tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30856017955759879292024-03-14T03:22:02.211+08:00Liza Masrina IbrahimLiza Masrina Ibrahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026367644729875949noreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085601795575987929.post-49266770988015786042014-01-28T16:22:00.000+08:002014-01-28T16:22:01.139+08:00DATES - when it will never be the same againOur family have been anxiously waiting for the arrival of our new baby.. My due date is supposedly 2nd Feb 2014 but I was expecting it to be a lil early. Until this is posted, we are still playing the waiting game.<br />
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Dates are numbers related to our lives. Like it or not it plays an important role in our daily life. Its a history as you recall a memory, good times, bad ones and the list goes on.<br />
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Sarah, Hannah and myself share the same birth date - 17, Yasmeen always said how she wished someone in our family share the same date as her birthday - 21st.<br />
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Ever since Sarah left us, dates become more and more important... having said that, a date is no longer only about happy thoughts, happy days but its reminds us also of our losses and sorrow.. How something so joyous as birthday is overlapped by grief and sorrow. Though we tried our very best to hide whats uphappy about a particular date, we find ourselves trying to avoid celebrating those dates. Sarah was not so well when we went for Yasmeen's birthday dinner on the 21st, she was wheeled into the ICU on 23rd November.. on my mother's birthday.. I wish I could erase that from our memory, clearly it is here to stay and WE must all learn to live with it.<br />
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Sometimes the fact that Hannah was also born on the 17th makes me feel unsecure.. I sometimes am afraid something bad will happen to her. (You know, sometimes this are all the negative thinking Syaitan is trying to play on you) and each time I will say A'udzubillah and Innalillahi wainnailaihi rojiun just to remind myself that I have nothing, nothing belongs to me and that everything belongs to the Almighty.<br />
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20th January 2014, Hannah was crying when she came down from her school van. I was puzzled. it is so not her. She is usually a happy girl all laughing and smiling but will tell u that "I am soooo tired!". That evening I took her temperature 37.4 and the thermometer light was green showing no sign of fever. I gave her fever medicine anyway. Instinct. She was ok when she went to bed that night but I was sleepless. I woke up every hour to check on her temperature.<br />
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1.19 am - I woke up and feel her forehead. Then I took her temperature. It was 38.6. I quickly went to the fridge and search for her fever med, woke her up, feed her the med wipe her body with wet towel. I woke up every 1/2 hour to feel her.. and check her temperature. Fever was subsiding.<br />
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4.20 am - Temp reading was 39.2! I did not think twice, I went straight to the fridge for another dose of paracetamol but then my husband woke up and ask when was the last time I gave her, I said 1.19am. and he said its not even 4 hours yet. I stood there.. dont have a clue what to do other than to wipe her body again and again..I remain calm but both of us know we need to do something. I called my mum and ask her to come over so that I can bring Hannah to the emergency. It was a school day and I didnt woke up Yasmeen.<br />
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5.15am - more or less that time we went to APSH waited for a while and a nurse came to attend us. Took Hannah's temp and instantly ordered us to bring her in to sponge her with water as her temp is 40! She was quick and she didnt want to explain (coz it needs to be done and I respect her for that.. she is really quick!) but Hannah was a scared and was all resisting when she was sponged with lots and lots of water on her face! so I told the nurse.. its ok, I will do it..The nurse insert med to bring down her temp.<br />
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Right after that Hannah was shivering.. that shiver.. that shiver with the blue nails.. really kills my cool.. I cried.. and hannah looked at me with her wide eyes.. then she said.. 'Ma.. stujuknya (sejuk) ma...' Oh.. Allah... i hold her tiny hands.. I said to her all will be fine.. I am here.. I was there hugging her and said.. all will be ok when my heart and in my mind I am so so so so afraid..<br />
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When she was transferred into the ward, her fever looks like settling.. then at about 10am when she was watching tv I saw her shiver a little.. then I ask her.. 'Kenapa hannah?' she said ' Hannah sejuk' I checked on her nails its turning blue and she got the shivering attack again.. We called the nurses.. they came with a pail of water asked us to sponge her.. this happened twice and both times I BROKE DOWN.. not because I think something bad is going to happen but because I do not what I can do to help her.. I am lost, helpless and I hate this feeling.. the same feeling I felt when Sarah told me.. "Ara sejuk ma.."<br />
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One of the nurses said to us "This is normal for fever.. when the temp is too high they will shiver".. I looked at her and said "Something that is ordinary for other people is not for me.. I lost her elder sister with this kind of symptom" and all she can said was "Oh.. if death there is nothing I can say la".. I never wanted her sympathy just please understand that we do not know what to do. But then again she cannot be blamed.. she doesnt know the history.<br />
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All the 2 times Hannah was having her chill.. I was really crying.. I just cannot control my emotion.. Fendi was calm.. maybe because as a man he is more positive and strong.. I admit I lost. and each time I cried.. Hannah with her almost blue lips keep uttering 'Ma.. I love u Ma..' and everytime she sees my tears she took her napkin (she will always have 1 by her side.. she suck her thumb!) and wipe my tears.<br />
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Her fever started to settle down at about 3.30 -4.00pm. Thank you to Dr. Kumari of APSH for understanding our feeling.. When she came to see us the first thing she said was.. I know.. I understand.. and I remember.. she held our hands.. and actually that is all we wanted. For someone to understand what we have been through and acknowledge that.<br />
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My worries, my fear might looked or sounded exaggerating but only one who have lost a child would understand what and how I feel.. That evening when I called to check on Yasmeen.. she asked how was hannah doing.. I couldn't answer her.. I only said.. she is getting better I think and she started crying. Then I know, I am not the only one feeling what I felt.<br />
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The first thing I do after Hannah's condition looks under control was to pray.. I know deep in my heart that Allah knows what is best for me.. While I have the fear that the coincidence of dates is like a taboo.. I suddenly realize that all that Allah wanted to show me is that bad things or good things can happen anytime.. NO MATTER the date. <br />
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What would it be like if I gave birth on the 25th then? the same date Sarah passed away? Will i feel joy or will I sank in grief?<br />
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I always always believe whatever come my way, Allah has well prepared me from the start to handle it. Alhamdulillah... all of these happen while I am still able to care for Hannah.. If I would have gave birth to my baby earlier.. things will be tougher for Fendi to handle alone..<br />
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Hannah is on her way to recovery Alhamdulillah and her first time staying in the hospital is something that she will remember for a long time..<br />
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<br />Liza Masrina Ibrahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026367644729875949noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085601795575987929.post-49240039635598912372013-11-25T15:48:00.001+08:002013-11-25T15:48:06.092+08:00Its been a LONG while.. I know I have not been updating my blog for quite sometime now.. last one was when I was busy with yet another charity sale for a capability building project for my 'extended family' in Baitul Ehsan Al Khairi. Alhamdulillah all went well and they are now in the process of undergoing a few more training in sweing, baking and hopefully khat and computer labs soon..<br />
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As for myself.. Alhamdulillah... I am expecting another addition to the family very soon and alhamdulillah.. according to Dr's opinion it will be a GIRL, insya allah...all praise to our Creator.. its amazing how the Almighty had planned our life the way it is meant to be.. I have so much to be thankful for and I am blessed.<br />
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Today, is the 366th day from the day we surrender our daughter back to Our creator.. alhamdulillah.. everyday passed by with much strength only from Allah. As a mother I should say that we are full of emotions.. sometimes we have the inner strength.. sometimes we need time to console ourselves with all the missing and crying.. Yes, I do still cry.. why? its not difficult to understand actually.. I cry because of the love I have for my child..BUT.. innalillahi wainna ilaihi rojiun.. (verily from Allah we come and to All we shall all return) and living things, everything in this entire galaxy belongs to Allah and nothing is permanent.. every little thing no matter how big or small shall one day vanish from this world.<br />
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Sarah Khadijah is a very important part of our lives.. there is no way, anyone could ever replace her.. In fact no human being could be replaced by another.. A few days leading to the date we lost our child wasn't really difficult.. Its manageable.. I should say that dear husband appears stronger in emotion than I am as a mother..<br />
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November, a month i expect to be difficult will pass soon and Alhamdulillah.. Alhamdulillah.. Alhamdulillah.. I only pray for strength for me and the rest of the family to bear with the loss of someone we all loved so much by remembering her in a much fond, loving memory. To shed tears of love rather than sorrow or regret. To know and trust with all our heart that Allah has placed her in the highest, most beautiful, wonderful place, free from pain and sorrow.. we all could only dream, hope and pray to go to.. JANNAH..<br />
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Someone once said to me last year that -I was giving up on my daughter- when I decide that I must be prepared to losing her.. today I shall provide u with my answer.. I DID NOT give up.. I AM PREPARED and I do not wish to make my daughter's FINAL JOURNEY be difficult by not letting go.. I give her back to our CREATOR with strong faith that Allah KNOWS WHATS BEST for the BEST person I had in life.<br />
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Someone once questioned me last year for not making Kakak and Hannah be at the Surau to accompany Sarah during the last night she was there with us.. and For doubting that I would be able to handle the lost looking at the way I slept beside her the whole night sharing the same pillow and This is my answer :-<br />
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It is never easy for an adult to deal with the loss of a child.. so will it be easy for a child to handle the loss of her sibling? I am amazed at how Kakak could put up to the emotion surrounding the loss of a sister.. anyone who has not been in her shoes should never question her even if she was not there that night, refuse to or even if she was watching TV to ease her emotion.. WHAT do u expect a 10 year old child do? sit next to her sister's body and CRY? Hannah is simply AMAZING.. Alhamdulillah, thank you Allah for making her see and understand the journey of her sister has come to an end in the most special way.. Anyone who asked Hannah (she was 3 back then) where is Sarah.. she would calmly say.. "Ara in a castle with her TRUE LOVE".. She understand more than anyone else.. she see things clearer than anyone else.. I could handle the loss.. Alhamdulillah... no one can stop me from crying.. I can assure you I will be crying every now and then but I cry out of LOVE nothing else.. I slept beside her on the last night she was with me for I have promised her that if she comes home, I will sleep next to her just like she always wanted and I do it to keep my promise to my daughter for the last time.<br />
