Salam everyone,
Cuti 3 hari, waaahhh...seronok betul!
Cerita Sofeah
Emm...3 of January, 2007 she would be in school. Cepat rasanya masa berlalu that she will be turning 5 years old in 3 months time. Rasa mcm semlm aje bersalin kan Sofeah.
So, we are busy preparing her for school. Me, sewing her name on each of her uniforms and her gym clothes. We went to buy her school bad, shoes, socks, water bottle, food container and stationaries. We decided to buy one pair of shoes from Yebeng (takde le murah sgt, beza RM4 aje dgn Bata) and of course 1 pair from Bata. One incident at Bata. There was a man in front me while I was putting back the shoes that was on display rack. Suddenly he reversed his steps, I followed suit and BAM!! I banged my right side of the head at one of the display rack(besi plaks tu!!!) just the same level of my forehead. Haiya...blur mak sekejap. Pening and loya2 sepetang...hehe...So, today kepala ku masih benjol and sore if anyone touch.
Still we haven't finish our shopping for her. We need to buy her a new pair of swimming suit and of cos towel. She insisted that we buy her a Princess towel. Aiseyman...nie yang payah budak2 sekang nie.
I had sort of pep-talk with Pia telling her that Mr A had spent quite amount of money to put her into this school and of course buying all her stuffs to go to school.
Me: "Kakak, belajar rajin2 tau...nanti boleh masuk University mcm Cik Lin and then boleh keje mcm Mama & Papa. Pastu boleh belikan Mama big house and big car."
Pia: "Pia taknak lah beli Mama car & house."
Me: **Terkejut**"Why? Sian Mama & Papa dah tua nanti dah takde duit."
Pia: "Pia nak belikan Mama sofa, macam kat rumah kawan Mama tu."
Punya lah rabak sofa kat rumah, sampai anak ku yang berumur 4 tahun pun nak tolong belikan. Haha... Mr A insisted taknak beli sofa baru sampai sofa tu koyak rabak rabik. Hish...sekang pun dah berlubang sampai nampak kayu dah pun. Hehehe...
Cerita Arinah
Si Kakak Kecik aka Adik, my bongsu perempuan nie mana boleh tahan kalau kita beli barang kat Kakak aje. She insisted that she also wants a pair of shoes. So, we bought her a pair of sport shoes yang keluar lampu2 bila dia lari and lompat. She actually has a pair Princess sport shoes which she loves so much. This shoes was actually a hand-down from Kakak,that at times when she was wearing a dress, she would be wearing that shoes. Mesti bergaduh2 dgn I taknak tukar pakai party shoes.
Mak oi! Bila balik rumah, berlari masuk rumah sambil menjerit2 panggil Bibik dia nak tunjuk kasut baru. Nasib baik tak bawa masuk bilik tidur aje...mau Mr A menjerit. Hehe...
Cerita Muhammad
Muhammad dah boleh berdiri and berjalan sambil pegang the edges of the sofa or bed. Orang Melayu panggil meniti. Tapi still goyang-goyang lah. And he is already half-way mastering the professional crawling. Lega hati ku.
His teeth had also shown a progress. Yes! That devil has already sprouting at the lower jaw. Tiap2 hari, I am praying that he won't bite me. Hehe... So far, so good. Takut aaaaa!!!!
We went to BBQ last Saturday which is actually a quarterly gathering among Mr A's best friends. Ya Allah! Kurus nya Muhammad walaupun he is tall for his age tapi semua org kata dia kurus. But he was so active. Abis air tumpah, makanan tergolek. Semua org kata, "Padan lah kurus!!!" Hehe...
What to do? Minum susu byk, makan byk tapi kurus!!!
Cerita All of Us
We went swimming together! Rasa lama sangat tak swim together-gether. Usually either Mr A was not around or I was too lazy to join. Seronok sangat!!! Result: Habih tan anak2 aku!!! Hehehe...nasib baik semua pakai sunblock. Hehe...
Moral of the story:
1. Isilah pocket dgn duit yang byk bila bershopping utk masuk sekolah....tambah2 klu ada anak2 seperti Arinah. :)
2. Government should create pre-school that is equavalent to private pre-school. Manyak mahal woooo!!!!
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Friday, December 22, 2006
Ironic or Coincidence?
Salam everyone,
Since I moved to my new office, I do my 3 times a day expressing milk routine at a surau situated at the level above me since my level does not have its own surau. I have made few acquaintances with the ladies and men upstairs. Knowing that I am expressing my milk, some of them suggested that I keep the milk in the refrigerator but make sure I labeled them, just to make sure nobody is going to make coffee using my EBM. Hah!! Kalau sapa amik EBM Muhammad, memang laaa...mata buta...tak ku halalkan sampai mati...hehehe...
