Thursday, October 7, 2010
Monday, October 4, 2010
MIRACLES AND SOFIYA'S ARRIVAL
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.
MIRACLE!!!
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.
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.
MIRACLE!!!
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.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
AMAZING LITTLE FINGERS
Two days ago, (nope! Three, today) he had expressed himself to me...
"Harith want to sew beads" and I just had a good look at him.
Not reacting to his words positively.
"Harith, you are still small. I shall teach you when you are a little bit bigger and when you know how to handle the needle. It could be dangerous you know?"... trying to discourage him.
"Yes, I know" . He answered me sharply.
Yesterday, sitting in bed together with him, I recalled his interest and I thought, why don't I try. See if it works and see the wonders of Allah's Will and His wishes on His subjects.
So, I asked (almost confidently).
"Harith, do you want to try sewing beads?"
"Yes! Harith want to. I want to." Excitedly pushing towards me.
He managed to hold the needle correctly...When the needle was placed onto the garment, I told him two simple words,
"Harith, Say Push" and as he pushed the needle with his thumb and index finger alternatively and appropriately. I next told him...
"Harith, Say Pull" and he repeated after me faithfully holding and pulling away the needle perfectly correct! Amazing how Allah wants to show His Greatness... Meanwhile, I reached out for my hand phone and snapped these pictures.
I shall now let the pictures speak for themselves.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
NO COOKING BUT...
One of my daughters had decided that there would be no cooking for this Raya, so we dialed up 019xxxxxxx that belonged to Wan so and so to purchase some NASI DAGANG and NASI MINYAK Trengganu for a specified number of pax. Hah! Sounds practical ain't it?
She said,
"I do not want to cook for this year's Eid celebration. It's tiring, I just want to buy the food!".
She said,
"I do not want to cook for this year's Eid celebration. It's tiring, I just want to buy the food!".
So buying we shall.
"Hello Kor! This is K.P. How about the Hari Raya this year? Are you going home to KT for the Eid?" .
Eager as I was ... shooting a polite question the infamous WS who is our expert in ND and NM. We seldom miss those great food of Terengganu in Subang Jaya on week ends. Once, I remember having them on two consecutive days and at the same time spotting him sitting in his favorite chair close to the entrance smoking and burning away his internal organs.
"Kor, what did you put in your Nasi Dagang?" I asked jokingly which he quipped with a sharp response...
" I letok (put) ganja (drugs) inside... Hahahahahah" he went on laughing continuously for a few good minutes.
His most prompt response had almost took me by surprise but of course I do not doubt this former banker's intelligence who at one point turning into a remisier which subsequently turning into a very successful businessman teaming up with his beautiful partner, Nah whose cooking of beautiful, aromatic, soft-long-grain nasi dagang ever found in the Klang Valley have attracted us all. Rain or shine, their special Nasi Dagang and Nasi Minyak would surely go into our noisy plastic bags despite the campaign against using the later. I normally get discounts or a box of extra Nasi Dagang each time I patronise their food stall which of late has some added exotic delicacies like laksam, pulok gaow nyor, roti paong/bluda, tepong kapo, rojok betik, nasi kapik ssamba to name a few.
To my earlier question, he gave a rather unwelcoming answer (sounding so especially to me).
"This year I rasa nok balik beraya di KT aaa. Lama doh dok balik. Dok wak nasi dagang aaaa. But I would let you know in case of any changes". Was his answer... (he was going back to his home town -same as mine, for the Eid celebration).
"But could I place my order before you go off and place the food in my freezer?" I gave him some mind-shooting queries.
"I would not guarantee that they would look and taste the same as very fine delicacies". Was his replies.
" Oh, okay then, please prepare me the dishes (lauk) if you could and I shall cook the nasi myself. I think am good enough at handling them". Was my not-giving-up response and some compromising "a quick-try-question".
"Well, I would let you know of this outcome if I were to change plans". There you go... some hopeful answer which was worth the try, thought I!
While we were going through this fasting period comfortably, a few days ago, there was this happy news coming through my mobile from a very familiar number.
"KP, I just wanna tell you that I dok jadi (not) going home for the Raya. Too many people requesting for them food and I guess you could now place your order through the SMS and I shall take note"...
WOW! Some happy news to share with my children. After confirming with my daughter, I placed the order and we were supposed to go to his house collecting the food early morning of the Eid which would be Friday the 10th. That solved the "NO COOKING" order from my daughter, Za2.
But this morning, I already went to the 100 percent Halal Shop called Metamorph in Pantai Dalam which sells almost all the consumer items required, to get some Organic Halal Chicken, fish, prawns and squids.
The "No Cooking rule" was "broken". I have prepared the "ayam masak merah's sauce", half fried the cleaned, skinned and well cut up pieces which I rarely do... Normally the skinning, cutting up and even de-boning would be done by the chicken seller but this shop offered nischt such services. This is the first time ever, I managed to pull them internal organs through with my own hand, cleaning them up, putting them by the chopping board waiting to be bathed under the tepid water with its last rinse accompanied by recitation of Selawat. Once done, I counted how many pieces I have already cut them into and placed them in the metal colander to drain the excess liquid before marinating with salt, turmeric powder and a few squeezes of line juice to enhance the taste.
