Monday, March 30, 2009

Happy Birthday, Pak Ajie!!


Here's a resounding birthday wish for an Uncle who is arguably every one's favourite...No event is ever complete without his presence. He's always entertaining us with his antics and reenactments...

More remarkable is the fact that he's taking care of our beloved grandma...we all know that it's not an easy task. But being the filial son that he is, he has certainly persevered and that serves as a GLOWING example for the rest of the clan and TABIK SPRINNGGGGGGGGGG!!!

Pak Ajie, although according to the family tree you're supposed to be my uncle, you're only a year younger than me, so you''re more a sibling then an uncle...You can't really tell that by the tons of grey hair, (and stop asking Kak Di to pull it out!!)...Although...that, unfortunately, makes you appear 10 years older than me!!!


This group pix serves as a sombre reminder of how old you're getting... Pix shows most (excluding those in Geneva, London and India) of your anak menakan and cucu menakan!!! On behalf of all of your anak menakan(s) and cucu menakan(s), including those overseas, wish their favourite Pak Ajie @ Tok Chik a very, very HAPPY BIRTHDAY and we all love you very, very much!!!
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Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Happy Birthday, Mak Teh!!!



Dearest Mak Teh,

Aimen and I stayed up until wee hours of the morning editing this little clip for you. Happy Birthday and May Allah keep you in His Mercy always... Come Home SOON!! Enjoy the clip...luv, oli

Thursday, March 19, 2009

A Rose Among The Many Thorns...



Even before Steve embraced Islam and become Lateef in the late nineties, he was already an integral part of not only the Gayong America family but ours as well. So were the rest of the students, especially the non-Muslims. They camped out on our floors on weekends and holidays and spent their summers with us. So, while we missed our respective families at home, Aimen and I were always surrounded by students who are so trustworthy, caring and extremely diligent in their pursuit of learning silat. They lived, ate and drank silat and while they did that, inevitably they were also immersing themselves in Islamic lifestyles. But even with that, we were clueless when we got a call from Steve one day saying he is ready, we asked, "Ready for what, Steve?" "For Islam," came the answer...


So, with that, he pursued Islam with such furious vigor and vitality that puts most Muslims to shame. He embraced Islam not only in name but also adapted himself quickly to the demands and rigors of Islam. Before our teary and watchful eyes, he transformed and bloomed into a beautiful Muslim. I wish I had documented his inspirational journey for all to witness as he is certainly exemplary in this regard.


Whilst learning silat, the students were also immersing themselves into the Malay culture. They would kiss the hands of their elders upon entry and exit, eat with their hands, sit on the floor when their elders sat on chairs, wear kain pelikat, watch silat movies and eat Malay food. We'd spend hours and hours sitting and laughing at the dinner table over dunkin' donuts' coffee and bagels, talking about everything under the spectrum and at the same time share our experiences, religion and culture.


Lateef's penchant for all things Malaysian at that time included his intention of finding a Malaysian as his life companion. His best bet was the internet as the tiny one horsetown of Paulsboro had very little to offer by way of prospective brides...One weekend, he asked if he could bring someone...our eyes lit up and of course he was bombarded with questions after questions! Excitement permeated the household when it was time to meet this 'person'. I was exceptionally pleased at the prospect of having someone to share my kitchen with, as for the last 10 years or so, I was the only female in the silat household!!


Latifah was a Post Graduate student from Cornell, upstate New York. Originally from Pahang, she had been in the United States for a few years. At that time also Radzi, one of the malay students who was studying silat with us infected us with the 'Kuch-kuch hota hei' bug and got everyone, even the usually reserved Hussain, who was our oldest student and a highly regarded leader in his community humming and dancing to the tune. I was thrilled as, at last, there is someone to speak malay to and share 'girlie stories' with. She was not only a great companion in the kitchen but her delicious currypuffs and kuah kacang were definitely a refreshing change from my boring repertoire of dishes. Four months into the courtship accompanied by the virulent humming and group dancing of 'Kuch-kuch hota hei' by TGA boys and elder-lies alike, came the phone call again, "I'm ready, Cikgu," said Lateef sheepishly, and being clueless yet again, we asked, "Ready for what?" "For marriage..." came the answer.


So, with that, on Aimen's birthday in June, they wedded TGA style...we did everything ourselves, the pelamin, the bunga manggar, the wedding cake, cooked and performed silat for about 100 guests. In the words of the iconic Obama, "...it was a day of smiles and thanks, of decorum and pageantry...". We even flew my mom in to help with the decorations and cooking.