Now lemme tell you the story of the refrigerator. 3 years back, one of the lady staffs was pregnant and she decided to fully breastfeed her baby. Hence, durang pun kumpul duit ramai2 to buy the refrigerator.
When she was about 5-6 months pregnant, she suffered a heart attack in the office. She died in the hospital and her baby can’t be saved.
Isn't it ironic? Someone who really lay out plans to breastfeed her baby but dies so tragically?
And it is so coincidence that here I am, just moved into this new office and expressing milk for my baby.
Masya Allah!!! Allah swt Maha Berkuasa. Mencipta dan Mematikan kita semua. Dia juga memelihara dan melindungi kita.
Since I moved to my new office, I do my 3 times a day expressing milk routine at a surau situated at the level above me since my level does not have its own surau. I have made few acquaintances with the ladies and men upstairs. Knowing that I am expressing my milk, some of them suggested that I keep the milk in the refrigerator but make sure I labeled them, just to make sure nobody is going to make coffee using my EBM. Hah!! Kalau sapa amik EBM Muhammad, memang laaa...mata buta...tak ku halalkan sampai mati...hehehe...
Now lemme tell you the story of the refrigerator. 3 years back, one of the lady staffs was pregnant and she decided to fully breastfeed her baby. Hence, durang pun kumpul duit ramai2 to buy the refrigerator.
When she was about 5-6 months pregnant, she suffered a heart attack in the office. She died in the hospital and her baby can’t be saved.
Isn't it ironic? Someone who really lay out plans to breastfeed her baby but dies so tragically?
And it is so coincidence that here I am, just moved into this new office and expressing milk for my baby.
Masya Allah!!! Allah swt Maha Berkuasa. Mencipta dan Mematikan kita semua. Dia juga memelihara dan melindungi kita.
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Mati, Syurga & Neraka
I wonder, when is actually the good time to tell your children about death, heaven & hell?
Mr A and I, started to explain to our eldest daughter about death since my friend past away last 3 weekends (Semoga Allah mencucuri rahmat ke atasnya, Amin). She only understood the fact that people dies due to causes such as cancer, accident etc but not dying because our Maker (Allah swt) wants us to leave this world. Susah sikit nak kasi a 4 years old to understand. So, we decided to leave it at rest until whenever dia boleh paham.
Then, lately I have been teaching them about Syurga and Neraka. Usually, I will use Neraka bila none of them would listen to me.
Me : "Tak nak dengar cakap Mama, nanti masuk Neraka. Dalam Neraka tu ada fire tau."
Pia : "Kat Neraka tu panas lah Mama, nanti kita semua terbakar."
Me : "Yep. Macam kita kena api kat dapur tu."
Nina : "Oh! Macam Ultraman fire monster ye." (Siap gaya Ultraman tengah fire lagik)
Usually they will make their own milk with Mr A before bedtime which is scooping the milk formula into their own bottle. Last night, I was listening to Pia telling her day. Mr A plaks dah mengantuk. He didnt call Pia to make her own bottle. Since Nina was in the room with him, so Nina got to make her own. Pia sedih sgt but she is not the type yang akan melalak menangis when she didnt get something she wanted. Dia menyorok bwh selimut and menangis teresak2 tapi quietly. I told her, she's a good girl nanti masuk Syurga. Syurga ada butterfly, rainbow, bracelets on trees (she loves bracelets very much) etc etc. So, Pia was very happy that she's going to Syurga.
Me : "Tapi kan Kakak, kita akan masuk Syurga bila kita mati. Sekarang nie, Kakak kena dengar cakap Mama selalu. Bila mati, baru Allah masukkan kita ke Syurga."
Suddenly she went quiet, then teresak2 menangis.
Pia : "Tapi Pia tak nak mati lagi. Pia tak nak mati. Nanti Pia tak jumpa Mama & Papa."
Mr A, terus angkat & peluk Pia.
Mr A : "Bukan mati sekarang nie. Nanti kita semua akan mati. Mama, Papa, Nenek, Tokki"
Pia : "Pia tak nak mati, Pia tak nak mati....Pia tak nak semua orang mati."
Lepas tu, dia menangis teresak2 sampai termuntah2 macam betul2 plaks ada orang mati. Last2 terpaksa lah I retract my word of mati. Yang si Nina, "Kenapa Kakak nangis. Adik tak buat Kakak pun." Adoi laaa...si Nina nie...
This morning when I woke up, I wonder what would happen to my children if one of us were to answer the God's call. I am pretty sure that Pia will have the hardest time to accept it.
Moral of the post : Be prepared of the uncertainties.
