Last week when I was in Melaka, I took off alone to visit my parents' graves. I needed time out on my own. I was feeling so hurt and embittered. Having to control and conceal it made it so overwhelmingly depressing. Who safer to talk to but the dead? You can rest assured that they would not be telling anybody about it.
I sat between their tombstones with my late brother's grave behind me. It was like being encircled by the three people who had provided security, protection and love. I could just pour out everything that was bottled up inside me while the tears flowed freely. The graveyard was, as usual, a quiet and peaceful place for me. Being a weekend, there was no busy traffic along the road or passers-by. The graveyard was empty as usual too, at that hour.
I was so preoccupied with my thoughts that I was startled when I sensed a shadow flying above. I looked up and saw a hornbill. I was amazed in wonder. A hornbill? You could not miss identifying it by its beak. It was not exactly a small bird! It perched itself among the trees at the end of the graveyard opposite to where I was sitting. I looked up again and a whole flock of hornbills flew and perched among the same trees. A flock of twenty or more birds. I was puzzled. Where did they come from? Why here at the graveyard? It was a rare sighting. I had never seen a flock of them flying freely in the sky and at a close range. And never in Melaka or the graveyard. WOW !!! What sheer luck!! They were a sight to behold. They were not of the large, deep black with prominent bright yellow beak hornbill species of Sarawak. They looked something like the photo below ...
It was a smaller version and greyish with white edges at the wings and tail and a light coloured yellowish beak. It was amazing. Hornbills in Peringgit. Why did they stop here at the graveyard? Maybe they were migrating.
I went nearer to the trees to have a closer look. They did not take off. It was as if they were there to look out for me. I did not have my handphone with me !!!! I stood near one of closest tree and one of the birds flew a branch down as if to confirm my sighting. They were not making much noise like the little birds when they gathered. They were just perching on the branches for a break. They were just there for me.
I was so down and they uplifted my emotions. I took it as a gift from Allah to cheer me up. It made my day after a few days of being in the doldrums where I felt so trapped with no way out. I forgot my problems totally. I accepted my fate with grace and faith that somehow, things would work out by themselves. I gave a happy smile and sang my heart out. I went to a tap nearby and washed my puffy face as I was meeting up with my sisters for breakfast. No point letting them worried about me when they saw my miserable face.
I felt good. I felt so blessed. As if the birds were a consolation for me. HE did not forget me and HE never left me on my own. Alhamdulillah. SubhanAllah. Take it in stride. Face it with grace and patience. Persevere. Make the best of the situation. HE had pulled you out of the doldrums. Life was just facing a little hiccup. He would never let you walk alone. Thank you, Allah, for your small mercies.
one day in your life, you'll remember the love you've found here, you'll remember me somehow.....
Wednesday, 10 April 2019
Sunday, 7 April 2019
Cameron Highlands Trip - Lavender Garden
This was also new to us. We checked out of the apartment and started for KL via Simpang Pulai. Along the way we stopped at Lavender Garden just out of curiosity and to see what it was about. I had smelled fresh lavender in Manchester as Ismahan had a few pots of it. I also tried picking fresh strawberries for Ikram. When the others tasted it - it was absolutely much delicious and crunchy and juicy compared to those packed ones that my sister in-law bought. The fruits were much smaller than the packed version. Ikram totally enjoyed it when he got it that night when he arrived after work to join us in KL. I picked about 30 fruits which cost me rm23. Every 200 gm was rm10.
Entrance fee was rm10 per adult and rm7 for kids under 12. We tried the lavender flavoured ice-cream. Home made of course. It had a strong lavender smell that my dear brother in-law commented that it smelled like Fabuloso !!! My mind immediately conjured the image of the floor detergent !!!
I enjoyed the flowers. The did sold the flowers but you had to pick and cut them yourself. So you would have freshly cut flowers. There were some vegetables from the farm like pumpkins, sweet potatoes and chillies. I forgot to take photos of the lavender flowers !!! And some species had no smell while there was one that smelled when you gave it a slight squeeze of the flowers.
It was a worthwhile and enjoyable holiday as we were with like-minded people. For my sister in-law and family it was a different side of CH as they usually just went where tourists always visited. For me and the guys, CH was so familiar as I have a sister who lives here. Thus, we usually go for holidays here. Now they are asking where for the next trip .... hmmm ... KK?
