Thursday, October 8, 2009

Mother

The Role of the Mother


I would like to share this article so that we are well versed with our roles as mothers. For me I always take the roles seriously for I have to answer for it in the hereafter. Bless for all mothers in the world.

Article produced from a moderate Islamic website on the internet. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Every society is made up of blocks of family units. The stronger each block is, the stronger the structure of the society. Families are thus the building blocks upon which rests the fate of society. For the development of good families, the mother plays a vital role. Many women today have aspirations of progress in their careers, and degrees in various fields. However it is indisputable that the most important achievement of a mother is the raising of sensible, virtuous children who will then move on to build other strong blocks for society. It has been said that it is easy to bear children but it is difficult to raise them well. In that lies the challenge for all mothers.

Islam’s respect for the Mother

A Muslim mother has a valued and dignified role. Her contribution is acknowledged and appreciated. Her unparalleled gifts to the child have been aptly described by Imam Zaynul `Abidin (a) in Risalatul Huqooq – The Chapter of Rights.

It is the right of your mother that you should appreciate that she carried you [in her womb] the way nobody carries anybody, She fed you the fruits of her heart which nobody feeds anybody. She protected you [during pregnancy] with her ears, eyes, hands, legs, hair, limbs, [in short] with her whole being, gladly, cheerfully, and carefully; suffering patiently all the worries, pains, difficulties, and sorrows. Till the hand of God removed you from her and brought you into this world. Then she was most happy, feeding you forgetting her own hunger, clothing you even if she herself had no clothes, giving you milk and water not caring for her own thirst, keeping you in the shade, even if she had to suffer from the heat of the sun, giving you every comfort with her own hardships; lulling you to sleep while keeping herself awake.

The foundation of the family is laid with the decision to marry, and the importance of the mother is evident in Islamic teachings beginning with marriage, conception and then child rearing. The following points illustrate how Islam sanctifies the role of the mother

Emphasis on choosing a good wife

Islam advocates choosing of a wife based on moral characteristics. The Holy Prophet says: Marry into a decent family, for genes have effects. He is also reported to have encouraged Muslims to marry virtuous women in order to have virtuous children He has condemned those who look only for wealth and /or beauty when choosing a spouse.

Respect in this world

A mother commands great respect from her family. She is to be obeyed, and venerated. The Qur’anic verses which talk about the rights of parents include the mother. However the Holy Prophet (s) has enjoined goodness to the mother even before the father. A man once came for advice to him, as to who he should be good to. The Prophet (s) advised him to do good to his mother again. Three times the man asked, and three times the Prophet (s) told him to do good to his mother. At the fourth time, the Prophet (s) told him to do good to his father. This well-known story clearly illustrates the position of the mother in Islam.

Respect in the Hereafter

The famous hadith of the Holy Prophet (s) says: Jannat lies under the feet of the mothers. A woman came to the Holy Prophet (s) and asked why going for Jihad was not obligatory on women. She was afraid that women were barred from achieving the great reward for those who fought and died in the way of the Almighty. The Prophet (s) explained to her that a woman was a fighter in Allah’s way from the time she became pregnant up to the time she delivered, and from the time she began breast-feeding till the time she stopped. If she died during that period, her position would be that of a martyr. To raise a virtuous child is one of the greatest good deeds. It continues to bring reward even after death.

Holy Qur’an on the Mother

Allah says in Sura Luqman:

And We have enjoined man in respect of his parents - his mother bears him with faintings upon faintings, and his weaning takes two years - saying : “Be grateful to Me and to both your parents, to Me is the eternal coming. (31:14)

And in Sura Ahqaf He says:

And We have enjoined on man doing of good to his parents; with troubles did his mother bear him and with troubles did she bring him forth; and the bearing and the weaning of him was thirty months. (46:15)

In both the above verses, although both parents are mentioned, the mother is singled out as she bears a greater responsibility and ultimately a greater reward.