The "No Cooking rule" was "broken". I have prepared the "ayam masak merah's sauce", half fried the cleaned, skinned and well cut up pieces which I rarely do... Normally the skinning, cutting up and even de-boning would be done by the chicken seller but this shop offered nischt such services. This is the first time ever, I managed to pull them internal organs through with my own hand, cleaning them up, putting them by the chopping board waiting to be bathed under the tepid water with its last rinse accompanied by recitation of Selawat. Once done, I counted how many pieces I have already cut them into and placed them in the metal colander to drain the excess liquid before marinating with salt, turmeric powder and a few squeezes of line juice to enhance the taste.
Busy, ain't it? Yes, indeed I was. With a helping hand from Dee who is now, as I am writing this, already fast asleep and already away in her dream land beside me, I managed to even prepare Kuoh Rojok Betik which is quite tedious to prepare. With yet another extra hand to look after little Harith, who by now could relate stories from his own experience and from him observing others doing, Hafiz also in his capacity managing well with the de boning of 8 pieces of banana leaf-wrapped-grilled Ikang Selayang (Sardines) to be pounded (?) and added into the boiling chilly and bones of kurau salted fish to enhance its taste. Some tamarind juice were added with salt and plenty of sugar to offset the hot burning chilly taste. They were left to boil on the stove for a good an hour and more to ensure that the sauce devoid any uneasy stomach-ache which might be encountered by my guests.
A couple of dishes for breaking of fast were also prepared. Sambal Prawn and Petai adding to the list of menu to wet the appetite together with Grilled Fish in mild coconut sauce.
Well, by night time am done with them all. Dee was helping to pack them up and away into the freezer they all went, stacking up on top of other already frozen food... ready for consumption in two days time...
Who says then that there is no cooking??? I have two more uncut chickens from the four I had bought this morning to be cooked as rendang on Thursday (?)...
Lets see what's happening then. Meanwhile, I better get some rest and sleep. Come tomorrow I should imagine the unending chores already waiting.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Wishing you the blessings of Eid,
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 Eid Day, Harun al Rashid on his steed Riding in his Imperial robes, into the street Soldiers clearing the Sultan's path And the people applauded. Bahalul the Wise Fool stopped Harun in his tracks And recited words to guide the Grand Caliph and through him, down to us - And the gist of it is this: The Festival is not for dressing up in fine new clothes. The Festival for serving Allah and being aware of your Lord. To celebrate is to be Sultan not of your realm but of your heart. Sultans of the realm pass into oblivion, but the Sultan of the heart is never forgotten. To celebrate the Festival is to be delivered from the divine punishment at the Resurrection. The Festival is not for the wearing of perfumes, but for being regretful of one's sins, repenting and not committing them again. It is not for riding on horseback, but for giving up one's faults. Not about sitting on the imperial throne, but about crossing the dreadful Bridge, to sit on the thrones of Paradise. It is not for boasting about one's palaces and power, but by bringing the light to the darkness of the tomb and equipping it through good works. The mighty Caliph heard this and wept. Wishing you the blessings of Eid, Selamat hari Raya, maaf zahir bathin - Awang Goneng |
***This came into my inbox @gmail... which I thought is worth publishing... so I do not have to write a new one.
SELAMAT HARI RAYA EIDL FITR TO ALL MY BLOGGER FRIENDS ... wherever you are!
Sunday, August 29, 2010
UPDATED: Arson
UPDATED: Arson at future Islamic Center site 'takes it to a whole new level'
UPDATE: 1 P.M.
One piece of construction equipment at the future site of the Islamic Center of Murfreesboro was set afire in the overnight hours while others had gasoline poured on them, according to a spokesperson for the ICM.Carmie Ayash, spokeswoman for the ICM, told The DNJ Islamic Center officials were contacted by the sheriff’s department around 1:30 a.m. Saturday in reference to the damaged equipment. It appeared gasoline had been poured on several pieces of equipment at the site and one was lit afire. Ayash said it appeared the responsible arsonist was spooked during the act and fled the scene before other equipment could be set on fire.
“We were contacted by police department around 1:30 a.m,” Ayash said Saturday afternoon. “They said someone had caught fire to some of the equipment. I think they lifted the hood and poured gas into the hood and set it on fire.
“The other equipment had gasoline poured on it but was not set on fire. It seems like it was intentional. Probably, whoever did it got caught in the middle of the act, got scared and left.”
Authorities working the scene did not specify whether gasoline or some other accelerant was used to start the fire.
Islamic Center officials have contacted the FBI and Department of Homeland Security, according to Ayash, and sheriff’s department investigators “told us they will be investigating this as a hate crime.” Ayash later said sheriff’s officials “asked her to correct her statement,” adding they plan to explore several different motives while investigating the arson.
