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Isteri berdikari suami tidak hilang maruah diri

Suami saya, arwah abahnya meninggal dunia ketika dia berusia 5 tahun, waktu itu adik bongsunya cuma berusia beberapa hari. Kemudian mereka dibesarkan oleh seorang emak yang tabah dan hebat.

Kita seringkali disogok dengan cerita bahawa orang lelaki suka sekiranya wanita bergantung pada dia. Namun jika lelaki tersebut insaf dan sedar bahawa dunia ini pinjaman, dirinya pinjaman kepada isteri, isteri dan anak-anak pinjaman kepada dia, dia akan memberi ruang yang sepatutnya kepada isteri dan anak-anak untuk meningkatkan kualiti diri supaya dapat berdikari tanpa sedikitpun merasa bahawa keberdikarian mereka akan merendahkan egonya sebagai suami dan bapa. Kerana sudah termaktub adat meminjam, sampai masa akan diambil semula. Jika ditakdirkan tempoh pinjamannya tamat lebih awal, sekurang-kurangnya isteri dan anak-anaknya tahu apa yang perlu dilakukan demi kelangsungan hidup.

Kaum wanita pula, sentiasalah berazam untuk memperbaiki kualiti dan kemahiran diri, jika kurang menyerlah dalam pelajaran, mungkin boleh mencuba bidang masakan, jahitan, jualan dll. Memang suami tempat bergantung, tapi selitkan juga ruang untuk mempersiapkan diri menghadapi kemungkinan-kemungkinan tidak terduga. Senangkan hati suami dengan membuktikan bahawa kita boleh berdikari sekiranya dia diambil lebih awal. Tidaklah hatinya risau sehingga dia lupa tentang pinjaman nyawa yang Allah beri dan menganggap dirinya hak milik, penyara dan penanggung mutlak isteri dan anak-anaknya.

Jika suami sekadar menjalankan urusan menyara dan menyediakan kelengkapan keluarga sebagai tugasan wajib tanpa nilai ibadah, rumah tangga akan jadi kehidupan yang hambar. Keluar pagi balik petang yang diulang hari demi hari sampai mati. Para isteri jika bangun pagi cuma berazam untuk shopping besar-besaran duit suami segeralah muhasabah diri. Juga wanita bujang yang tergetnya cuma untuk mengahwini lelaki kaya supaya kelak boleh hidup senang goyang kaki, istighfarlah. Ini bermakna hidup sudah sedikit lari daripada tujuan asal yang Allah cipta.

Sentiasalah mulakan setiap hari baru yang Allah masih berikan nikmat hidup dengan pemikiran dan perbuatan yang menjangkau akhirat, bukan sekadar untuk hidup dunia semata-mata.

My kids and I

If I didn’t have you,
life would be blue
I’d be Doctor Who without the TARDIS
A candle without a wick,
a Watson without a Crick
I’d be one of my outfits without a kick-ey

I’d be cheese without the mac,
Steve Jobs without the Wozniak
I’d be solving exponential equations that use bases not found on your calculator, making it much harder to crack

I’d be an atom without a bomb,
a dot without the com
And I’d probably still live with my mom

Ever since I met you, you’ve turned my world around
You’ve supported all my dreams and all my hopes
You’re like Uranium-235 and I’m Uranium-238,
Almost inseparable isotopes

I couldn’t have imagined how good my life would get
From the moment that I met you, my kids

If I didn’t have you,
life would be dreary
I’d be string theory without any string
I’d be binary code without a one,
A cathode ray tube without an electron gun

Ever since I met you,
you’ve turned my world around
You’re my best friends and my lovers
We’re like changing electric and magnetic fields you can’t have one, without the other

I couldn’t have imagined how good my life would get
From the moment that I met you, my kids :)

And I am now a chef

I am a kind of person who eats a lot of dish instead of rice. It is a normal thing for me to eat 1 senduk of rice with mountain of dish since I was a kid. Growing up in my family, all of those habit are bound with sharing. Emak and my elder sisters keep reminding me, “Ingat orang belakang” each time I was so like a possessed girl when I scooped dish into my plate.

