Thursday, January 05, 2017

Starting 2017 in Kota Kinabalu Sabah

Assalamualaikum and hello,

As usual, 2017 kick starts with stories about registering kids to school, buying uniforms and appliances, taking kids to 1st at day at school etc. As I browse through these updates in my newsfeed via Instagram (I don’t do Facebook anymore guys), my heart sank as I did not had the chance to the same for my daughter. “Well, she’s registering for 6 years old” I told myself. I do hope Allah SWT will give me the chance to experience Piya’s 1st day at school in 2017 for we will never know what the future holds. Ayah sorted things out for Piya and what a headache it brought him. Not only he has to organize stuff, adjust his body clock, he has to deal with Piya’s tantrum too. I surmised the tantrum comes from her yearning for me and her baby sister. I don’t think it was done purposely.

My new year was less than mediocre; it was very quiet. Kelantan is one of the states that recognizes New Year but does not acknowledge it to be a public holiday. Furthermore, Kelantan is raining cats and dogs right now. The ambiance is very cool and dull I must say. Some parts of the state is paralyzed due to flash flood while others are tolerable. Thankfully our kampong is safe from the flood zone.

My visit to Kelantan was colored by Zaheera’s smile. Durra Zaheera (Luminous Pearl); the name that we agreed to bestow on our 2nd daughter. Being months apart does plant some curiosity in her eyes as she doesn’t recognize me anymore. Her eyes stared deeply into mine wondering who I am to her. Only Allah SWT knows sayang how much the situation hurts yet I’m very grateful you’re in the hands of people who loves you so much. I yearn her touch and hugs but mindful for I do not want to scare her. Allahu Akhbar…….


On my journey back to KK, I sank in my thoughts thinking how do I get out from this predicament? For almost a year, my faith relies in ‘another hand’ and I lost the liberty to control my life. I’m living at the mercy of people’s expectation. I don’t think we’re just a chess on a board game, but I can’t seem to reckon the reasoning behind this journey. Hours later I arrived at my new stay-in; yes I don’t own my own place, I tumpang sana sini… It is much nearer to work and lesser traffic too. Having a simple room to myself do give me the space that I need. Without the need to go along other people’s schedule, I can have my rest at my own time. And there I was lying alone in that room staring at my new bed lamp. Not a lamp per se, but I have always wanted to have glittering lights hovering my room. Pretty……………..


This morning I took the chance of walking to work. I've always felt curious what would it be like if i walk to work and i hate being in this state of mind. I like information, not questions. So just walk it out shall we? It was a 1.5km of walk and took approximately 25 minutes. Well, sometimes being alone can be the best food for your soul. That is also one of my drives to do running. Not only do you move your muscles but the more you move your body, it actually stimulates the brain and mind to think clearer. Why do you think healthy & fit people are so optimistic?


So what did I learn today? I may have a lot to complain about but I also have a lot to be grateful of. At least my kids are in good hands. At least my husband still loves me. At least my parents are still alive and coping by day. At least, I still have a job….. As they say, it is better to light a candle than curse the dark...

Friday, December 30, 2016

Reflecting 2016; finding the silver lining

Assalamualaikum and hello,

It truly has been awhile since I last pen my thoughts here, unlike those days where I shared almost every part of my journey in life. Be it high, be it low, I used to regard this journal as my solace in finding peace.

As of today, I am now a mother of two daughters. I gave birth to Durra Zaheera Binti Aizuddin on 27th April 2016 at SALAM Hospital, Shah Alam. Those intense hours of enduring 28 hours of labor pain is still fresh in mind as is it took place yesterday. Battling pain in the wee hours is really not fun but it was all worth it when I first laid my eyes on her at 10.45am…. The beautiful full face, fair skin and effortless dimples… My beautiful girl..




Family wise; it has been a really tough year for us. Baba is now custom to hospital visits for his illness is rooted from his diabetes. Diabetes led him to inefficient kidney function, water retention in limbs and lungs, high blood pressure, neovascular glaucoma and the most recent development is one of the valves in his heart has dilated. My poor Baba.. Not to mention the chaos that my younger brother created during Ramadhan. That is another chapter that I’m still coming to terms with. We’re not putting wool over other people’s eye or whatnot, but as time goes by, let things unfold by themselves..