Entrance fee was rm10 per adult and rm7 for kids under 12. We tried the lavender flavoured ice-cream. Home made of course. It had a strong lavender smell that my dear brother in-law commented that it smelled like Fabuloso !!! My mind immediately conjured the image of the floor detergent !!!
I enjoyed the flowers. The did sold the flowers but you had to pick and cut them yourself. So you would have freshly cut flowers. There were some vegetables from the farm like pumpkins, sweet potatoes and chillies. I forgot to take photos of the lavender flowers !!! And some species had no smell while there was one that smelled when you gave it a slight squeeze of the flowers.
Home made lavender ice-cream - rm5 per cone |
Lovers' locks .... |
30 strawberries for rm23 - fresh, juicy and sweet |
Cameron Highlands Trip - Robinson's Fall - Parit Falls
The last time I went to Robinson's Falls was way back in the late 80's on a college trip. I used to go there during the school holidays when I visited Kak Haj whether alone or with friends. I loved the trekking down the waterfall for a picnic and swim. Thus, it was a surprise and disappointing that the trek was totally changed and uncared for with fallen tree trunks and overgrown growth along the way. The ledges along the trek was getting narrower due to erosion and loose soil that one had to be very careful not to slip and fall into the ravine below. Some of us almost slipped as it was quite slippery due to the rain the night before. Kak Haj tagged along as she herself, being a resident of CH, had not been there since the 90's. You can no longer swim in the waterfall or go near it as the waters are polluted with pesticides over the years.
It was a trying and testing trek for me and we had to walk in a row with the able bodied ones leading and following behind me and kak Haj. We literally had to crawl under fallen tree trunks, climbed up and over them, hang on to roots to pull ourselves over or up, used trekking stick and branches to help us through. The sticks were also useful to ward off stray dogs which were actually friendly and just wanted to join us. There were too many of them to our liking and the kids were afraid of them. The dogs belonged to the 'orang asli' who had vegetable farms at the top of the fall.
Instead of trekking downwards to the picnic area, we discovered that it was now blocked by two fallen tree trunks on top of each other that it was impassable. Thus, the only way was going up or turned back. The others refused to give up and wanted to know where the trail ended. I refused to carry on and wanted to just turn back. No way they were going to allow me and they urged, encouraged and spurred me on. It was sheer madness that I could manage it as it was torturous on my legs. Look at the photos below ...
This would be the last time I would ever trek this way again. Parit Falls was an easy trek and we ended up at some cafes near Taman Sedia selling what else but strawberry products. There was also nasi lemak sambal strawberry.
After Robinson's Fall we had a picnic at the park with the food that we brought along with us. Then we continued with Parit Falls trek and ended up at the cafe above for a break as it had started to rain. We started at 9am and ended at 3pm. It was exhausting but we had a great time. We could hardly wake up for dinner but as we were hungry, all of us went for dinner. The kids never seemed to be tired !!! So we ended up at the Brinchang night market for them to get some souvenirs and supper. We had an early night as we were so tired except for the kids (ranging from ages 12 to 18).
At the end of the day, this was what we had achieved.
It was a trying and testing trek for me and we had to walk in a row with the able bodied ones leading and following behind me and kak Haj. We literally had to crawl under fallen tree trunks, climbed up and over them, hang on to roots to pull ourselves over or up, used trekking stick and branches to help us through. The sticks were also useful to ward off stray dogs which were actually friendly and just wanted to join us. There were too many of them to our liking and the kids were afraid of them. The dogs belonged to the 'orang asli' who had vegetable farms at the top of the fall.
Instead of trekking downwards to the picnic area, we discovered that it was now blocked by two fallen tree trunks on top of each other that it was impassable. Thus, the only way was going up or turned back. The others refused to give up and wanted to know where the trail ended. I refused to carry on and wanted to just turn back. No way they were going to allow me and they urged, encouraged and spurred me on. It was sheer madness that I could manage it as it was torturous on my legs. Look at the photos below ...