Two mothers are mentioned by name in the Qur’an. When Bibi Maryam, the mother of Nabi Isa (a) suffered the pangs of childbirth, she wished she was dead. She was all alone and worried about what was about to happen to her. At that time Allah consoled her and told her not to grieve. She was provided with fresh dates and water. She was also told to fast for three days by abstaining from talk, and Allah made the baby talk to prove that he was a miraculous baby (19:23-26). The mother is shown concern and consideration for her state. Allah does not abandon her, or reprove her by telling her that she is privileged to give birth to a Prophet. Although that was true, motherhood entails great difficulty, a fact recognized by the Qur’an.

Another mother mentioned by the Qur’an is the mother of Prophet Musa (a). When she was told to put her baby in the river, she was given an assurance that the baby would be returned to her. Allah knows the love of the mother, and knows it is difficult to give away one’s child. When the baby was picked up by Firawn’s wife, he refused to suck the milk of any foster mother. Prophet Musa’s sister then suggested that they try her mother. Mother and baby unite, and Allah’s promise was fulfilled. (Sura TaHa 37-40, Qasas 7-13)

Qualities of a Mother

A good mother has outstanding qualities. No one can replace her in the life of her children. The following are some of the things which make her so unique.

1. A deep love for her children

A mother’s love is unmatched. Whether young or old, healthy or handicapped, troublesome or obedient, the child is still beloved to the mother. This love may be displayed in various forms. Sometimes children misinterpret scoldings and rebukes to be a sign of lack of love. It is important to assure the child that he is always loved, even when his behavior warrants disciplinary measures. Such a child becomes confident and happy, and will never seek solace elsewhere. The love of the mother becomes a source of happiness and peace at home. Children feel attached to the home because of the mother.

2. Sacrifice and dedication

A mother gives up a great deal for the sake of the child. She gives up her time, her sleep, her pleasures etc. to ensure that the child is all right. As Imam Zaynul ‘Abidin(a) says in his book Risalatul Huquq (mentioned earlier), nobody comes even close to doing what a mother does for her child. That is why he says that it is only with help of the Almighty that one can thank the mother for all her sacrifice and efforts.

A good mother places the needs of the child, both physical and emotional needs, first. This is an important point to keep in mind, especially in these modern times. Women today are deluded by society into making their own careers and jobs more important than their homes. The home will always remain a woman’s most valuable work and that may require all types of sacrifices. It is not really a sacrifice, but is an investment which will reap great dividends.

3. Protection and security

A mother always tries to safeguard the child from danger and difficulties. However some mothers tend to be over protective. It is wise for the child to learn to face some problems in life, according to his age and circumstances. A coddled child will be unable to face the realities of the world when he grows up, a world which will not be as considerate of him as his mother.

The role of the Mother

A window of the child to the world

When a baby is born, he is totally unaware of the outside world. The mother plays an important part in introducing him to the world. The outlook that the child will form towards life depends a lot on the mother. His attitude, his views - religious or otherwise- his perspective on life and its goals, will all be gained from her. Eventually he will mature and perhaps form his own changed views, but the initial years and what he learns in them will always have a lasting impression on his mind.

Model for the child

Since the mother is the most important person in the life of a child, she is greatly revered. Her habits and behavior become a model for the child. Whatever the child observes from her, such as her housekeeping habits, her manners, her relationships with others, the way she spends money, and in general her lifestyle, will all undoubtedly affect the child’s character. A mother is said to be better than a hundred teachers. Her emotional strengths and weaknesses are an example for the child, and will be followed for many years to come even though all of it may not be worthy. People have been reported to be following their mother’s ways even when they know the mothers were wrong. It is almost like an unconscious reaction, and it takes effort to behave differently. Thus mothers have an important task of setting forth a good example. It may seem difficult, even impossible. Many mothers think it too great a burden to be acting near perfect all the time, even in the familiarity of their own homes. However it is a good training. What mothers will change in themselves for their children will become a habit, and will lead to a real change. It is not perfection that Islam demands from mothers, but a willingness to accept the responsibility of modeling good acceptable behavior.