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Arah, Mama still keep everything you love around me.. Mama could not even remove all of your clothes from your closet.. not because I am not letting u go but I just want to keep apart of you always close to me.. I have lost you and I think it is nothing wrong keeping your things to remind me of how beautiful, cheerful, helpful, wonderful daughter I have.. I still have kan Ara.. YOU are my daughter for eternity and nothing could change that.. We are connected in a very special way no one could explain. Mama love Ara forever and ever.. I did not live a day of my life not thinking about you.. everything reminds us of you.. in a very special way.. May Allah place you in Jannah my love, may Allah keep you happy just like you kept us happy when you r here even after you're gone.. your love, your laughter, your joke and everything else stay with us.. Insya Allah.. we will one day be together again.. until then... Al-fatihah Sarah Khadijah Binti Liza Masrina.Liza Masrina Ibrahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026367644729875949noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085601795575987929.post-86774252688439402652013-04-29T10:45:00.001+08:002013-04-29T10:45:27.905+08:00Extra LOVE to Give Away..I try as much as possible to just 'march forward'.. Sometimes I really do.. sometimes I paused for a while.. Sometimes, I stop for a long time trying to remember the sweet memories we once had. They remain as sweet memories but sweet memories sometimes makes your heart sore.<div>
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Last Thursday, kakak came home with an invitation letter for the school's mini sports day. I spontaneously asked kakak "So? u wanna go and cheer your little friends?".. her also spontaneous reply was "Cheer for who? If only Ara is around I will cheer for her!".. after a while I said "Jangan la cakap macam tu kakak".. my heart sore but I kept it hidden far far away in the corner of my heart. After a while she got all excited to go to the mini sportsday. She even made 'pom-pom' to cheer for her 'green house'!</div>
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Saturday came.. I know not what to expect or how I would react.. My eyes kept looking for Alesya.. Sarah's kindy best friend. When I saw her, she was wearing Green.. so I told kakak 'Alesya sama macam kakak.. rumah hijau' thinking to myself that If.. If.. (though I know there is no IF) sarah is still around she might be in green house too.. She loved green when she was a baby.. </div>
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The students set up some stalls selling stationary and food.. Kakak wanted to buy a pen but I saw this bag of hello kitty stationary.. so I proposed to her.. she agreed.. I gave kakak 1 and I was holding another..the girl selling stationary asked me "1 or 2?".. In my heart I answered her quietly.. "I usually will buy 2.. I for Kakak and 1 for Ara.." then I paid for 2.. Imagining how ara will be all smiling if I gave this to her those days. I miss those days.. to be able to give her things she likes..</div>
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I have 3 girls.. and I will have 3 girls till the end of my life.. but since 1 of them is at a place far far better than this world, I have extra.. extra love.. sometimes I distribute it evenly to people I know.. but Allah knows best, he gave me a chance to know someone who looked like Sarah, let me have the chance to still talk, hug and hold Sarah's good friend, let me SHARE that little EXTRA LOVE I have with others.. still sometimes.. it spills.. </div>
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Yesterday, we went to Jusco AU2. Daiso just opened. I saw a pencil case.. I wanted to give it to Izzah.. Imagining that I am giving it to Sarah.. while I transfer the pencil, eraser, ruler and sharpener from my pouch to the pencil case I bought for Izzah.. my heart says..</div>
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"Ara.. mama bagi ni dekat Izzah.. imagining mama bagi ni dekat Ara.." I wish giving that extra love is as simple as giving a gift.. I really hope it will.. I miss hugging Ara.. I miss everything about her.. I know I might not be the best 'mother' to Ara.. but I know I have tried my best and I know I have given up myself for Ara... I know IF (though again there is not IF) I could I WOULD give up my life for her.. </div>
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I have GIVEN UP EVERYTHING for Ara.. except MY LOVE for her.. and now I have EXTRA LOVE to give away..</div>
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I now have so much extra Love to give away.. Dear Allah, may Ara will be able to feel my love for her.. I wish I could see her smiling in my dreams.. so tht i can see how happy she is.. </div>
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Mama Miss Ara.. Mama love Ara, Always, forever.. Al-Fatihah Sarah Khadijah.. </div>
Liza Masrina Ibrahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026367644729875949noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085601795575987929.post-28255407038606856532013-04-21T11:12:00.001+08:002013-04-21T11:12:31.519+08:00Membina Kasih - Projek Membina Kemhiran / Capability Building ProjectAssalamualaikum,<br />
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Lama rasanya blog ini sepi.. sunyi.. dan saya masih ingat saya terhutang 1 post lanjutan dari Jualan Amal 'Membina Kasih @ Baitul Ehsan'. Alhamdulillahirobbila'lamin...<br />
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Melalui program jualan amal itulah, peluang untuk saya melihat tindak tanduk dan tingkah laku Izzah secara dekat.. cara tidurnya, cara makannya, cara jalan dan cakapnya.. Subhanallah Maha suci allah yang mengaturkan segala sesuatu. Saya yakin, 'jodoh' kami dgn Izzah adalah sebagai pesediaan yang Allah telah rancangkan untuk kami.. malah kemalangan tahun 2010 itu juga sebenarnya adalah persediaan dari Allah.. saya akur, saya redha, saya percaya dan saya yakin.. janji Allah itu pasti..<br />
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Pada hari jualan, anak2 perempuan mengadakan persembahan nasyid.. asalnya saya memang bercadang melihat persembahan mereka dari jarak dekat.. sayangnya baru sahaja nyanyian mereka bermula air mata saya tak dapat di bendung, hati saya hiba.. saya rindukan anak saya.. Izzah sangat mengingatkan saya pada Ara.. Mama rindu ara.. Suami saya cuba memujuk yang akhirnya dia juga 'kalah'.. kami sama2 hiba dan sebak.. Ketika Izzah meminta 'pizza' dari saya dan menjamahnya.. saya seolah2 melihat Ara yang makan.. tindak tanduk mereka ada persamaan..<br />
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Beberapa hari selepas jualan amal itu, saya sayu, saya menangis.. tetapi sentiasa dengan ingatan dan keyakinan bahawa Allah empunya segala sesuatu dan saya redha..<br />
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Wahai pembaca budiman,<br />
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Sebelum ini apa saja aktiviti amal yang saya lakukan, saya suka libatkan anak2 saya.. saya usung mereka kemana sahaja.. hari ini, kerja2 amal saya kekurangan seorang 'PENYOKONG SETIA'.. saya redha dengan kehilangan itu dengan harapan saudara2 pembaca menggantikan penyokong setia itu.. mudah2an saya mendapat sokongan orang lain dan mudah2an saya mendapat bantuan ALLAH s.w.t dalam memudahkan urusan saya insya allah..<br />
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Kami akan menganjurkan jualan amal sekali lagi di Baitul Ehsan. Kali ini dana dikumpulkan untuk membiayai program latihan kemahiran untuk anak2 yatim dan fakir miskin di Baitul Ehsan. Kami berhasrat mencari individu yang mempunyai kemahiran seperti menjahit, membuat kek dan gunting rambut dan sudi mengajar anak2 ini dengan percuma. Dana ini akan digunakan untuk membeli dan menyediakan peralatan/bahan/mesin yang diperlukan untuk latihan2 kemahiran yang bakal mereka ikuti. Ini adalah program jangka panjang yang kami rangka dengan harapan suatu hari nanti anak2 ini bukan sahaja boleh membantu menjana pendapatan untuk rumah mereka malah dapat menjadi kemahiran yang dapat membantu mereka menyara hidup mereka sendiri.<br />
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Program ini dijalankan dengan kerjasama beberapa orang sahabat sukarelawan dan juga sahabat2 saya yang sama2 menjayakan Group 'Gift of Love-GOL'.<br />
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Buat sahabat2 yang ingin menyumbangkan bahan mentah, ini senarai bahan mentah yang diperlukan untuk jualan amal itu nanti. Bahan mentah ini akan digunakan untuk membuat pizza, donut, currypuff dan makanan yang akan dijual. 100% hasil jualan makanan ini akan dimasukkan ke dalam dana 'Membina Kemahiran @ Baitul Ehsan'<br />
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Sahabat-sahabat pengunjung blog saya, sekiranya tidak keberatan, mohon share program ini dengan sahabat2 dan keluarga anda.. Mudah2an usaha yang sedikit ini akan memanfaatkan anak2 di Baitul Ehsan.. insya allah...Liza Masrina Ibrahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026367644729875949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085601795575987929.post-35453529718429942752013-03-14T16:12:00.001+08:002013-03-14T16:12:24.237+08:00Membina Kasih @ Baitul EhsanFirst of all, my apologies for not sharing the event here in the blog.. I was too busy making preparations and all for the charity sale I hardly have time to update anything in my blog. The idea to have a charity sale to raise fund instead of just collection contributions from members of the public came so sudden it was at first just a blurted out suggestion. Later I figured out that 'yes, it might just be much better than seeking contributions like people normally..' reason being, we create awareness, we inform the public in nearby neighborhood that there is a house for the less fortunate and orphanage here in Taman Maluri.<br />
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Preparations starts much much earlier.. with sharing of information through facebook as well as blogger friends. I must say that the cash we manage to raise a day before the sale was less than 4k. Not a big amount I would say. Looking at the location of Baitul Ehsan, Aizat and I were both worried if we will manage to pull enough crowd to come to our sale.<br />
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We started with applying for tent, tables and chairs from DBKL and only got the confirmation 2-3 days before the sale date. In facebook we only had 200+ people confirm attending instead of 4k++ invited. Aizat was worried.. if we will manage to get in the fund.. I said, lets just leave everything to Allah.. we try, we work it out but at the end of the day its Allah's will and we must believe that what we're doing is the right thing to do and InsyaAllah, everything will be fine.<br />
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Our real 'work' started on Monday 4th Mac 2013. We went out shopping for can drinks and other things needed for the sale. Money seems to grown big on tht day I just could not believe it. It seems like the money hardly spent.. its always there. I started to dream about having a customized tshirt for the kids the week before and in Saturday, 3rd I have got a confirmation from a friend that she will be sponsoring all the kids with tshirts!.ALHAMDULILLAH...<br />
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On Tuesday, Amran Ibrahim asked us about performance for sale and then we realize that we didnt have any sound system for the event.. The hunt begins and on Friday afternoon, just few hours before the sale I have a kind soul giving a real special price for the sound system and funds kept pouring in at the last moment as if its meant for the sound system as well as a customized donation box for Baitul Ehsan!<br />
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ALHAMDULILLAH..all in all its like eveything I plan and wish for, for Baitul Ehsan became reality.. talking about magic..<br />
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I hardly have the time to really thank all who has helped us to make all this happen. So, here it goes.<br />
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- To My beloved Mak Cik Mira, who were always there for me, for us and for everyone in Baitul Ehsan, whom despite her full schedule and very busy husband always manage to help getting things done and going out an<br />
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- To My beloved Mak Cik Miza whom carried her (Subhanallah Semangat betul!!) grandson along to Baitul Ehsan in the hot sun taking cab on thursday and only went home late night.<br />
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- To My mummy dearest for helping me looking after the kids<br />
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- To My dearest husband for acting as the Accountant of the day, for being neglected a day or two before the sale as I was so busy with the kids running around arranging stuff.<br />
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- To my sweety pie and beloved sister Sasha Saad who came to pick us up on thursday night after the pre-sale preparations.<br />
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- To Kak Siti Hufaidah and husband who sponsored us the lovely banner and bunting.. She is almost 9 months pregnant and she came around 11.00 pm sending those stuff to me.<br />
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- To my fellow coordinator Sya-Hanim whom despite her busy schedule still manage to help sending over some stuff to Baitul Ehsan, to Mimi Pillai for the encouragement, the purchases and for helping us on the sale day. To Marina Sulaiman who were always there for us spiritually despite her being ill with terrible cough. May Allah make everything easy for you dear (she is due end of this month so, please pray for her and her baby)<br />
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- To FKZ printing for the tshirts for the kids in Baitul Ehsan as well as the gifts for all the guardians in Baitul Ehsan, for helping us with the donation box and everything last minute<br />
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- To En. Salleh (not sure if he will be able to read this) Thank you so much for the splendid service despite a very very last minute confirmation and for coming all the way to Taman Maluri making sure all is in order tho he was suppose to be on his way to Penang 5am saturday morning.<br />