All in a single file ... |
The normal reddish brown millipede beside a size 7 shoe ... huge |
The awesome cascading Robinson"s fall - no longer can one go near it |
Parit Falls - full of rubbish thrown by irresponsible visitors |
The blackish millipede alongside a size 7 shoe - gigantic |
"Buah Ara" whatever that was in abundance here |
The view from the top where there was a hut and vegetable farm |
Me with a trekking stick and maneuvering under a fallen tree trunk |
Waffle with strawberry |
Scones with homemade strawberry jam and butter |
Strawberry coated with chocolate topping - the kids loved this |
Strawberry sundae |
Home made strawberry ice-cream with fresh strawberry and strawberry syrup - I loved this |
At the end of the day, this was what we had achieved.
Saturday, 6 April 2019
Cameron Highlands - Mossy Forest
This was a new place that none of us had been to. Searched on the internet did not reveal any surprises. Syafiq was doing driver's duty. Just his luck !!!! Nobody warned us about the road up to Gunung Brinchang! It was narrow with deep potholes and deep grains on the road. It was so winding and narrow that an incoming car would need sheer expertise to pass through or to make way. We had to honk at every turn and corner. We were just lucky as it was a weekday morning. (We left Alor Setar at 5am to make it up there by 11am.) If we had known, we would have left the car and took a hired 4wd or bigger car to go up. Poor cars ... but we did arrived to the top of Gunung Brinchang. It was cold and so refreshing. Syafiq was sweating and stressed out. He proclaimed that he would not drive the car down ...
Trekking into the mountains were no longer allowed. One needed a permit and guide to go trekking. They had built stairs and walkways so that one could walk through the mountains up to the peak. It was steep at some areas and I literally had to hang on the rails to pull myself up. It was worth it. Here are some photos taken ...
Entrance fee was rm10 per adult and rm5 per child under twelve. It was worth the torturous journey up for the car. After that we stopped at Boh Tea Plantation (Sg Palas) on the way down. They had closed the road up to the factory. Even the factory had glass screen up and a guide to explain the process. It used to be opened and one could watch up close the whole process of tea making. Now the trail was only up to the Boh Tea cafe with a viewing deck. The view was as usual breathtakingly beautiful.
Trekking into the mountains were no longer allowed. One needed a permit and guide to go trekking. They had built stairs and walkways so that one could walk through the mountains up to the peak. It was steep at some areas and I literally had to hang on the rails to pull myself up. It was worth it. Here are some photos taken ...
The peak of Gunung Brinchang/Mossy Forest - the viewing tower |
Gigantic ferns |
The view from the viewing tower |
How steep the steps were ... |
Notice on the right of the photo - a signage which points Pahang / Perak border |
Strawberry cheesecake, strawberry tarts, green tea tiramisu cake and banana carrot cake with Gunung Cantik tea - very yummy as it was cold |
Tea plantation as far as the eyes can see ... |
Overall for the first day of our visit, we managed more than seven thousand steps. All of us went off to sleep after dinner ... we were flat out since we had started the day at 5 am.
Ten floors of 4.9km .... my poor legs ....
Cameron Highlands Revisited
It had been some years since I visited Cameron Highlands (CH). This time around I planned it not to be the usual touristry visit of the popular places in CH. I invited my sister in-law and her family of five plus another niece with my own family of four which made it a group of ten. I had an itinerary made of an outdoor excursion with trekking and hiking involved. I knew my legs would be a hindrance but I needed to do this before I could not do it at all.
Despite the weather as it was the rainy weather up there, we managed to go through the itinerary as planned. Alhamdulillah. It was step by painful step for me. The teenagers took it in their stride. My sister could manage it much better than I did.
We went through Gunung Brinchang - Mossy Forest - Puncak Gunung Irau - Boh Tea Plantation - Robinson's Falls - Parit Falls - Sungai Pauh campsite.
Please note that the trails were uphill and downhill. No straight even path. It was a strain on my poor knees and back but I did it !!! This trip will be broken into a few posts so as to do justice on each trail.
Despite the weather as it was the rainy weather up there, we managed to go through the itinerary as planned. Alhamdulillah. It was step by painful step for me. The teenagers took it in their stride. My sister could manage it much better than I did.