Many great people remember their mothers and the role they played in nurturing their greatness. Syed ar-Radhi, the compiler of Nahjul Balgha, mourned the death of his mother greatly. He wrote a poem for her in which he says:

O Mother! I cry and shed tears for your separation hoping that perhaps the burning drops of tears coming out of my sorrowful eyes may melt and remove the mountain of sadness from my heart.

O Mother! You were such a precious jewel and valuable pearl that for getting you released from the plundering enemy’s hand I would have sacrificed everything in my possession as your ransom. But Alas! The death ahs snatched you away from my hand and nothing can be taken back from its deadly claws.

O Mother! If all the mothers of the world would have been righteous like you, indeed the children of the world would not have required the presence of their fathers.

O Mother! All are witness that you were an honorable and noble lady because you have handed over decent and noble children to society.

Excerpts from Meeting the Pious, Ash-Sharif ar-Radi

Shaykh Mutaza Ansari, a great Shi`a Jurist also wept bitterly at the death of his mother. One of his scholarly pupils reproached him, saying it did not befit a learned scholar to agonize so much over the death of his mother. The Shaykh replied: It seems you are not aware of the high status enjoyed by a mother. The proper training given by this mother of mine to me, and the numerous hardships borne by her for my sake elevated me to this position. The initial training given by her to me paved the way for my making all this progress and acquiring this high status in the world of knowledge.

Strengths of a Mother

The following qualities need to be acquired by all mothers.

Awareness of responsibility

Motherhood is a career, and those who take it up must try and excel at it. It is the duty of every mother to look into better techniques and strategies of parenting. A wide variety of material is available, both Islamic and secular. Although Islamic material may not be abundant in English, many secular books and magazines are published about parenting. Reading these from time to time helps increase awareness and vision. When a mother reads about problems that parents face, she is comforted by the fact that she is not alone. That is very reassuring as often parents assume they are the only ones having difficulties. Also, reading about solutions used by other people, or advice given by psychologists etc. helps broaden the choice of possible tactics in dealing with children.

Setting clear goals

A mother has to know what she expects from her children, and then explain that to them. It is not enough to want good children. The children must know what exactly is expected from them, and what the mother wants them to do. Sometimes a mother tells the child to lay the table properly. Because it has not been explained to the child what properly means, he does it the way he thinks it right. The child may consequently be blamed for being sloppy, lazy etc. for not setting the table right. The frustration and heartache could have been avoided if the child knew exactly what was expected from him, rather than a vague order to lay the table. The same can be applied to all chores, behavior with others, academic achievements etc. The mother must have definite goals of what she wants, and make them clear.

Encourage children according to their potential

Each child comes with his own distinctive potential. The Holy Prophet (s) has said: Human beings are like mines of gold and silver. Children have abilities that could lead to great achievements. Some show skill and interest in a certain area, while others prefer a different one. Apart from not trying to compare children with one another, a good mother tries to bring out the best in each child. She makes the child develop his skills in whatever area he is good at, as well as remedy the weakness in each child. If one child is very shy, for example, the mother should not demand that he socialize and interact with others the way his siblings do. Some mothers unwittingly put their children through a great deal of embarrassment and humiliation. The child must be taught to overcome his shyness. Some books on shyness may help. Or the mother could give practical suggestions of what the child could talk about to others. A mother’s gentle guidance can remedy many a flaw and weakness in the character of the child.

Wise Words

1. Fortunate is the person whose mother is chaste and virtuous.

Imam Ja`far as-Sadiq (a)

2. Each one of you is a guardian (shepherd), and each one of you is responsible for his charges . . . so the man is a guardian over his family, and is responsible for them. A woman is a guardian over the family of her husband and his children, and she is responsible for them.

Holy Prophet (s)

Monday, September 28, 2009

Visit from childhood friend

We were happy to receive an old friend and his family (actually his brother was my primary school classmate and he's my brother's classmate) who came to my mom's house in Melaka on the Hariraya. They are from Jitra. We had not seen each other since primary school. Ha ha Faiz told me he had been silent reader to this blog all this while.

I almost couldn't recognize him with his well built body and more grey hair... I thought he was so tiny back then, just joking.