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TO every single person who shared the event, contributed to the event (spiritually, physically, monetary), coming to the event or even following the event through facebook.. I could not thank you enough..as I said, every single bit counts, every single word you passed on for this event counts as Allah knows what lies in out heart..<br />
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A BIG Thank you to Children, Ustaz and Ustazah, Ummi, Abuya, Aizat, Azimah and everytone in Baitul Ehsan.. truly, you don't need us but we need you to gain as much blessings as possible for Allah s.w.t.<br />
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I shall share my feelings and what was my girls respond the first time they met with Nur Izzah of Baitul Ehsan after Sarah's passing in another post. For now I think I need some rest.. not feeling right these few days. I leave all of you with some pictures taken during the event and alternatively you could have a peek at the event wall.<br />
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With the young girls in Baitul Ehsan.. they are all very lovable.. </div>
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From front, Ibu (caretaker of the boys hostel in Sungai Kertas, Gombak, Azimah and friends)</div>
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The teen girls attending bundle toys and household section.. </div>
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<br />Liza Masrina Ibrahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026367644729875949noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085601795575987929.post-48108390243579413282013-02-19T10:04:00.002+08:002013-02-19T10:04:52.330+08:00A Hug of STRENGTH It will be 3 months soon.. sometimes it feels like only yesterday.. sometimes it feels like it has been ages.. Sometimes it is so easy to smile and be happy but suddenly we cried.<br />
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Untuk saya, seorang ibu yang telah kehilangan salah seorang dari anak saya.. setiap hari adalah dugaan untuk kami.. adakalanya dugaan itu bukan sekadar dugaan menanggung rindu terhadap seorang yang lahir dari rahim saya tetapi dugaan didatangi emosi sedih yang adakalanya sukar untuk dibendung, dikawal atau dikekang.. it just came.. and it will take time to leave.<br />
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Adakalanya perasaan untuk bercakap dengan Ara yang telah tiada begitu kuat.. Walaupun kita tahu dia tak mungkin dengar tetapi adakalanya hanya itu cara mengubat rasa rindu. Itu dugaan..<br />
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Adakalanya sedang ceria berjalan di mall tiba2 sayup-sayup kedengaran lagu yang dimainkan ketika hari graduasi arwah.. 'Our universe will never be the same.. I'm glad u came'.. seolah menyimpan seribu satu makna disebaliknya dan sedang saya mengetuk papan kekunci (wah! sangat la BM nya keyboard) saya terbayang wajah manis, comel, ceria Ara yang saya make-up kan malam graduasinya.. Itu juga dugaan..<br />
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Kekuatan yang saya kumpul, yang ada, yang tinggi kemudian surut ini semuanya kurniaan Allah.. That much I believe.. Saya sangat sangat yakin, jika Allah telah menghadirkan dugaan ini untuk saya, Hanya Allah jua yang mampu membantu saya menghadapinya.. Ara menjadi jambatan untuk saya semakin dekat dengan Allah.. amin... Kekuatan yang hari ini nampak ketara di mata manusia lain hanya diketahui oleh Allah.. itu juga dugaan..<br />
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Semalam, saya bersama mak cik mira (insan yang banyak bersama suka duka, tawa dan menangis) ke Rumah Anak Yatim Baitul Ehsan. Kami pernah kesana Ramadhan yang lalu.. Sememangnya sangat indah rancangan yang Allah telah aturkan untuk saya.. Ditemukan kami dengan anak yang seiras wajahnya dengan Ara.. waktu itu kami rasa mereka seperti kembar. Izah, anak kepada Umi dan Abi, Pengasas Rumah Baitul Ehsan, mirip Ara.. Ada sekeping gambar mereka yang saya ambil Ramadhan lalu.. Umi, Abi, Aizat dan anak2 Baitul Ehsan juga ada bersama bersolat jenazah dan mengiringi Ara ke tanah perkuburan.. (terjawablah pertanyaan ramai org siapa kumpulan anak2 yang ramai2 tu :))<br />
Jadi, semalam sebelum kesana.. dari pagi mata kanan ini berkedip2.. tak henti.. siapa pula orang jauh yang saya akan jumpa.. Well we have plans to Baitul Ehsan tapi mata berkedip belah kanan ni nak tengok orang jauh ke nak nangis? entah.. but the twitching of the eye is so irritating. I end up sleeping it off for a few hours.<br />
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Petang itu kami ke Baitul Ehsan. Perancangan asal untuk kesana bersama sahabat Syakirah Hanim dibatalkan kerana Cek Ya kita demam panas so, kami anak beranak (cik Mira n Me) naik LRT, jalan kaki dan tahan En. Teksi.. Perjalanan terasa pendek.. langkah terasa amat ringan.. Cuaca yang sangat kelam tidak hujan lebat dan terasa perjalanan semalam seolah2 sangat di berkati Alhamdulillah...<br />
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Setibanya di rumah.. duduk sebelah umi, sepontan mulut bertanya "Mana anak umi yg macam Ara tu?" Saya masih ingat ketika di tanah perkuburan saya katakan pada umi, izinkan saya tumpang kasih anak umi ye.. dengan linangan airmata, umi kata ya...<br />
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Iza turun dan bila saya panggil dia terus menghampiri saya mesra.. saya minta izin peluk Izah tetapi sebaik saja saya memeluknya, rasa hiba saya tak dapat dibendung.. Saya menangis.. agak payah hendak mengawal rasa hiba itu.. Itu juga dugaan..<br />
"Makcik tumpang peluk ya.. mudah2an dapat kekuatan untuk beberapa bulan lagi.." and I know Izah is somewhat puzzled, tetapi dia biarkan saya memeluknya tidak sedikitpun dia menolak.. dan saya rasa lega.. saya rasa hati saya ringan.. saya rasa seolah saya dapat memeluk Ara.. untuk sekian kalinya setelah begitu lama.. I feel like I am hugging U again Ara.. and She smells like you after school Ara! Itu juga dugaan...<br />
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I wish I could elaborate more but really its hard to explain the feelings..at the end, I feel light, joy and happy inside! Alhamdulillah.. Aizat, if you are reading this, tolong bagitau Izah jangan takut dengan Aunty Liza ye.. takut lain kali dia nampak saya datang dia lari..<br />
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I know she is not Ara.. Ara is irreplaceable, No one in this world can ever replace Ara.. every child, every person is special in their own way no matter how similar they can be.<br />
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Ara, one day while we were shopping @ Carrefour, suddenly mama started to have this little voice talking to myself..<br />
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"Mama, ara sorry.. ara sorry ara kena pergi.. Ara tau mama strong macam Ara.. Ara sayang mama.. Ara dengar cakap mama.. Ara sorry ara tak dapat hug mama, kiss mama, touch mama lagi sebab Allah dah ajak Ara balik.. kan mama suruh Ara tunggu mama kan? Ara tunggu mama.. tapi Ara nak mama strong, macam Ara.. Macam mama selalu cakap dekat Ara..<br />
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Ara tau kadang2 mama sad.. sebab kita jauh.. sebab mama tak dapat tengok Ara lagi tapi Ara tau Allah akan jaga Mama, Allah sayang mama.. Sebab tu Allah bawak Ara balik siapkan castle untuk mama ngan papa pulak.."<br />
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Ara, sometimes at night, if I close my eyes, Mama rasa macam boleh nampak Ara smiling.. sometimes.. Ara.. mama sayang ara.. mama love ara banyak2.. mama miss everything u said Ara.. mama miss bau ara.. Baju tadika Ara ada lagi dalam almari.. kadang2 bila mama nampak mama cium baju ara.. macam ada bau sikit.. maybe its just my imagination.. Mama nampak dress powerpuff girls purple yang ara suka tu.. and how sweet u looked when u wear the dress.. Mama still keep and treasure all your headbands.. kadang2 mama cium cekak ara.. maybe ada smell rambut ara kat situ..<br />
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Ya Allah... ini juga Dugaan..<br />
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Apa juga dugaannya, at the end segalanya adalah anugerah dan nikmat Allah.. Hati yang merindu, Hati yang sedih dan hiba, Rasa kasih dan sayang, semua itu nikmat yang datang dari Allah.. Ar-Rahman, Ar-Rahim..<br />
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Dari Allah kita datang, kepadaNYA juga kita kembali.. Al-Fatihah untuk Sarah Khadijah.. Mama love ara forever.. Ara tunggu mama ye Ara...<br />
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<br />Liza Masrina Ibrahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026367644729875949noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085601795575987929.post-71832371630208756532013-01-17T08:51:00.002+08:002013-01-17T09:42:12.955+08:0017 January 2013 - A Birthday without You by my side.We can't spell 'us' without 'u'.. sometimes it is really how we all really feel. Kakak always said to me that it is all so different.. she feels empty.. she feels not as always as she misses her little sister. No words actually could console her or make that feeling go away..<br />
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Today, is suppose to be Sarah's 7th birthday but it was written in her 'book' that Sarah Khadijah will remain 6 forever. Previous years, when the date stars approaching the kids birthday, it is so normal for me to think of how we should celebrate their birthday.. I love birthday parties.. I enjoy cooking, baking, preparing them for their parties.. but this year it is all so dull..<br />
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I have the image of her last surprise birthday party at school playing in my mind.. how I stay up the night before baking her cakes and how I woke up early getting her ready and asked her to wear her pink dress I sew for her. Pleated her hair and put on pearls headband for her.. She smiles so so so sweetly.. Ara.. cantik sangat ara masa tu..<br />
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The nervous but incredibly happy look on her face when her blindfold was taken off and she saw me and her grandmother standing in the classroom with friend singing happy birthday to her is a look i will remember always. And that look was captured in a picture which also my screen saver.. Mama rindu la dekat ara... rindu sangat.. and each time mama rindu.. hati mama sad.. eyes mama ada tears ara...<br />
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No cakes, no presents, no wish... This year I could give MY DAUGHTER NOTHING for her birthday..<br />
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Para Ulama sependapat bahawa anak2 yang meninggal sebelum baligh tidak perlu disedekahkan Al-fatihah.. kerana mereka adalah golongan yang DIJANJIKAN syurga oleh Allah.. Mereka meninggal dalam keadaa fitrah tanpa dosa walau sebesar zarah..<br />
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BUT.. what else can I do to make me feel a tiny bit better on a day I gave birth to my child? Having her being so so out of reach, reciting A-Fatihah is the only gift I can ever afford to give.. sambil hati ini berdoa Ya Allah... pada hari kau menganugerahkan dia kepadaku ini, Sampaikanlah bacaan dan doaku ini sebagai perhiasan paling cantik untuknya Ya Allah, segala yang ghaib yang tidak dapat difikir oleh manusia tetapi tidak mustahil kerana ayat 'Kun Fa Ya Kun' maka Ya Allah.. sampaikanlah doa ini sebagai hadiah dari seorang ibu untuk anaknya.. Sesungguhnya rasa kasih yang telah kau anugerahkan dalam hati hambamu ini.. adalah anugerah yang KEKAL Ya Allah..<br />
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Ara.. mama sad.. sebab mama miss ara.. but NEVER NEVER NEVER once I feel sorry for what has happen to you Ara.. Mama know that is the BEST for you.. Mama tau mama can never give you what Allah has given you Ara.. Ara is so special... Ara is so kind and pure that Allah wanted to preserve that quality in you Ara.. and mama redha..<br />
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Remembering all the good times we had when Ara is with us, makes mama miss Ara even more.. but where you are now Ara, holding the key and waiting for the day Allah has promised that we will meet each other againg.. subhanallah.. it makes me feel nothing less than JOY.. Alhamdulillah.. mama pegang pada janji Allah yang one day we will be together again Ara..<br />
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Ara.. mama dah tak de apa yang boleh mama bagi Ara.. Ara anak mama yang dah berjaya Dunia dan Akhirat sebenarnya dah tak perlukan apa2 lagi dari mama.. Tapi mama tetap mama.. Mama yang ara tau suka belikan ara present..sampai hari ni mama cuma boleh doa Allah sampaikan 'present' mama pada Ara..<br />
I hope I will have a beautiful dream hugging, holding and kissing you tonight on your birthday in shaa allah..<br />
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Mama rindu ara.. mama sayang ara.. there is no HUMAN LOVE much GREATER than Mama's love for you Ara.. the only love greater than my love to you is ALLAH's love..<br />
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<br />Liza Masrina Ibrahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026367644729875949noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085601795575987929.post-75498335275682350012012-12-31T18:21:00.004+08:002012-12-31T18:21:23.787+08:00I am BLESSED.. <i>Sun goes down and we are here together</i><br />
<i>Fireflies glow like a thousand charms..</i><br />
<i>Stay with me and you can dream forever</i><br />