We went through Gunung Brinchang - Mossy Forest - Puncak Gunung Irau - Boh Tea Plantation - Robinson's Falls - Parit Falls - Sungai Pauh campsite.
Please note that the trails were uphill and downhill. No straight even path. It was a strain on my poor knees and back but I did it !!! This trip will be broken into a few posts so as to do justice on each trail.
Sunday, 6 January 2019
If You Don’t Love Her Anymore ....
A father, after giving away her daughter on her wedding day, told his new son in-law :-
"If, one day, you don't love her anymore, please don't tell her. Tell me. I will come and take
her home."
I found this quote in one of the many sites that I read. I was touched by it and the simplicity of the request. One can sense the depth of the father's love who still tried to shield his daughter from anything that could hurt her. A daughter will always be a father's little girl.
I do not have a daughter. Thus, I will never know the feeling. I got married nine years after my father passed away. It was my late brother who gave me away. I think he was just relieved to get his job done. He had nine sisters! Yet, I had seen fathers who wiped away tears when they finally let go of their daughters. One recent example was the solemnisation of Shaun's (my nephew) and Amal's wedding. We witnessed Amal's father wiping off his tears after he solemnised the marriage. It was a touching, poignant moment that we felt his love and worries.
My father was no longer around during my wedding. Yet I knew what he would say to all his daughters. The first to get married was Kak Leha. Followed by Kak Haj and Kak Ti. He managed to get his three daughters married off before his death. He did not say anything to his sons in-law. What he did said to my sisters was - "never to stop working as having your own money means independence. That we could always come home if anything should go wrong." And some sisters did. He was no longer around but Mak was. She just accepted and never asked. She gave them space and time until they were ready to talk about it and make decisions. It was very rarely if she ever did told off her sons in-law who were quite embarrassed if she ever reprimanded them. Wise lady. May their souls rest in peace.
For me, when it is time for the boys to get married, it is to them that I will say those words. If some time along the marriage their feelings changed due to whatever situations, send them back to their parents. Be honourable and do it right. You have asked for her hand in marriage in good faith. Let her go with dignity and part ways peacefully. Life is a cycle. What you do unto others will come back to you. Life is too short to live with anger and unhappiness. But do try to work out things between you. As the old folks used to say - we do not discard things but try to repair them.
I told Ikram of this quote and being the cynical guy he was - told me the reverse. I should come and get him if ever his future wife did not love him anymore. And he knew that I would. We laughed it off but if I could protect my sons from the hurts, I would. Yet, hurt is a part of growing up. To be able to feel hurt is what makes one appreciates love. Not to clam up and give up on loving again. To be wiser. To be matured. To be responsible so that one will try to avoid hurting someone else after knowing the pain of it. Yet, wise enough to learn that in order to love, one has to give and take, emphatise and compromise. All the best to the boys. May Allah grants and blesses you with partners who will complete you and your lives. Inshaa Allah. Aamiin.
"If, one day, you don't love her anymore, please don't tell her. Tell me. I will come and take
her home."
I found this quote in one of the many sites that I read. I was touched by it and the simplicity of the request. One can sense the depth of the father's love who still tried to shield his daughter from anything that could hurt her. A daughter will always be a father's little girl.
I do not have a daughter. Thus, I will never know the feeling. I got married nine years after my father passed away. It was my late brother who gave me away. I think he was just relieved to get his job done. He had nine sisters! Yet, I had seen fathers who wiped away tears when they finally let go of their daughters. One recent example was the solemnisation of Shaun's (my nephew) and Amal's wedding. We witnessed Amal's father wiping off his tears after he solemnised the marriage. It was a touching, poignant moment that we felt his love and worries.
My father was no longer around during my wedding. Yet I knew what he would say to all his daughters. The first to get married was Kak Leha. Followed by Kak Haj and Kak Ti. He managed to get his three daughters married off before his death. He did not say anything to his sons in-law. What he did said to my sisters was - "never to stop working as having your own money means independence. That we could always come home if anything should go wrong." And some sisters did. He was no longer around but Mak was. She just accepted and never asked. She gave them space and time until they were ready to talk about it and make decisions. It was very rarely if she ever did told off her sons in-law who were quite embarrassed if she ever reprimanded them. Wise lady. May their souls rest in peace.