We had an enjoyable long chat, and lots of recollection of childhood memories and talk of the carefree days. Wish could go back to those times and really love to meet all friends back then.

Tiada kata seindah lukisan...

Selamat Hariraya to all... Maaf zahir Bathin....

Thursday, September 17, 2009

The ending and the new beginning

So the raya is coming…. I have been so busy both at work and at home throughout Ramadhan, I didn’t have time to make any entry on this blog. Time was hardly there and there was so much to do. Nevertheless I had great time spending time with my family in this month. It was heavenly to have dinner with my husband every single day, that is 26 days so far in a row, this does not happen during other months! And my kids have been splendid. We went out two times for breaking fast, we skipped all buffet places which was unwarrantedly so expensive and wasteful and went for ala carte places instead and pay only for what we need to eat. Other than that, it’s simple home cooking plus some bazaar food, if any.

It was so fun to shop for Fatini and Emir’s beautiful Raya clothing and shoes and we didn’t count that we bought a bit too many. And the cost, we rather not think about it… Yesterday I went to buy some more stuff for home and Fatini hair accessories since she’s so much into hair nowadays, she wants buns, she wants pony tail, clip here, clip there… hahaha she’s a fussy lass, my little girl!

I called my mom and we talked about who’s coming back and when and what we are going to prepare for hariraya. My mom has already kacau dodol, yummy…, my favourite exactly.

My sister already texted me, when are we going coming back to hometown... soon my dear...

I can already feel the ambiance…that subtle familiar feeling of anticipation when hariraya is coming, that little excitement, the coming holiday…. We are going back to my home town first and then my husband’s hometown and there will be lots of visit we’ll be making.

Most of all, I’m going to love spending time with my family and relatives and watching the kids having fun together.

Fatini didn't puasa....at the end of shopping spree.. she's so tired already.

This is daddy's little girl.

T

Once a while picture taken by the daddy

she likes to pose

Always make funny faces for me.

He stand in front of the sister to block her from the camera, typical Emir...

Wednesday, September 2, 2009


A little deviation from routine


As swiftly as it can, 12 days of fasting have passed. I have been waking up promptly at 4.30 am every single morning. After the early breakfast, which for me and hubby, could be as simple as sandwiches and coffee, especially me, I just couldn’t swallow any rice, I didn’t go back to sleep. It’s just worthless to continue the sleep when I know I have to get ready to work soon. It will jut give me headache to wake up again so soon. Exception is on Sundays off course where time is more at my leisure.

So, I used the quiet uninterrupted moments to clean the kitchen, clear up any mess my children made the night before and get myself ready. In fact I enjoyed the early morning chores and felt like I have a lot accomplished compared to doing work at other times. I could even get to pick and choose what to wear to work. On normal days, I would just blindly grab anything thing that is hanging in the wardrobeThen I woke the kids up before they changed and once everybody rise and shine we set off to our destinations.

I could feel the effect of lack of sleep. If I allow it, I could doze off at my desk at any moment. And work at the office is as stressful as ever, and off course this makes the time flies even faster. Which is to my preference anyway.

Came 4 pm, by hook or by crook, I have to leave the office to avoid the traffic jam which I know would be massive and would start to pack as soon as 4 pm. I don’t want any additional stress especially from the traffic. On my way home, as usual I picked up the kids.

First day I picked them up early, the one most surprised was Fatini. She kept on asking me, repeatedly, why did I fetch her so early? The usual time was normally very very late and all of a sudden it was so early. And kids don’t like sudden changes and wanted explanation. I told her, not sure what to say, “It’s fasting month, I don’t want to be caught in the traffic.” I feel very sure she didn’t understand my reply and maybe wondered at the connection between fasting (which meaning she has not fully grasped yet) with traffic jam, what has one got to do with the other? Anyway, after getting no satisfactory explanation from me, she resigned. She asked again the next day though.

Arriving home, still in my working attire, I would be in the kitchen, applying my speedy skills to prepare for dinner. The kids behave themselves upstairs. Watching TV and sometimes my daughter would sleep for a while.
Emir would sometimes come into the kitchen, looking for me. I know he wanted me upstairs. But sorry sweetie, mommy’s busy.
Then hubby arrived home buying a kuih or two.