Career wise; let’s let the cat out of the bag.. As I’m writing this entry, I am now sitting at my workstation in Menara Petronas Kota Kinabalu. Yes, SABAH. My baby is in Kelantan under the care of my in-laws and Piya is with my husband in Shah Alam.. Thankfully I have a cousin here residing in KK and she has given me shelter since my 1st day being alone in KK.. “Percaturan Allah SWT tu indah” is the mantra I keep telling myself. Am I sad? Of course I am; I am a mother furthermore I’ve been taking care of Baba since he fell sick in 2005. Uncountable tears I must say… It’s true what the old folks say “You will discover your strength when being strong is the only option you have”. Henceforth, there must be reason why I’m here despite all my efforts to prevent this. And that is another lengthy chapter for us to wade through.



Friends wise; well………….. I’m being very selective now. Walk with those who hold your hands during hard times, who listens, who offers a helping hand and pray for your well-being. For not all understands you, remember; we live in a community that nods & applause on your hardship. Hence, remaining silent is better than making sense out of fools. I may reserve a few, but the friendship speaks volume.

Lastly, to anyone who is reading, always be grateful with what you have. Your kids may be quite mischievous but at least you get to put them to sleep. Your parents may be rather annoying to handle but at least every time you embrace and look upon their face, you get pahala. You may think you are experiencing financial constraint but ask yourself; do you starve yourself? Does the kids get to go to school? Do you still have food on your table? I don’t have the luxury to any of these FOR NOW but I’m still grateful that my kids are still being loved and care, that Allah SWT is still giving strength to Mama to care for Baba albeit her limitations and finally Allah SWT has place me here to help putting food on other people’s table..


Jazakallahu Khayran Kathia


Tuesday, July 07, 2015

Occupied mind

Assalamualaikum and hello……….

Two main thing occupying my mind this morning; baba and Pton.. Let’s start with baba shall we…
From the beginning of Ramadhan, like many others, I too had made glorious plans to multiply my deeds, improve my prayers and definitely elevate the Holy month. But I too, like other human beings, did not come short of facing obstacles that life have thrown to me. This my dear, has consume a lot of my energy, attention and constantly occupying my mind.

Baba isn’t well… We first took notice during our first iftar on Saturday. He just look soooo…frail…. Almost 3 weeks have passed and Alhamdulillah he is responding well to the medications. Not only has he been subscribe to the hospital’s pills, he is only drinking Insulin Tea; an insulin in the form of liquid. Rather than injecting this into oneself, he is drinking it like any other regular tea. The results are amazing! His sugar level is hovering around 6,7 and yesterday was the lowest reading he had ever had in such a long time; 5.7. That is too low for a diabetes patient. Oh my… But having said that, he managed to adhere to the best deemed fit range which is 6 ~ 12 only. He may be on a good constructive recovery road but alas, I can’t stop feeling this void; a constant worrying over him. And taking care of matters have consume so much of my time. Especially the night where I accompanied him at the hospital. My blood pressure is low these days and I even got an mc the other day for being lethargic. Yes, I’m tired but if you are a mom, I’m certain that you can wear my shoes huh… We just cannot succumbed to our emotions and must put on a strong will energy or every responsibilities orbiting us would collapse. And that is the kind of damage that cannot be rekindled.

My dear Pton… I just feel numb about this… You want to give but you can’t give much. Yet people are highly depending on your kind courtesy. When you ‘reluctantly’ give out some slight amount, the receiving end felt bitter as it wasn’t deemed suffice. Well, how could it be? I’ve been there at the very same spot. I may be at a better place today but how would I forget the place that built my career? My character? I do hope my dear friends would survive this ordeal. I pray and hope that your sustenance (perhaps) is somewhere else. But I do know for a fact that you guys are strong considering the fact that you are loyal to the company.

Eid is just around the corner. Spiritually, I have nothing proud to share. Just my fair share of lethargic stories. Accountability wise, I’m very glad that the road I’ve taken for the past 7 months have allowed me to finance my parents, my aunts/uncle in Malacca and support my husband. I’ve always dreamed of doing this deed for them. Thank you Allah….


Jazakallahu khayran kathia..

Thursday, June 25, 2015

I wonder what's next

Assalamualaikum and hello..

This has been the toughest Ramadhan week thus far…. Hmmmm *sigh….
Baba has been dealing with his diabetes for many years now and he stop taking the insulin 5 year ago. Well, he just had had enough he said. Turning to alternative remedies didn’t help much either and last weekend was the part where I had to draw the line. Enough is enough. It was really painful just to gaze at him; a frail skinny look, like walking a zombie if I may… He looked dreadful and it was really worrying… Although we get to make plenty of jokes about his physiques but jokes aside; he is sick..

