WHAT IFS

Doc,

It's too long to answer your what ifs in my comment column. So, I opt to post it here.

Whatever your questions are, they never have happened and they were already destined to happen so... BUT for SURE their pains were enormous!

After 8 years? She must have been in low profile indeed. Otherwise, they would have spotted her much earlier. How to hide her? She was obviously "a white girl" and was the talk of the town that later created history in so many countries until today... as I am writing this post. I am deeply saddened by her episodes in life... I am eagerly waiting for The Movie to come.

BUT the unfair parts were...

**NO one knew their true feelings and sufferings, when she and her "foster mother" were torn apart, snatched off their sacred love and faith in each other, separated, leaving four empty arms...helplessly screaming their hearts out "in silent", immensely torturing and unbearable...

**Strongly she went on with her life and throughout she was suffering ... Silently suffering. I believed so!

But since everyone were so focusing on her, did anyone pause to ponder about her paternal mother?

**Imagine the "LOST" she felt, with her little girl "given" to another person to take care of.

**How did she feel when there were no traces of little girl and her foster mother ... She was also torn apart... shattered, helpless, teary days and nights lasted for so long... separated by the cruel war and the "fate".

**What's left was only her body and soul intact with her but her feelings of hope to see, to hold, to hug, to feed, to love and to nurture her little girl were cruelly sheared away.

**She was for so long, living and endure all the hurts and anguish, while hopelessly hoping to be with her child.

**Fate was on her side... although torn between two mothers must have been extremely painful... she has the rights over her child. Could we imagine how joyous she must have been winning the court case and having her "baby" in her arms again????? and away they flew home to home sweet home.

**But I am sure she thanked Cik Aminah greatly for "saving" Nadra's life from the evil of the war.

We now witnessed their extensive sufferings from these blogs...Three ladies, people with beautiful hearts tragically suffered at the hands of the war... I believe people who posted in their blogs were "immensely touched" by what they write... I DO!

I am eagerly waiting for the movie...

NO WORDS TO EXPRESS

28th February

After a late breakfast, we went out to get Diyanah's (aka Aunt Dee aka my youngest daughter) book from MPH bookstore located at One Utama. Aunt Zaza (my second daughter) drove her car.

(All the aunts and uncle "terms" are referred to names and titles addressed by Harith)

Meanwhile, Harith, his Mama (aka my eldest daughter aka Tasha) and his Papa (aka Rizal) went to a different destination for khenduri doa selamat ( Thanks Giving) for his mom in Perak. I was also invited but with prior arrangement already set with Diyanah, I did not go along with them.

After we were done with lunch, window shopping and all... we came home.

Guess what had happened??????????

My "young man in my heart" had a GREAT surprise for ME and all of us!!!!!!! He had traveled home from his campus located a few hundred kilometers away without us knowing. It was indeed a pleasant surprise and the best gift for the last day in February.

I asked why are you home? (was that appropriate? asking someone who came home?????)...

He said "I read your blog "The Emergency Treatment" and I decided to come home and see how you are doing!!!!!!!!!!

MY HEART WENT .... I just don't know how to describe... was deeeeeeeeeeeply touched at his gesture and it was a HUGE sacrifice.

Tears, YES real tears flowed down my cheeeeeeeeeeeks...... endlessly!

Never have I thought that my third child, aka Hafiz aka Uncle Fiz aka the young man in my heart... would be struck HARD to discover something we had kept from him (for not wanting him to get worried) through MY BLOG...

During my Asar Prayer... TEARS kept flowing. How thankful I was to Allah The Most Gracious and The Most Merciful for sending this "message" to Hafiz and for striking his heart to come home AND most of ALL for sending home my son to ME. Its so very wonderful to know, to discover and to experience Allah's Will that touched my vary heart and soul.

Hafiz, there is NO words to express my gratitute to you...
for making your sudden appearance
the moment the door flung opened
your huge smile greeted US all in the living room...
....such an unforgettable and most appreciated deed

We have NEVER thought you would be so thoughtful...

Sorry though Hafiz!
When you arrived, no one was home
No lunch was kept but a week old roti canai
found its way into your tummy... hihihihi...

How sweet of YOU
You were beyond our expectations

Taking a cab to the bus station from your campus
On arrival in Kuala Lumpur
Taking the path to the LRT station on foot
Stopping at KL Central Station
Hopping into another cab
Through Damansara the driver drove you...
To an empty home... and empty arms....



...... this is the power of blogging...
pst! I knew someone else (living near me) is also reading my scribe and knew what went on with me through this blog!

HAFIZ! He was one of the silent and most frequent visitor from Johor Baru....never dropped lines in comment columns...