Unsung Hero #1

Once upon a time, a mother had to let go of her son, unwillingly. The boy’s sister decided to bring him back home.

That particular day, both his mom and sister placed him in a crate and floated it in the river. The mom went back, no mother in her right mind would do that, but she had too. The area was filled with the emperor’s guards. They were looking for boys – to kill them. Under the emperor’s order, no boys were allowed to live. The emperor was told that there would be a child who’d deny his iron-fist administration. He was scared. As to not entice suspicion, the mother went home.

However, the boy’s sister decided to do the opposite. She wanted to know his brother’s fate and she knew she had to be subtle. She watched her baby brother’s crate with the tail of her eyes. As she started to lose sight of it, she started to walk towards it whilst casually plucking flowers, leaves, fruits and whatever there was along the way. The guards didn’t find it odd. They thought she was finding food for her family when instead she was actually looking after her brother.

The crate reached the emperor’s place. The empress, a woman herself, wanted to keep the child. She succeeded to stop another innocent child from being killed. She then searched for a woman who can feed the child. Women queued in hope they’ll be the one. The empress wasn’t an exception. They all failed to nurse the child.

The child’s sister was at the back of the line. When it was her turn, she made an offer to the empress and emperor. “Would you like for me to show you someone who can care for the baby?”. She didn’t say “a woman who could breastfeed him” because she knew that there would cause unnecessary speculation. So, she asked a highly  reasonable and yet,general question.Both the emperor and empress agreed. So the sister suggested her mom.

The boy was reunited with his mom again.


This is a real life story. It happened thousands of years ago. It’s the story of Prophet Musa a.s. However, this is a chunk of Musa life. (28:11-12) This verse particularly discuss and emphasizes the role of Musa a.s’ sister in ‘returning’ him back to their mother. A story of an unsung hero.

Till then, peace be upon you.

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Terror

I thought Islamophobic wasn’t a real thing.

It is still not.

If I may, this thing shall be called listen-only-don’t-study.

What divine religion would encourage killing?

I’d like to speak on behalf of muslims, we are not terrorist. We don’t kill people.

Those suicide-bombers aren’t us.

Can you please, differentiate us, the muslims, from terrorists.

There is no verse in the quran supporting whatever they are doing. When others offer peace, God decreed us to accept it at instant.

During war, muslims cannot kill elderly, children, pregnant women , animals nor can we demolish religious buildings and plants.

Oblivious people condemn halal meat, citing it’s a cruel tradition. Islam honours the animals. When slaughtering, the knife has to be really sharp and it has to be done once and for all right at the jugular vein. Do yourself a favour, study anatomy. In addition, other animals shall not see when the other is being slaughtered. The animals should reach a certain age to be slaughtered; the young ones are not to be slaughtered. So does its moms.

Islam empowers their women by giving them the liberty. Women are not restricted to learn, work and even join a war. The history of Aisyah r.a. , Asma’, and Khaulah, to name a few, are the proof. If today there is a community doing the opposite, know this, that’s not what Islam teaches.

Hijab, in a total contrast, is not an oppression but a liberation. It allows women to be represented by what is in their brain rather than merely on what they have for display. I personally think that the headscarf doesn’t add to foolishness. I must say that it hurts when people argue about it when in fact they know nothing.

I think it is time for us to stop labeling. Respect each other and live with honour.

Till then, peace be upon you.

Autumn, here I come!

… or it’s you who’ll come.

I realised that I have more things that I want to do than I initially thought.

I was reading The Pawsome Lion. So here are #my11things.

  1. Read, read and read
  2. Learn how to cook
  3. Visit places
  4. Volunteer
  5. Do actual interior designing
  6. Start a business
  7. Attend classes (religious, language, sewing, etc.)
  8. Get fit
  9. Have some me-time
  10. Gardening
  11. Do #1 to #10 with my loved ones

Worth a thought. I should keep track of this list and see if I can cross anything out by the end of autumn. Wish me luck!

Till then, peace be upon you.

Too fast

By now, many would have heard the news.

A school in Malaysia was set on fire.

But not many were smart enough. When the news was first reported, people made false assumptions and hurtful comments. A large majority blamed the principal.

One of the most popular remarks public made was questioning the decision of installing grill to the windows. Alright, let’s turn the table around now; what if the windows were not grilled. Imagine a student died, no lets make it – a student broke his arm falling from the second floor of the school (which by the way happened to the fire survivors who jumped from the top floor). I imagine that the ‘unpaid juries’ would still put the blame on the principal for not putting enough securities.