For me, when it is time for the boys to get married, it is to them that I will say those words. If some time along the marriage their feelings changed due to whatever situations, send them back to their parents. Be honourable and do it right. You have asked for her hand in marriage in good faith. Let her go with dignity and part ways peacefully. Life is a cycle. What you do unto others will come back to you. Life is too short to live with anger and unhappiness. But do try to work out things between you. As the old folks used to say - we do not discard things but try to repair them.
I told Ikram of this quote and being the cynical guy he was - told me the reverse. I should come and get him if ever his future wife did not love him anymore. And he knew that I would. We laughed it off but if I could protect my sons from the hurts, I would. Yet, hurt is a part of growing up. To be able to feel hurt is what makes one appreciates love. Not to clam up and give up on loving again. To be wiser. To be matured. To be responsible so that one will try to avoid hurting someone else after knowing the pain of it. Yet, wise enough to learn that in order to love, one has to give and take, emphatise and compromise. All the best to the boys. May Allah grants and blesses you with partners who will complete you and your lives. Inshaa Allah. Aamiin.
Tuesday, 1 January 2019
Goodbye 2018 ... welcome 2019
It is that time of year where I sit and reflect the year that was. A year of grief and sadness, challenges and perseverance, belief and faith, hopes and prayers. Acceptance that Allah's plans were more perfect than our best planning. Lessons to be taken and learned from all that had happened. Everything happened for a reason but sometimes the logic and reasons beyond them defied explanation. That at the end of the day, one just persevered, without questioning the whys and faithfully accepted. It made life easier and bearable.
Early in the year was Hamid's sudden death. Come to think of it, all deaths are sudden. Nobody just dropped dead. After more than twenty years of being given a second chance, he fully lived it. For himself, his family and his Creator. I did not grief his death in such a way that I had grieved the loss of my father. It was just that he was our pillar of strength and conscience. Our moral police. Our spiritual guide. Our protector. Our counselor. Our advisor. Our big brother. But more often than not, our friend. I felt a sense of an incomplete jigsaw puzzle. Thus, I decided to go for an adventure of a lifetime which turned out traumatic and enlightening at the same time.
I decided to make a trip to Manchester, UK upon the invitation of Ismahan, my ex-BBGS student. A planned trip of five weeks turned out a stay of ten weeks. A blessing in disguise because being stuck in her house with her warmth and welcoming hospitality strengthened a student-teacher relationship to family. How they treated and embraced us was so accepting that I owed so much that could never be repaid. Plans of a ski trip to Chatel, France were cancelled for the two of us. So was the planned trip to Barcelona and London. My partner who came a few weeks later to join me had a heart attack and had to undergo an open heart bypass surgery immediately before being permitted to fly again. It was lucky I took the advice to take travel insurance which fully covered the surgery. We were blessed by being surrounded by doctors and recuperated in a doctor's home. We hardly spent anything much as most expenses were covered by these wonderful people. We managed to wander around Manchester and lived like a local resident. It was an enriching and enhancing experience. From the hospital stay to the education system, local council voting system, marketing and grocery shopping, taking the tram and Uber rides, and the wonderful long walks to their protected lakes and pine forests. I also managed to experience the end of winter courtesy of the "Beast from the East" i.e. the freezing Siberian winds which prolonged winter. I was there to embrace the warmth of spring witnessing the blooming of beautiful flowers and trees and finally, the heat of the starting of summer. Thus, which deeds of Allah do you deny?
When I was at my most alone and lowest point of my experience (everybody had gone for the ski trip which could not be cancelled as it involved thirty people - which left me all alone at home while my partner was in hospital. Nobody was allowed to wait or sleep at the hospital) ... I learned to totally gave myself up to my Creator. I learned to totally surrender to Him. Nobody witnessed how I broke down and being so dwarfed in this wide world. When we got the result of the angiogram and I had to go home to an empty home, Allah sent Kay, one of Ismahan's friends, who came actually to collect the bags. I could not say anything but I guessed a woman's instinct. She just hugged me real tight and that was when I gave up to the tears and fears that had been in me since my partner was admitted on the day of his arrival. Prayers and messages from family and very close friends helped me to get through this traumatic ordeal. Having the boys with us helped tremendously. Nobody saw me cried that they thought I was a strong and patient woman. I did my crying when I performed my prayers at the chapel at the hospital - a multi-faith room. Where it was strangers whom asked and encouraged me to talk about my worries and fears. I was a private person and very seldom share my problems with anybody. Yet, being alone in a nw country with practically noboby, I opened up to these strangers. I was truly indebted to the ladies I met in the chapel and the Uber drivers who when they learned about my predicament, offered prayers for my partner. It was an enlightening experience of human nature and love in Islam. Alhamdulillah - thank you Allah.