Mr A and I, started to explain to our eldest daughter about death since my friend past away last 3 weekends (Semoga Allah mencucuri rahmat ke atasnya, Amin). She only understood the fact that people dies due to causes such as cancer, accident etc but not dying because our Maker (Allah swt) wants us to leave this world. Susah sikit nak kasi a 4 years old to understand. So, we decided to leave it at rest until whenever dia boleh paham.
Then, lately I have been teaching them about Syurga and Neraka. Usually, I will use Neraka bila none of them would listen to me.
Me : "Tak nak dengar cakap Mama, nanti masuk Neraka. Dalam Neraka tu ada fire tau."
Pia : "Kat Neraka tu panas lah Mama, nanti kita semua terbakar."
Me : "Yep. Macam kita kena api kat dapur tu."
Nina : "Oh! Macam Ultraman fire monster ye." (Siap gaya Ultraman tengah fire lagik)
Usually they will make their own milk with Mr A before bedtime which is scooping the milk formula into their own bottle. Last night, I was listening to Pia telling her day. Mr A plaks dah mengantuk. He didnt call Pia to make her own bottle. Since Nina was in the room with him, so Nina got to make her own. Pia sedih sgt but she is not the type yang akan melalak menangis when she didnt get something she wanted. Dia menyorok bwh selimut and menangis teresak2 tapi quietly. I told her, she's a good girl nanti masuk Syurga. Syurga ada butterfly, rainbow, bracelets on trees (she loves bracelets very much) etc etc. So, Pia was very happy that she's going to Syurga.
Me : "Tapi kan Kakak, kita akan masuk Syurga bila kita mati. Sekarang nie, Kakak kena dengar cakap Mama selalu. Bila mati, baru Allah masukkan kita ke Syurga."
Suddenly she went quiet, then teresak2 menangis.
Pia : "Tapi Pia tak nak mati lagi. Pia tak nak mati. Nanti Pia tak jumpa Mama & Papa."
Mr A, terus angkat & peluk Pia.
Mr A : "Bukan mati sekarang nie. Nanti kita semua akan mati. Mama, Papa, Nenek, Tokki"
Pia : "Pia tak nak mati, Pia tak nak mati....Pia tak nak semua orang mati."
Lepas tu, dia menangis teresak2 sampai termuntah2 macam betul2 plaks ada orang mati. Last2 terpaksa lah I retract my word of mati. Yang si Nina, "Kenapa Kakak nangis. Adik tak buat Kakak pun." Adoi laaa...si Nina nie...
This morning when I woke up, I wonder what would happen to my children if one of us were to answer the God's call. I am pretty sure that Pia will have the hardest time to accept it.
Moral of the post : Be prepared of the uncertainties.
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
New Office, New Job
Salam everyone,
Yeahaha...I am in the new office!!
Today is my second day in the new office with my new job description, Business Analyst.
So, today I have been briefed of my job scope and projects that I am supposed to handle.
Emm...very much lighter than my work in IT because no more development work. Actually, I am already missing to write program, all the if else, while, wend, condition...sigh!
Well, kalau rasa tak minat nanti mak minta lah tukar balik masuk IT. Hehe...rasa mcm pessimistic le pula. Tapi kerja ini, kita kena pupuk minat just like kita mengajar anak-anak membaca. Kena the right technic, with the right motivation. Insya allah...nie tgh motivate diri sendiri lah nie...hehe :) ... ala-ala macam Dr Fadillah Lat-ta-li-lat-ta-li-tam-plung...haha
Enough about work. Boring aje cakap pasal keje nie...
Let's talk about my favourite man right now (beside Mr A, of course), my lil Muhammad. So, now he could sit on his own. Cuma daripada position baring and then bangun untuk duduk, yes houston, we have a problem there. And masih lagi merangkak mcm askar nak pergi berperang. Once in a while, dia angkat angkat montot untuk merangkak. Pelik gaks, cos he is thin (not so thin, but thin to me cos Kakak & Kakak Kecik were debab at his age). Nampak mcm susah benar nak master the professional crawling. But, he is able to stand up by holding the chair or me (favourite item) or the side of the bed.
There's another milestone, teething. Oh yes! I could feel it already. Really feel it. My breast are already sore because both upper and lower teeth are sprouting out. Pakai bra pun I feel so sore. I keep applying the Palmer's Nipple Crack Cream. Bila direct feeding or pumping, rasa macam nak nangis aje. Adoi laaaa....
Pastu dah 2 malam, susah benar nak tidur. Last nite, Mr A was out for appointment. I have to tackle all three (did I say 3?? Yes, 3 children) on my own. Top of that, all three wat perangai. Muhammad last to fall asleep at 12 am. Gaaa...geram betul. Mr A balik Muhammad was still playing in the dark. Betul2 mata cicakman...haha...
