I can't sleep. Listening to some melancholic songs on youtube will surely bring my spirit up *sarcastically sure*.
Anyway what's a single mother to do when she can't sleep huh. Let's write and vent out what's inside. I suppose there's so much inside that somehow it's blocking my sleeping mode. Nevermind, it's the school holidays so I get to sleep in and just chill.
Not going anywhere for the school holidays. Will just be in JB and just relax and take it slow. One day at a time. Before you know it the new school year has started and I will have two exam year children. Luckily I'm not that exam-year-get-paranoid kind of mother. I believe there is so much a child can do in her exams. Guide well, encourage them and make doa all will be well. That is all a mother can do. My two elder ones have done well thus far so my record is all good. Insya Allah.
I believe as long as the child knows his or her parent is confident of them doing well they will do so. Just stay positive for them. That's all we parents can do.
In a few months time I will turn 46. My of my few more years to turning 50 from than on. I make doa I will still be around then. I make doa Allah will let me see my children get settled in their adult life, that I get to see my grandchildren and see my children enjoying their time with their own family.
Life is as you make it to be. I am blessed and I know Allah has only the best for me.
Tuesday, December 1, 2015
Thursday, November 19, 2015
Of Being a Preschool Teacher
I have been a preschool teacher for almost two years now and have been enjoying my time being with children. It doesn't seem like work at all and I love the job wholeheartedly. I am totally grateful for the Almighty to make me brave enough to have a change in career. I know I have made the right choice when everyday I look forward to going to school and meeting the bright and eager faces the next day.
My time has been spent wisely with the children. They make me feel young, energised and eager to face life just like them. When i have conversations with them sometimes I feel they are much smarter than us adults.
Today is the last day of school for my K2 students and I look forward to see them grow successfully as young adults. They were mere babies when I first met them and now they are capable and independent tiny beings.
This is certainly love that has no boundaries.
My time has been spent wisely with the children. They make me feel young, energised and eager to face life just like them. When i have conversations with them sometimes I feel they are much smarter than us adults.
Today is the last day of school for my K2 students and I look forward to see them grow successfully as young adults. They were mere babies when I first met them and now they are capable and independent tiny beings.
This is certainly love that has no boundaries.
Saturday, January 3, 2015
Of Wearing the Burqini
So I decided to purchase a Muslimah swimming suit after thinking about it for some time. I realised I had to buy one because I enjoy swimming very much and I was starting to feel really itchy about getting back into the pool.
The reason I have been putting off to buy the aurat-friendly swimming suit is that I wasn't sure if I could ever have a good swim wearing a burkini. Reason being it had a skirt which I thought would slow me down when I swam.
How wrong was I. Last Friday I put my new swimming suit on, went to a nearby pool and started my swim workout. Wow! Swimming never felt so good. I swam like a fish in the water and never stopped. I think I did approximately 20 laps and felt really good. My initial fear of feeling heavy was wiped off. The suit was never a hindrance for me to swim. In fact I felt I swam better and faster.
Before I wore a swim outfit that was knee high and one that showed my arms. I also had to put a swimming cap which I always feared would slip off as I swam. With my burkini, the swimming cap was attached to the swimsuit thus I could swim without fearing that my cap would disappear into the water.
Thus it was a really good investment and one that made me sure that I would continue with my swimming exercise this 2015. There are swimming pools everywhere in JB thus it is not an excuse to say that there are no available pools nearby.
Happy New Year 2015.
Be safe where you are.
The reason I have been putting off to buy the aurat-friendly swimming suit is that I wasn't sure if I could ever have a good swim wearing a burkini. Reason being it had a skirt which I thought would slow me down when I swam.
How wrong was I. Last Friday I put my new swimming suit on, went to a nearby pool and started my swim workout. Wow! Swimming never felt so good. I swam like a fish in the water and never stopped. I think I did approximately 20 laps and felt really good. My initial fear of feeling heavy was wiped off. The suit was never a hindrance for me to swim. In fact I felt I swam better and faster.
Before I wore a swim outfit that was knee high and one that showed my arms. I also had to put a swimming cap which I always feared would slip off as I swam. With my burkini, the swimming cap was attached to the swimsuit thus I could swim without fearing that my cap would disappear into the water.