As long as I can remember growing up in my family is the best thing ever happened to me. Ayah is the one that in charged of grocery, buying things from market, surveying chicken fish and meat price. Because emak doesn’t drive. Ayah was so particular about where and how to spend for household needs. And the thing about portion that still in my mind was, ayah, each time we asked him to buy outside food, he would say something that made us “Ahh couldnt agree more”. (even in most event we complaint). His words was, “Buat apa beli makanan luar. Dapat sikit je. Baik kita beli ayam, kita goreng sendiri. Puas makan”. (in case of ayam goreng we asked him to buy at pasar malam). And many other food, I remember ayah and emak tried hard to make murtabak for us, tempeyek, daging salai, sate and kerepek. Once in a while, he bought burger meat and bun so that his children can eat burger, home prepared. What a memory.

Now when I grow up, I realised the same thing especially when I was at Malaysia, restaurant, stall, cafe or pasar malam bought food are getting smaller in portion. You know a pasar malam nasi kerabu packed in polysterene container only have 3 slices of grill beef, 1 solok lada, half ekor of ikan kembung (smallest size) goreng tepung, around 3 spoons of kelapa goreng without any hint of fish meat inside and much tauge (represent the kerabu) maybe because taugeh is cheap. And sometimes the budu has already been diffused into the rice, with the only trace is smaller than 50 sen coin. So how much of budu did the seller put on the rice? I bet around 1 tea spoon.

Food in many halal restaurant in UK are big in portion. And the price are big too (if you like to convert). Say, if you have hankering for mamak style food. Go to restaurant that serves tandoori. They only have half or whole portion of tandoori chicken ( sorry but they dont sell in pieces, I dont know why). and the biryani they said for one person, dont be fooled. When the food came to your table you will realise it is enough to feed the whole family. i remember went to a restaurant near my house, and asked for naan bread. The bread came and to my surprise, it was very big. I can even wrap Aminah in it. My husband even said, “Boleh jahit buat baju roti naan ni punya besar”. It was somehow look like a giant underwear.

When I become an adult and have my own superpower in managing household spending, I realised ayah’s way is the best way I could ever learn. Even as a kid I always didnt agree, I rebelled and keep saying when I grow up I want to be rich and I will buy all those food that ayah didnt want to buy for me. Homecook meal is the best, no one can beat. You have your own say in quantity and quality. And that’s how someone like me, who was labelled by my family as “tak pandai masak” can cook my own hidangan hari raya, nasi briyani nasi daging, gulai lemak nangka, asam pedas tetel and many more. I guess as a mommy it just happened. Today you dont know how much salt you suppose to season in your kurma ayam, tomorrow you can even trace what ingredient you forgot to put inside by just smelling the aroma of your dish. What a chef !

Incredibly special, she is

I used to have doubt about having baby girl in my life, might be due to how easy I dealt with Aqeef’s babyhood, no loud crying, no high fever for completely one year, no frequent runny nose and most of all, I have a terrible feeling of those wet diaper and the fussy care for a girl. But then Aminah came. And to my surprise, she is such a good baby, just as good as Aqeef.

She is an incredibly special little girl that has a very special space in my heart. Some people said, it looks obvious that I love Aqeef more, but hey, you dont really know me. You don’t sleep on the same pillow with me, every night. Aminah does. She shares my pillow since months ago. When she decided that she hates her own crib.

She crawls now, and climbs too, it’s hard to say no when she wants to do something moreover when she wears that cheeky smile anyone couldnt resist. And I am her well known famous the one and only ‘victim’ to seek permission to do something adventures.

She is an 8 months old special little girl. I love her for the rest of my life.

My son’s second birthday (and his daddy’s birthday too)

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.