<i>Right here in my arms... tonight..</i><br />
~ song from Barbie as the Island Princess~<br />
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Liza Masrina Ibrahim.. dalam didatangi pelbagai ujian.. saya sedar.. banyak anugerah Allah pada saya..HE put me into the womb of the greatest, most loving, most understanding, most supportive mother, HE gave me the most supportive, understanding, helpful, wonderful loving husband, HE gave me 3 beautiful girls I once proudly claim as my 'Powerpuff Girls'.. my backbone siblings.. family and friends who will always be there for me..<br />
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Tidak cukup dengan semua pemberian ini, kerana sayangkan saya, sayangkan keluarga saya, Allah telah menjemput anak saya untuk menjadi penghuni istimewa di dalam Jannah.. subhanallah.. apa lagi yang saya mahukan selain redha Allah dan petunjuknya agar saya sentiasa berada di jalan yang diredhai..<br />
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Tidak mudah untuk menerima hakikat apabila tiba2 diberitahu anak mungkin hilang nyawa.. Pada waktu itu yang kami fikirkan hanyalah kuasa doa dari kami kedua ibu bapanya dan juga doa dari semua yang kami kenali. Looking at the once very happy, bullby girl sleeping on a bed with wires on almost every part of her body, motionless with no response is the last thing any parent would want to think of and a parents worst nightmare.<br />
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Now, after more than a month, sesekali rasa sebak menyesakkan dada seorang ibu.. sebak kerana rindu.. i often update my facebook writing how i feel esp when i miss my ara.. i end each status with al fatihah hoping for friends and family who read to do the same. dalam kata lain saya memohon org lain untuk sama2 sedekahkan alfatihah untuk permata hati saya.. kerana hanya doa sahaja yang mampu saya berikan untuknya. Wang ringgit, fancy toys, segala pensil warna dan gajet sudah tidak bermakna lagi untuknya.. hanya doa dan bacaan ayat2 suci al-qur'an saya yang adalakalanya kurang sempurnya itu yang saya harapkan tiba sebagai hadiah untuk anak saya yang saya kasihi dengan sepenuh jiwa dan raga saya.<br />
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28th December 2012, was supposed to be Sarah' primary 1 orientation day.. i could imagine how excited she would be.. i could almost imagine my fluffy furball jumping here and there in excitement meeting her friends again. I see friends updating their children's first orientation for primary 1 and it somehow leave a small cut in my heart.<br />
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31 December 2012 is here... and will come to an end soon.. This morning I woke up feeling that emptiness again.. I miss her so much.. so so much words just could not describe it.. When my child left me, she took a part of my heart with her.. Ya Allah.. hanya padamu segala kekuatan dan kesabaran, hambamu ini memohon sedikit dari kekuatan dan kesabaran itu untukku harungi hari2 tanpa sebahagian hatiku yang telah kuserahkan kembali padamu Ya Rahman.. Ya Raheem..<br />
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When I am at home.. i could almost imagine what Ara will be doing with me at home.. and the beginning of 2013 school term is not really something I look forward too..<br />
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<i>Ara, mama miss siapkan ara pergi sekolah.. mama miss ikatkan rambut ara.. ikat satu, ikat dua, ikat repunzel, Mama miss pakaikan ara minyak wangi ara tu.. mama miss ara peluk mama kat pintu dan cium perut mama.. mama miss semua tu ara..</i><br />
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<b><i>Ya Allah yang maha besar, maha berkuasa, yang mengetahui yang tidak kami ketahui.. sampaikanlah rasa kasihku, seorang ibu kepada anaknya yang telah kuserahkan kembali padaMU ya rahman.. sampaikanlah rasa kasih anakku itu kepadaku ya raheem.. Kekalkanlah pertalian kasihku dengan anakku ya allah..ameen..</i></b><br />
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<i>Bila mama tengok kasut sekolah dalam bilik computer, mama teringat masa mama cubakan kasut tu untuk ara.. bila mama pegang baju sekolah yang kita beli tu, mama teringat masa mama cubakan baju sekolah untuk ara sambil senyum ara kata.. "cuba lagi.." and u gave me that cute look! And now I can only imagine how nice you will look in that blue uniform ara.. Mama nampak beg sekolah ara.. mama cium bag sekolah ara.. ada sikit bau ara.. mama peluk bag ara kuat2.. mama bukak bag sekolah ara.. mama nampak kertas2 yang ara lukis.. Ara memang suka lukis untuk mama.. Mama nampak kad hari raya yang ara lukis untuk papa, mama and kakak.. yang kecik.. mama suka.. ada gambar ketupat.. itu saja kad yang mama akan tengok sampai akhir hayat mama ara.. </i><br />
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<i>Hari ni mama banyak nangis ara.. mama rindu sangat kat ara.. Mama peluk kakak tadi.. kakak pujuk mama.. Mama tengok hannah, Hannah pun peluk mama jugak.. Mama miss huggy ara tapi mama syukur Alhamdulillah.. mama masih dapat peluk kakak and hannah..</i><br />
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<i>Ara.. sejak ara takde, rumah kita kurang ceria.. kadang2 mama menung, kadang2 papa menung.. kadang2 papa n mama sad.. mama tau ara tak suka mama sad tapi mama tak bole help it.. now mama tau macam mana ara rasa bila ara nangis and ara kata 'ara tak boleh berhenti nangis'.. </i><br />
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Saya rasa sangat bersyukur.. kerana saya punya pegangan agama.. saya seorang islam dan saya percaya pada Allah dan rasulnya.. At times when I could just fall and collapse, I have Allah to fall back to.. Saya percaya taufiq dan hidayah Allah datang dalam pelbagai bentuk.. walau bagaimana sedih, walau bagaimana perit, walau bagaimana payah, percayalah bahawa Allah sentiasa ada.. dan Allah akan sentiasa membantu hambanya yang yakin dengan kekuasaan dan kebesaranNYA.. Saya hamba Allah yang kerdil, yang punya sekian banyak dosa tetapi Allah masih sangat menyayangi saya.. Allah mengurniakan saya dengan pelbagai nikmat dan saya mensyukurinya.. Alhamdulillahi rabbil A'lamin...<br />
<br />Liza Masrina Ibrahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026367644729875949noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085601795575987929.post-61070689305586425842012-12-17T09:58:00.001+08:002012-12-17T09:58:32.330+08:00When it is all WORTH IT.Do you still remember the first time you bathe your child? how you wash your child's hair, body and the baby smell? As i sit here writing this, I could imagine the first time I clean Sarah Khadijah.. She is a very healthy and quite a big sized baby for her age tho she comes in weighing only 2.9kg.. A friend said.. 'Anak kau semua keluarnya kecik.. membesar di luar'<br />
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Sebagai ibu, terutamanya yang mempunyai lebih dari seorang anak, memang menjadi kebiasaan untuk kita mengajar anak menjadi lebih berdikari. Apabila mereka sudah boleh mandi sendiri, tuang air sendiri, barangkali mengambil makanan sendiri, we expect them to do it themselves as we concentrate on the younger ones. Ada kalanya kita minta pula mereka menguruskan adik2 mereka.. Well, I assume it happened in all household who has more than 1 child. If not, maybe I am the only mother who does that.<br />
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Sarah Khadijah is very very independent. Walau hanya berumur 6 tahun, ada hari2 rajin dia akan tolong mandikan adiknya Hannah (age 3), siap pakaikan baju.. sikat rambut. Like any other girls her age, dia suka main2 rambut mama dan papanya. I still remember the time she sit behind me and comb my hair for me.. sambil mulutnya tak lekang memuji.. 'Cantik la mama'.. Selalu juga Sarah sisir rambut papa.. comb his hair to the side and she said 'Papa ni handsome la'. Sarah memang suka kelihatan cantik..dan dia tak lokek memuji orang.. memang begitu ragam anak2.. mudah dengan iklas memuji.. Subhanallah..anak2 memang bersih..<br />
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I miss all those morning getting her ready for school.. She will put on her uniform and then sit in front of me and I will (like a hair stylist) ask her "Ara nak ikat rambut macam mana?" (how do you want to tie your hair?). Sometimes just a ponytail, sometimes 2, sometimes a pleat but whatever the hair style, headband is a MUST. Sejak Sarah takde, cekak rambut yang banyak2 tu tidak berusik.. sesekali terpandang cekak rambut yang saya buatkan semasa hari graduasinya.. Saya terbayangkan cara dia memakai cekak rambutnya.. She will smile so sweetly.. Kalau kemana-mana, lip gloss dan perfume memang tidak pernah ketinggalan.. I really miss those days.. more and more..<br />
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1 1/2 tahun yang lalu semasa saya mula2 berhenti kerja untuk menjadi suri rumah tangga sepenuh masa, the girls were very very happy.. Sebab mama hari2 ada di rumah. I enjoy doing things with them as well as spending more time at home. Honestly, after 1 year, I started to think is it really worth staying at home with the girls? do they appreciate me? Do they enjoy being around me? Especially when lately both of them keep asking their grandparents to stay at home with them. Today, I have the answer.. its all wort it.. every single second, every single minute, every single day.. Its all worth it..<br />
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Mothers, working or staying at home... Children can be very very demanding, and attending to their needs are not easy.. believe me, I know. Tapi sebolehnya apa juga yang mereka minta, walaupun mereka mampu melakukannya sendiri, once in a blue moon, do it for them.. while we teach them to be independent, spend some time to treat them by doing things they can do themselves FOR them.. sebabnya mudah.. kita takkan tahu bila kali terakhir kita akan lakukan untuk mereka.. Mungkin kita pergi dulu, mungkin mereka yang dijemput dulu..<br />
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Father, dalam kesibukkan menjalankan tugas di pejabat, bila kepenatan tiba dirumah, if you have girls, get the girls to massage your head, let the girls comb your hair, let them smell your sweat (thts what my husband will let his girls do). Ambil masa untuk duduk santai di depan tv, watch the kids fav cartoon with them.<br />
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Pertama kali dalam hidup Sarah Khadijah, saya mandikan rambutnya yang kembang afro hitam lebat.. saya sabunkan dan pakaikan pakaian yang saya belikan semasa dia masih di dalam perut. Babies smells like heaven.. its very very true..dan saya hamba yang Allah pilih untuk menguruskan Sarah Khadijah sehingga lengkap perjalanan hidupnya..<br />
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Ara, mama sayang ara sangat2.. hari2 mama miss ara.. hari2 mama hadiahkan yaseen dan al-fatihah untuk ara.. Moga Allah sampai kan kat ara so that it will be your greatest gift kat bawah pokok tempat ara main2 tu..<br />
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Ara, mama harap ara tau, mama and papa tolong mandikan ara haritu kat masjid, papa cucikan rambut ara.. mama mandikan ara macam baby.. mama tau mama pernah gurau dgn ara masa ara suruh mama mandikan ara.. mama cakap kat ara.. 'orang yang mati je kita mandikan'.. ara jeling mama.. tapi lepas tu mama mandikan jugak ara.. ara tau mama gurau kan.. tapi mama syukur.. mama dapat mandikan ara, mama pakaikan baju ara cantik2.. makcik tu pakaikan ara tudung macam masa ara pegi ngaji. Bila semua dah siap, mama pakaikan ara kofume (perfume) macam yg ara suka. Mama tau ara suka wangi.. perfume tu nama dia 1000 flowers. wangi sangat ara..<br />
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Bila ara dah siap.. walaupun mama tak nampak lips ara tapi mama tengok ara macam senyum.. mama tau ara happy.. and I am happy that you are happy. Mama, papa, kakak n hannah tak nangis sebab kita semua nak ara happy tengok kitorang.. Hannah mintak kat mama "Hannah nak cium Ara".. papa dukung hannah cium pipi ara.. ara boleh rasa kan.. kakak pun datang peluk n cium arah.. Kakak cakap kat ara "Kakak sayang ara tau.. sayang ara forever" lepas tu kita 1 family peluk ara for the last time before we all send ara to ara's castle.<br />
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Hari2 bila nak tidur je, kakak sad.. dia kata dia miss Ara.. mama tau sebab mama pun miss ara.. Kakak n mama selalu peluk each other sebab bila mama n kakak hug, mama n kakak rasa macam hug ara... Hannah pun rindu n sayang ara.. but Hannah is just amazing sebab dia tak pernah tanya pun mama mana Ara.. bila mama tanya Hannah, mana ara? Hannah cakap 'Ara pegi castle dengan true love'<br />
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Ara, hari Sabtu lepas mama pegi kubur ara bawak cik net, aunty suzy and aqila.. dari hari Jumaat mama sad.. sebab mama teringat hari ara sakit.. mama rindu ara.. mama miss nak peluk ara.. tapi bila sampai kubur ara, hujan lebat.. tak dapat nak baca yaseen.. mama baca al-fatihah untuk ara je.. bila sampai kubur ara, mama rasa tak boleh nak nangis.. mama rasa tak sad lagi..Mungkin itu kekuatan yang Allah bagi pada mama.. alhamdulillah.. tapi bila kereta dah nak tinggalkan kubur ara baru mama rasa sad.. mama nangis sikit.. Itu pun adalah rasa sayang dan kasih yang Allah kekalkan dalam hati mama untuk ara.. ara jgn mara ye mama nangis.. mama miss ara je.. takde apa..<br />
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Mama selalu doa supaya Allah bahagia dan gembirakan ara.. sama macam mana ara gembira dan bahagiakan mama masa ara ada..Jaga ara sama macam ara jaga mama masa mama sakit.. mama ingat lagi ara basahkan tisu dgn air pastu letak kat dahi mama masa mama demam seminggu sebelum ara demam..<br />