Ok lah. I have to keyboard-off. Mr A is waiting.
Moral of the post: Always be ready with nipple crack cream. You never knows when you really need it!
Yeahaha...I am in the new office!!
Today is my second day in the new office with my new job description, Business Analyst.
So, today I have been briefed of my job scope and projects that I am supposed to handle.
Emm...very much lighter than my work in IT because no more development work. Actually, I am already missing to write program, all the if else, while, wend, condition...sigh!
Well, kalau rasa tak minat nanti mak minta lah tukar balik masuk IT. Hehe...rasa mcm pessimistic le pula. Tapi kerja ini, kita kena pupuk minat just like kita mengajar anak-anak membaca. Kena the right technic, with the right motivation. Insya allah...nie tgh motivate diri sendiri lah nie...hehe :) ... ala-ala macam Dr Fadillah Lat-ta-li-lat-ta-li-tam-plung...haha
Enough about work. Boring aje cakap pasal keje nie...
Let's talk about my favourite man right now (beside Mr A, of course), my lil Muhammad. So, now he could sit on his own. Cuma daripada position baring and then bangun untuk duduk, yes houston, we have a problem there. And masih lagi merangkak mcm askar nak pergi berperang. Once in a while, dia angkat angkat montot untuk merangkak. Pelik gaks, cos he is thin (not so thin, but thin to me cos Kakak & Kakak Kecik were debab at his age). Nampak mcm susah benar nak master the professional crawling. But, he is able to stand up by holding the chair or me (favourite item) or the side of the bed.
There's another milestone, teething. Oh yes! I could feel it already. Really feel it. My breast are already sore because both upper and lower teeth are sprouting out. Pakai bra pun I feel so sore. I keep applying the Palmer's Nipple Crack Cream. Bila direct feeding or pumping, rasa macam nak nangis aje. Adoi laaaa....
Pastu dah 2 malam, susah benar nak tidur. Last nite, Mr A was out for appointment. I have to tackle all three (did I say 3?? Yes, 3 children) on my own. Top of that, all three wat perangai. Muhammad last to fall asleep at 12 am. Gaaa...geram betul. Mr A balik Muhammad was still playing in the dark. Betul2 mata cicakman...haha...
Ok lah. I have to keyboard-off. Mr A is waiting.
Moral of the post: Always be ready with nipple crack cream. You never knows when you really need it!
Friday, December 15, 2006
Happy 3rd Birthday, Noor Arinah Raihah ~ Cahaya yang cergas dan gembira kerana yakin
Salam everyone,
Happy birthday my sweet lil chubby Nina. You are 3 today.
When your eldest sister were 9 months old (since she was not fully breastfeed), me and your Papa decided that we need to try for another one. Another reason was that your Mama is having a condition called tilted uterus which made me hard to conceive baby.
3 months before that, I have undergone full blood test since I was having a quite serious anaemic condition. Memang confirm Mama punya hemoglobin very low. I started to take iron pills. Firstly, doctor subscribed me iron pill...satu hari satu mlm, Mama muntah2 and loya. Memang teruk gile, sampai dpt MC. Then doctor tukar kepada Sangobion. Tu baru ok. Lepas tu, Papa suruh Mama tukar mkn iron Shaklee.
Want to know why Mama & Papa so concern about my HG level? When I was preggy with your Kakak, I have quite serious condition of anemic which we only noticed in during the last trimester. And during the last trimester, I had a serious condition of high BP which I was bed rest for 4 days on the 37th week of my pregnancy. Resulted that your sister was born at 38 weeks.
On the day of your sister's birthday celebration which was on the 24th March 2003, we had you lined in my uterus. Macam mana Mama tahu? Well, you grow up and married, you may ask me this question. ;) Let me give you a hint, use the fertility chart and calculate the good date to conceive.
Me & Papa would like to wish you Happy 3rd Birthday. Hope that you will grow wiser, little bit more tolerable with your sibblings and of course may Allah bless you always.
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Ok, nie masuk cite lain plaks.
Today is the day that I am moving from MNI Jalan Pinang to Dataran Maybank at Bangsar. It is so sad to bid farewell to this building. This was where I fell in love with Mr A.
Happy birthday my sweet lil chubby Nina. You are 3 today.
When your eldest sister were 9 months old (since she was not fully breastfeed), me and your Papa decided that we need to try for another one. Another reason was that your Mama is having a condition called tilted uterus which made me hard to conceive baby.