One happy note was Shaun's wedding. After a failed engagement seven years ago, he finally found someone whom he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. A good wait to get over the hurt and rejection albeit a long one. It was a simple, fun and lovely wedding. May both of them be blessed with happiness. Aamiin.
Family wise ... Ikram finally received an offer for a job at Karangkraf in its IT department. Syafiq had his second convo for his degree with Uniten (the first for his diploma with UTM) and Akmal should complete his master's these. Both of them are still looking for a job. My partner had submitted his one month's notice of resignation citing health reasons and would be retiring in February 2019. I had no idea what he would be doing with himself but I supposed he had something lined up to fill his time then.
Health wise ... my ears were still giving me problems that I finally went to an ENT specialist for treatment. I had it on and off for the past two years. He said it was an infection. The pain would keep recurring and I had to make sure the ears were dried and to keep tabs on the food that triggered the pain. My osteoarthritis knees seemed to be in more pain and I had to take the pain killer daily. As the doctors in Manchester said - if medications could help one live a meaningful and quality life, why not? I still go for my morning walk as often as I can with the encouragement of Syafiq's gift of MiFit - an exercise health band that tracked my steps and heartbeat.
We missed the most awaited event in Malaysia - the GE14 !!! We were so anxious and were frustrated when the internet were blocked and no results forthcoming. The guys in Malaysia kept sending links which could not be opened. We heard first hand how Malaysians came together in finance and time to send home their postal votes. We came home to a new Malaysia. With renewed hopes for a more clean and united country. We gathered and shared whatever news were available. This reminded me of the GE13 when there were also a lot of blackouts and disturbances during the ballot counting because I kept sending messages to Kak Hajar who were in Adelaide at that time as Nadia had a miscarriage. That was also an anxious wait.
Well, overall 2018 is a mixed of ups and downs. Alhamdulillah for all the lessons and grateful for the small mercies to ease and smoothen our lives. Hopefully it makes us a better person than who we were before. Hence, welcome 2019. May it be a much blessed year. Please give us the strength, patience and perseverance to face whatever tests and trials planned for us. I shall make the best of the situation given. Inshaa Allah.
2019 awaits us. Let us embraced it with much warmth and love. Do good unto this year and it will do good unto us. Inshaa Allah. Aamiin.
Early in the year was Hamid's sudden death. Come to think of it, all deaths are sudden. Nobody just dropped dead. After more than twenty years of being given a second chance, he fully lived it. For himself, his family and his Creator. I did not grief his death in such a way that I had grieved the loss of my father. It was just that he was our pillar of strength and conscience. Our moral police. Our spiritual guide. Our protector. Our counselor. Our advisor. Our big brother. But more often than not, our friend. I felt a sense of an incomplete jigsaw puzzle. Thus, I decided to go for an adventure of a lifetime which turned out traumatic and enlightening at the same time.
I decided to make a trip to Manchester, UK upon the invitation of Ismahan, my ex-BBGS student. A planned trip of five weeks turned out a stay of ten weeks. A blessing in disguise because being stuck in her house with her warmth and welcoming hospitality strengthened a student-teacher relationship to family. How they treated and embraced us was so accepting that I owed so much that could never be repaid. Plans of a ski trip to Chatel, France were cancelled for the two of us. So was the planned trip to Barcelona and London. My partner who came a few weeks later to join me had a heart attack and had to undergo an open heart bypass surgery immediately before being permitted to fly again. It was lucky I took the advice to take travel insurance which fully covered the surgery. We were blessed by being surrounded by doctors and recuperated in a doctor's home. We hardly spent anything much as most expenses were covered by these wonderful people. We managed to wander around Manchester and lived like a local resident. It was an enriching and enhancing experience. From the hospital stay to the education system, local council voting system, marketing and grocery shopping, taking the tram and Uber rides, and the wonderful long walks to their protected lakes and pine forests. I also managed to experience the end of winter courtesy of the "Beast from the East" i.e. the freezing Siberian winds which prolonged winter. I was there to embrace the warmth of spring witnessing the blooming of beautiful flowers and trees and finally, the heat of the starting of summer. Thus, which deeds of Allah do you deny?
