A Dainty Lollies and the Flat Tyre

One dusty morning a dainty lady woke up to another routine day. She shouted at her kids to get up early and hit the shower, lest the water become too hot and will scald their skin. She is that caring.

She hang the clothes, made breakfast (garlic bread with cheese). Then she pestered her first son to get ready for school.

She roared the engine and flicked the aircond switch and slowly and carefully as she usually is, preseed the accelerator pedal to reverse her car. But the car seemed to not want to move.

She knows she is dainty but she cannot be that weak. She knew something was wrong. Glanced at the panel. There you go an LED icon that refuse to go away. It says FLAT TYRE. Qadr Allah.

Got off the car and confirmed herself.

What to do! What to do!

Eldest son is late to school. Called the teacher. And called her lover and complained and pretended to about to cry.

But lover, the knight and shining hero, refused to come and save her, but told her to take the pump and pump the tyre herself then go find a mechanic and have it fixed.



(Of course I am not going to pump the tyre myself? And what? Risk my fingers becoming dirty? I have Haziq to do it for me. And later we send it to the professional to patch the tyre up.)

The dainty lady sweltered under the heat and cannot wait to pout when lover comes back home from his day of hunting.

Dating

Posted on 10th december 2009

Since we are placed in separate room in both Mekah and madinah. Eh also Mina and Arafa. We hardly see each other. But Alhamdulillah we live in technology era and have phone with us, we can say hi just by calling or smsing. We can gaduh by sms also. Tak ada I tak gaduh dengan dia tau. Err..

But sometimes we meet up to get air tebu together. Ada jual air tebu near our hotel in Mekah. Yayyy! Or we went to get Saudi KFC called Al Baik. or pergi beli pisang. Or beli biskut-biskut. Or just to minum teh panas. he he. This is mainly after the umrah but before hajj time (hajj tamattu')

Call : Buat apa tu? Jom minum air panas sat.
Call : Awak nak makan apa ya? Nak saya bungkus tak?
Call : Awak dah dinner belum? Makan kat bawah jom.
Sms : Asal awak sombong dengan saya? Dah ada kawan baru tak mo layan kita ya? I dont want friend you.
Sms : Morning adzkar. Don't forget.
Sms : Pukul berapa turun naik van?
Sms : Saya ada masalah. Kentut saya busuk. Macamana nak kentut ni ramai orang dalam bilik.
Sms : Jumpa kat toilet no 8.
Sms : Pukul berapa nak jumpa?
Sms : 715
Sms : Lambatnya
Sms : kasi canlah
sms : pukul 7 lah
sms : Lecehlah awak ni! Saya jalan sendirilah.
Sms : ok 710

He he. Macam dating pulak.

The Calling

Posted on 8th November 2009

My lover used to say many years ago, "I want to go to hajj before I am 40". And I used to answer, "Err before you 40 that would make me go before 37 years old. I am too young lah."

But time passed. Things change. Something happen. Skin sagged. Hips widened.

So, it was last year I decided to go to this hajj talk. The talk was meant for the last years' bakal hajj. At that time I have already felt the need to fulfill the fifth pillar.

So the speaker started off by asking the participant the meaning of talbiyah. I didn't know what the talbiyah means actually. I can recite them because it is always repeated on TV. I can recall it from my childhood memories. Anyway I think in the end someone read from the book, but the speaker reiterated it.

Aku menyahut panggilan-Mu ya Allah. Aku menyahut panggilan-Mu ya Allah dan tiada sekutu apapun bagi-Mu. Sesungguhnya puji, nikmat dan kekuasaan hanya bagi-Mu tanpa sekutu apapun bagi-Mu dan juga segala kekuasaan adalah milik Mu. Ya Allah aku menyahut panggilan-Mu. Tiada sekutu bagi Mu.

Here I am responding to You, O Allah, Here I am responding to You. Here I am, You have no partner, here I am responding to you. Verily all praise and blessings are Yours, and all sovereignty, You have no partner.

He got me at "menyahut panggilan Mu." I don't know how to tell you how I felt, but when I heard what it meant, I felt ashamed of my ignorance. I am ashamed that I have ignored God for the most part of my life. I felt small. But on the other hand I felt hope because I know that I can still respond to Him. I cried passionately that day, until someone passed me a tissue. :P. But because of that, I made a resolution that I want to go as soon as I can. Alhamdulillah. All praises goes to Allah for all the bounties that He has bestowed.

I wonder if lover remembers what he said about making hajj by 40. He is after all born in the year 69. Pray for us.

Three Bald Men

Posted on 19th April 2009

Haziq initially did NOT want to shave his hair off. Which is understandable. And I didn't want to force him anyway. It does not nullify the umrah and plus he is still boy.

But most importantly i don't like making him do things without him knowing why should he do it in the first place. I prefer that he feels he want rather than because Ibu said so. But this does not apply to basuh pinggan, kemas bilik, lipat plastik dan sebagainya. :P

But then we talked about humility and such. I also narrated this hadith

Bukhari :: Book 2 :: Volume 26 :: Hadith 785
Narrated Abdullah bin Umar:

Allah's Apostle said, "O Allah! Be merciful to those who have their head shaved." The people said, "O Allah's Apostle! And (invoke Allah for) those who get their hair cut short." The Prophet said, "O Allah! Be merciful to those who have their head shaved." The people said, "O Allah's Apostle! And those who get their hair cut short." The Prophet said (the third time), "And to those who get their hair cut short." Nafi' said that the Prophet had said once or twice, "O Allah! Be merciful to those who get their head shaved," and on the fourth time he added, "And to those who have their hair cut short."

Prophet Muhammad s.a.w. prayed three time for Mercy from Allah to those who shaved their whole head.

He then agreed. tee he he. Ahamdullilah. I pray that Allah will always send guidance to my children.

And when the men came back after doing their tahlul (I went straight back after my snip snip. Tak kuasa nak tunggu. dah pukul 2 pagi), my lover, Mr Fath (we went with the Faths family) and Haziq, they all came back looking like aliens. Two big ones and one small one. Cute!

To tell you the truth, I cringe thinking what my lover would look like bald. He had never gone bald. In fact the first time I met him, he had this long thick shiny healthy black hair. Oh so macho!

Now bald, my my my still macho. :P

And I love playing with their growing hair. It's like caressing a carpet or those velvet fabric. I was checking out whether the hair colour would change like velvet when you caress the fabric. Caressing their not so bald hair is very stress relieving i think. It pricks your hand a bit but on the other hand it is very soft. It would bend when you go against the grain but would go back to the hair root direction. Sangat menggeramkan.

Do you know that for the first two days, the sticky tiny hair left on the head is like a velcro. It will stick to the ketayap or your shirt. Each time you pass a fabric it will stick to those hair like a velcro.

Even ihsan, Elisa's son would rub Haziq's head. Saying smooth as he rubbed it along the grain, saying rough as he went against it. Smooth rough smooth rough smooth rough smooth rough, he went.

Apparently growing tiny hair after shaving it bald makes your head more of a public property. And beware playing with it can be very addictive!