Ayash said the most recent vandalism to the site “takes it to a whole new level.” The site has already been the target of two other vandalisms, both aimed at a sign marking the future site.
“Everyone in our community no longer feels safe,” she said. “To set a fire that could have blown up equipment and, God forbid, spread and caused damage to the neighbors there ... we really feel like this is something that we and the neighbors don’t deserve. When they (ICM officials) called me this morning I started crying.
Ayash said it appears the intention of the arsonist was to scare members of the Islamic community and she added the arsonist has succeeded.”
The spokeswoman told The DNJ that Islamic Center officials have tried, unsuccessfully, to contact construction company, Ole South Properties, Inc., about the arson to its equipment.
“They did hurt the construction company,” Ayash said. “It’s not hurting us. It did put us in a fearful state, so they did accomplish that. I don’t understand where this is coming from.”
Check back at dnj.com throughout the day for more on this developing story.
— Mark Bell, 615-278-5153
REPORTED EARLIER:
An apparent case of arson to construction equipment at the site of the future Islamic Center of Murfreesboro is under investigation at this hour by fire investigators from the Rutherford County Sheriff’s Office and employees of the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives.
Sheriff’s department Lt. Randy Groce, who was at the site on Veals Road at Bradyville Pike Saturday morning, told The Daily News Journal that it was unclear “exactly what we’ve got here,” and declined further comment until more facts can be gathered. It is unclear whether the RCSO or ATF will lead the investigation at this point, he added.
Crime scene tape surrounded several pieces of construction equipment at the site around 10:30 a.m. Investigators, including arson investigator Groce, remained at the scene.
The current site of the Islamic Center of Murfreesboro, located near the intersection of South Church Street and Middle Tennessee Boulevard, was closed when a Daily News Journal reporter went there to seek comment on the matter. No one from the center could be immediately reached via telephone this morning.
Check back at DNJ.com throughout the day for more on this developing story.
— Mark Bell, 615-278-5153
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
REPLIES TO COMMENTS FOR POSTING DATED 22nd AUGUST
- Deepest Condolence to your friend from my family and I for the passing away of her loved one. I too have ailing father and mother. Both are bed-ridden now. It is always a pity to see them both unable to walk. To Allah I pray that they will not suffer too much and they will endure the great tests calmly and with full of patience.
- August 23, 2010 12:09 PM
Assalamualikum Datuk Dr.Azahar,
Thanks for the earlier comment on the Halal issue... I wrote a long reply but similar fate was met.
Anyway, she is my mom's cousin and so was he. She is my pic,confidante and the best of everything... a friend, a sister... you name it that's what we are.
Insyaallah, I shall convey your condolences to her when I see her tomorrow. Today, she is not at work, resting and reconciling with the sudden loss.
I am so sympathetic towards the conditions of both your ailing parents. But to some consolation, this is the time (perhaps) Allah takes away their sins, time of repentance, time to see which of their children come forward willingly to visit, feed them, clean them and most of all... YOU are still lucky to have them around. You are still able to seek forgiveness from them, to seek rewards from Allah for taking care of them and to pray hard for them so that they may leave in "husnulkhatimah". Amin.
Sometimes, we do not realize the way Allah Bless us. He has his ways, mysterious to us, but that is the best for us. We go through pains, sufferings, hurts, frustrations and all, the next we should find eternal peace, more patient, sins forgiven, feelings enlightened, Blessing In Disguise, new life awaiting, new opportunities popping up, we learn to endure them and in the end we know WHY! It is not an easy task to enter Jannah. We have to go through His Tests and Tribulations on this earth, while we are still breathing. Why all these test??? They are to make us getting closer to Him, practicing His Commands: Obey Him by doing what He like and Obeying Him into leaving all that He dislike. BERBUAT EHSAN to all human kinds and His subjects is the ultimatum. Wallahu'alam.
I pray that Allah shall lighten the burden of both your parents and all of your siblings in handling them... Amin.
Wassalam.
- Allah yarham 'ayah cik Lah'was someone I knew well, a very fine gentleman. He was younger than me in school, making me 'abang' to him. I usually addressed him as a simple 'Wan'. I regret, being in Trengganu I have not seen him for many years. An sms I received early yesterday morning of his demise shocked me. How I wish I had taken the trouble to contact him earlier. Such is life. There is always something we regret when it is all too late. Alfathihah to Arwah from Pakcik Hassan and family.
- August 23, 2010 6:13 PM
- GrandmaK said...
- My sincerest sympathy for your loss! Praying god will send you consolation and peace! Cathy
- August 23, 2010 7:23 PM
Cathy, yes. Thanks to Allah, He is sending some consolation and peace to me and the bereaved family... and thanks to you too for this sincere message. I shall pass on to my relatives. Am sure they would feel happy to receive.
Indeed I feel extremely funny to reply these comment in a post. But this was an idea from a friend whom I spoke to late this evening. It became extremely intolerable to find replies went missing right in front of you as you click "publish comments"... And that is not all Cathy, I find difficulties too in 'sign in"...
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