Sweet Potato for a sweet life & mommyhood

How fast time flies I feel it was just yesterday when I was so lazy to pack our luggage and now it’s already a week and 1 day since we left Malaysia. Definitely it is a hard thing for me. Aqeef is like usual, but has improves more in kegedikan dan kemanjaan. He learnt too much when we were home at Malaysia. He learnt how to have a big family when everyone gave huge attention to him served him like a prince, things that I had tried so hard to do before we went back to Malaysia but might be lack with so much aspect. Aqeef is Aqeef. He loves attention, he loves to play. He is not scare of anybody. Anybody can take him up, play with him and even pamper him to sleep. When we arrive this quiet home of London, Aqeef feels a lot missing but he slowly learns. The only one person that take too hard to learn is ME. I cry every single day want to go back to Malaysia. As if I never stay away from family before.Huhuhu. But day fades away. Sometimes I am just too busy that I can forget all my homesickness. But then once I remember it again, I blame myself. I feel as if I am forgetting my family. Is it a psychiatry problem by the way? Nauzubillah. I hope not.

Aqeef is now 1 year 2 months and half. He can do many things now. Not enough to be write here. He is an active boy. Sometimes he sleeps with shoes on because he really wants me to bring him for a walk. I just can’t stand to see how cute he is especially when he tries so many things that sometimes make me wonder where does he learn them all? Sometimes he does things that we never show him. Like every morning he tries hard to prepare daddy’s shoes when daddy is going to work. He does cute things that cheer up my day, every day. Every time. Even when he is sleeping I laugh by myself because he looks funny but at the same time beautiful. He is love of my life.

It’s now May, and suppose to be early summer. But it still a bit wintery. I mean really like winter. I don’t know where is wrong but after all it’s Allah’s plan. That we’ve to obey. Not much we can do in this kinda weather. We just went to the park, the same park 3 days consecutively. Hyde Park. Beside to rest, it was actually to bring Aqeef to walk. He is now an active walker. He walks much and he loves it. Alhamdulillah that Allah send him the ability to walk in this age. We couldn’t be grateful more.

He loves pigeons. He loves to feed the pigeons around the park. He is not interested much in swans and ducks but pigeons yes. We’ve to wait an hour for him to finish a suppose to be 10 minutes walk because he kept chasing pigeons and squirrels. And he stopped many times checking the road. Daddy said he is ‘Jabatan Kerja Raya’. haha.

One thing I realised is Aqeef doesn’t keen with the idea he walks with daddy while mommy pushing his pushchair forward.Or vice versa, he walks with mommy and daddy pushes his pushchair. He wants everybody to walk along with him. In a line. Nobody in front and nobody walks at the back. According to daddy he actually wants a happy family. A happy family walks together. Hehe. How brilliant this little kid of mine.

Let’s see some pictures.

Suasana muram.Semuram hati ini saat melihat lambaian terakhir kaum keluarga di KLIA semalam.Sedari awal bangkit dari lena di rumah di Melaka, aku mencuba menahan air mata, namun akhirnya tumpah juga. Hati rasa sayu amat melihat air wajah ayah dan mama yang berubah bila di saat-saat akhir aku khabarkan bahawa aku tidak jadi meninggalkan Aqeef pada keluarga di Malaysia. Bukan mahu menduga apatah lagi menyeksa perasaan mereka tapi aku seorang ibu yang melahirkan gusar kelak aku tidak dapat memberi tumpuan pada urusan hidupku di bumi London ini andai berjauhan dengan anak kesayanganku yang tak pernah terpisah walau seharipun sejak saat dia mula menghuni rahimku hingga kini pada usianya setahun dua bulan 9 hari.Aku juga sedih bila terpaksa membuat keputusan begini sementelah pada awal perancangan aku akan tinggalkan si kecil ini untuk dijaga oleh datuk dan neneknya di Melaka. Sangkaku aku kuat,aku tabah. Tapi sebenarnya tidak. Sekejap berjauhan dengannya fikiran dah tak keruan apatah lagi berbulan-bulan lama. Benar aku tak sanggup. Aku tahu ayah mamaku sayangkan cucu lelaki sulung mereka ini, aku sendiri dapat melihat kegembiraan di wajah mereka saat Aqeef memanggil mereka dengan panggilan nyenyek (nenek) dan atak (atuk) dan bila Aqeef manja dengan mereka, merebut mereka dengan anak saudaraku, Awa tapi aku benar tak berupaya.Aku tahu ayah dan mamaku sedih semalam terpaksa melepaskan Aqeef pergi bersamaku ke London, dan hari ini tadi menghantar kepulangan Awa bersama kakak dan abang iparku ke Langkawi, tapi aku selalu sedapkan hati tak apa nanti kami pulang lagi. Hati ini benar-benar rasa sedih dan bersalah bila hanya tinggal 8 jam sebelum berangkat ke KLIA baru aku khabarkan kepada mama bahawa Aqeef akan pulang bersamaku ke London, dalam sayu mama berkata ” Ayah tak godek-godek Aqeef sangat semalam, dia ingat awak nak tinggalkan Aqeef. Kalau tau awak bawak Aqeef mesti dia main dengan Aqeef puas-puas”.Allah.Luluh hatiku.Tak terkata apa. Aku tahu sedihnya mereka.Sebab ini bukan pengalaman pertama perpisahan dengan cucu. Cuma biasanya Awa yang pulang ke Langkawi, jauh-jauhpun tetap senegara.Tapi Aqeef, sudahlah ini perpisahan pertama dengan Aqeef sejak si kecil ini mula pandai menghiburkan atuk, nenek dan seisi rumah dengan keletahnya, jauh pula beribu batu sehingga lain benua. Perpisahan yang dahulu Aqeef hanya bayi kecil 2 bulan, masih belum terasa apa. Tapi perpisahan yang ini, bila Aqeef sudah pandai mencari atuk mahu ikut pergi kerja sudah pandai menangis menjerit memanggil nenek minta kerenahnya dilayan cukup sukar. Dan bukan sahaja sukar bagi aku, bagi ayah mama dan adik beradikku tapi juga pada si empunya diri Aqeef Afwan. Setibanya ke rumah tadi, dia terpinga-pinga memandang sekeliling rumah sepi ni. Memanggil-manggil atak, nyenyek, nyah (makngah) dan dak (mak andak). Sekali lagi luluh hatiku. Sikecil ini sudah tahu erti sunyi. Sudah pandai mencari kelibat orang, sudah tahu erti sebuah keluarga besar. Aku, sudah berjam-jam tiba ke negeri asing ini, masih tidak dapat menahan air mata. Kerap fikiran terdetik kalau di rumah Melaka waktu begini sedang buat apa, senda gurau adik beradik,makanan sedap masakan mama, ayah yang asyik bertanya aku mahu makan apa biar dia carikan, wajah adik-adik. Wajah ayah dan mama. Terbayang setiap inci sudut rumah. Tak terungkap rasanya rindu dalam hati ni. Bilalah nak dapat pulang lagi dengan kekangan masa dan tanggungjawab di sini. Allah , Allah, Allah. Hanya Dia yang maha tahu apa yang paling baik buat kami.

A month and almost half of going back to Malaysia, just two of me and Aqeef without abang I can still feel the incomplete atmosphere hovering around but alhamdulillah that presence of my family is a big miracle indeed. Aqeef adapting quite slowly. From a rarely flu catcher, he was very ill last week that we had to send him to hospital after a week of fever. Most people including my full of experience ma said that Aqeef is missing his daddy very badly. I wont tell others but me too. It’s impossible to not missing him especially when we are away from each other. Even when we are near, I mean become a pair of close ‘housemate’,but I had to go for class and abang of course had to work, I missed him deadly that I want to go home quickly to see him. I told abang about this and abang said, ‘takpe HALAL’. Haha. That’s how abang handles problem that comes around. Even I know deep in his heart he is missing us, especially Aqeef. He said sometimes he feels like crying seeing Aqeef’s things around the house. And I reply I cry when I see Aqeef’s face because he has a very large amount of daddy’s look.

I was on a hiatus for quite long. Reason? (10 marks)

• These previous months I hate anything related to internet, computer and any other gadget. I feel dizzy each time I try to use them. Some know why, but iI would like to keep this reason secret for a while.
• I was very busy with my holiday. We haven’t go back to Malaysia almost 9 months so this time it is a big thing even it is quite incomplete without abang.
• I spend everyday of my holiday eating everything I craved for when I was at London. So much time spend for food, less time for anything else.
• I want to spend more time to see Aqeef grows up. He is 1 year and 1 month old now. With every day passes quickly I feel that it is an injustice for him to share my time doing something else more than to look after him.
• I am quite busy with preparation to enter my final year of study even I am on my holiday.
• I am an easily irritated person now. I get bored and hate people unexpectedly. To avoid being cruel and collecting more sin I thought it was better for me to take a break from internet . But don’t worry I think now I am cured slowly.

And after all this is for abang. He misses to read this blog and keep asking me to write something.

Happy belated birthday for these two apples of my eyes. Without both of you I can’t imagine how colorless my life would be. They both got a year older on last 24th and 25th February (and yes they have almost the same birthday date). I was not so well for the pass few months so I guess this is to repay my late wishes. But we had celebrated these double birthday as a family few days before me and Aqeef went back to Malaysia. Alhamdulillah for the bounty of love Allah bestows among us, we are still together as a happy family.

I thought London would not get any snow this year, but alhamdulillah last Saturday night after a freezing all day, a thick snow than poured down. I was at the lounge when abang suddenly asked me look at the window. I peeked through the window directly to the street light and said “Uhh it’s just rain”. But then abang said “Oh yeah, it’s rain? Look on the road”. And woahhh the road had slightly been covered at the time. Since then I kept returning to window to look at the snow, and kept praying “May it doesn’t last for too short”, and kept looking at the border of the pedestrian and the road to make sure the thickness because abang said if it’s too shallow there was a possibility for it to melt quickly. And the next morning (Sunday) when we woke up….wow it was white everywhere, covered by a quite thick snow. Subhan Allah. So there was Aqeef’s very first snow at the age of 11 months and 1 week. But he seemed to not really like snow, he even refused to be put on the snow as if the snow is too weird for him. He was not in a very good mood btw.

We didn’t go far, all the pics were taken in front of our house. Ok now I can say that I am ready enough for springs.

This recently, I learnt that myself had a big twist in attire. Now I love abaya. When I was studying at Malaysia,I have many typical ‘jubah para ustazah’ (that kinda maroon you match with pink tudung labuh, dark green, dark purple, dark blue and all you always see your former religious teacher wore) but to my uderstanding, abaya is a black jubah (is it?) So I went all over searching for right abaya for me, as I live in East Ham where there are many muslims immigrant live, looking for abaya is not so difficult, because it is sold widely here. But the problem is my body fits literally a very small size compares to Pakistani, Arabian woman, buying the ready made abaya (that meant for them) is not a so clever deal. Even the smallest size left 5 inch excessive on the floor. Wearing the arabian S size makes my 1.48m body looks like a pita kebab wrapped in a big grease paper.

So I decided to try to sew it myself. As a beginning, I bought 4m black crepe. And to my surprise, an abaya of my size just need 2m. The best thing about buying fabric here is all fabrics are 60 inches in wide (like the fabric I always used to make tudung labuh at Malaysia) so buying it for 4m I got 80inches in extra than my early assumption. I will sew another abaya in this week, using the remaining fabric.

I chose to make it an open front abaya, to be worn with my pink satin inner I wore on my wedding day. It was just a perfect match as I always wonder what to do with that satin gown, wearing it with the lace outer will make people think I am a runaway bride (not a model bride in a runaway fashion show, but a bride who run away from her wedding). So wearing it underneath an abaya, with just a quite small sighting from the abaya’s front opening (when walking or sitting) just a nice idea.

Initially after I completed the sewing process, this abaya was a plain black open front abaya until Aqeef woke up from sleep, and started to overhaul his toys sacks. And coincidentally I saw him played with that pale maroon ribbon. I took it and matched it with my abaya, and voila it suited each other.So I sew it to both cuffs. BTW I didn’t know how long did the ribbon has been in Aqeef’s toy stack since I even forgot that I bought it.

I drafted the pattern myself. Imitating some abaya I googled from internet. But abang said that it looks nice. And since he is like me too, just got the awareness of abaya, he keeps asking me “why don’t you wear abaya?” whenever I take out clothes to be worn to go out.

I think black is wonderful, but perhaps it’s not the time yet for me to get rid of other colours from my life. I still need them. Maybe in a bit reduce.

BTW I wore this abaya when we went out to M&M’s World last week, but my previous week was a busy one, only today I’ve got the chance to post this entry, well after inspired by UmmuAmeer’s entry today. She is a good seamstress. She sews neatly and beautifully.

I read so many review about this place, it is a big three floors gallery cum shop of M&M’s chocolate near Leicester Square, within a walking distance to Trafalgar Square. Due to daddy’s hectic schedule, we were hold in a promise to go there since last few weeks and finally went there today. It was weekend so there were too many people. The place was so crowded and to add my diziness was Aqeef that wanted to touch everything because they are so colourful and seducing. At some sections we just couldn’t wait in the long lines anymore that we skipped few interesting photography points. As said, they are photography points so they are made really for photography purpose, that’s why so many people were in queue. We just managed to take picture at few places that were not too crowd.

The reason of bringing Aqeef there is too stimulate Aqeef’s mind with some interactive colourful game but we forgot to bring Aqeef’s shoes, so we couldn’t let him play on the floor (poor him) but it was very lucky that we forgot actually. I am dead sure that if we brought his shoes and let him walk and play on floor, he might do something extraordinary e.g: wipe the floor using his hands or help to polish people’s shoes. So to make our visit stay safe, we better not too let him walk by himself. Furthermore there are too many M&M souvenir sold there. Most of them made of glass. I dare not to let Aqeef makes my husband pay some amends to the store.So I won’t write any longer, we should see some pics.

Aqeef and daddy studying the M&M periodic table. I hope one day Aqeef can be a muslim alchemist or muslim scientist and win nobel prize in Chemistry because in the history there are not so many muslim nobel prize laureate ever yet. Insya Allah.

Periodic table. Siapa hafal ni mesti dapat M+ for chemistry paper.

Family of three going to be five soon, insya Allah. Four? Ehem we might accidentally skipped that.

M&M’s picnic. Look at Aqeef, excitedly trying to join the picnic.

I tried to carry Aqeef daddy’s style, but it just stand for 2-3 minutes. Aqeef is way too big and heavy now. I can’t carry him longer that 5 minutes.

Fancy joining my friends behind picnic?

Daddy tried hard to persuade me to buy Aqeef green rompers behind but I really didn’t fall into it. Rompers suit small baby nicely, but perhaps not for a going to be one year old toddler like Aqeef.

Daddy said the giant M&M behind was trying to ‘sepuk’ Aqeef’s head.

Aqeef tried to jump into the toy basket. But daddy stopped him. You can see how unsatisfied his face was.

Again, family of three ♥

Yummy yellow knight, fierce on the outside but rich with chocolate inside.

Green princess. Actually her skirt has a big opening in front, showing her leap.Daddy initially didn’t allow us to take picture with this princess because daddy said she is too sexy but you see, I was good at hiding it. You can’t see it, don’t you?

At the back door, after we went out. The front door was too crowded, so we ran to the back door to have a proof picture of our visit.Erk Aqeef was having his milk. Too thirsty of greeting people inside the shop.

Sideshow> London Chinatown. There was a lion dance for Chinese New Year at the back, under the tanglungs but there were too many people there, we had to go without glancing it because we obviously had no chance to slip into the crowd of big english people there.And yes there were not too many Chinese there, the audience mostly were english.

Alhamdulillah still given the chance by Allah to live as a family and to have a good time together.May we all be blessed with Allah’s love and guidance.

Alhamdulillah, all praise to Allah. Today, after January is reaching it’s almost end, I am back as a full time munaqaba. A piece of cloth I left behind months ago because that time I thought I wore it without a vast range of knowledge and understanding about it. It’s niqab. Honestly when I chose to wear niqab on 2008, it was mostly because I tried to imitate people and also because I think wearing niqab is cool. But since this early 2012, after taking almost a year of thinking I finally decided to wear it again. This time after a hard study of it’s hukum and implementation, from religious class, from Islamic scholar and also a bit from internet me then become confident to put that small piece of cloth back onto my face.

Why?
I don’t think my face is an aurat. I am syafii mazhab follower where face and palm are not parts of aurat. But I choose to wear niqab with two other reasons. One to respect and to implement the sunnah attire. And two, to teach myself to lower my gaze, to teach myself to respect that piece of cloth I wear by controlling my akhlak and repairing my deeds.

Niqab is NEVER an oppression for me. My husband never suggest me to wear niqab. I choose to wear it myself but once I have decided, my husband is the best supporter ever standing behind to support and protect me. The very first time when I put niqab on my face, I remember it was a day after my birthday, he said “wear proper tudung underneath. In case you don’t feel comfortable, you can open it and the tudung still covering your aurat”.

I had a terrible feeling to travel in tube (the underground train) with niqab on. You know, I live in London one thing I worried most is the extremist old english people that doesn’t like immigrant especially from arab countries and pakistan, but my husband tried to convince me that nothing bad would happen. He said, you have passport with an expensive student visa with you, if they question anything, just show your passport. I am sure Malaysia passport doesn’t bring a big problem for them. And you have me, I will protect you. What he said helped a lot to sooth my feeling and made me comfortable to make a rebeginning of wearing niqab after few months (I left niqab behind after I gave birth to Aqeef, so I guess it’s almost a year now).

So, I presume that this blog is read by only few people who know me personally,especially my family and my friends. There’s nothing for me to hide. I will let my old pictures as they are. Because my intention on writing this blog is as a medium for me to share Aqeef’s news at London with family and close friend at Malaysia. I guess all my readers know how I look like, so no need for me to delete my pictures. And actually I don’t have so many readers. This is really a personal blog. And I think this is my first, and last, one and only blog post about niqab. Life is going on as usual. I will continue writing as Aqeef’s mommy and Dr Shukur’s wife, my mum and dad’s daughter and my sibling’s sister. And also a daughter and sister in law, and a friend to some people. Nothing change. I guess if anyone see me on the street I still can be recognised (especially with Aqeef around and my husband) so please say something to me if we happened to meet anywhere.

Ingredients
1/4 small cup of rice
1 slice cheese
some chicken breast (diced/blend)
2 cups water

Method
Boil rice in water. Don’t let it dry because baby need some gravy.
When the rice already cooked, put the chicken in. Let the chicken cooked.
Put the cheese in, let it melt. Stir to well mix the cheese with the gravy.
Done and done.

The orange things are Aqeef’s name carved from boiled sweet potato. Here it is like a tradition or a habit for mums to put a lunch card inside their children’s lunch box. So because Aqeef can’t read yet, I carve alphabetical sweet potato or sometimes carrot or sometimes boiled egg instead of lunch card so that he can eat them all.

Baby gets:
Protein from chicken
Carbohydrate from rice
Calcium from cheese
Beta carotene, vitamin A from sweet potato
(Ok now me sound more like a nutritionist)

By the way yesterday was Aqeef’s 11 months birthday. Happy birthday darling.

In summary he can:

• Say mommy (but always heard as mamme or shortened to mum or moom), dadda (daddy), menyek (nenek), bibi (baby), he calls every child he meets baby, even they are older than him
• Point to his nose, mouth, hair, teeth and blinking his eyes when asked to do so
• Pout his mouth and shrink his nose to signal his uncomfortable feeling or to teas mommy and daddy as smelly because we always call him smelly smelly baby
• Walk yeay
• Show 5 fingers when being asked how many teeth he has (he actually already has 7)
• Point alif ba taa up to ya, but a bit confuse in A-Z and so much confuse in numbers
• He loves to take Ipad to me asks me to turn on Quran Explorer for him. When I turn it on, he shakes his head and starts to dance to hear the Qari recites the verse. Me myself get confuse whether he knows that he is listening to Quran or he thinks that he is listening to some music like when he is listening to nursery rhymes.
• He loves to wait beside when we pray and sometimes pretend to do solat too. Not so long ago he just stand to do half of the after solat du’a, now he manages to do the whole du’a (I mean he manages to put his hands together and whisper-whisper-whisper-grumble sampai menyembur air liur)

That’s all. I am back to my project.

Sekarang ni setiap hari aku berfikir tentang hati. Hati sendiri. Belum ada masa nak fikir hati orang lain lagi. Setiap hari aku risau, terlalu risau tentang masalah hati yang aku miliki. Sampai ada waktunya aku rasa hati aku ni dah kronik sangat penyakitnya. Sampai dah tak terubat.

Aku ada kenal seorang kakak ni, mula kenal dia banyak tahun lepas. Waktu tu kami dua-dua pun belum bernikah. Sekarang dua-dua dah bersuami, dah ada anak pun. Kakak ni, baik sangat. Walaupun aku cuma kenal dia gitu2 aja, tapi entahlah dia terlampau baik, sampai orang tak sampai hati nak sakiti atau musuhi dia. Aku pernah dengar orang cakap kalau orang tu ada anak, nak anak dia jadi macam kakak ni. Bayangkan baiknya kakak tu sampai orang nak anak jadi macam dia. Aku? Aku punya kisah terbalik pulak. Aku pernah jaga ada budak kecik ni, lepas tu budak ni jadi nakal, emak budak tu salahkan aku kata anak dia nakal sebab terkenan aku. Siap cakap besar nanti jadi jahat macam aku. Jahat benarlah aku ni.

Aku perhatikan kakak ni, aku rasa orang semua suka dia bukan hanya sebab perlakuan dia baik, tapi sebab hati dia baik. Dia tak syak wasangka dekat orang, dia tak mengumpat orang, tak dengki-dengki orang, tak busuk hati dengan orang. Air wajah dia dah boleh nampak hati dia yang baik. Bila kita bersangka baik dengan orang, orang pun akan sangka baik dengan kita. Benda tu, menurut aku boleh tercermin dekat air wajah yang tenang. Kadang-kadang ada juga aku tak setuju dengan kakak ni, tapi tak setuju tu tak sampai tahap aku kena bertegang urat mengutuk dia. Semua tu boleh disimpan di dalam hati, dan cair dengan sendirinya. Tak tahu kenapa.Tak sampai hati atau lebih tepat lagi tak terucap kata-kata kasar pada orang sebaik dia. Dan orang lain pun sama. Aku tak pernah dengar kakak ni merungut pasal orang komen dia, atau orang tak suka dia. Sebab dia sendiri baik. Orang tak sampai hati nak membenci orang sebaik dia.

Kakak berhati baik yang aku kenal ni, dia ada kebaikan yang ramai orang idamkan, tapi dia sikit pun tak pernah boost pasal kebaikan dia. Sebab tu ramai orang suka dia. Kebaikan dia, dia simpan sendiri, dia tak cerita melampau-lampau. Tapi sebab dia tak cerita tulah orang suka dia. Sampai orang tak nampak keburukan dia. Betul apa yang orang cakap, kalau kita buat kebaikan dan kita sorokkan, orang akan tahu juga (dengan cara baik) dan dalam masa yang sama keburukan kita terpelihara sebab orang tak suka nak korek keburukan orang yang baik.

Aku selalu terfikir, kalau kita asyik boost pasal taubat kita, orang akan cari kisah kita sebelum bertaubat. Kalau kita asyik boost pasal aurat kita yang kita jaga dengan baik orang akan dedah pula kisah kita sebelum kita tutup aurat.Kalau kita sibuk boost pasal ilmu agama yang kita pelajari, orang akan korek pulak diri kita sebelum belajar agama. Kalau kita sibuk boost pasal niqab kita, orang akan cungkil pulak rahsia kita sebelum berniqab. Kalau kita sibuk boost pasal pernikahan kita, orang akan ungkit pula aib kita sebelum bernikah. Kalau kita boost pasal mujahadah kita, orang akan risik pulak buruk kita sebelum bermujahadah. Orang tu manusia, di sekeliling kita. Kadang yang menyedihkan orang tu adalah orang yang baik dengan kita atau pura-pura baik dengan kita. Sedihkan ada kawan macam itu. Sangat menyedihkan.

Kadang-kadang aku rasa macam nak bawa keluarga aku duduk suatu tempat yang sangat-sangat terpencil, biar tak ada manusia dapat tengok apa yang kami buat supaya manusia tak dapat nak kata apa. Biar Allah je yang nampak, biar Allah yang nilai.

Last week, Friday was my birthday. Nothing special for me, birthday means an addition to the number of my age, and to act carefully as a maturer person. So everything went as usual, also, to fulfill my gedikness, I did restricted my birthday showed in my fb profile, so only those who remembered did come dropped a wish. Actually I just forgot to unrestricted it back a day before my birthday. On my birthday, I realised, tapi dah malu nak buat correction huhu, so there went my un-fb-birthday.

But I did received few wishes, from my family, my husband, and some friends. Thank you very much.

As my birthday fell on winter, so there was no outing, it’s too cold, I prefer to stay at home after school.

So that night, abang came home quite late. I already knew that this thing would happened, it just waited for the right time, because abang had several times ‘terlepas cakap’ to celebrate my birthday his way. So he came home brought all he did said. Everything suppose a birthday girl receives, a small chocolate cake (enough for 3), a birthday card, and an Ipad 2 (ok this is not every birthday girl’s)

Abang chose pink for everything, the card, the Ipad 2 cover, as if I am really a pink addict. I am not so actually.

Except for the word worship, everything was perfect!

Suamiku yang gigih mengambil cop tangan bayinya. I know how hard it took, because knowing Aqeef to get his palm stamp is harder than to get Maher Zain’s autograph. His hand never sleep!

The Ipad 2, inclusive Aqeef’s camwhore as wallpaper.Thank you abang.

Time ni baby ni merajuk dah sebab lama duduk atas booster seat tapi mommy belum bagi kek lagi.

Dapat kek terus senyap. He knows that before eating he has to recite prayer, but he has no idea that we should not eat using both left and right hands.

So thank you abang for celebrating my birthday, thank you Aqeef for coming into mommy’s life and make it wonderful, thank you to my family and friends for the warm wish, thank you mama for giving birth to me, sacrifice every thing for her stubborn daughter, thank you ayah for rising me up, until I become who I am today and next, and most of all thank you Allah for this bounty of sweet life.Alhamdulillah masih diberi nikmat bernafas di atas dunia.