Thus it was a really good investment and one that made me sure that I would continue with my swimming exercise this 2015. There are swimming pools everywhere in JB thus it is not an excuse to say that there are no available pools nearby.
Happy New Year 2015.
Be safe where you are.
Sunday, December 28, 2014
Allah Knows Best
I always tell myself that when things happen whether good or bad there is a blessing behind it. It doesn't happen by accident more that it was due to happen. How we react to it defines you as a person, whether cool, calm, and collected or otherwise.
With the recent happenings in Malaysia namely the flooding in the East Coast of Malaysia, and today the Air Asia flight that went missing one can't help wonder what is in store for Malaysia and Malaysians. I can't help but believe that in Allah's eyes we Malaysians are special thus all these challenges HE has given us.
When unhappy things happen I always tell myself that this is another way to get closer to Allah. We humans tend to remember and hold on to the Almighty when we get into trouble. No? Thus it is one way for us to talk to HIM, place our trust in HIM and to leave it all in HIS Hands.
To me this is the only reason I can think of. When my marriage was on the rocks because he fell in love with someone else, all I could do was pray and make doa that I survive the crisis. I made doa that only the best is given to me. I suppose Allah gave me the best because although my marriage didn't survive, I came out of it a much stronger person and I became someone who realised where my strengths and weaknesses are. I certainly never tried to become the old me but strived to become a much better daughter, mother, and friend. I didn't want to go back to becoming the old me. The old me was fat, sedentary and most of all docile. The divorce was a wake-up call and I do believe I have become a better person now. Thus the hikmah from that calamity.
When bad things happen the first reaction would be WHY ME? One should instead think WHY NOT ME? There's always a reason why it happened and I always try to tell myself, (as hard as it can be at times) that I'm special in the eyes of Allah thus the trials and tribulations from HIM. Trust me things do seem a lot clearer then Because by then you do realise that things that happen are out of your control and how to react to it is what's important.
Hence the people in the East Coast states are special in the eyes of Allah Almighty. This is a way for them to be elevated in the eyes of Allah. Material things are just that in the end, material things. But ones faith and belief that behind every calamity is a hikmah. A reason that no matter how bad things goes, it will get better. We have to redha and place our faith and beliefs in Allah. HE knows what is best for us and HE will reward us accordingly.
I can vouch for that. I've been divorced for many years, gone through and still is going through many trials in life as a single mother. However I have faith in Allah Taala. No matter how bad people talk about me, no matter how terrible a person I seem to be especially to those who don't really know me, as long as Allah knows me and as long as those who are important to me know the real me, I can't care less about those who say I'm a failure, that I'm a bad person and useless person because I know that's not true. People can talk nasty about me, people can try to put me down. But as long as I have a good relationship with Allah, I know I'm fine. As arwah mama would say, "go to hell with what people say about you, only you and Allah know the real you, and that is all that is relevant". Alhamdulillah for that reminder from arwah mama and I always remember that advise.
Be safe where you are.
With the recent happenings in Malaysia namely the flooding in the East Coast of Malaysia, and today the Air Asia flight that went missing one can't help wonder what is in store for Malaysia and Malaysians. I can't help but believe that in Allah's eyes we Malaysians are special thus all these challenges HE has given us.
When unhappy things happen I always tell myself that this is another way to get closer to Allah. We humans tend to remember and hold on to the Almighty when we get into trouble. No? Thus it is one way for us to talk to HIM, place our trust in HIM and to leave it all in HIS Hands.
To me this is the only reason I can think of. When my marriage was on the rocks because he fell in love with someone else, all I could do was pray and make doa that I survive the crisis. I made doa that only the best is given to me. I suppose Allah gave me the best because although my marriage didn't survive, I came out of it a much stronger person and I became someone who realised where my strengths and weaknesses are. I certainly never tried to become the old me but strived to become a much better daughter, mother, and friend. I didn't want to go back to becoming the old me. The old me was fat, sedentary and most of all docile. The divorce was a wake-up call and I do believe I have become a better person now. Thus the hikmah from that calamity.
When bad things happen the first reaction would be WHY ME? One should instead think WHY NOT ME? There's always a reason why it happened and I always try to tell myself, (as hard as it can be at times) that I'm special in the eyes of Allah thus the trials and tribulations from HIM. Trust me things do seem a lot clearer then Because by then you do realise that things that happen are out of your control and how to react to it is what's important.