We haven’t been going out for the breaking fast even though there’s no lack of invitations either from my hubby or my side of acquaintances. It’s just that I feel it’s such a waste of time to break the fast somewhere ( we used to do that in previous years) and then by the time we got home it would be late, the children would be tired, and I would be extremely bloated and exhausted. I prefer that we break our fast at home in a simple manner and right after we could just rest at home. Then off to sleep. There's one that I plan to bring my kids to, though, which is to break fast with the orphans from one of the orphanages. That will be next week.

Last weekend, taking advantage of the extended weekend, we went back to Kedah. We left in the morning and the journey in the morning was quite comfortable and pleasant. The kids behaved surprisingly well in the car. They were excited to see Tok and Tok Wan. For me I have always enjoyed the visit back to my husband’s hometown.

Once we were there, other siblings started arriving, knowing we were there. As usual, the house was brightened up by cheers, laughters and jokes between cousins, aunties and uncles. We broke our fast over a vast variety of food, since there were many children.

There was also my favourite northern dish as well “lauk daging batang pisang”. You cannot get this outside Kedah, at least I never found it.

On Monday we left Tok and Tok Wan back to their routine and heading back to KL, to our home sweet home.


Monday, August 24, 2009

The first few days

This month of Ramadhan will require me to tune in into new routines. Just a bit of adjustment. That is sleep late and wake up early. Not too much but an hour later and an hour earlier, respectively. Then make up the sleep deficiency on weekends. That will do, I thought.

I was lucky that the 1st Ramadhan fell on Saturday. So happily, I woke up early for sahur that morning, hoping I could sleep in the afternoon. So afterwards, I did my routine cleaning, prepared breakfast for the kids, even got time to read my novel by some impressive amount of pages (before I couldn’t even get past a page at a time due to interuptions)

So while waiting for the kids at their routine Saturday morning classes, I was beginning to feel a bit heavy eyed and drowsy. I couldn’t wait to get home, I reckoned I had a couple of hours to sleep that afternoon before continuing with my chores for the day. That would be, oh! so leisurely. Nap during the day…a rare indulgence in my life. What better way to spend in the afternoon at home.

We got home after noon, and I so anxious to start napping, quickly fed the kids. Then I prepared milk, darkened the living room and switched on the aircondtion. “Okay, everybody time for nap… “ I announced. 1 hour later nobody slept yet!. Never mind, I thought, I will sleep and they can continue with their playing.

I thought I'd just slept a minute when Fatini woke me up, Mommy, I need to poo poo. Okay, I told her to go…. Then I went back to sleep. Another minute, Emir woke me up, “Mummy, Fatini is finished, she wants to wash” I saw Fatini got a helper to wake me up! I got up and did the necessary things. “Don’t call me again, mommy going to sleep a while, okay….?”, I pleaded and hoped.

But, hope was just a hope, another minute, MOMMY! Then another five minute, Mommy!, Another 5 minute again, Mommy !

Oh my god…when was the last time I could get a good nap? Honestly, I can’t remember. Anyway, I thought I’ve had enough nap for the day. I can always try again tomorrow., I concluded before I got up.

But Sunday was the same story. Somehow the kids didn’t nap at all over the weekends. Normally they did, but not this weekend. They were so engrossed playing with the toys and with each other and made heaps and heaps of mess. But every minute or two, for sure there will be “ Mommy !” or “ MOMMY!!!” at the top of their lungs. So, I gave up the idea of naps forever from my mind. Maybe in a couple more years,…haha

On the positive side, we broke the fast together at home for the past two days. That’s one of the things I love about Ramadhan, we always want to break fast with family.

We also went to Teraweh congregation at the small mosque located just in the vicinity behind our house. Emir has grown up and followed the father to join the males section. According to the father, who relayed to me so proudly, Emir completed 8 plus 3 rakaats of the prayer. He was not being playful, surprisingly. Fatini on the other hand was with me and she did marvelously 6 rakaats, It’s too hot, mommy!, she complained of the garments. “ I want to eat, she whined next. I had thoughtfully brought some goodies for her in my bag and she had her desires taken care of and I could have my peace.