3 months before that, I have undergone full blood test since I was having a quite serious anaemic condition. Memang confirm Mama punya hemoglobin very low. I started to take iron pills. Firstly, doctor subscribed me iron pill...satu hari satu mlm, Mama muntah2 and loya. Memang teruk gile, sampai dpt MC. Then doctor tukar kepada Sangobion. Tu baru ok. Lepas tu, Papa suruh Mama tukar mkn iron Shaklee.
Want to know why Mama & Papa so concern about my HG level? When I was preggy with your Kakak, I have quite serious condition of anemic which we only noticed in during the last trimester. And during the last trimester, I had a serious condition of high BP which I was bed rest for 4 days on the 37th week of my pregnancy. Resulted that your sister was born at 38 weeks.
On the day of your sister's birthday celebration which was on the 24th March 2003, we had you lined in my uterus. Macam mana Mama tahu? Well, you grow up and married, you may ask me this question. ;) Let me give you a hint, use the fertility chart and calculate the good date to conceive.
Me & Papa would like to wish you Happy 3rd Birthday. Hope that you will grow wiser, little bit more tolerable with your sibblings and of course may Allah bless you always.
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Ok, nie masuk cite lain plaks.
Today is the day that I am moving from MNI Jalan Pinang to Dataran Maybank at Bangsar. It is so sad to bid farewell to this building. This was where I fell in love with Mr A.
This was where one persistent admirer would really want to see me after I told him (many times, ok) that I do not love him and he waited for me after work sampai I had to begged a colleague to act as my boyfriend while he already engaged to another.
Masa tgh kemas2 barang and all the files, I found so many things that Mr A gave me during our courtship. Even an unopened 7-up can. Haha....mmg lah I am store-keeper freak. Semuanya simpan. And then there were files on projects that we both handled together, when he first fell in love with me. Bila tengok all those things, I felt so young...mcm semlm aje kita org bercinta. Haha...melodramatic betul makcik sorang nie.
Then, jumpa lah cards, cards from bouquet flowers, gifts etc etc from my previous boyfriends, admirers. Ada sauce ketchup KFC, McD, A&W yang tarikh lupusnya 3 years back. Memang aku nie suka betul simpan barang2. Hehe...
Paling syahdu was tengok gambar2 waktu bujang. Ya Allah! Kurusnya waktu tu. Kalau dulu pakai baju2 tu, cehhh...penuh air pocket, siap boleh letak barang lagi dlm baju. Sekarang nie, mmg fit2 gile, siap kena tahan napas lagi. :D
Since this is going to be the last post from Level 20, Tower 1, MNI Twins...sob sob...I will always cherish the all memories I had here, in this building.
Farewell MNI!!!
Monday, December 4, 2006
Weekend of 1st week of December - Part 2
Part 2
Nearly forgotten to write Part 2 of the weekend of 1st week of December.
Well, again this time most of it would be about my little soldier, Muhammad.
New accomplishment for this week, he is now able to sit when we propped him in the bersila mode..well, actually more to terkangkang mode. He already knew how to stabilize himself sitting down. Tepuk tangan everyone! Yeah..yipi yeah yeah...
BUT, he is still unable to sit by himself. Nevertheless, I am still happy for his accomplishment because the last accomplishment was crawling which happened when he was 6 months old. Of course lah by now he is a master the act of crawling but not using his knees and elbow but using his tummy as the sliding mechanism.
It made me comparing between all my children, Sofeah, Arinah & Muhammad. Sorry ye anak-anak Mama. Mama bukan nak make the differ each of you, just to state each of my babies growing up milestone. Each of you are special and has every bit of my love.
Well, Mama tak ingat semua lah my darlings...but I will update this chart whenever I remember things that happened during your childhood eg your first toy...isk..Mama dah lupa...kena minta Papa unwind my brain.
Moral of the post : Always write down your children accomplishment, or else bila wayar dah putus ... jadi lah forgetful like me.
Nearly forgotten to write Part 2 of the weekend of 1st week of December.
Well, again this time most of it would be about my little soldier, Muhammad.
New accomplishment for this week, he is now able to sit when we propped him in the bersila mode..well, actually more to terkangkang mode. He already knew how to stabilize himself sitting down. Tepuk tangan everyone! Yeah..yipi yeah yeah...
BUT, he is still unable to sit by himself. Nevertheless, I am still happy for his accomplishment because the last accomplishment was crawling which happened when he was 6 months old. Of course lah by now he is a master the act of crawling but not using his knees and elbow but using his tummy as the sliding mechanism.
It made me comparing between all my children, Sofeah, Arinah & Muhammad. Sorry ye anak-anak Mama. Mama bukan nak make the differ each of you, just to state each of my babies growing up milestone. Each of you are special and has every bit of my love.
Well, Mama tak ingat semua lah my darlings...but I will update this chart whenever I remember things that happened during your childhood eg your first toy...isk..Mama dah lupa...kena minta Papa unwind my brain.