Hence the people in the East Coast states are special in the eyes of Allah Almighty. This is a way for them to be elevated in the eyes of Allah. Material things are just that in the end, material things. But ones faith and belief that behind every calamity is a hikmah. A reason that no matter how bad things goes, it will get better. We have to redha and place our faith and beliefs in Allah. HE knows what is best for us and HE will reward us accordingly.
I can vouch for that. I've been divorced for many years, gone through and still is going through many trials in life as a single mother. However I have faith in Allah Taala. No matter how bad people talk about me, no matter how terrible a person I seem to be especially to those who don't really know me, as long as Allah knows me and as long as those who are important to me know the real me, I can't care less about those who say I'm a failure, that I'm a bad person and useless person because I know that's not true. People can talk nasty about me, people can try to put me down. But as long as I have a good relationship with Allah, I know I'm fine. As arwah mama would say, "go to hell with what people say about you, only you and Allah know the real you, and that is all that is relevant". Alhamdulillah for that reminder from arwah mama and I always remember that advise.
Be safe where you are.
Thursday, December 18, 2014
Write, write, write, and write some more
I had previous blogs before but because of certain circumstances ie, forgot password, forgot email I used etc, hence I had to open a new one.
My two previous blogs are ;
The One Who Loves Marmite at www.kebunsyurga.tumblr.com and
Fresh, Organic and Locally Produced in Kempas at www.gardeninheavenn.blogspot.com
I hope you would enjoy reading my writings.
Be safe wherever you are.
My two previous blogs are ;
The One Who Loves Marmite at www.kebunsyurga.tumblr.com and
Fresh, Organic and Locally Produced in Kempas at www.gardeninheavenn.blogspot.com
I hope you would enjoy reading my writings.
Be safe wherever you are.
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
Peshawar Attack
Before I went to bed last night I got news of the attack to schoolchildren at an army school in Peshawar, Pakistan. What a sad and terrifying news it was Imagine all the children being scared out of their wits being attacked by whom they taught were the supposedly friendly, helpful and mighty Pak Army.
Alas it was not so. They turned out to be The Taliban Terrorist out with a vengeance to teach the Pak Army through the children at the school
I spent almost three years in Pakistan. I could feel for the parents who lost their children and also for the Pak people who always want the best for their country but somehow feel that their hands are tied. Tied by the upper-class Pakistanis who always feel the Pakistan is their country alone and not for the lesser have-nots. A number of my Pak friends have left the country in search of a better life in USA, UK, UAE and many other countries. They feel unappreciated in their own country. The brave ones have stayed on as they believe so much can be done to their beloved homeland.
I loved the time I spent in Pakistan I love the food, their leather and silver goods, the many places to visit, and well, the list is endless. The landscape of the country is just breathtaking. Their hill resorts are beautiful and so green. Their handicraft are just luxurious and their food is out of this world. Alas I feel with yesterday's attack in Peshawar they have gone one step forward but two steps (or more) backward.
Nevertheless I always believe Allah has good plans for the people of Pakistan. They have survived all this while and they will survive and become stronger. I pray for the Pak people and especially for those I know.
Pakistan Zindegi !
Allah Hafez.
Alas it was not so. They turned out to be The Taliban Terrorist out with a vengeance to teach the Pak Army through the children at the school
I spent almost three years in Pakistan. I could feel for the parents who lost their children and also for the Pak people who always want the best for their country but somehow feel that their hands are tied. Tied by the upper-class Pakistanis who always feel the Pakistan is their country alone and not for the lesser have-nots. A number of my Pak friends have left the country in search of a better life in USA, UK, UAE and many other countries. They feel unappreciated in their own country. The brave ones have stayed on as they believe so much can be done to their beloved homeland.
I loved the time I spent in Pakistan I love the food, their leather and silver goods, the many places to visit, and well, the list is endless. The landscape of the country is just breathtaking. Their hill resorts are beautiful and so green. Their handicraft are just luxurious and their food is out of this world. Alas I feel with yesterday's attack in Peshawar they have gone one step forward but two steps (or more) backward.
Nevertheless I always believe Allah has good plans for the people of Pakistan. They have survived all this while and they will survive and become stronger. I pray for the Pak people and especially for those I know.
Pakistan Zindegi !
Allah Hafez.
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