I could see them growing up. Last year, they didn’t even bother to join in and just dashed here and there, mostly moving back and forth between me at the back and hubby at the front of the mosque. This year, they seemed to proceed naturally to the next level. They know nothing about the fasting yet even though Fatini certainly and excitedly knows what the Raya means.

This month promises to be a good one for me.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Happy Ramadhan to all

I always take offence when the guy or lady by the side of the road smiled so sweetly to me before passing me the flyer “Stay slim for life” or whatever the catchphrase is. Of all people passing by, they picked me as one of the fortunate few to be advised of their product. Thanks!

Do they think I need it, huh? My mind couldn’t help wondering. How dare you…!

I read it though. Front and back. I looked at the pictures. Browsed through the product. So tempting! Maybe I should try out the product…Heh heh

Well I gave up on this slimming down thing, actually. Why torture myself….at this age, no, thanks. I feel really okay with my current size, 12 (UK), even though I prefer to be size 10. Size 8 is if only I'm a couple more inches taller. Otherwise 10-12 is just nice for me.


My problem is actually weight maintenance and toning. And I wish for bulges to be in zero existent. I really don’t want to outgrow the clothes another size. I really don't want to feel bloated and sluggish.

And I know my bad habits…
Sweet indulgences
Cakes
Kids leftovers (what a waste if I don’t eat all these food philosophy)
The love of food (any food for that matter)

The other day, when I was buying some food at the stall, I overheard the women at the stall remarked to the man standing next to me ,that he has lost lots of weight.

So (unabashed) I asked him, “Did you really lose a lot?” He said, “Yes, I lost 10 kg in a month!”. (He’s a big man).
“What’s the secret?” I asked.
“I jog everyday, morning and evening, and have no rice at night. Other than that I eat what I want.” “Oh really, I’ll try that,thanks!” I said.


That's real life example, I told myselft. Now I know the secret, but well, I haven’t even started to do anything at all till now.

It’s all common sense that works. Exercise, less fat and less carbohydrate. It’sfree, there’s no need to buy anything exclusive except a pair of jogging shoes perhaps. But why is it so difficult to do what common sense tells us?

So I welcome the coming of this Ramadhan where I will place new resolutions.

Remain healthy, sober, wiser and build more spiritual connection. I have the whole month. Hopefully I will achieve what I aspire to be. After 30 days, consistency will be more likely to become a habit. Need to be careful not to spoil everything on Raya day though.

Happy Ramadhan and selamat berpuasa to all.

Monday, August 17, 2009

New venture

Some weeks ago we planted some trees around the garden. Isn’t it just about time? The garden has been bare before and it could be so hot under the strong afternoon sun.

We feel we need to increase shades around the house. And additional greens too apart from the grass. What better ways than to plant tall trees. So we called some planters to plant a few trees.

I was thrilled when the job was completed but the next day I found lots of dried leaves on the ground. Well, there’re really lots to sweep and clean. Is this going to be additional work for me?

I was concerned though about the survival of the trees and thus begin to water the plants diligently twice a day.

Apparently they are not additional burden for me. The trees are not shedding leaves anymore. I have noted with sheer joy and deep satisfaction that those trees are growing well and have already produced new young leaves, shoots and some have formed small flowers. I have watched the trees development every single day so I do notice every single change.

With the exception of two trees which somehow failed to thrive due to some mistakes during the early days (I think because of the soil does not absorb the water) where the leaves have all turned brown. I have watched with concern on these two trees. I watered them everyday hoping they will flourish back to life again. Obviously I need help with these, maybe professional help.

This planting trees venture has somehow have positive and therapeutic effect on me. It delighted me to see these trees thriving well. No wonder some people are so into gardening and planting. I just couldn’t wait for them to grow bigger and bigger and could imagine seeing the leaves swayed to the movement of the wind.