Ya Allah, kurniakanlah anak yang taat, anak yang baik ini jannah.. sampaikan doa doa dan pahala bacaan yaseen dan al-fatihah kami padanya sebagai hadiah..<br />
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Mama yakin Allah akan jaga dan sayang ara.. sebab ara the greatest gift.. the purest heart.. wonderful soul..<br />
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Mama sayang ara forever and ever..<br />
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Al-Fatihah with love Sarah Khadijah<br />
<br />Liza Masrina Ibrahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026367644729875949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085601795575987929.post-70233262643386663662012-12-13T16:45:00.001+08:002012-12-13T16:45:25.595+08:00All the good things in life is FREE Saya masih ingat rasa sesak dada dan sakit yg menusuk di kiri dan kanan rusuk saya sekitar jam 2-3 pagi, Ahad, 25 November 2012. Sempat juga saya memberitahu suami.. "I thin I can feel her pain, pa.. I really think so".. and he just gave me a pat trying to help me go to sleep. It took me quite some time to actually sleep.. kami tidur beralaskan selimut 'toto' di ruang menunggu wad ICU<br />
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Kami tersedar hampir jam 6.45 pagi.. Suami terkejut dan kami terus terjaga.. 'Bangun ma! kang terlepas subuh" dan saya bergegas bangun.. Untuk julung2 kalinya hati berdebar-debar dengan rasa sangat takut sambil menangis saya beristighfar.. takut.. sangat takut.. bila bangun subuh lambat doa saya untuk anak saya sembuh tidak dimakbulkan Allah.. Walaupun pada waktu itu saya bersedia untuk menerima segala kemungkinan.. sesekali harapan untuk anak saya kembali sembuh kembali menebal.. Everyday is a new challenge.. to face something I do not cannot imagine and do not know what to expect.. <br />
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That morning, my husband was waiting for his boss to come. He wanted to explain to his boss about sarah's condition just like we explained to our family members the night before. So he asked me to go down to the hotel lobby and get some fresh air.. "dah 3 hari berkurung di tempat menunggu wad ICU.. at least he went down to buy some food and all but I never left the ward.. I want to be close to Sarah..<br />
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Bila saya akhirnya turun ke lobby ditemani seorang kawan sekolah yang kebetulan bapa mertuanya juga di wad ICU.. saya mengambil angin sambil melihat dari luar barang2 yang dijual di kedai cenderahati.. I told my friend Norly, <br />
" Aku tengok mainan ni semua.. semua ni kalau anak aku nampak.. mesti ada je yang dia nak.. selalunya apa yang anak2 kita nak.. kita tapis, kita fikir.. ada yang kita belikan ada yang tidak.. Kalau kau tanya aku kan Norli, sekarang ni kalau anak aku sihat, dia mintak apa saja, apa saja dalam kedai ni aku akan belikan.. APA SAJA.." sambil airmata aku tak henti-henti mengalir..<br />
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Seriously, IF, she is here today, I will buy anything she want.. anything she ever wanted.. after a while I continue..<br />
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"tapi kan norly, aku sedar sekarang.. semua ni kalau aku belikan dia takkan boleh tengok, dia takkan boleh main.. takkan berguna pun untuk dia.. sebab sekarang ni.. mungkin seterusnya yang terbaik yang kita patut berikan pada anak2 kita hanyalah DOA kita.. ibu mereka.. DOA je norly.. yang free tak payah bayar.. hanya baca saja.. Its true.. All the good things in life is FREE.."<br />
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Isn't it true? All the good things in life is FREE.. air we breathe, the ability to see, touch, namun yang paling2 asas dan terbaik adalah DOA.. Hebatnya doa ini.. menjadikan yang mustahil itu kenyataan, menjadikan yang lemah itu kuat, menjadikan yang sedih itu kegembiraan.. ada yang serta merta, ada juga yang mengambil masa tetapi it will happen.<br />
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That morning, after Norly left me at the lobby, I went on to the florist and bought a pink minnie mouse pillow which I am sure Sarah would love it.. and I bought a book for her.. "You'll always in my heart".. paid the lady, I marched straight into the ICU ward.. so confident that it will be a good start.. went close to her and said..<br />
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"Assalamualaikum Sarah... good morning sayang mama! mama belikan arah pillow ni arah.. warna pink.. ada gambar minnie mouse.. mesti Arah suka.. mama tau.. mama letak sini tau.. sebab nanti nurse kata dia masuk dalam pillow case.. nanti arah bukak la mata tengok.. and....... mama beli a book! mama tau arah suka cartoon tarzan.. ni mama beli buku Tarzan.. tajuk dia You'll be in my heart.. Kat sini dia kata 'This book belongs to..' Siapa? macam mana eja nama arah? S.A.R.A.H K.H.A.D.I.J.A.H mama dah tulis untuk arah.. mama tau arah pandai tulis tapi arah kena bangun la dulu baru boleh tulis.. mama dah tuliskan dulu siap2 untuk arah ye.."<br />
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and I went on reading the first 2 pages for her.. tiba2 hati saya rasa sangat sakit.. sayu dan hiba.. saya tau dah sampai masanya saya keluar sebelum saya gagal mengawal perasaan saya.. I excuse myself by saying I dont wanna disturb kakak2 nurse change your cotton and all.. I went out and cry.. <br />
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For as long as I could remember.. even after the accident, she woke up and she get well first before I went home.. I told her to.. " arah kena kuat, arah kena sihat dulu, datang tengok mama kat hospital, mama tak boleh jalan" and that was exactly what she did.. She did it for me.. She responded to my request.. but that day.. that particular day.. SHE DID NOT..<br />
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It was never easy.. and It will never be.. to talk to someone who will not respond to you, not even showing a sign that she hears what u say..<br />
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I tickled her where I remember she will be saying "geli la ma..." I touch her where I know she likes it, I rub her tummy and say "Ara ni fat la.." all to a silent little one..<br />
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Jauh disudut hati saya, saya tahu saya perlu kuat.. untuk Sarah, untuk Kakak dan Hannah..<br />
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Pada awalnya saya terpaksa reka sebuah cerita untuk supaya Kakak faham keadaan Sarah.. Saya katakan pada Kakak " Kakak have to go home with Nenek, because, mama n papa have to be here for Sarah.. U imagine Sarah is in a race.. like always, a race there is a winning end and losing end.. sarah is in the middle.. Mama n Papa have to keep pushing and cheering for her to come to us to which end?" then Kakak reply "winning end" "yes! thts y, we have to concentrate on Sarah now that is y u need to go home with nenek.. because kakak, if sarah win, we all win but if she lose, we lose her" then Yasmeen started crying.. but she agree to go home with my mother.<br />
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Bila kami katakan kami redha.. kami bersedia dengan segala kemungkinan dan kami dgn sepenuh hati redha melepaskan Sarah Khadijah, kekuatan tu seakan datang terus dari Allah Taala untuk kami suami isteri.. Ketika di beritahu oleh 2 orang Dr pakar "We r sorry, but she has passed away" kami tenang, tiada tangisan.. "Innalillahi wainna ilaihi rojiun" kami redha.. and we went on preparing for her funeral.. Alhamdulillah.. segalanya dipermudahkan.. ramai yang datang membantu kami yang kali pertama menguruskan jenazah..<br />
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Lobi ICU penuh dengan saudara dan sahabat handai yang masing2 menangis hiba bila diberitakan tentang Sarah Khadijah yang telah kembali ke pangkuan Allah s.w.t dan hanya 1 yang saya katakan pada mereka.. each n every one there that day.. "Tolong doakan aku kuat.. untuk aku selesaikan tanggungjawab aku.. doakan aku ya.."<br />
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Saya percaya kekuatan dan ketabahan kami suami isteri yang tidak menitiskan walau setitis air mata dari hari anak saya meninggal dunia sehingga di selamat dikebumikan adalah dari Allah taala.. yang memberikan kami kekuatan itu kerana DIA maha mengetahui hati dan perasaan kami dan DIA kasihkan kami.. and ALLAH knows we need all the strength.<br />
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Ara.. harini masa papa hantar kereta for repair, papa keluarkan selipar Ara.. Selipar yang ara choose yang kita beli masa pegi Shah Alam.. cantik selipar ara.. mama nampak ara punya foot print.. Mama rindu ara.. mama cium selipar ara tapi tak de bau la arah... hehehe.. mama tengok foot print ara.. mama ingat ara punya 'little feetie'.. masa hannah baru lahir, ara selalu cakap 'chomelnya hannah punya little feetie (little feet)' now mama miss ara punya feet.. <br />
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Semalam mama pergi rumah aunty mala.. aunty yang selalu teman ara kalau mama lambat turun ambik ara.. dia kata ara suka hiding belakang kereta kalau ara tau mama nak turun.. mama cakap dekat dia "Now she is hiding forever la Mala.." aunty mala sad aje.. mama pun sad tapi mama sad bukan sebab apa.. mama miss ara la.. ara kan mama punya boyfriend.. mama kan suka baring kat bahu ara macam boyfriend..<br />
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"If i could wish for 1 thing, I take the smile that u bring, wherever u go in this world I come along.. together we dream the same dream, whenever i'm here for you, you're here for me.. oo.. 2 voices 1 song.."<br />
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Mama hadiahkan ara doa dari mama.. mama mintak Allah keep ara happy macam ara selalu happy kan mama.. Al fatihah untuk Sarah Khadijah.. amin..<br />
Liza Masrina Ibrahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026367644729875949noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085601795575987929.post-58331130231963829542012-12-07T22:40:00.003+08:002012-12-07T22:40:32.598+08:00Ku Lepaskan dengan Redha - Sarah KhadijahSepeninggalan Sarah Khadijah, jari yang biasanya laju merajut benang tiba-tiba tidak seperti selalu.. Ada masanya baru pegang hook 20 minit rasa macam 2 jam.. "Li, aku dah jadi macam rama-rama yang dah terluka sayapnya" itulah kata2 yang aku luahkan dengan linangan air mata hari Selasa lalu kepada sahabatku Laily..<div>
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Semasa dia datang melawat hari Sabtu, 24 November itu, kami berpelukan sebaik berjumpa.. tiba2 sayu dan hiba rasa hati aku.. Dr. Kishore beri kebenaran untuk aku bawa masuk pelawat walau diluar masa melawat untuk wad ICU. Sejak Sarah dimasukkan ke ICU aku bertemankan air mata. Sampai luka2 di sekeliling pipi dan kelopak mata.. </div>
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Selepas peristiwa kemalangan tahun Jun 2010, saya sangkakan itulah peristiwa paling buruk sepanjang hidup saya.. dengan pelbagai keajaiban yang berlaku begitu memihak kepada kami.. My femur and pelvic injury which was very very severe is now 100% heal and back to normal.. Sarah who was in ICU for more than a week due to concussion to the head and epilepsy also, back to normal without any continuation of medication.. syukur Alhamdulillah.. Selepas pulih dari semua kecederaan, salah satu gigi Sarah yang menurut doktor masuk kedalam gusi akibat hentakan kuat kekal berada didalam gusinya selama 2 tahun.. Sehingga awal tahun ini.. secara tiba2 saya ternampak gigi hadapan Sarah yang selalunya jarang dan ada ruang (gap) tiba2 nampak penuh! "Eh! Gigi arah dah turun la arah!".. Sarah hanya tersenyum manis sambil menunjukkan giginya..</div>
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Tiba-tiba saya terasa berdosa.. Betapa sepanjang hidup saya ini saya leka dan lalai.. namun terus terusan diberi hidayah dan anugerah dari Allah.. Betapa hamba yang hina ini ya Allah telah diberikan sebanyak2nya kasih dan sayang darimu Ya allah untuk terus dekat dan kembali kepadaMU.. Alhamdulillah.. Alhamdulillah.. Alhamdulillah..</div>
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The worst that could ever happen to a child is to lose a parent and the worst that could ever happen to a parent is to lose a Child. Betapa benarnya kata2 ini.. sesiapa yang pernah kehilangan ibu atau bapanya semestinya menghadapi kesedihan dan kemurungan yang mengambil masa yang sangat lama untuk pulih.. Namun dari setiap kematian itu sebenarnya yang harus ada dan harus terbit adalah rasa Insaf.. bahawa segala yang hidup akan pulang kepada penciptanya dan akhirat itu adalah sebenarnya tujuan hidup kita..</div>
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Perlukan Liza menjadi begini islamic? ya, Liza perlu.. kerana I have made a promise to my child.. "Arah tunggu mama di pintu syurga ya sayang.. Mama akan cuba ubah menjadi lebih baik.. Lillahi Ta'ala.. kalau mama lalai dan leka. arah ingatkan mama ya sayang.."</div>
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Dari mana datangnya kekuatan saya untuk Redha melepaskan anak saya.. Saat saya diberitahu oleh Doktor bahawa keadaan anak sayang sangat2 tenat.. </div>
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Kidney and liver if there is a minimal injury, it can regenerate but as u know, heart and brain once its off, we die"</div>
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Bila melangkah keluar selepas cuba untuk 'digest' semua yang diatas, saya rasa seperti diawang-awangan.. macam tak pijak tanah.. disambut sahabat saya Sya-Hanim lutut terasa longlai.. saya menangis.. di marah juga sahabat saya tu.. asking me to get hold of myself and stop crying..</div>
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Doa pertama saya selepas kata2 dr diatas ialah... memohon bantuan dan mukjizat Allah taala untuk saya hambanya yang hina ini.. Untuk segala kebaikkan yang pernah saya lakukan saya mohon Allah berikan YANG TERBAIK untuk Sarah Khadijah.. YANG TERBAIK untuknya..</div>
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Tiba-tiba saya terfikir.. selama saya menjadi Mamanya adakah saya sentiasa mahukan yang terbaik untuknya? saya ingin dia boleh membaca, boleh menulis dan mengira.. is it really the best for her? I think half of it is also the best for me.. because I would want to be able to tell my friends that my 6 year old daughter can now read.. Berapa dari kita yang bila kita lakukan sesuatu adalah 100% untuk anak itu dan bukan untuk diri kita.. I want for ONCE to do let Allah Taala decide what is the BEST for Sarah.. Itu doa saya..</div>
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We brief or family members about Sarah's condition.. I told my mum and Cik Man (ayah tiri yang tiada bezanya dengan ayah kandung saya) Liza sayang Sarah.. tapi liza tidak berdaya melawan takdir.. Liza bukan tak boleh terima kalau Sarah boleh baik.. tapi dia tak sempurna.. Liza boleh terima tapi kita kena ingat.. walau kita sakit hati tengok dia sakit.. yang tanggung sakit tetap dia bukan kita.. Walau liza sanggup jaga kalau dia tak sempurna apa akan jadi pada dia kalau Liza dah tak de.. semua tu Liza kena sedia dan terima.. Kalau sudah sampai masanya Allah hamparkan jemputan untuk Sarah.. liza tak nak halang perjalanan dia.. Whats best for me might not be the best for her but Whats BEST FOR HER is the best for me because I only want what is the best for my child..</div>
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Mama nak arah tau.. mama proud sangat dengan arah.. Arah buat mama ngan papa happy sangat.. terima kasih ya arah.. terima kasih jadi anak papa ngan mama.. terima kasih sebab sayang mama ngan papa.. Mama mintak maaf kat arah.. kalau mama pernah marah arah.. pukul arah, rotan arah, mama mintak maaf.. sorry yea arah.. mama sayang arah banyak sangat.. mama halalkan air susu mama.. kalau mama ada ambik duit arah, barang arah, halalkan ya arah.. duit yang arah simpan 20 tahun nak belanja mama tu nanti mama belanja yang sebaik-baiknya ya sayang.. Arah.. <b>Great People, Do Great Things, Face Great Challenges - Arah the GREAT!</b></div>
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Arah.. arah baca doa yea sayang.. ashadualla ilaha illallah.. wa ashhadu anna muhammaddarasulullah... </div>
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It was not easy letting go the person i love so much.. A person who have brought much joy and happiness in my life.. Saya tak dapat hendak menggambarkan dengan kata2 betapa sayangnya saya pada anak2 saya.. mereka umpama nyawa saya.. Namun begitu, Allah sebaik-baik perancang, yang maha mengetahui, yang empunya langit dan bumi, maha mengetahui apa yang terbaik untuk saya.. dijemput Sarah pulang semasa saya sudah sihat dari kecederaan saya.. sihat seperti sediakala walaupun dalam keadaan yang tiba-tiba dan saya REDHA.. ini yang terbaik untuk saya dan balasan yang terbaik untuk anak saya Sarah Khadijah yang telah dan akan mendapat tempat yang terbaik disisi Allah.. a place that I could not afford to give.. a place that money can't buy..</div>
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Subhanallah.. Alhamdulillah.. Lailaha ilallah.. Allahu Akhbar..</div>
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Allahummarghfirlaha, warhamha, wa'afihaa, wa,fuanha.. Al fatihah untuk Sarah Khadijah..</div>
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Saya tidak pernah berniat untuk menjadikan cerita dan kisah anak saya sebagai platform untuk mendapat sokongan sesiapa/mana-mana pihak. Pada hari pertama Arwah Sarah sakit tujuan saya berkongsi cerita dan rasa dalam ruang facebook saya semata-mata untuk memohon jasa baik sahabat2 untuk sama2 mendoakan keselamatan anak saya.. Saya tidak rasa permintaan itu keterlaluan.. permintaan dari seorang ibu yang hanya mahukan anaknya sihat kembali seperti sediakala.</div>
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Saya rasa perkara ini hanya akan menjadi jelas dan nyata jika cerita ini datang dari saya, Ibunya sendiri.</div>
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Anak saya mula demam pada hari Isnin menjelang senja, Selasa tengah hari kami tiba di klinik Tan & Mano di Bukit Antarabangsa. Balik makan ubat dan antibiotik seperti biasa.. Rabu malam, hari lahir kakaknya jadi kami ke KLCC untuk makan malam.. di situ arwah beberapa kali mengadu sejuk dan suhu badannya agak tinggi.. sampai dirumah saya beri ubat demam dan arwah tidur seperti biasa sedangkan kami mama dan papa nya kejap2 bangun merasa badan sambil lap dengan tuala basah dan tampal cool fever.</div>
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Khamis pagi2 kami bawanya ke Tan & Mano untuk dapatkan referral letter dan terus ke Ampang Puteri berjumpa pakar kanak2. Di sana kami menjalankan ujian darah.. Keputusan ujian darah arwah biasa.. blood count untuk sel darah dan putih seperti biasa.. cuma ada sedikit infection jadi dr pakar beri ubat antibiotik.. Menjadi kebiasaan, jika ada demam denggi atau jankitan yang serius, bacaan sel darah merah atau putih akan ada perubahan tetapi untuk arwah semuanya normal.</div>
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Kami pulang ke rumah dan arwah mengambil ubat antibiotik, ubat demam, ubat batuk seperti biasa. Malam itu arwah tidur lena seperti biasa.. Memang sejak arwah demam nampak arwah sering terlena.. saya sangka mungkin arwah letih kerana demam.. seperti ibu-ibu lain... saya biarkan anak saya tidur. Jumaat pagi sebelum ke tempat kerja, suami saya sempat memegang anaknya.. "dah kurang demam dia" katanya.. kerana itu dia pun terus ke pejabat.</div>
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Pagi itu, arwah bangun pagi dan ke tandas beberapa kali.. saya tanya dia "Arah buang air besar ke?" ,"ya" katanya.. Tak berapa lama selepas itu, pakcik yang sedang membuat kerja renovation dapur saya tiba dan saya keluar membuka pintu untuknya.. selepas itu sarah enggan tidur.. dia hendak duduk menonton tv diluar. Saya turutkan.. sambil membuat kerja2 crochet saya, dia duduk di sofa dan saya duduk di lantai. Saya mula memujuknya untuk makan antibiotik.. pil yang dr berikan.. takut tak boleh telan katanya.. saya kata.. arah mesti boleh.. arah kan pandai.. nanti mama ajar.. puas saya pujuk itupun setelah dia menyiapkan kad untuk neneknya.. kebetulan hari jumaat itu hari lahir neneknya.. belum sempat siap dia mewarna dia mengadu.. "Arah penat la ma.." saya katakan padanya "Penat tak payah la buat.. biarkan.. nanti sambung" dia akur dan kemudian kami ke meja makan untuk makan ubat.. </div>
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Selepas itu dia ke sofa.. duduk sebentar sebelum ke tandas lagi.. saya tanya soalan yang sama.. pelik kenapa banyak kali sangat dia buang air besar. Keluar dari tandas dia mengadu kesejukkan.. saya suruh dia baring di sofa.. tak lama kemudian dia mula menggigil.. saya selimutkan dia.. saya mula telefon mummy saya.. hati saya memang tak sedap.. rasa ada yang tak kena.. mummy kata maybe sebab dia perut kosong.. jadi saya suapkan nasi goreng.. dia hanya makan 1 sudu kecil.. dan minum air. Kemudian kami berpindah tempat ke dalam bilik.. dia masih meminta air.. Sambil baring dia meminta saya "Ma, boleh tak mama baring belakang arah?" saya baru hendak merebahkan badan dia bersuara lagi "Kenapa mama tak pandang Arah"... "ya.. mama nak pusing la ni.. baru nak baring.." Badannya makin kuat menggigil.. saya memeluknya sambil menelefon papanya.. Talian disambungkan dan dari talian telefon suami saya boleh mendengar suara Sarah menggigil.. betapa kuatnya dia menggigil.. Suami saya di Kampung Pandan bersiap untuk solah jumaat tetapi katanya dia akan cuba ambil teksi untuk pulang..</div>
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Sementara saya menggosok2 dan memeluk sarah.. kakak dan adiknya mandi.. sesudah mereka siap, saya beritahu sarah "Baring ya, mama nak mandi kejap je.. nanti papa balik, kita ke hospital" Saya terus ke bilik air, mandi lebih kurang dan bila keluar, suami saya pun tiba..saya terus bersiap dan mendapatkan Sarah.. nampak sudah tak menggigil.. tapi badan nya sangat sangat panas.. saya cuba duduk kan dia.. tapi dia pucat.. saya minta kakak ambilkan cool fever, tampal cepat2, terus ambil wheel chair dan tinggalkan rumah.</div>
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dari tingkat 8 rumah saya ke tingkat 1 parkir kereta.. sarah mula ketawa seorang.. dia asyik menghulur kakinya ke roda dan berkata.. "Sarah nak sliper!" sambil ketawa.. saya jadi panik dan marah sambil tinggikan suara saya katakan takde selipar!.. tapi sarah tak sedar.. dia terus menyorong kakinya. Bila suami sarungkan selipar dia ketawa.. itulah ketawa terakhir yang saya lihat di wajahnya..</div>
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terus kami bawanya dengan niat menuju ke Ampang puteri.. sampai di jalan sentul manis bila saya toleh kebelakang Sarah sudah memandang ke atas.. dengan suara yang pelik.. saya tak tau.. saya tak faham.. apa yang berlaku.. saya terus memanjat ke seat belakang cuba mendukung sarah tapi saya bukan saja ditolak, malah di cakar ditumbuk di tolak seolah-olah saya bukanlah sesiapa untuknya.. kenapa ni Sarah? Arah! Arah! ni mama Arah! saya memanggilnya berkali-kali hanya untuk ditolak dan dicakar.. saya peluk saya cium tapi dia terus memandang keatas.. saya menyuruh suami berhenti di Tawakal.. </div>
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Baru hari ini saya tahu ramai yang cuba mendapatkan cerita sebenar.. Dear readers, this is the truth.. do you think all this is easy for me to digest in less than 1 hour? Dari seorang anak yang masih boleh bangun berjalan dan menyapa sambil melukis tiba2 dia di ICU.</div>
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Sekali dia ditolak masuk ke ICU kami menanti dari jam 1.40 hingga 6.30 petang lebih kurang.. </div>
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Untuk sesiapa yang merasakan tulisan Bahasa Inggeris saya mengelirukan, saya minta maaf.. barangkali saya belum cukup ilmu.. jadi saya cuba terangkan dalam bahasa melayu.. kata dr</div>
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Anak puan sangat sangat sangat tenat. Badannya dalam keadaan 'renjat' dan seluruh sistem badanya bercelaru. Jantungnya tidak mengepam darah sangat lemah, darahnya tidak membeku jadi darah keluar melalui hidung dan mulutnya.. </div>
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Saya berniat untuk menceritakan bagaimana kami berdua papa dan mama yang seperti juga ibubapa lain menganggap anak sebagai nyawa sendiri merngambil keputusan untuk menerima dan melepaskan arwah kembali kepada penciptanya.. barangkali di lain siri.. ini adalah siri khas untuk menceritakan dari awal bagaimana arwah sakit</div>
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Dari hari kami MENGKEBUMIKAN anak kami Sarah Khadijah, rumah kami sudah dikunjungi oleh Pegawai Kesihatan dari Jabatan Kesihatan.. kemudian dari DBKL untuk mendapatkan statement pergerakan kami 2 minggu yang lalu.. U tell me which part of the story that people wont understand? Is it so difficult to understand that it is NOT EASY losing a CHILD? Hari berikutnya, Selasa juga ada pegawai dari DBKL datang hendak bersoal jawab.. kami tolak dengan berkata... tolong lah faham perasaan kami yg baru kehilangan anak.. jawab pegawai tu.. oh! ye la kesian.. now how do u feel if u were us??</div>
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Hari Rabu, kami ke Ampang Puteri untuk blood test anak2 yang lain.. di sana kami didatangi pegawai dari Jabatan Kesihatan.. </div>
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Kami ke Wetworld, I-City (tidak ke Snow walk) dan Taman botani di Shah Alam Pada <b>10 dan 11 November 2012</b> this shall answer most of the question about when we were there.. saya TAHU virus itu memerlukan 2 hari - 4 minggu untuk menunjukkan tanda.. I have DONE my research. </div>
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Saya <b>TIDAK PERNAH </b>kata virus itu datang dari WWSA.. tolong faham.. saya tidak langsung pernah melonjakkan semangat untuk boikot WWSA malah perkataan boikot itu tidak pernah sekalipun keluar dalam posting2 saya di FB.. </div>
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Saya juga <b>TIDAK PERNAH </b> meminta, memohon, merayu sesiapa untuk share dan sebarkan.. apa yang saya kata, elakkan ke public pools, elakkan ke taman2 dan hutan2.. elakkan taman2 binatang yang tidak bersih.. </div>
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Hari Isnin/Selasa saya kurang pasti.. seorang rakan saya post di Wall FB saya memberitahu kawan kepada rakan sepejabatnya kehilangan 2 orang anak lelaki dan mereka juga pernah mengunjungi WWSA.</div>
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Barangkali dari situ beberapa pihak mengandaikan virus itu datang dari WWSA.. Jadi dimana silapnya? apa yang besar sangat isu disini berbanding isu NYAWA? salahkan andaian sahabat saya itu? jika salah saya rasa lebih BIJAK jika WWSA sendiri yang mencari jalan membuktikan tempat mereka bersih. Masih ingat kisah IKEA yang diserbu Jakim kerana isu sosej? apa tindakan mereka? mereka segera tutup kafeteria mereka, hentikan operasi, samak semua alatan dan perkakas.. barangkali IKEA milik warga negara luar yang fikirannya lebih bijak dan waras.. the People's trust is most important.. </div>
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Saya sekeluarga redha ketentuan Allah.. malah saya percaya dengan yakin dimana tempat Sarah Khadijah dan semua yang berlaku.. (dari ujian darah yang normal, ke blood count yang tiba2 jadi caca marba dan pelbagai virus dan bakteria dalam darah) sebagai PENYEBAB untuk menjemputnya pulang ke tempat yang kekal abadi..</div>
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Tidak sedikit pun terlintas di hati dan fikiran kami untuk mengambil apa2 tindakan keatas sesiapa jikapun benar andaian itu kerana kami redha dan tidak timbul soal siapa salah dan dimana asal usul sakit itu.. Bukan kah sakit dan sihat juga dari ALLAH??</div>
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Cukuplah apa yang telah di Share... apa yang lebih penting pihak yang berkaitan, silalah jalankan tanggungjawab anda kepada orang awam.. jika betul bersih alhamdulillah.. dan seperti yg telah saya ulang saya tidak meminta sesiapa memboikot.. SILALAH BERAMAI-RAMAI ke mana juga yang saudara saudari kehendaki.. kerana dunia Allah ini maha luas.. </div>
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Liza Masrina Ibrahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026367644729875949noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085601795575987929.post-28152030123846889632012-12-03T09:49:00.002+08:002012-12-03T09:49:23.820+08:00Its been A week Sarah Khadijah..Its been a week...<br />
A week of no "Hai Mak.." in the morning..<br />
A week of no cuddly hug and tummy rubbing..<br />
A week of no sweet smile with tiny eyes almost closed..<br />
A week of no cute drawings and 'silly' cards..<br />
A week of sorrow and strength all at the same time..<br />
A week of empty hole sometimes filled with sweet memories<br />
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Its been a topsy-turvy week.. sometimes I m strong, sometimes the emotions seems to tear me apart.. Dear husband as much as possible make himself occupied with house chores.. I broke down a few times while arranging her clothes.. Something that she will usually help me do.. at least to arrange her panties in the drawer. The drawer which usually almost empty now very very full..<br />
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Sarah was born a chubby baby.. By the time she is 2, she wears clothes for a size 4. Every now and then, strangers who sees her will make remarks like 'so chubby!' and she will give them that 'i hate u' look.. but one day I came out with an idea.. I told her.. 'arah.. arah cantik tau.. gemuk ke kurus ke yang penting cantik!" (arah.. you are very pretty.. fat or skinny most importantly you look pretty) and it has boosts her confidence ever since.. she never felt being chubby is anything less than pretty, she never had the impression that being chubby would stop her from doing anything.. nothing is impossible! If i said "Arah ni gumuk la.. perut buncit'" (Arah u r fat..with a big tummy) she will reply with a smile "Ye la.. mama kan suka arah gemuk" (Yes.. U like it if i m fat) and I give her a big bear hug!<br />
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She loves being pretty.. a few days before her concert, she asked if she could put on nail polish for her year end concert. Sarah, with consultation from myself and my mother chose a sparkling pink and a fuchsia colour nail polish and her ne'ne' paint her nails.. I am not good at all with nail polish!<br />
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On the day of her concert, she woke up in the morning and asked 'should i get ready now?' I smiled at her and said.. still early arah.. and she continued asking every few hours. I even make her sleep an hour or two so that she have enough rest. I prepared her for the year end concert.. curled her hair, put on her make up, she of course put her favorite perfume on.. Wahhh!! wanginya arah.. (smeels so goood!) and she smiles sweetly making her eyes 'sepet'.. almost looked like a Japanese.. That night, she lead her group of kindy children welcoming everyone with this opening speech "Good evening ladies and gentlemen.. Thank you for coming to our graduation day, We hope you will enjoy our performance".. I cannot tell you how PROUD I am seeing her leading the speech! She really looked like a new born leader. She dances and performance and she enjoyed herself very much that night! I remember she exchanged the gift she got, a Barbie stationary set with her friend's Disney's princess set because she said her Bestie likes Barbie. Pure isn't she?<br />
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Its been a week long but it still feels as if yesterday.. it still feels like a dream and I wish I could wake up now. The reality is, I will need a lot of strength only Allah could give to go through life day by day.. Hannah, never once asked where is Arah.. She looked at her pictures sometimes kisses my table screen (i make one of sarah's pictures the wallpaper), She knows what belongs to Sarah. When she looked at books with ice cream pictures on it she will point which is hers, which is Sarah's and which is Yasmeen's but never once she asked 'Where is Sarah'. Its as if she understands what had happened..wallahu alam..<br />
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Yesterday was my cousin's 'merisik' ceremony.. One of my other cousin's youngest son, happened to be a bit chubby and when i looked at him, he really reminds me of Arwah.. I rub his tummy, hold his arm and before he left gave him a nice hug.. it does not feel like I m hugging Arah but his smile really makes me feel a little better.. Ya Allah... I really really miss my Sarah Khadijah very badly..<br />
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I know letting her go will never be easy.. it never was and never will.. but as a humble servant to Allah the Almighty, I leave everything to HIM.. May I will find peace knowing my sweet sweet honey chubby wubby is happily playing with her other friends underneath a tree in Jannah cared by Nabi Ibrahim A.S until a day when we finally meet.<br />
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Mama dah janji arah.. mama jumpa arah di pintu syurga.. Arah tunggu mama ye sayang.. Mama usaha.. mama ubah mana yang tak elok.. Kalau mama lupa dan lalai perinntah Allah, Arah ingatkan mama ye Arah.. Mama sayang Arah tapi Allah kata castle arah dah siap.. the pink and purple castle just like you always wanted.. So Arah kena pegi duduk castle Arah dah.. arah jangan takut.. nanti arah ada ramai kawan.. Mama sayang arah.. Papa Sayang Arah.. Kakak and Hannah pun sayang arah sampai bila2..lillahi ta'ala..<br />
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I wish I could say this to her face to face and see her smile at me.. I've told her when she was in the hospital.. I believe she hears me.. and as an obedient child who always listens to me.. she did as told....<br />
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Al fatihah to my baby.. Sarah Khadijah..<br />
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<br />Liza Masrina Ibrahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026367644729875949noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085601795575987929.post-69450205436083601172012-11-30T21:39:00.001+08:002012-11-30T21:39:28.347+08:00My Princess Sarah Khadijah - IntroI have been quiet for so long.. have i got nothing to tell, nothing to share or i just could not make time for my old fav thing to do.. write..<br />
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About 1.5 years ago I decided to finally tender my resignation. A plan that was K.I.V after we all met with the tragic car accident. I thought for as long as I can that, that accident was the worst thing could happened in my life. I really do.. after Sarah recover from her injury tremendously, with no side effect and a complete stop to her epilepsy medicine, I often think it is like a miracle.. she is such a magic.. She will once in a while for about 2-3 months after the recovery relate to us how she saw this person wearing all white taking her up to the sky.. she call tht 'person' - misterkejo.. who is this misterkejo? what does he do to Sarah? all remains a mystery only Allah knows.. wallahu alam..<br />
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Now sitting here in the living room with all the memories flashing in my head.. I have a blue wall to my right with Sarah's handwriting. She wrote -SARAH.. she scribble everywhere.. those days i used to grumble how my nice clean wall became all mural like with her drawings and handwriting.. now all i want to do now is to preserve this wall.. never never never ever going to repaint it as I will never have to chance to see that handwriting again if I do so...<br />
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So how is this Sarah Khadijah like? is she really such an angle? I can proudly say.. Yes, she is.. she was a chubby wubby little baby.. at the age of 6 years, 11 months, she weights 39kg. her last weight. But i still during the past few days before she left me, carry her and say she will forever be my baby.. something I love to do to all my girls including my eldest Yasmeen now age 10. Sarah will smile, I will kiss her forehead, rub her tummy and said.. Mama love arah... and she will say.. Arah love mama jugak..<br />
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After I was being discharged from the hospital (i was hospitalized 21 days) I came back home so glad i could hug my girls again and to see Sarah running and singing like normal again.. She helped me bathe, most of the time trying to hold me up, help me wipe my body and apply the gel on my scar. When I complained about my ugly scar she will say "Arah tengok cantik je mama ni.." sometimes she will cry if I said I look ugly.. and keep repeating and assuring me that i look good..<br />
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She loooooves being a princess.. She always told all of us how she love to be the princess, I will be the Queen and her father the King.. She has such sweet princess like smile.. I can truly say not one person ever say they hated her.. She capture your heart with just a simple smile..<br />
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Sarah is very sensitive, a heart full of love, If i am upset of something she easily cried and she will straight apologize with tears rolling down from her chubby cheeks.. how I miss those cheeks.. the smell! Mama miss arah very much.. Arah.. u really smell like heaven..<br />
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I intend to write down each and every memory I could remember with Arwah.. to those who is following, if i happen to repeat the same memory, please forgive me as I am just another mother missing her child who will not be able to hold her until a day where we finally meet at the heaven's door in shaa allah..<br />
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30 November 2012 - 9.37pmLiza Masrina Ibrahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026367644729875949noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085601795575987929.post-56595143891678533342011-10-03T18:00:00.000+08:002011-10-03T18:00:10.400+08:00Rias Chanteq Bridal Gallery - Should Buck up to survive.1st October 2011 was the BIG event I organized since before Ramadhan. I orhanized almost everything including caterer selection, hall, decorations of the hall as well as hantaran and other tiny stuff except for the appointment of a so called 'Wedding Planner'.<br />
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I think as a sister to their customer, I have the right to at least give a sincere opinion to the team from Rias Chanteq Bridal Gallery on their job performance during the wedding especially on the 2 most critical days 30th September and 1st October 2011.<br />
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Before I elaborate further, I must say that their 'Pelamin' was impressive. Looks really romantic and sweet and it suits the color selection tht we have decided - Pink + Blue.<br />
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I am however, unhappy for the fact that the Bride (my sister in law) had to buy her own pair of shoes to suit the blue songket which was supposedly a new sewn pair of attire as per the package they have paid for. "New sewn attire comes with a standard size 6 shoes' is really not a good idea for an excuse. My brother (groom) had to buy his own shirt and tie to match with the white suit they are preparing and it was not CLEAN white.. there were smudged here and there! I have my good reasons to be cross and I shall give you my reasons for that later.<br />
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On 30th September 2011, we were at the hall cleaning, preparing and doing what's necessary. After the team finished putting up the 'pelamin' we were told that there will be someone coming tomorrow morning at 10am to decorate the main dining table for bride and groom and putting up the arch which both were also included in the package. Later in the afternoon, after calling the team we were told that WE will have to prepare the 'ingredients' for 'tepung tawar' ceremony ourselves.. I was like WHAT??!<br />
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1st October 2011 - The Big day.. this was what happened..<br />
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1. The team who came to the hall supposedly to decorate the main table only put 2 'bird cage' on the dining table and left with nothing else done to decorate the table. We did most of it.. I was puzzled!<br />
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2. The team who were up to makeup the bride did not bring enough hair pins for the hairdo<br />
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3. The hand bouquet for the Bride looks horrible! I have never came across hand bouquet with 'chrysanthemum'! So not my taste! and to make the matter worse, red roses paired with blue chrysanthemum + PURPLE tiny flower.. wonder where they get those hand bouquet??<br />