Tipah's presence certainly brought joy and bliss to the traditionally all-male 'fart'-inity...I loved and cherished the weekends the most as they'd spend theirs with us cooking outside, barbequing and babysitting the kids while we went out grocery shopping.


When Tipah graduated and it was time for them to head home to Malaysia, I desperately fought back the tears and swallowed the lumps in my throat when we bade them farewell at Newark Airport, not knowing when we'll see them again. I missed them dreadfully. It was the sort of drubbing that awakens you to the fact that life is not obliged to work out as you'd planned. The barbeques, the cook outs, the weekends were never the same again without them. Then came the dreadful 9-11 which devastated not only the lives of innocent Americans but also took with it the blood, sweat, tears that went into building TGA. It was certainly an incident that forever changed the landscape of TGA. Forced to 'cease and desist' as we were an Islamic establishment, we decided to return to our homeland, Malaysia. The only consolation in going home, of course, is reuniting with our families and friends and of course be closer to Lateef and Tipah in Malaysia. We chose Penang as our residence as we had about 8 of our students and thought that Penang would be idyllic as a setting for TGA Penang Chapter.


After spending six long years in Penang and establishing a tuition center, we decided to move to Lateef's neighbourhood and closer to my aunts and uncles in Bangi. Maryam, who is Lateef and Tipah's oldest daughter was the first to enrol into our new establishment in Bukit mahkota. Now, we live within five minutes of each other. It's amusing as it used to take them four to five hours to drive to Penang for lunch, now they're at the door before we can put the phone down!! I still can't get over the fact that we now have them as our neighbours! Allah SWT is certainly the best of planners and never in a million years would I imagine that we'd be playing the role as Maryam's care-giver, given the tumultuous years preceding 9-11 and the difficulty of re-setting up TGA and adjusting to Malaysian idiosyncrasies after being away for far too long.


Nevertheless, as I held Maryam's hand after picking her up from school on her first day of school, I was beaming with pride and overwhelmed with joy to see her growing into such a pretty little girl. Looking so smart in her pinafore, she took her responsibility as a first grader in stride, shrugged her shoulders and nonchalantly passed off the first day of school as 'no biggie'. Both Lateef and Tipah have definitely raised her wonderfully, making our job such a pleasure when we have a student like her.


Happy, happy birthday, dear neighbour Tipah. You've certainly been blessed with an exemplary husband and two beautiful children. May the light of Islam continue to illuminate your life and may all your dreams and wishes come true...


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Monday, March 16, 2009

Happy Birthday, Nisa and Nasri!!



The multi-birthday pool bash was slotted to begin at 3pm but torrents of rain reduced visibility and hence traffic was at a standstill, thus delaying many from getting there on time. Pak Lang and us managed to beat the rain and traffic to get there within the hour, only having to wait for others to turn up almost three hours later...Anyway, by maghrib, everyone gathered to sing the birthday song again and again and yet again, in the process reducing the candles to just the wicks by the time they get to the last member of the clan...

It was extremely cold but the tiny tots braved the chills, clamped their mouths shut to prevent their teeth from chattering wildly and managed to get an hour's worth of splash before the rain sent us all scurrying for the warmth of Mak Teh's generous order of 'profiteroles', secret recipe indulgence and my signature strawberry cheese cake and teh tarik...After trying for the umpteenth time, we managed to get Mak Teh on skype and were laughing so hard at the sight of Pak Teh in Ekin's tudung and yet again when Pak Su Wan adorned himself with a munawarah tudung...





The night's sleep was difficult as I learnt from the last pool bash that neither time nor day would stop Adam and Ummar from stealthily creeping behind you and throwing you into the pool. We had to make sure that our phones, cameras and car keys were safely tucked away whilst hanging on to railings and posts as a safety measure...While the men folk stayed up until wee hours of the morning discussing the current political situation, others slept hoping to burn off some of the night's sinful gorging by snoring loudly.




In the morning, after prayers, anticipating the onslaught, I quickly changed into my swimming gear. True enough. Mak Ngah decided to splash water on Adam who was sleeping soundly upstairs in a bid to rope him into carting Pak Ajie into the pool but her ploy backfired when instead, they bundled her up and carried her all the way from upstairs and wickedly dumped her into the pool. An unsuspecting Wani, who was still in her caftans was screaming her head off when they ganged up on her and turned her into a wet 'kelawar'. Nisa was next, followed by Kak Di who thought that by clinging onto Tok for dear life would spare her but they pried her off and sent her splashing into the pool.




It was certainly a memorable weekend which ended with Pak Ajie's hilarious yet entertaining Bollywood dance. Dina's beautiful house and landscape certainly provided the perfect setting not just for the mandatory dance around the palm trees but for a wonderful and unforgetable weekend. Thanks Dina for agreeing to the bash and of course allowing us to turn your house upside down. We'd certainly understand if the next invitations are fewer and far apart...Even the occupants of the zoo nearby were probably wondering what the heck was going on and were probably thankful to see us leave...




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Saturday, March 14, 2009

Happy Birthday Mak Ngah!!!

 


Happy happy xxxxth birthday, Mak Ngah. Thank you for everything that you've done for me. May Allah continue to shower you with His blessings and keep you in His mercy always!!! Lots of love from Aimen, oli and Syajie.
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Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Happy Birthday, Nona!!

Many, many happy returns on this special day for someone who is gazillion miles away but nevertheless near and dear to our hearts. May Allah bless you abundantly and keep you in His care and mercy always!!

So far, this is the list of March babies:

Pak Su wan, Adam, Sofi, Nona, Mak Ngah, Nasri, Nisa, Mak Teh and Aji.

April babies:

Oli, Dena and baby Aira.

Pls update if we've inadvertantly left anyone out.

Monday, March 9, 2009

The Birth of Prophet Muhammad saw

Muhammad, the Master of Prophets, was born in Bani Hashim lane in Makkah on Monday morning, the ninth of Rabi‘ Al-Awwal, the same year of the Elephant Event, and forty years of the reign of Kisra (Khosru Nushirwan), i.e. the twentieth or twenty-second of April, 571 A.D., according to the scholar Muhammad Sulaimân Al-Mansourpuri.

Ibn Sa‘d reported that Muhammad’s mother said: "When he was born, there was a light that issued out of my pudendum (genital organs) and lit the palaces of Syria." Ahmad reported on the authority of ‘Arbadh Ibn Sariya something similar to this.

It was but controversially reported that significant precursors accompanied his birth: fourteen galleries of Kisra’s palace cracked and rolled down, the Magians’ sacred fire died down and some churches on Lake Sawa sank down and collapsed.

His mother immediately sent someone to inform his grandfather ‘Abdul-Muttalib of the happy event. Happily he came to her, carried him to Al-Ka‘bah, prayed to Allaah and thanked Him. ‘Abdul-Muttalib called the baby Muhammad, a name not then common among the Arabs.

The first woman who suckled him after his mother was Thuyebah, the freed slave of Abu Lahab, with her son, Masrouh. She had suckled Hamzah Ibn ‘Abdul-Muttalib before, and later Abu Salamah Ibn ‘Abd Al-Asad Al-Makhzumi.

Babyhood:

It was the general custom of the Arabs living in towns to send their children away to bedouin wet nurses so that they might grow up in the free and healthy surroundings of the desert whereby they would develop a robust frame and acquire the pure speech and manners of the bedouins, who were noted both for purity of their language and for being free from those vices which usually develop in sedentary societies.

The Prophet was later entrusted to Haleemah bint Abi Dhuaib from Bani Sa‘d Ibn Bakr. Her husband was Al-Harith Ibn ‘Abdul ‘Uzza called Abi Kabshah, from the same tribe.

Muhammad had several foster brothers and sisters, ‘Abdullah Ibn Al-Harith, Aneesah bint Al-Haarith, Hudhafah or Judhamah bint Al-Haarith (known as Ash-Shayma’), and she used to nurse the Prophet and Abu Sufyan Ibn Al-Haarith Ibn ‘Abdul-Muttalib, the Prophet’s cousin. Hamzah Ibn ‘Abdul-Muttalib, the Prophet’s uncle, was suckled by the same two wet nurses, Thuyeba and Haleemah As-Sa‘diyah, who suckled the Prophet .

Traditions relate how Haleemah and the whole of her household were favoured by successive strokes of good fortune while the baby Muhammad lived under her care. Ibn Ishaq states that Haleemah narrated that she, along with her husband and a suckling babe, set out from her village in the company of some women of her clan in quest of children to suckle. She said:

It was a year of drought and famine and we had nothing to eat. I rode on a brown she-ass. We also had with us an old she-camel. By Allaah we could not get even a drop of milk. We could not have a wink of sleep during the night for the child kept crying on account of hunger. There was not enough milk in my breast and even the she-camel had nothing to feed him. We used to constantly pray for rain and immediate relief. At length we reached Makkah looking for children to suckle. Not even a single woman amongst us accepted the Messenger of Allâh offered to her. As soon as they were told that he was an orphan, they refused him. We had fixed our eyes on the reward that we would get from the child’s father. An orphan! What are his grandfather and mother likely to do? So we spurned him because of that. Every woman who came with me got a suckling and when we were about to depart, I said to my husband: "By Allâh, I do not like to go back along with the other women without any baby. I should go to that orphan and I must take him." He said, "There is no harm in doing so and perhaps Allaah might bless us through him." So I went and took him because there was simply no other alternative left for me but to take him. When I lifted him in my arms and returned to my place I put him on my breast and to my great surprise, I found enough milk in it. He drank to his heart’s content, and so did his foster brother and then both of them went to sleep although my baby had not been able to sleep the previous night. My husband then went to the she-camel to milk it and, to his astonishment, he found plenty of milk in it. He milked it and we drank to our fill, and enjoyed a sound sleep during the night. The next morning, my husband said: "By Allaah Haleemah, you must understand that you have been able to get a blessed child." And I replied: "By the grace of Allaah, I hope so."

The tradition is explicit on the point that Haleemah’s return journey and her subsequent life, as long as the Prophet stayed with her, was encircled with a halo of good fortune. The donkey that she rode when she came to Makkah was lean and almost foundered; it recovered speed much to the amazement of Haleemah’s fellow travellers. By the time they reached the encampments in the country of the clan of Sa‘d, they found the scales of fortune turned in their favour. The barren land sprouted forth luxuriant grass and beasts came back to them satisfied and full of milk. Muhammad stayed with Haleemah for two years until he was weaned as Haleemah said:

We then took him back to his mother requesting her earnestly to have him stay with us and benefit by the good fortune and blessings he had brought us. We persisted in our request which we substantiated by our anxiety over the child catching a certain infection peculiar to Makkah. At last, we were granted our wish and the Prophet stayed with us until he was four or five years of age.

When, as related by Anas in Sahih Muslim, Gabriel came down and ripped his chest open and took out the heart. He then extracted a blood-clot out of it and said: "That was the part of Satan in thee." And then he washed it with the water of Zamzam in a gold basin. After that the heart was joined together and restored to its place. The boys and playmates came running to his mother, i.e. his nurse, and said: "Verily, Muhammad has been murdered." They all rushed towards him and found him all right only his face was white.

After this event, Haleemah was worried about the boy and returned him to his mother with whom he stayed until he was six.

Summarized from: The Sealed Nectar

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Happy Birthday, Sofi

 


Wishing you a very happy birthday!!! Sorry we couldn't spend it with you in Arau but we'll make it up when you come up here next month. All the best for your finals and May Allah grant all your wishes and keep you in His guidance always. With lots and lots of love and kisses from me and Syajie.

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Thursday, March 5, 2009

Speedy Recovery For Those Not In The Well...

Read from Mak Teh's blog that she's little under the weather, and at the same time, Azlan Izham is being warded under dengue watch with high fever and rashes. Here's wishing the both of them a speedy recovery. Hopefully well wishes from your loved ones will shoo the bugs away...

Read also in today's Harian Metro that artist Azean Irdawati's sister Balkish passed away today from cancer. She was my schoolmate in Sri Aman PJ. It seems that her sister, Sherazad, also from the same school, two years my senior, has cancer. I've lost contact with them since I transferred out from Sri Aman to MGS Kuantan. If this blog somehow finds them, my condolences to her family and for Sherazad, my prayers are with you. Stay strong...

Happy Birthday, Adam !!

 


March 5th

Dearest Adam,

Happy Birthday and may all your dreams come true. Look out football world, a star is in the making!! You are definitely the family's hunkydory! Keep working those abdominals for me also...Jom KFC - kak oli belanja!! What a treat, two birthdays on the same day!!
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Happy Birthday, Pak Su Wan!!

 



March 5th

Happy Birthday, Pak Su wan!! Hope all your wishes and dreams come true and may Allah continue to bless you with the best in this life and in the hereafter. From: Aimen, Oli & Syajie.
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Monday, March 2, 2009

Caretaker of many, mother of none...

 


This blog is in response to Anedra's (read her blog via my blog roll) naming me as mother of the year. Thanks, sweetie, I'm really flattered. It brought me back of course to the days in Paulsboro. At that time, almost 10 years of being childless, I would, without fail, routinely make doa after solat "Oh, Allah, grant me a progeny..." but, this one particular day, before I could 'Amin' my dua, Aimen came in with a big smirk on his face, saying, 'Allah has already answered your dua!' 'What?', I asked. 'Look out the window', he said, trying to muffle a laugh. 'OH NOOO!!, I shrieked, 'send them back, tell them nobody's home!!' Such was the case everytime I make doa for a child, Allah would send one or two at the door, sometimes with a trash bag in hand, carrying all they had...

Anyway, when I looked out the window, I see these overgrown men with bee-hive hair and gold medallions around their necks. 'But these are grown men', I gasped, 'They can't stay with us,' I pleaded. But of course, Aimen was already up to the challenge and before I could plead some more, he gave me their background. What looked like grown men were actually two brothers, aged 16 and 18, whose meal came from snacks or whatever they can steal from grocery stores.

Playing mom to these kids were not easy. Imagine a 16 year-old, bigger than my husband, complaining he has a wart on his 'thingy' and wanted me to put something on it!! Then there were those between 6-17 who still wet their beds. So, I was preoccupied with making sure they pee before going to bed, then around 3am, make sure they go again...Some of them were so traumatised that they literally had to bang their heads against the wall before falling asleep.

Needless to say that their hygiene left much to be desired...So once a week when we hose the 'Little Muslim Bus' we would round all of them up and hose them down as well...

Now, of course I enjoy playing mom to Syajie. He's so adorable and sweet. I thank Allah for allowing me to care for these children as it certainly justified my existence on this earth...

Now, these below are whom I believe should bag the Mom Of The Year award...

1. My Mak Ngah - Anedra's mom who supported me during my darkest, bleakest days...I remember when I was registering as a freshman in UKM, all the new students came with an entourage whilst I had to fend for myself. I sat down at the stairs and balked my eyes off and when I called her, she told me to stop crying, be strong and do what I had to do. Or during the times when I had 50 cents left to my name, she would make me a meal fit for a king with all my favourite dishes...

2. My mom - who has been through so much. She's truly a steel magnolia.

3. My grandma - who raised such wonderful aunts and uncles. Can't imagine life without them...
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The Little Muslim Bus

 



In America, school buses exceeding thirteen years of service are condemned and no longer allowed for public school use. But, as a private entity, we are allowed to use the bus but had to change the colour. A few minutes from where we lived in Paulsboro, was a yard where these condemned buses awaits prospective buyers. At that time, all we had was a seven seater van and about twenty students, so out of necessity, we went to the yard and before long were the proud owners of a mini school bus for a mere USD 500. Changing the colour of the bus proved to be a financial challenge at that time, so off to my favourite haunt "Walmart" to look for solutions. Armed with a spray paint nozzle, masks and cans of "army green" paint, Aimen went to work and single-handedly spray painted the entire bus. The kids loved the bus. Since it was green, they nicknamed it "The Little Muslim Bus".

The stalwart bus certainly did its part in reforming our kids. It bussed them to different masjids crossing numerous state lines for Friday prayers, it took them to faraway places like Connecticut, Catskill-upstate New York, Atlantic City, Virginia, Pennsylvania and fun places like Six Flags Theme Park and the beach. Apart from that, it also dutifully ferried them to silat demos to prestigious universities like John Hopkins and George Washington.

The bus hardly gave us any problems but one weekend, we came out of "Walmart" really late and the bus stalled and won't budge. Aqil, one of the kid's dad came in his little beady car to bail us out but ohhhhhhh, it would take him all night to ferry all 15 of us back and forth to Paulsboro. The kids were getting restless, so we did what we always do in times like that - zikir...a few kick starts later, the bus came alive, much to all our delight, and took us all the way home.

I missed that bus. It certainly outdid itself, given its age. Sadly, when we decided to go home for good, we had to sell it. I hope that the new owner would appreciate and take care our beloved little Muslim Bus...


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Tok's new pearly whites...

 

 
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A couple of weeks ago, Tok misplaced her set of teeth, so APB (all point bulletins) went out as far as London and Geneva in search for those precious things but alas, it was nowhere to be found. Mak Su searched everywhere...in the refrigerator, washer, dryer, drawer, freezer for the elusive pearlies. Hence, poor Tok had to have her food minced and cooked really soft for a couple of weeks. APB had these important message:

PERHATIAN anak-anak, cucu-cucu atau cicit-cicit Hajjah Yun yang terpakai, terpinjam, terguna gigi Nenda, sila pulangkan dengan kadar yang SEGERA!!

Nobody owned up so the 'teeth-smith' had to be summoned and now Tok has a brand new set of pearly whites!! Am said that Tok has more teeth than he does. She certainly looks dainty and sweet in those. Dear Tok, with or without them, you're still the BESTEST and SWEETEST grandma in this whole wide world!!