After this success, I just feel good enough to want to plant more. Somehow the ridiculously high cost of buying trees to plant has somewhat lost its petrifying power to me as the outcome is just indescribably worth it. It thrilled me to see them.

The kids also love the trees. When we first planted the trees, I asked Fatini what does a plant need to grow. Fatini’s answer was so correct, “ Water, Sun and Lots of Love , mommy”.

Now it becomes everyday routine to water the plants and the kids help spraying the water around wetting everything including the porch and my car, and themselves….and sometimes me to my agitation!

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Some thing that just define Malaysians

There were some less busy roads off Jalan Bkt Bintang which I took every single morning. I never had any problems. This morning was another story. I had a near miss. A what could have been a terrible incident that will mar my life to a certain extent if not for a life time. It was at a cross road. The bike didn’t stop at the stop sign. Luckily I was not that fast neither I was too slow driving. As I jammed by brake pedal hard in a sudden reflex action and the car stopped and I could feel the tyres dragged, and hoped against hopes that I could stop in time. By the time the car halted, I was just missing the bike maybe an inch that I could see the terror in the man’s face. He was right in front, so close, his eyes closed tight and face grimaced in such a way expecting some disaster to happen to him maybe death. And me, I didn’t even think whether there’s a car behind who will bumped into my car due to the sudden stop. Luckily the road was not busy and the car behind was too far and managed to stop.

The incredible thing was the biker started again, raised his hand to me as a sorry or thank sign and moved on. I could feel the relieve coming from him, maybe grateful for his life. As for me, I was so relieved too but stayed stunned there a minute unable to move, feeling white from the near miss and the what could have beens.

I could have hit the guy. He could have been hurt or died. Or I could have been hit from behind and get hurt myself. I really don’t want to be involved in any of those and have never had that kind of mishaps (God forbids) through out my driving experience.

Which reminds me of an accident happened to my sister when her daughter was only 5 months old and was in the car front seat. Her car was just a car passing through on the way for dinner with family and got hit by a car which was spinning out of control due to a drunk driver. The driver and the passenger in the car died, and this tells the extent of the accident. My sister at the time who was also 3 months pregnant was hospitalized and I cried for days for my niece who had head injuries and broken bones and had to go through multiple operations at one private hospital and we thanked God that she finally recovered. She was only 5 months old and now is a healthy 4+ year old.

Malaysian people are nice, polite to neighbours as well as friends. However I guess Malaysians are impatience and somehow when they want to go anywhere, they fail to plan the journey but they want to get there first. They feel good if they could outsmart other drivers and save a minute here and a minute there. They buy expensive cars but hate staying in the cars too long therefore will jump queue and if possible other drivers should stay away from their lanes because they hate to slow down.

It takes only two impatience drivers to do the same mistakes at the same time at the same place for an accident to occur. The probably of it happening is quite high, I would say.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Cowboy and cowgirl

On Saturday we went to the fantastic cowboy / stampede day. It coincided with the kids' routine saturday morning class but since the venue was quite close to where the class was, I did my magic by driving back and forth transferring each child to and fro. We arrived so early at the venue, the registration desk was just opening, however we won one the early bird prizes! I was ecstatically happy since I hardly ever get such luck of winning any prize easily from anywhere. Anyway , both kids enjoyed the event tremendously with so much activities to do. It was so much fun even though the weather was quite humid.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

What! No water?

Yesterday, feeling exhausted I just wanted to reach home, cook dinner and just resting my body in front of the TV. But just when you needed the rest, the least expected happened. At home there was not a drop of water coming from the taps. I checked and checked the main tap with no positive result. I called the neighbour who said her water tank was giving her the night supply. I don’t know what happened to our water tank, but the maid came in this afternoon and may have used up all the water. Resigned with the fact and without any other choices, I used mineral water to cook rice and fried some chickens for the kids. Meanwhile I had let my husband knew about my sticky situation.

Once he arrived he suggested that we get ourselves overnight at the hotel. At first I was reluctant justifying that we could use the bottled water for minor wash etc. Anyway I just hated to waste money over an overnight stay at the hotel just because we didn’t have water supply. But when the kids started “ I want to poo poo, I want to pee pee” thing, that did it! I couldn’t imagine and couldn’t stand unflushed toilets. Telling the kids to hold on, we packed our bags and transferred ourselves to Hilton at PJ.