Moral of the post : Always write down your children accomplishment, or else bila wayar dah putus ... jadi lah forgetful like me.
Weekend of 1st week of December
Salam everyone,
Today’s post is going to be lengthy because so many things happened yesterday. Silap2, kena buat Part 1 and Part 2.
Part 1
I don’t know how to begin this Part 1 post. Not like the 1st post, so many to write didn’t know which one to write first.
So, here goes. I lost a friend and a colleague yesterday, 03 December 2006 to liver cancer. She was only 28 years old, married September 2005, met her husband 6 months before married and just gave birth in August 2006. Shock eh? Me too when I found out she was diagnosed with liver cancer.
We used to play netball, bowling, volleyball and we were on our company’s brochures.
She was a petite sweet lady with bubbly laugh and very humorous. Her laughs were contagious.
The last time I saw her was when she was admitted to Ampang Puteri Specialist Hospital on Thursday, 30th November 2006. When I arrived there, she was sleeping. Doctor had given her a shot of morphine to ease her pain. When she woke up, she was surprise to see us. Her word was,”Ramainya…”. Her pronunciation was clear for a person who is suffering.
Then hurriedly her hubby came, and whisper to her ear,”Baby, baby nak apa?” It sounded so sweet and loving to my ears. It turned out that she wanted her diapers changed. So, we went out to let her husband change he diapers. Ain’t she blessed to have a wonderful husband like him? On the way we were going out, she said,”Sorry…” It made my heart weep to hear that she was feeling bad for not able to entertain us even in that situation.
While we were outside, we met her elder sister (her only sister) who is taking care of her daughter Nur Maira Falisha. She told us, that she looked so much better today then yesterday. The day before that, she was much paler than today and her skin was very cold. Today, her cheeks are rosy and her body was warm. She asked for food to eat. And she insisted to go home.
Lots of us already began to have some notion that it would be few of her final days once the sister relayed that story.
Then we went in to see her. Her skin didn’t looked yellow ( I told Mr A that Muhammad’s skin was more yellowish when he had jaundice) since her liver is not function anymore. But her eyes were definitely yellow. The saddest part was that, she was so thin that we barely recognize her anymore. The only thing that reminded me of her, was her eyes. But the most excruciating thing to see was her stomach. It was as big as a full-term pregnant mother. With her thin and fragile structure, it looked so odd and painful.
Suddenly, I saw her mouth twitching. For a mother who had just given birth 8 months ago, I could sense she was in pain. I turned to my friend and told her that I think she was in pain. Once I finished uttered that sentence, she had already pressing her feet to the board at the end of the bed and called her sister. Her sister rushed, and she told her sister that her stomach is in much pain and she needed morphine shot. Hurriedly, she called the nurse and my friend’s husband.
Then the sister hold her hand and asked her to pray to God. But the pain was so unbearable; she said,”Tak boleh cakap…” I could see clearly that she was trying to bear the pain and she was trying to breathe at the same. It looked so damned hard. I have started to cry. It went on for a while until the nurse came in and said they need to get Doctor’s approval to give her the shot.
Then she herself asked us,”Korang boleh dtg lain kali tak…sakit…” Then each of us took turn to hold her hand and give our encouraging words. The only words that I could said was, “Kuatkan semangat. Kami sayang Era..” Once I was outside the door, I cried.
So, on Saturday I was not feeling so good. I had some bad vibe that something was going to happened today. My heart was pounding abnormally. Emmm…wondering what am I going to face today. Dahlah Mr A was working on that day. So, I brought the kids to KLCC Playground and at 9.30pm we took the train to meet Mr A at Bangsar Station.
On morning Sunday, I woke up for Subuh prayer and went back to sleep. At 7.30 am, went outside to find Mr A watching TV. Once I crashed my body on the sofa, Mr A said,”Dpt SMS just now, Era passed away early this morning.” I was out of words. Innalillah…
Took shower and pujuk the children that they are unable to come with us (have explain one by one, what is death, why she got that sickness etc etc) and of course I need to express my milk for lil Muhammad. When we about to go out, Arinah plaks buat show. Menangis2 nak ikut. Since I was late cos I have already promised a friend that we would be meeting half way, apa lagi, tinggalkan je lah.
We arrived at her house, the jenazah was not there. Turned out that they had taken her to the surau nearby which I think was more afdal because it was so much easier there. I saw her there lying in the middle of the surau. Her sister open up the tudung that is covering her face. She looked so different. Her skin were all yellow and she was sleeping like a little kid cos she was so small and petite.
I managed to read Yasin twice for her. After that they took her to bathe and came in later to kapankan. We were able to see her dikapankan. Her items (feet, peha, betis, tgn etc etc) were so small like children only her tummy is slightly bloated due to her swollen liver. Kudos to those who mandikan and kapankan dia cos they did it professionally. Tertutup segala aurat nya.
FYI, I have cried few times at that time.
When it was time for us to kiss her goodbye, I kissed her. She smelled so nice and cold. But she looked perfect to me.
Lastly, her husband qamat to her. But before he did, he had taken few deep breath. Oh I have started crying again at that time. He did the best all the way but at the end his voice cracked and he started to sob but still in control. Then he wiped his eyes and kissed her for the last time. After that, the sister remembered that Falisha was at home. She rushed home to take her to see her mother for the last time. Gosh! I cried at that time and I am crying as I wrote this down.
Then seeing Falisha with her mom made all of us cried. It was so sad that she was able to be in her mother’s arms for only 4 months!!! But she was a wonderful girl. Didn’t cry at all. I guess she was just as brave and strong as her mom.
I went along at her burial at Cheras Baru, Bukit B. You could feel that everybody was sad but were already accepting the fact that she was gone. During the burial, it was so hot and humid as it was at 12 pm. But once, the burial ended just shortly before Zohor. The air was so cool and breezy. Orang kata, Malaikat dah datang. While the talkin and doa recital was taking place, her husband was at smoothing the dirt on her grave as I could sense he was smoothing her skin.
I met one of her closest friend. She told me that on Saturday afternoon, she wanted to go home. At about 9 pm that night while her husband was eating outside, she told my friend that she would to “pakai cantik-cantik and nak pergi berjalan-jalan.” My friend said,”Dah malam nie. Nak pergi mana? Nak naik kereta?” She said yes. My friend pujuk her,”Tak payah lah. Nak bernafas pun dah semput, tak yah jalan2 lah.” Then they called her husband. She asked her husband to carry her. She said,” Kalau macam tu, tak pe lah. Kita jln dlm rumah aje lah.” Few steps aje, dia dah tak larat.
On that Wednesday she told her husband, that this Saturday we dress nicely and then we go to KLCC.
That Sunday morning, her husband was sleeping with her, hugging her closely. Her good friend was reciting Yasin to her. Once she finished reciting, she noticed that she was not breathing anymore. Nobody knew or noticed exactly when she drawn her last breathe.
Ya Allah ya Tuhanku. Kau rahmatilah roh Zunairah Abdul Razak. Amin ya rabalalamin.
Al- Fatihah.
Today’s post is going to be lengthy because so many things happened yesterday. Silap2, kena buat Part 1 and Part 2.
Part 1
I don’t know how to begin this Part 1 post. Not like the 1st post, so many to write didn’t know which one to write first.
So, here goes. I lost a friend and a colleague yesterday, 03 December 2006 to liver cancer. She was only 28 years old, married September 2005, met her husband 6 months before married and just gave birth in August 2006. Shock eh? Me too when I found out she was diagnosed with liver cancer.
We used to play netball, bowling, volleyball and we were on our company’s brochures.
She was a petite sweet lady with bubbly laugh and very humorous. Her laughs were contagious.
The last time I saw her was when she was admitted to Ampang Puteri Specialist Hospital on Thursday, 30th November 2006. When I arrived there, she was sleeping. Doctor had given her a shot of morphine to ease her pain. When she woke up, she was surprise to see us. Her word was,”Ramainya…”. Her pronunciation was clear for a person who is suffering.
Then hurriedly her hubby came, and whisper to her ear,”Baby, baby nak apa?” It sounded so sweet and loving to my ears. It turned out that she wanted her diapers changed. So, we went out to let her husband change he diapers. Ain’t she blessed to have a wonderful husband like him? On the way we were going out, she said,”Sorry…” It made my heart weep to hear that she was feeling bad for not able to entertain us even in that situation.
While we were outside, we met her elder sister (her only sister) who is taking care of her daughter Nur Maira Falisha. She told us, that she looked so much better today then yesterday. The day before that, she was much paler than today and her skin was very cold. Today, her cheeks are rosy and her body was warm. She asked for food to eat. And she insisted to go home.
Lots of us already began to have some notion that it would be few of her final days once the sister relayed that story.
Then we went in to see her. Her skin didn’t looked yellow ( I told Mr A that Muhammad’s skin was more yellowish when he had jaundice) since her liver is not function anymore. But her eyes were definitely yellow. The saddest part was that, she was so thin that we barely recognize her anymore. The only thing that reminded me of her, was her eyes. But the most excruciating thing to see was her stomach. It was as big as a full-term pregnant mother. With her thin and fragile structure, it looked so odd and painful.