Here’s my logic, the school cum hostel housed not only teenagers. They have primary school residents too. A 6-years old boy would be at risk of climbing out the windows and fall, wouldn’t he? Hence, the grilled was there to avoid such incidences.

Not saying that he did no wrong but it wasn’t all his fault.

A few days after, when the investigation came out with 7 new suspects, public shifted their anger to those teens. Really?

Not saying they are innocent either.

Thing is, people are fast at making uninformed conclusions. All of the unmindful comments are making things harder for the victims’ family. When people have nothing to hold on to, they’ll settle for the lesser. In this case, when the family or public has no one to blame, they will tend to blame the authority – principal.

Now, let’s not jump into conclusions. Y’know, Saidina Ali r.a. once said, words pierce deeper than sword. So, guard it!

Till then, may peace be upon you.

Travelling with Elderly

Hi there,

If you could still recall a post I made about an engagement, yep, this is the subsequent post I promised.

As I’ve mentioned, I traveled with two dependent elderly. It wasn’t easy and very tiring but just like a mother who feels only joy at the birth of her child, I did too when my granny was all smiling.

It was not easy to get my granny out of her house. She worried too much of her hens.  roosters and of course her house. Somehow, she agreed to join us. My mom, uncles and aunties were of course very happy. They can now have a proper family outing after so many years.

Well, of course they had to think a step ahead just to ensure that my granny had fun. So here are some few tricks when travelling with elderly:

  1. Sweaters, thick clothes, socks
    • Especially if you’re riding an airplane, the airport could be a wee bit too chilly for them. You wouldn’t want them to catch a cold. At first they mightn’t feel cold but they’ll thank you later.
  2. Sweets, snacks, water
    • Just like babies, they might experience ear discomfort during the take off. Prepare something for them to suck such as sweets or whatever it is that match their likings.
  3. Diapers, tissue
    • More often than not, they were too embarrassed or find it too difficult to answer the nature’s call. So they held it in and in a matter of time, they’ll find it a little too late. So, before travelling, it is highly encouraged if you could familiarise and train nana and poppa to wear the diapers.
  4. Wheelchair
    • Some elderly still have their ego in them. They might reject the idea of bringing it to everywhere they go. Take my word, JUST BRING IT. We had the experience of wanting to bring it and told not to. What happened next was as we predicted. Luckily we brought one wheelchair because my nanny obviously understood that it would be more than just a brisk walk. In the end, they had to share the wheelchair – we had to make 2 trips to get back to our car.
  5. Elderly-friendly Accomodation
    • Undeniably, we can get all rough and don’t mind staying in an uphill resort but that’s not the case for them. What we did was, since they were 20 of us, we rented two double-story homestays. The elderly by default stayed at the ground floor bedrooms. We made sure to have the bathroom nearby their rooms when we made the reservation. I can proudly say the both of them were happy with their rooms. Oh, also make sure to have another able person to sleep with them because they might wake up at night for a drink or even to go to the loo.
  6. Medications
    • Of course! THE MOST IMPORTANT THING. Assign someone who can be their PA throughout the trip. Remind them when to take their medications.
  7. ‘Personal Assistant’
    • Can’t deny it. We can get too overjoyed and forget about them. This is when having a PA could be so much of a help. It needn’t to be the same person all along. Be sure to have someone specific to guard them. For example, my cousins and I wanted to go for a food-hunting whilst the rest wanted to stay home, so we politely asked one of our aunty to look after the elderly. The next day, when our parents went shopping, we stayed at home and watch over our nanny. Similarly, when we were all out and the young ones went to ride something challenging, we had our parents to wait with grandmom (because they obvs were not keen on the idea of extreme sports).

I guess that’s pretty much it. As you can see, they are not much different from handling toddlers. So, be extremely patient and helpful. It will be worth it.

Until then, peace be upon you.

We’re L.E.

When I was in college, I wrote an essay on intuition. The essay partially determined our final marks (the other half of the mark was evaluated from a group presentation). Essentially, students preferred topics that were heavily discussed and intuition wasn’t. I liked the subject for one reason; freedom of expression.

So, I did BOTH, presentation and essay on intuition. As far as I know, I was the only person who did that. Two facts – my class wasn’t taught anything on intuition and I was alone in the battlefield –  were enough to intimidate me, and everyone else. I had no one to discuss the topic and soon, internet became my best-friend – the only place where I could find answers to my question, or at least a clue.

When I submitted my first draft of the essay, the lecturer wasn’t happy. She told me to write a new one and it’d be better if I choose another topic. I didn’t know what was wrong because she said the whole essay wasn’t convincing. She gave me a very low grade; it was a D or an E, perhaps an F. I couldn’t remember.

I went back to my room only to feel more determined. I reminded myself that this subject was about the students, our views. I didn’t budge. I stuck with the topic and was ready to face any consequence of me going against my teacher’s advice. It wasn’t an act of rebellion, but I had something to tell and I wanted it to be heard. I knew the final marker would be a foreign marker so I wanted my thoughts to get international. I refused to be confined with the mindset of the people whom I’ve lived with. To make long story short, in the end, I received an A for the subject.

It could be to two things; either my final draft (essay) was waaayyy better than the first one OR I fit the international marker’s criteria of marking. For the sake of this post, let’s consider the later one, shall we?

Have you ever been in a situation where you think you’re right but people are disagreeing with you? For example, you designed a shirt and find it very attractive, but nobody bought it. Or you wrote a song and no one enjoyed it. Or you cooked a dish but it received no praises. Or have you known a person who was nobody in your area but turned out to be majestic at some other place?

I, in some way feel that everything has its own place. So do we. We might not be accepted in this society, but we might be someone in the other; Our style of managing might no work out very well with this group of people, but it may suit the other.

The question is, do we make adjustment to ourselves or do we find a place where we’re welcomed?

I do not have the answer.

It is our choice. When you’re fearless, that is when great things happen. Well, not all the time but at least, you have nothing holding you back from trying and you’ll end up somewhere close to where you want to be.

It’s not easy to challenge the tradition but if you have strong faith in what you do, and you know it’s going to benefit a lot of people, for good purpose, then I say, go for it.

One of the homegrown online business, FashionValet, has proved the society that we can be as big as we dream. The founders were nobody but today, their business worth millions. People could be saying things like they have the “network” or they’re from this-and-this families so it’s easier for them. That’s not the point here. Try looking from another perspective. They were innovative and saw the opportunity when no one had the guts to do it. Online shopping was not a thing back in early 2000 but they were brave enough to start the journey.

I might be challenged with something similar in the future. I hope that whoever deals with such situation will have faith in themselves and make the most out of it. Life isn’t really about proving ourselves to others, but it’s about us. To be able to put meaning in our journey and cherishes it when we’re old. We, are LIMITED EDITION.

Till then, may peace be upon you.

 

Opening up

By far, it’s the second hardest thing after saying goodbye. My novice philosophical mind tells me it’s because we’re actually giving a piece of ourselves to someone else. Naturally, we feel comfortable talking with someone whom we trust.

Today, I mustered up my courage to tell some of my closest friends something that I’d been hiding for quite sometime. Well, it wasn’t so bad. Unsurprisingly, I still owe them a Skype conversation and a meet-up.

Sometimes, when people are having hard times, all they need is time. I know that for a fact. The glorious “time heals” is in fact true. It’s not because time has magic or antidote to it, but it’s because we grow over time. With every second that we reflect upon ourselves and becoming more accepting of what has happened, we become stronger – mentally and thus, physically.

Baby steps.

It’s okay to do it slowly.

Till then, may peace be upon you.

T.W.M

Tuesdays With Morrie

It took me almost half a decade before succumbing to the idea of reading this book. It started when I noticed that my friend listed this book as her all-time favourite – and if I’m not imagining things, she also said that this book is life changing.

 I wasn’t sure if I’d like the book as much as she did. We had different personalities and we didn’t really share the same interest. I liked Ed Sheeran, she prefered Linkin Park. I like Harry Potter, she watched documentaries. In most things, she was always ahead of me. The only thing that I was probably better was sports – I played more sports than she did. Ironically, we were best friends. Perhaps this is the law of opposites as discussed in the book.

The book didn’t really get me in the beginning because, let’s be honest, I hated the fact that Albom didn’t visit Morrie though he promised that. Sooner than I expected, I realised that I am doing it too. I promised my pre-U teachers that I’d visit them but I haven’t done it till today. I had my reasons, so did Albom. The only difference is that my teacher mentioned me on her Facebook (yes, we’re friends on Facebook), asking me to visit. Twice.

Love others or, perish. That’s tough love. I realised that I am full of hatred. In this book, Morrie told Albom to forgive himself before forgiving others. It’s hard, really. First, people very rarely admit their mistakes. We blame others – I blame others for failing. Mothers blaming doctors for wrongful pregnancy. Parents blaming teachers for their children misconducts. When we refuse to embrace, we’ll never detach. Morrie encouraged us to deal with it and move on. We’ll never proceed if we’re overwhelmed with regrets, thinking of how things could’ve been if we didn’t take the step. I know I did – Would my life be the same had I listened to my heart? I have to let it go so that I can embrace a new journey, to see the open doors instead of the one that’s closed for me.

I can’t blame others when they’re just physically present during meet-ups. The art of communication is dying with every passing day. People talk via social medias. That’s just how things work now, don’t they? This book tells us to indulge in every conversation we’re having. To be present. During discussions or conversations made over a cup of coffee, we shouldn’t be messing our head with things that we have next or things that has happened before. The only way to connect is to give one’s full attention. Gotta say, I’m quite good at putting in the “oh”, “urm, what do  you think”, “really” and producing seemingly genuine laughter when in fact, I drifted away most of the time. It’s just me. I got lost easily.

I’ve reflected so much whilst reading this book. I have to say, my friend was right when she said it’s her fav book. I think I’m fond of it too. Things I wrote are just a few of the gems. Like Morrie said, it’s never too late.

Till then, may peace be upon you.

Eid 2017… and NS E-day!

*swoosh, swoosh, sreetttt, bukk*

Uh, the jingles of Raya eve. As usual, we get busy the day before raya. Real busy – cooking rendang (traditional dish), making kuah kacang (peanut sauce?) to eat with ketupat (compacted rice) and never the least, cleaning the house. Some did last-minute shopping too. *hands-up* Guilty as charge!

But this year raya felt a bit different. My family wasn’t really thrilled by raya but it’s the (then) upcoming engagement. Everyone was pretty much busy with their assigned tasks. I was in charge of the flight tickets, seats arrangement, planning the schedule, etc. – I know there’s a name for this job but my vocab fails me today. I was also the runner at some point. Driving here and there to buy and pick up the last-minute touch up.

The man of discussion wasn’t home until a day before the whole trip started. We had to do things on our own with his relatively laissez-faire (wow, IB thought me well!) approach. I got to thank him for that because otherwise we could go nuts to meet his detailed expectations. *wipesweats*

Btw, the engagement took place in Sarawak. So, we had to fly – because travelling by boats/ferries took longer and driving there didn’t make any sense.

The voyage consisted of 19 people. FYI, that’s a big group for an engagement. So, dwelling with a majority elderly group sure was a test. I was very lucky to be sandwiched (in reality, nominated volunteered) by two amazing yet highly-dependent women in the first row. Seating on the left row was a handsome actor (with his wife and two children. Of course!). My grandmom was seating nearest to him and actually made small conversations with him whilst I was trying hard not to fangirling. Guess who failed miserably? I couldn’t stop starring at him albeit his adorable sons and pretty wife presence. So, I stared at the stewardess instead and gave her plenty of awkward smiles.

So, we arrived in Sarawak after two hours. We were greeted by the soon-to-be fiance and her parents.

That’s it for Part 1.

p/s: Pardon me for the abrupt ending. Hopefully there’ll be Part 2.

Till then, may peace be upon you.

Hectic night

At the age of 24,

What can I do? What have I done?


Everyone else is already in their dreamland. Me; I couldn’t sleep.

I was lying on my bed, trying to sleep but there was an unfamiliar feeling. I was questioning my purpose of life.

I know for a fact that there are two life purposes –  to serve God and the humanity. Question is; HOW?

If you read Mitch Albom’s infamous Tuesdays with Morrie, there was a paragraph where he (actually, it’s Morrie) claimed that youth is when people feel most suffocated. They don’t understand life.

If it’s too estranged for you, then you might’ve come across the 3-phases of life: when you’re young, you have time and energy but no money; when you’re an adult, you have money and energy but no time; when you’re old, you have money and time but no energy.

So there simply isn’t a time when we have everything. How are we supposed to achieve anything if that’s the case?

Perhaps, Morrie is right. We have to live the moment – don’t think of yesterdays or tomorrows.

Social media sure did some damage to us. I am guilty as charge. I wanted to have what others have. I wanted more. Wasn’t I satisfied? I don’t know.

I know I have a family who is always rooting for me and I thought to myself; what is it that I can do for them?

Then, I feel trapped.

; because I know I have an obligation to fulfill, an expectation to meet.

They didn’t ask for it but I just feel it.

Then again, what’s living? That’d be the hardest question yet to answer.

Does the “waking up at 6, do the 9 to 5 work and perhaps some social life before hitting the sack” routine considered as living? Isn’t repeating things a robot’s job? Are we then, robots?


I think I’m through for today.

My heart feels lighter now.

Thanks for reading. And oh, I’d love to hear read your thoughts!

Until then, may peace be upon you.