Fatini and Emir were happy to go out at night to the Federal Highway they forgot about wanting to go to the toilets just when an hour before they acted like it was so emergency.

The night was decorated with bright colourful lights coming from the streets, shops and the cars. I felt it was a nice view, maybe I haven’t been night outing for some time. The kids were so excited and treated last night as if we were on holiday. We checked ourselves in and got a nice room overlooking the highway. The kids were jumping around and finally once rested had their toilet routines. The bed and the temperature in the room were comfortable and after dinner the children fell asleep to my relief. I made myself a cup of tea, started on my novel again and finally dozed off to the slumber I had yearned.

Monday, August 3, 2009

Nothing interesting

I still have the hoarsy voice today even though it's much better now. But I feel so sleepy possibly due to the prescribed drug I took. Last Friday had been a pain to talk and the kids were not letting me go easy bombarding me with endless questions which needed to be answered. Instead of torturing myself to talk I reverted to whispers but that sounded so funny. The funnier think was that Emir started to whisper too when talking balk to me and I really don't like that to become his habit. We ended up seeing the doctor in the neighbourhood that evening.

Lately Fatini had quite a regular nose bleeds, it happened almost everyday and this began to worry me. I don't know what's wrong and the amount of blood sometimes scared me. I had a strange feeling that it might be the Ribena she had religiously consumed everyday. So I put a stop to it for the time being using the elimination and observe tactic. She's quite obedient regarding all these health issues and had changed her drink to milo now. Since I stopped her on Ribena on Friday, the nose had not bled. Maybe it's too heaty for her but I'll keep an eye on her anyway. I had her drink more plain water as well, as I said to her, it's the doctor's order. She complied quite easily. She had eye irritation as well which the doctor said was conjunctivis however her eyes recovered quite fast having applied the prescribed eye drops.

Since I was not feeling well what with the medication and all, I felt sleepy throughout weekend and stayed in and slept through the days or otherwise got myself immersed in a novel. Emir wanted so much to go to the shopping malls for lunch and kept saying " I'm so hungry..." thing but he was not! For info I have started reading a novel again after so long and surprisingly had been able to do so without disturbance from the kids. It had been a long time since I put my hands on novels. I used to love to read so much.

Last night my friend living not far away texted me, saying her toddler son was drown in the pool however he managed to be saved and was recovering at the hospital. Thank god for that. My heart skipped a beat at first, however was relieved when she told me God has given her a second chance. Her youngest and only son has recovered. I don't know the details but she promised to tell me as soon as everything settles. I couldn't imagine the scare that she must have gone through. I pray to God we'll never have to go through such horrendous trial. My friend's house has a small swimming pool where her other older children swim regularly. Only last week she asked me whether my children like to attend the swimming lessons at her home as she had called a swimming instructor to train her children. I had to decline as the kids spend the whole week at day care.

I have always been worried about children in or anywhere near water unsupervised. Even now I don't leave my children alone in the bath tub. I know lots of people take this easy but there have been lots in the news where toddler got drown in as much as an inch of water.

We went to the swimming pool on late Sunday afternoon and for the first time Emir had gathered his courage and went down the water slides. He had been very scared to do it by himself before. Seems he is growing up fast before my very eyes.

This morning on the way to school/work Fatini and I witnessed a small accident on our right lane but big enough to cause a very loud thump with broken lights and dented bumpers. A car had hit another car in front which had tried to slot in through the small space in between and the young lady driver behind was not giving him any chance. Anyway when accident like this happen everybody is at inconvenience. For sure it caused a traffice jam, money and certainly they'll be late to work. Moral of the story is no matter how a jerk you see another driver, just give in to avoid accidents. That's called defensive driving. Secondly I would try to stay away from young drivers, they haven't gotten enough experience to have a sound judgement and predictive instinct. And stay away from trucks and trailers!

What a weekend!