Suddenly, I saw her mouth twitching. For a mother who had just given birth 8 months ago, I could sense she was in pain. I turned to my friend and told her that I think she was in pain. Once I finished uttered that sentence, she had already pressing her feet to the board at the end of the bed and called her sister. Her sister rushed, and she told her sister that her stomach is in much pain and she needed morphine shot. Hurriedly, she called the nurse and my friend’s husband.
Then the sister hold her hand and asked her to pray to God. But the pain was so unbearable; she said,”Tak boleh cakap…” I could see clearly that she was trying to bear the pain and she was trying to breathe at the same. It looked so damned hard. I have started to cry. It went on for a while until the nurse came in and said they need to get Doctor’s approval to give her the shot.
Then she herself asked us,”Korang boleh dtg lain kali tak…sakit…” Then each of us took turn to hold her hand and give our encouraging words. The only words that I could said was, “Kuatkan semangat. Kami sayang Era..” Once I was outside the door, I cried.
So, on Saturday I was not feeling so good. I had some bad vibe that something was going to happened today. My heart was pounding abnormally. Emmm…wondering what am I going to face today. Dahlah Mr A was working on that day. So, I brought the kids to KLCC Playground and at 9.30pm we took the train to meet Mr A at Bangsar Station.
On morning Sunday, I woke up for Subuh prayer and went back to sleep. At 7.30 am, went outside to find Mr A watching TV. Once I crashed my body on the sofa, Mr A said,”Dpt SMS just now, Era passed away early this morning.” I was out of words. Innalillah…
Took shower and pujuk the children that they are unable to come with us (have explain one by one, what is death, why she got that sickness etc etc) and of course I need to express my milk for lil Muhammad. When we about to go out, Arinah plaks buat show. Menangis2 nak ikut. Since I was late cos I have already promised a friend that we would be meeting half way, apa lagi, tinggalkan je lah.
We arrived at her house, the jenazah was not there. Turned out that they had taken her to the surau nearby which I think was more afdal because it was so much easier there. I saw her there lying in the middle of the surau. Her sister open up the tudung that is covering her face. She looked so different. Her skin were all yellow and she was sleeping like a little kid cos she was so small and petite.
I managed to read Yasin twice for her. After that they took her to bathe and came in later to kapankan. We were able to see her dikapankan. Her items (feet, peha, betis, tgn etc etc) were so small like children only her tummy is slightly bloated due to her swollen liver. Kudos to those who mandikan and kapankan dia cos they did it professionally. Tertutup segala aurat nya.
FYI, I have cried few times at that time.
When it was time for us to kiss her goodbye, I kissed her. She smelled so nice and cold. But she looked perfect to me.
Lastly, her husband qamat to her. But before he did, he had taken few deep breath. Oh I have started crying again at that time. He did the best all the way but at the end his voice cracked and he started to sob but still in control. Then he wiped his eyes and kissed her for the last time. After that, the sister remembered that Falisha was at home. She rushed home to take her to see her mother for the last time. Gosh! I cried at that time and I am crying as I wrote this down.
Then seeing Falisha with her mom made all of us cried. It was so sad that she was able to be in her mother’s arms for only 4 months!!! But she was a wonderful girl. Didn’t cry at all. I guess she was just as brave and strong as her mom.
I went along at her burial at Cheras Baru, Bukit B. You could feel that everybody was sad but were already accepting the fact that she was gone. During the burial, it was so hot and humid as it was at 12 pm. But once, the burial ended just shortly before Zohor. The air was so cool and breezy. Orang kata, Malaikat dah datang. While the talkin and doa recital was taking place, her husband was at smoothing the dirt on her grave as I could sense he was smoothing her skin.
I met one of her closest friend. She told me that on Saturday afternoon, she wanted to go home. At about 9 pm that night while her husband was eating outside, she told my friend that she would to “pakai cantik-cantik and nak pergi berjalan-jalan.” My friend said,”Dah malam nie. Nak pergi mana? Nak naik kereta?” She said yes. My friend pujuk her,”Tak payah lah. Nak bernafas pun dah semput, tak yah jalan2 lah.” Then they called her husband. She asked her husband to carry her. She said,” Kalau macam tu, tak pe lah. Kita jln dlm rumah aje lah.” Few steps aje, dia dah tak larat.
On that Wednesday she told her husband, that this Saturday we dress nicely and then we go to KLCC.
That Sunday morning, her husband was sleeping with her, hugging her closely. Her good friend was reciting Yasin to her. Once she finished reciting, she noticed that she was not breathing anymore. Nobody knew or noticed exactly when she drawn her last breathe.
Ya Allah ya Tuhanku. Kau rahmatilah roh Zunairah Abdul Razak. Amin ya rabalalamin.
Al- Fatihah.
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