us longer lives with stronger faith in Him, Obey His Order to do what He like and Obey Him into leaving all His dislikes, giving us the opportunity of repentance and giving us pleasant experience and making Hisab easier  on the Day of Judgment.  Amin Amin Amin Ya Robbil'alamiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin.