Sweet Potato

So it was a week ago, on February 24, my little boy, Aqeef Afwan’s 2nd birthday. The next day, 25th February, my ‘big boy’ aka daddy aka mr husband aka my hero’s 30′something birthday. We were so happy, I was dreaming of organizing a birthday party for long, and on that very day of Aqeef’s birthday, which fell on Sunday, every thing went smoothly as planned. Alhamdulillah. Because their birthday are just differ by a day, consecutively so daddy was too shy to own up that it was his birthday party too (afraid that people might tease him for having a birthday party at the age of 30 something) so we just said that it was Aqeef’s birthday. I made everything myself, nasi tomato, ayam masak merah, pulut kuning with rendang daging and a black forest cake. Daddy did the party decoration, and Aqeef did the joy. Almost all our Malaysian friends that reside in London came, Aqeef was so happy. He bounced all day long, even forgot to take his evening nap, and forgot to eat too.Aminah had a nice sleep. Knowing Aminah, she loves sleeping in noise, the more the merrier.

We had fun, chatting, sharing stories got to know each other better. Aqeef got presents and was so excited that he couldn’t choose which present was to be unwrap first. He got puzzles, books, musical instrument set, a wagon, slide (from daddy), playhouse from mommy, rocking caterpillar,chocolate, and some other gifts. There is a battery powered tooth brush that he keeps trying to share with me and his sister. Just want to say, thank you everyone for the present and for coming to our son’s birthday party.

Birthday boys, and look at Aminah, adopting someone’s hug to fall asleep in. What an easy baby she is.

Some of our guest. Thank you everyone for coming

Aqeef with some of the presents he got. Was very confuse to choose.

Brother and sister. After the party.

The party decoration, balloons were all nice, arranged by daddy, and still there in my hall until now. Every day Aqeef takes the balloon in and out from his playhouse. About the playhouse, Aminah seems to be very fond with it. She fell asleep in it once. It was so funny to find a little baby sleeps in the playhouse.

And, on that very day too, we received three guests from Egypt, Hanim, Amirah and Anisah. Nice girls, doctors to be. thank you for the souvenirs, very delicious chocolates and warm chatting we had. Akak sedih when you all left huhu, tapi akak faham kamu semua kena balik Mesir sebab cuti dah habis.

Semalam, hajat hati nak masak nasi lemak, sekali dapur pulak rosak. Maklumlah dapur rumah kami jenis tak keluar api, pakai elektrik, ingatkan satu plate je rosak, rupanya semua rosak. Akhirnya, idea kreatif datang. Tanak nasi dalam oven. Tergelak kami suami isteri sebab nasi tu menjadi pulak.Tapi nasi biasa je, malas dah nak bernasi lemak. Nasi je lauk tak masak? Sabar bagilah saya habis cerita dulu. Sambal ikan bilis, sambal ayam dan daging masak kicap campur brokoli dah siap, daddy ‘masak’ di Malaysian hall. Sekali sekala beli lauk luar sebab semalam mommy sibuk tahap gaban.

Malam tu, lepas makan ajak Aqeef tengok gambar keluarga di Malaysia.Aqeef kata “toktok deded” (atuk grand dad)- Aqeef memang kepakaran mencampur bahasa haha. Selak gambar demi gambar, sampailah dekat gambar scanned masa sekolah rendah dulu. Gambar ayah masa hari penyampaian hadiah darjah 5.

Teringat waktu sekolah-sekolah dulu betapa sucinya kasih sayang ayah.

Emak dulu bekerja. Untuk bantu sara kami 8 beradik. Kerja telekom. Kerja shif, kadang-kadang kerja pagi tak sempat buat sarapan untuk anak-anak. pagi-pagi ayah hantar kami pergi sekolah singgah warung jual kuih, dan paksa kami bawa bekal roti canai, nasi lemak, kuih-muih untuk makan di sekolah. Ingat lagi dulu, saya bukanlah peminat nasi lemak untuk makan pagi, apatah lagi kuih keria, tapi sebab dibelikan oleh ayah, maka kuih itu kutelan jua. Sentimental value. Pagi-pagi makan nasi lemak, time belajar tersendawa, aduh pedas tekak. Tapi hampir setiap hari perkara sama kuulang sampai jadi sebati.

Jalan-jalan di fb, ada rakan yang minta didoakan kesihatan abahnya, terlantar di hospital. Hati ni serta merta jadi sayu. Dah dekat 10 bulan tak balik malaysia jumpa ayah, tatap wajah ayah. Allah sedihnya rasa. Bila call ayah dengan emak, emak kata “macam manalah rupa Aminah, nenek dengan atuk tak pernah jumpa Aminah lagi”.Tersiat-siat rasa hati ini. Sedih.

Masa saya mengandungkan Aqeef, ayahlah orang yang paling kerja keras nak sediakan apa-apa yang saya teringin nak makan. Ikhlas hati ayah bukan mainan. Bukan tak pernah orang sakiti hatinya, termasuk saya sendiri pernah berkali-kali menyakiti hatinya. Ayah ajar orang berkawad untuk hari merdeka, tapi bila sampai masa ayah tak dapat apa-apa penghargaan pun. Ayah buat kerja itu ini, bila sampai masa orang lain yang naik pangkat. Ayah tegur bekas guru besar sekolah SKBH kat dalam bank CIMB (masa tu masih Bank Bumiputera kot), cikgu tu, cikgu rahman namanya buat tak tahu je. Macam orang nak rompak dia pulak. Tapi ayah pemaaf sungguh. Tak pernah lokek membantu sesiapapun yang dalam kesusahan. Walaupun orang yang ayah tak kenal, orang di jalanan. Terlampau banyak kebaikan ayah. Tak mampu nak cerita.

Ayah,
Hanya doa mampu kak Farah kirim dari jauh.
Harap ayah sejahtera dan baik-baik sahaja.
Andai murah rezeki kurniaan Allah, tak lama lagi dapatlah kami pulang.

Ya Allah sihatkan ayahku, panjangkan usianya untuk beribadah, untuk lihat anaknya ini berjaya seperti mana harapan ayah selama ini.

oh air mata,
simpanlah dirimu.

It’s been quite a long time since my last post, approximately a month back.What happen since the last day I posted? You know, Aqeef-Aminah-Aminah-Aqeef-daddy-study-hospital thingy-living oversea-cooking-house cleaning and some other things revolved around.What a chores!

I used to doubt when people called me a wonder woman, but now I’m admitting, perhaps they’re right. I really am.I am a student with two babies, one is 21 months old and the latest, Aminah is 5 weeks old.I am a wife, I do cooking, I do laundry, I went out for class when my newborn baby was only 6 days old, and I endure my ‘pantang’ thingy all alone without my mum or mum in law, with the only person can be referred to is my husband (who has lesser experience in hands than me haha). I live oversea with so much things, weird things I mean, come around. But no less, I made it, alhamdulillah.

Another things, around my hiatus was the publishing of my book, SAKINAH MAWADDAH. A thin 208 pages-life with some crisis novel, published by Telaga Biru. Already in market since early September, just couldn’t make it to be shared here. You can buy it (if you want to) from any book store that selling books from Telaga Biru. The link is here, SAKINAH MAWADDAH.I haven’t see it yet, still waiting for my sister’s parcel to reach London.

Both my kids are doing really good.Aminah is such a good and understanding baby. Aqeef has grow up so much.With so many genius ability, inherit from daddy. Aminah is now 4.2kg, Aqeef is 10 something and me, still 40kg.I wont burden my mind thinking about my loss so much post pregnancy weight so I end up eating so much food to see if it can help me putting up some weight but unfortunately it doesn’t. Nonetheless I’ve tried.

It’now the beginning of winter. Days become very gloomy, and shorter. Life is more comfortable staying in the house rather than to go out, especially with a small baby like Aminah. But Aqeef is a toddler that need to be brought out to see the world and learn. Sometimes i just can decide which baby’s needs is to be fulfilled huhu.Lucky me that abang is very helpful. Sometimes he goes out, just alone with Aqeef to bring Aqeef for a walk while mommy stay home to take care of Aminah.

I miss my family at Malaysia so much, but with all the bustle here, I still don’t meet any best time to go home. I pray may Allah make it easier for me to manage mine and my family’s life. Aamiin.

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.

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.

Winter doesn’t allow us to go out very often. So we opt to craft and of course I wouldn’t be in the mood to do so if Aqeef doesn’t show his interest in crafting on the first place.

Initially I had to provide everyone with suitable apron. And my husband suggested why don’t I sew one for Aqeef instead of going around the mall to search for this rare thing (apron on his size). So using the scrap of my remnant fabric from the previous sewed thing, here it is, along with mine and my husband’s.

Wearing his apron (sorry for the stuffy mouth)

Daddy’s and mommy’s

Crafty baby on work.

Mommy and daddy have to share a narrow space because Aqeef chose to stamp his palm quite in the middle. Daddy said, when we have more kids, we should buy another canvas so that everybody can have their palm stamped. He started to count and finally came out with unreasonable conclusion “Hmm may be we need to buy another 12 canvas after this”. That of course drew out few words from me then.

That’s my so so left handwriting.

I bought two plain canvas to be written with some verses from Al Quran, but then I found one is enough. So the extra one become our family’s first craft project ever. And that’s it eventually after considering that being a happy family is also one of the so many common errands in Islam (I had a huge battle inside myself, feeling guilty for changing my first intention to do two verses from Al Quran on each plain canvas to one).

Aqeef’s apron is reversible, so that he can use any surface he likes. But of course he seems to like the red polka dot better.

Sewing the apron is not too difficult, I mean it is really not difficult, in an easy word it’s easy peasy. I took around less than an hour to finish.

The strings I used are knitted strings that I knitted myself. I could fancy some ribbons but just to make it become more significant (the more you work, the more appreciable things can be).

So I guess that’s for our gloomy beginning of winter. I had some work to deal with this lately. Insya Allah I will be less busy by this week and Aqeef can have his fun outing back before night everyday. A walk to park or ice skating perhaps.

After sometimes of enduring my marriage, I found myself a better person then what or who I did before. There was once before my marriage that I felt so disgusting about my bad temper problem. I couldn’t stop blaming others for bad things that happened but then after I become who I am now, I can consider that were all my mistakes. But it takes too long, at least for me, few years to realise!

After all I can conclude that bad things happened because of bad mouth I did have. Bad words that kept going out each time I talked to others. But now, when I see that people again, I feel sorry and ashamed for my stupidity. Sometimes I wish they forgot what I did say. But you know my mum told me, it’s easy for you to forget bad things that you did to others, but people might forgive but not forget. Each time they see you they would be reminded things that happened. Sometimes I feel like going over the persons I hurt and ask “would you forgive me for what I did?” But being me, a mounted ego.

I always thinking of doing good to people I hurt. I want to save something in my life that can serve others correctly the way they deserve. And so I think good words is the best medicine to repair things I done wrong before.

And yesterday was my sister’s 27th birthday, my sister that I hurt many times before.

And today is my brother’s 24th birthday. My brother that once cried because I said harsh things to him.

I love them both, I know words could never heal the pain I put in their hearts, but I just want to say I am so sorry for rude stupid immature words I used. I hope they forgive me. As I love them much. Nonetheless we all came out from the same womb, we have the same blood flowing in every hearts. The worst me was the past. My mum said nothing could break the bond between us.

Eid Mubarak everyone. Tahun ni tahun pertama Aqeef beraya sebagai seorang bayi, tahun lepas beliau masih berstatus fetus 3bulan setengah dalam rahim mommy. Malangnya tahun ni kami tak dapat pulang beraya di Malaysia, jadi kami sekeluarga kecil ini hanya beraya di Kedutaan Malaysia di London. Sedih, tapi tak apalah tahun depan kita balik raya Malaysia. Makanan tak semewah dan selazat di rumah keluarga di Malaysia tapi demi meraikan anak yang belum faham pun raya tu apa, mommy masaklah pulut kuning, rendang ayam dan rendang daging. Buat cupcake sikit, biskut cornflake dengan chocolate chip cookies. Sebenarnya daddy yang request semua makanan. Alhamdulillah semua cooked well. Aqeef tukang ambik bau je, makanan dia tetap bubur seperti biasa dengan susu. Tidak wajarlah memberi baby 6 bulan seminggu makan pulut kuning di pagi raya khuatir akan bertukar menjadi JohnCena pulak di kemudian hari. Tapi Aqeef tetap mendapat bahagiannya, baju raya pertama. Tajuk besar jubah, tajuk kecik jubah Morocco agaknya, tajuk tak rasmi jubah belang-belang ataupun dalam erti kata lain bantai jelah mommy jahitkan baju yang paling senang dan selesa (sila rujuk gambar-gambar). Tapi jangan risau, walaupun senang tetap dijahit dengan sepenuh kasih sayang.

Oklah sebab menulis dalam bahasa Melayu demi tatapan kaum keluarga di Malaysia, idea menjadi kering. Lalu mari kita menonton gambar.

Salam Aidil Fitri daripada kami sekeluarga, Mohd Shukur, Norfaradina dan Aqeef Afwan. Maaf zahir dan batin

Aqeef versi Al Qaeda daddy kata sebab pakai kopiah dengan jubah. Tapi atuk kata sebab belah dalam pakai seluar jeans kurang sikit Al Qaedanya.

Family of 3 di pagi Aidil Fitri.

Tahun ini kami menyambut hari raya di perantauan. Walaupun di perantauan, tetap ada ketupat, tengok belakang kami tu. Tapi versi plastik, nak cari yang daun kelapa sila balik Malaysia.

Depan kedutaan Malaysia, Belgrade Square.

Ferarri anak raja Kuwait. Tapi yang depan tu memang bukan anak raja kuwaitlah ye. Minyak sawit pun bukan. Orang minyak harus. Tapi tetap menjadi pujaan hati Aqeef dan mommy.

Selepas menjamu selera haruslah pergi ke taman menjamu itik burung dan angsa sebagai tanda perkongsian rezeki.

Bayi yang cuba menayangkan baju rayanya.

Baju raya pertama Aqeef jubah belang-belang yang dijahit oleh mommy.

Fuhhh…Finally, a stripey short for my little boy. I’ve started to work on it since a day before his 4th (months old) birthday, and it takes a week to finish. A tortoise mommy I did! But it’s too impartial to blame me for my overly abundant, this little guy has a strong taboo to see his mommy touching her sewing machine. He does many tricks to change my attention from my sewing machine.This short really a nostalgic thingy indeed. When I was a kid, me and my younger sisters had many this kinda short. We called it as seluar cukeng. I had one stripey like this…hmm or it might be my sisters’s, never mind. I remember we used to fight and snatch and steal them from each other. Even they were supposed to be shared. The fight would usually ended up with me lose and crying and my sisters as the winners because they are twin, and they cooperated to fight me. At the end of the day, mama would interfere and solve our problem by dividing the seluar cukeng one for each of her naughty daughter. If it wasn’t enough for three of us, she would find another. Her usual clause “bontot ada sorang sepasang je. Seluar pun kena pakai sorang sepasang tak payah nak rebut2″…Huuu..Now we don’t wear them anymore. Might be mama has threw them all.

However, this is as for now the first seluar cukeng for my little boy, mommy made!

Please forgive my very little model. He can’t do catwalk yet!

Kepada ayah, Ab Ghafar Dahalan,
Ayah, tak berapa tahun lepas sebelum Kak Farah jadi isteri Shukur, masa tu Kak Farah dah habis sekolah dah, rasanya umur kak Farah 17 tahun masa tu. Ati dengan Ika 15 tahun, adik Danny 9 tahun. Kak Farah, Ati, Ika dengan Danny jumpa celak. Mama tak bagi pakai-pakai celak nak2 lagi pada Danny. Jadi masa mama tidur kami ambik celak tu buat main pakai dekat mata, dekat pipi. Ayah baring depan tv dekat ruang tamu lama sebelum rumah kita renovated. Lepas tu kami jahat, kami ambik celak tu lukis macam2 dekat perut ayah. Lepas tu kami ejek ayah, kami lukis gambar orang kotak, ikan terbalik, burung rangka yang ayah selalu lukiskan untuk kami masa kami kecik2 dulu kalau ayah tinggal rumah dengan kami je time mama kena kerja weekend. Ayah biar je kami conteng2 perut ayah. Nakal betul kami nikan. Ayah relakan je kami conteng perut ayah sebab ayah nak kami have fun dan rapat sesama adik beradik dan rapat dengan ayah. Terima kasih ayah.

Ayah, makin kami besar, ayah jadi makin penyabar. Ayah berlembut dengan kami. Seingat kak Farah dah lebih 10 tahun kak Farah tak kena rotan dengan ayah. Sekarang ni Danny pun dah tak kena rotan dah. Haippp! Biasa danny tu manja bukan main. Mana kena rotan2 ni. Anak bongsulah katakan. Tapi Kak Farah bersyukur ayah rotan Kak Farah dulu, masa Kak Farah dapat D ujian matematik darjah 5. Jadi Kak Farah belajar untuk cuba elak dari ulang kesalahan yang sama sampai sekarang Kak Farah dah masuk universiti. Terima kasih ayah.

Ayah, masa Kak Farah tingkatan 3, satu pagi tu Kak Farah telefon ayah dari asrama bagitau pada ayah kak Farah dapat anugerah pelajar cemerlang. Kak Farah naik pentas dapat hadiah petang tu ada mesyuarat PIBG kat sekolah. Ayah kata ayah kena pergi kerja dekat Kuala Lumpur hari tu. Kak Farah sedih. Kak Farah ingat ayah tak dapat datang. Sekali time kak Farah naik pentas Kak Farah nampak ayah dekat bawah pentas. Ayah tepuk tangan, ayah berdiri. Kak Farah rasa terharu sangat masa tu. Masa kak Farah ambik hadiah dari pengetua, dia tanya ayah kamu datang? Kak Farah angguk, Kak Farah tunjuk kat pengetua siapa ayah Kak Farah. Pengetua lambai tangan dekat ayah. Pengetua kata ayah kamu mesti bangga dengan kamu. Dengan baju kerja dia datang tengok kamu naik pentas ambik hadiah. Terima kasih ayah.

Ayah, masa Shukur kata nak nikah dengan kak Farah, ayah terdiam sekejap. Kak Farah tau ayah serba salah sebab kak Farah muda sangat lagi. Ayah nak kak Farah habiskan belajar dulu. Tapi ayah rela korbankan kepuasan untuk tengok Kak Farah ikut timeline biasa – masuk universiti – konvokesyen – kerja – kahwin – dapat anak. Ayah izinkan Kak farah – masuk universiti – kahwin dulu – lepas tu dapat anak – baru konvokesyen – kerja (kalau rajin), demi kegembiraan Kak farah, demi kebahagiaan Kak Farah. Terima kasih ayah.

Ayah, masa Kak Farah nak lahirkan Aqeef, ayah telefon banyak kali. Ayah tak dapat datang lagi. Tapi ayah sangat cemas. Ayah sedih sebab tak dapat datang waktu kak Farah bersalin. Ayah telefon Kak Dila suruh pergi tengok Kak Farah supaya kak Farah kuat sekurang-kurangnya Kak Dila ada (terima kasih kak, abang Md Nor dengan Awa). Terima kasih ayah.

Ayah, masa hari tu Kak Farah telefon ayah, ayah tanya khabar Kak Farah ulang2 kali sebab ayah risau. Ayah pesan suruh jaga anak (Aqeef Afwan) elok2, belajar rajin2. Jangan bazir duit. Terima kasih ayah.

Banyak jasa ayah, banyak pengorbanan ayah. Kak Farah tak mampu nak ungkap dengan kata-kata. Kalau Kak Farah nak ganti dengan harta emas permata pun takkan termampu gantikan kasih dan cinta, doa dan pengorbanan, air mata seorang bapa yang ayah tumpahkan demi seorang anak bernama Norfaradina ni. Berapa kali Kak Farah lukakan hati ayah, berapa kali Kak Farah calarkan kepercayaan ayah pada Kak farah, tapi ayah tetap doakan kesejahteraan untuk Kak farah, malah ayah gandakannya semoga jalan hidup Kak Farah terbuka lebih mudah, lebih luas. Terima kasih ayah. Kak Farah bersyukur pada Allah sebab kurniakan ayah untuk Kak Farah.

And for my beloved husband, Mohd Shukur Bin Zainol Abidin,
Abang, thanks for coming into my life. This lately few years of my life are absolutely wonderful due to your presence and moreover the arrival of our little prince, Aqeef Afwan Bin Mohd Shukur that enlighten my journey, make it so much meaningful yet to be endured strongly. Who knows, small action I took 10 years ago yielded the most amazing miracle. The love Allah bestowed among us upon this marriage grows perfectly inside us. So many sacrifices, support and help you made for me, Allah knows. Thanks for being my husband, daddy to Aqeef Afwan. Allah knows how glad am I that you come into my life. May our love is blessed till the world ends to Al Jannah insyaAllah. We do muhasabah every day, in hope Allah deepen our sacred halal love to each other. Please guide me into the right path. Hold my hand, I’ll walk with you. I love you abang. I want to be the best wife for you, I want to be the most thankful wife in the world. Ayang bersyukur dikurniakan Mohd Shukur Bin Zainol Abidin sebagai suami dunia akhirat insya Allah.

Abang, I’ve never met your abah. But I know, if he is still with us, he must be happy to see how well you and your brothers are doing. May Allah’s bless his soul with rahmah and maghfirah. And may him be placed with those solehin and tabiin. Al fatihah for arwah abah Zainol Abidin Bin Jusoh.

Selamat hari ayah. Happy daddy’s day. I’ll make sure to make both my ayah and Aqeef’s daddy happy every day. I’ll pray for ayah, Aqeef’s daddy and arwah abah every day.