I didn’t feel at ease erstwhile in the office. I just don’t. It took me awhile to finally figure out on managing this issue because ironically my job function in PET is to identify & manage potential risk / threat to the business nature so why can’t I manage this palpable risk at home? I took the evening off and went straight home. Lucky me though; a good school friend of mine is a doctor at Klinik Mediviron Denai Alam which is a shy of 5 minute away. Speaking of convenience huh. I made an appointment with him prior persuading baba and inform him surface details of his ailment.

I was extremely glad Baba embrace my good doctor very well. His name is Dr. Prashan. Bless you buddy…. He listened, nodded, voice out his concerns and listened further. Most importantly Dr. Prashan put some senses into him the level of his illness. The worst thing that could ever happen is to fall into a coma and I noticed that information made Baba quite startled. We were strongly advised to go to the hospital as soon as we can. But we kinda need to iftar as well so we manage to make a move at 9.00pm.

Instead of heading to those glamorous private hospitals, we opted for Hospital Selayang instead because Baba doesn’t have insurance. Now you see the importance of having an insurance? Seeking privates would cost us thousands henceforward we put the thought on KIV. We wanted to test the hearsay of government hospitals and vouch the numerous testimonials. The verdict; it was BAD………. Really BAD….. Horrific and unbearable if I may. Poor Baba.

Upon registering, we were directed to the Yellow Zone in the emergency ward. As there were no available beds, we were placed at a sofa for treatment. The ergonomic of the sofa was bad enough which made me ponder how could they allow such thing in the first place? Baba sat there for 4 hours while the insulin drips in via IV tube. I, on the other hand, sat on the freaking cold floor for 4 hours. Speaking of body ache huh. Thankfully Baba responded to the insulin hence we were allowed to go home. It was 2.30am by then.

As I was handling Baba as sober as I can, Piya apparently had a viral fever again. I simply couldn’t fathom why. I really tried as hard as I can to stay awake and soak her at nights but then Red Aunty paid a visit which leads me to be a gone case………. So poor Uncle Din had to care for both of us and yet go to the office the very next day.

This has been a tough week for me. Last week I was grieving for the passing of a model friend and this week I’m stress with Baba’s issue. One thing after another unfolds but by the grace of Allah, everything falls into place. As the dust has settled, you will begin to see the message between the lines…. It is so hard to be strong sometimes but you don’t get to choose fate. Sometimes fate chose you..


*sigh


Tuesday, June 09, 2015

My daily routine to work

Assalamualaikum & hello….

As you may know, working in KL (KLCC to be exact) is kind of effort consuming especially the part of getting here to and fro. I don’t drive to work and have no future intention of doing so. I’m truly happy to commute via LRT thus far. But there is a catch; a major change to my daily routine. Oh my…

4.30am
Terkedip-kedip mata jeling kat phone.. 10 more minutes.. 10 more minutes.. Snooooze….

5.00am
Re-heat the kettle as Uncle Din brings his own coffee from home to work. *nerrrd… Masak nasi..Tumis2 masak bekal untuk Uncle Din because if I don’t prepare his snack pack, he won’t eat the entire day. And kemas dapur while waiting for all these to be done.

5.20am
Change Piya’s diaper and make her some milk. Bath and get dress.

5.40am
Subuh in my gym attire. Teeeeheee

6.10am
Arrive at LRT Kelana Jaya station. And I just looooove parking in the front row.

6.40am
Hello KLCC! *pfffft………

6.50am
Burn those fats baby! Crunches, planks, Russian twist, run 1, 2 km on the threadmill, lunges and such.

8.00am
Here I am sitting at my desk and people thought I just came in….. have some breakfast and start to do my work.

5.00pm
And I’m done! Pack my things and rush to the LRT station.

6.00pm
Fetch Piya from her school just at the nick of time. I hate paying those OTs.

6.30pm
Cook dinner (daily hokaaaaaaaaaay….oh my) and get the table ready for Uncle Din.

7.30pm
Maghrib and do the laundry. Prepare Piya’s school bag for the next day, my gym attire and office attire too. Uncle Din’s clothes doesn’t need ironing as he doesn’t mind….heeeeeee…

8.30pm
Sidai kain, Lipat kain, thaw frozen chicken / fish / meat for Uncle Din’s snack pack..

9.30pm
Doze off……. I wish……..

I sleep lesser these days. Sometimes I wake up at 4.30am and have a very productive day. I gotta thanks my adrenaline rush as a result from working out at the gym. And unlike my previous job, I don’t even take naps anymore. I used to think I would die waking up too early but then again, everything is in your mind. Hopefully I can still be this optimistic when I have another baby again.. we’ll see how my schedule would look like huh..



Eat clean and stay fit people.