When I was at my most alone and lowest point of my experience (everybody had gone for the ski trip which could not be cancelled as it involved thirty people - which left me all alone at home while my partner was in hospital. Nobody was allowed to wait or sleep at the hospital) ... I learned to totally gave myself up to my Creator. I learned to totally surrender to Him. Nobody witnessed how I broke down and being so dwarfed in this wide world. When we got the result of the angiogram and I had to go home to an empty home, Allah sent Kay, one of Ismahan's friends, who came actually to collect the bags. I could not say anything but I guessed a woman's instinct. She just hugged me real tight and that was when I gave up to the tears and fears that had been in me since my partner was admitted on the day of his arrival. Prayers and messages from family and very close friends helped me to get through this traumatic ordeal. Having the boys with us helped tremendously. Nobody saw me cried that they thought I was a strong and patient woman. I did my crying when I performed my prayers at the chapel at the hospital - a multi-faith room. Where it was strangers whom asked and encouraged me to talk about my worries and fears. I was a private person and very seldom share my problems with anybody. Yet, being alone in a nw country with practically noboby, I opened up to these strangers. I was truly indebted to the ladies I met in the chapel and the Uber drivers who when they learned about my predicament, offered prayers for my partner. It was an enlightening experience of human nature and love in Islam. Alhamdulillah - thank you Allah.
One happy note was Shaun's wedding. After a failed engagement seven years ago, he finally found someone whom he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. A good wait to get over the hurt and rejection albeit a long one. It was a simple, fun and lovely wedding. May both of them be blessed with happiness. Aamiin.
Family wise ... Ikram finally received an offer for a job at Karangkraf in its IT department. Syafiq had his second convo for his degree with Uniten (the first for his diploma with UTM) and Akmal should complete his master's these. Both of them are still looking for a job. My partner had submitted his one month's notice of resignation citing health reasons and would be retiring in February 2019. I had no idea what he would be doing with himself but I supposed he had something lined up to fill his time then.
Health wise ... my ears were still giving me problems that I finally went to an ENT specialist for treatment. I had it on and off for the past two years. He said it was an infection. The pain would keep recurring and I had to make sure the ears were dried and to keep tabs on the food that triggered the pain. My osteoarthritis knees seemed to be in more pain and I had to take the pain killer daily. As the doctors in Manchester said - if medications could help one live a meaningful and quality life, why not? I still go for my morning walk as often as I can with the encouragement of Syafiq's gift of MiFit - an exercise health band that tracked my steps and heartbeat.
We missed the most awaited event in Malaysia - the GE14 !!! We were so anxious and were frustrated when the internet were blocked and no results forthcoming. The guys in Malaysia kept sending links which could not be opened. We heard first hand how Malaysians came together in finance and time to send home their postal votes. We came home to a new Malaysia. With renewed hopes for a more clean and united country. We gathered and shared whatever news were available. This reminded me of the GE13 when there were also a lot of blackouts and disturbances during the ballot counting because I kept sending messages to Kak Hajar who were in Adelaide at that time as Nadia had a miscarriage. That was also an anxious wait.
Well, overall 2018 is a mixed of ups and downs. Alhamdulillah for all the lessons and grateful for the small mercies to ease and smoothen our lives. Hopefully it makes us a better person than who we were before. Hence, welcome 2019. May it be a much blessed year. Please give us the strength, patience and perseverance to face whatever tests and trials planned for us. I shall make the best of the situation given. Inshaa Allah.
2019 awaits us. Let us embraced it with much warmth and love. Do good unto this year and it will do good unto us. Inshaa Allah. Aamiin.
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