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.

Always nice to have someone say beautiful things about one's late mother. She was a beautiful soul that touched many hearts. If I'm half a person she was I feel blessed.

Al-fatihah, mama...

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.

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.

Family. Divorced or Otherwise

I recently went to KL for some time out of JB. And I'm proud to say I managed to do all that was on my list of to-do list.

I managed to visit my ill cousin, my bed-ridden aunty at Setia Wangsa and also visited an out of touch aunty who lived in a beautiful home at Desa Sri Hartamas.

Most importantly I brought my two younger daughters to visit their paternal grandparents, aunty, uncles and cousins.

Many people I know are impressed with my ability to still be very close to my former in-laws. My reply to this is that whatever happened between my chldren's father and I are solely between us. His family are still my children's family and that tie will never be severed. Furthermore having three daughters; their father, paternal grandfather and paternal uncles will always be responsible for them. What with the wali issue and all.

We spent a few days in Rawang and the girls managed to spend some quality time with the father's side. They are lucky to have a kind uncle with a lovely wife who loves the girls to the moon and back.

Divorce is ugly but it is up to the individuals involved to react positively to the situation.

I'm glad I reacted well to my divorce. Life goes on. Allah knows what is best for me.

Insya Allah.