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4. The arch was not put up. We requested it 3 times. 1st time, I called, my brother told them and and ask us to PUT IT UP OURSELVES! Who are the clients here??! We reach home to change, again, asked them to put up the arch, they kept quiet. 3rd time being the last time, the bride asked them to do it they just easily said, not to worry its easy anyone can do it.. I think they are missing out the point here.. how easy it was it was suppose to be THEIR JOB!<br />
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5. Remember I said one of the team member of the so called 'Wedding Planner' came to the hall later to just leave 2 bird cage. She did not even check if there was any ingredient in the container for the 'Tepung Tawar' ceremony.. we only realize it when the family members went up to the stage for the ceremony. Lucky enough, we put some spare 'bunga rampai' the day before if not all of the container would have been EMPTY and our family would have been wondering what to do!<br />
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I am not saying this to make them look bad but I think as a client, We have the right. As a so called wedding planner, YOU should Buck-up Man! Big time! coz u know what.. U are not talking to a person who have not been married.. These are my points!<br />
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My Wedding Planner was a MALE and he work ALONE but my wedding was tip top.<br />
It was 10 years ago, I paid 3k but u know what I get? <br />
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1. 6 pairs of numerous kind of traditional attire<br />
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2. A NEWLY SEWN TO FIT SONGKET (I choose the fabric) WITH MATCHING SHOES MY SIZE 9!<br />
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3. A wedding gown and a matching suit for my husband (no need to even buy his own shirt nor tie!)<br />
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4. Fully FRESH FLOWER Pelamin with a hand bouquet white ROSES nicely done.<br />
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I think if the price were to go up they can still get goos service and the same fresh flowers pelamin why not? The bride n groom paid RM4300.00 for this package<br />
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1. Artificial flowers Pelamin<br />
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2. Songket (Store bought coz it was not their size) with NO shoes<br />
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3. A pair of Pink n White lace attire. was told this was tailor made.<br />
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4. A wedding gown with matching suit BUT need to buy the shirt n tie<br />
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5.Decoration for main dining table consist of 2 bird cage and later I saw some white artificial roses on some pink satin fabric.<br />
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6. An arch they never bothered to put up at all!<br />
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Ya, I think that about it.<br />
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To make the matter worse, the service was not up to our expectation and it certainly not worth the price we paid for.<br />
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My Male wedding planner, not only did my makeup, upon finishing that went to the pelamin to check all the containers, went up to my mother's place, 4th floor on a walk-up apartment, to prepare the ingredients i.e some rice with turmeric powder and water mix with talcum to substitute rose water.<br />
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I wonder how this wedding planner of my brother, who worked in a team of at least 2 person or more at one time could not even ensure that all are in order?!<br />
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At the end of the event, one of our guests broke thier spotlight and I was told by my brother that the wedding planner is charging them RM15.00 for the broken spotlight. <br />
<br />Dear Rias Chanteq Bridal Gallery, do you know that if we were to FACTOR IN the price we paid for the pair of shoes which was supposed to be provided by you + the Shirt and the Tie for the white suit, It is only JUST that we BREAK ALL OF YOUR SPOTLIGHT..<br />
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My sincere 2 cents worth, If you guys plan to be in this biz long enough and to prosper, You should BUCK UP BIG TIME!<br />
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And if you asked me am I gonna recommend them to my friends, the sincere answer is 'NO'<br />
Liza Masrina Ibrahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026367644729875949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085601795575987929.post-29681705561835651292011-09-21T18:58:00.002+08:002011-10-03T18:00:10.406+08:00I Kept My PromiseI was so quiet lately.. even during the month of Ramadhan as well as Syawal. I hardly post anything here about my fasting and my Aidilfitri celebration. Alhamdulillah, all was well and I was given the opportunity to once again celebrate Hari Raya as well as my 32nd birthday! Most of the time my facebook will be most active. I was kept busy.. busy with all the preparations for my brother's wedding on the 1st of October, insya-allah.<br />
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Yasmeen wasn't my first 'baby'. I have another 'baby' whom I cared for since he was a few months old. At an age where mother could not bear to stay even a few hours apart from her child, this mother left her son to the babysitter. Following her disappearance, many other things have happened.<br />
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When his mother left, this 'baby' cried almost every night. He cling on her mother's 'sarong' and cried to sleep. Soon he was attached to me. I carried him everywhere I go. I was then 9 years or so.. I feed him, bathe him, care for him, did everything a mother should do for a child.<br />
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When my late father brought us to Melaka, we go through many other tough times together. This little boy was almost 'sold' to a Singaporean parent. I was against the idea and was hugging him every night from the day I was told he was to be 'sent off' to Singapore.. I beg and beg and beg and finally, my father changed his mind and he too could not bear sending his child off to a foreign country.<br />
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When we were staying temporarily at a double storey home belonged to the Welfare Department, my father was then a security guard and he works on shifts. When he was on his night shift, he will only be back at home after I left for school. So, this little baby, then 1+, sleeping soundly was left at home with a bottle of milk by his side. There was once when we (myself and another brother going kindy) came home from school and our father was working overtime, the baby was not in the living room. I found him standing outside at the balcony hands holding on the big black tank of water coz his diapers was all soiled. God knows how long he had been standing there under the hot sun.<br />
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I remember on my 12th birthday, my father bought me a cake and after I cut the cake he lying on his back predicting what will be 20 years later. He said that 'baby' will be pampered and well taken care of as myself and our brother will be working already. <b>He made me promised I will take care of 'baby' and never send him away no matter what. In his letter to my mother, in the same year, he asked for the same promise. We never knew why..</b><br />
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Though he was a very very well behaved 'baby', no one really hold him, cuddle him as we normally see people would do to babies. He was most of the time alone.. playing on his own. When I went to school, he will sit still and play on his own at my grandparent's house and I will settle him when I come home. He will be all happy and cheery when he's with me. And since I stay with my mother, I will send him back to my grandparent's home at night.<br />
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When my father passed away, (Al-fatihah to him) my 'baby' has no one else left for him except me. At that point of time there weren't much I can do except hoping that he could stay with me. My mother was asked, who would take care of 'baby' from now on?? My mother took up the responsibility. Why? maybe she remembered the content of the letter and maybe she silently promised my father. She feed him, schooled him, gave him clothes, home and love he never gets from his own mother.For a Woman to take in the son of another woman who came between her husband and herself to me is not easy and yet, My mother did it with her own free will.<br />
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I remember one of our relative tried to take 'baby' to be their adopted son and my mother came and took us all home! My mother knows how much I love the little boy and for that she said that I should care for him.<br />
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Now, today, as the wedding date approach and I have much to do, I found joy in doing each and every bit of it knowing that someday, when my then 'baby' now handsome young brother look at his wedding album, he will tell his children that I did all of it..<br />
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More than that I always keep in mind, close at heart, the hope, the promise, the vision my later father once told me over and over again.. To take good care of 'baby', don't let anyone harm him and make sure he is not sent off..<br />
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I pray for your happiness as I have always did my 'baby'. May your life be filled with love, joy, may you find peace and content in your other half and share a lovely life together.. to my ever loved brother Khairil Adnan Ibrahim.. you are my brother, my son, my baby and I love you!Liza Masrina Ibrahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026367644729875949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085601795575987929.post-32372580518468364602011-08-12T15:11:00.001+08:002011-08-12T15:24:18.845+08:00Norma & Talib - Battle in the name of LoveI have not the slightest idea how many people have been reading this. I do not know if I would be able to help spread the word but it certainly worth to TRY. In this holy month of Ramadhan, ever since I seen the MHI clip on Norma, whenever I wake up for sahur, or break my fast with the kids, husband and mum.. Norma is always on my mind. What would she be doing? how is she feeling? not able to taste the food or drink like any other people around her, not being able to hold her own cup, spoon let alone to put food into her own mouth.<br />
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When I had to raise my voice to my girls (for whatever reason), and sometimes kinda like lost my patience, I thought of how Norma feels, not being able to kiss her son not even to hold his tiny hands let alone feed him, bathe him or dress him. How would it feel to be so helpless and there is nothing you can do for yourself. I know how painful it is not be able to hold your baby like other people do. It has happened to me before although its not even 10% as bad as what Norma's been facing now.<br />
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Norma married Mutalib in March 2010. She was then a teacher in Pontian, Johor. When she was 7 months pregnant, she started experiencing terrible headache, went to several clinic and hospital and all Dr. said was that its just normal headache maybe due to her pregnancy. She gave birth to healthy baby boy on 21 January 2011 and that's when her headache became more severe.<br />
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She was still in confinement when she was wheeled into the emergency room of Hospital Putrajaya and after all the checking and scanning, she was diagnosed with a stage 4 brain tumor when her son was just only 1 month old. She was then transferred to HKL (Kuala Lumpur Hospital) and Dr. attach a device to channel out the excessive liquid from the back of her head, after which she looked better, could respond, have a chance to hold her son and chatting away.<br />
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Sadly after 5 operations and 2 cycles (15 times) of radiotherapy the tumor in her head which originally was 5.5cm have grown to 7cm.<br />
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Today, Norma is still battling her life and the fight against the tumor continues with her beloved husband by her side.<br />
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Norma's monthly expenditure for diaper, medication and milk cost more than 3k.<br />
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Liza Masrina Ibrahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026367644729875949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085601795575987929.post-31758576049786189122011-08-11T06:46:00.002+08:002011-08-11T10:56:29.776+08:00Endless Love..Have you ever think about something so much, it makes u kinda have a slight insomnia and its the first thing that came into your mind the moment you open your eyes. Most likely it will be something to do with you, your family and perhaps your work but what if its about someone else? Someone you have never met before? No, its not someone you has a major crush on ok.. Seriously..<br />
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I have this habit.. If something I read or see, hit the deepest of my heart.. it took me days sometimes months trying to put it behind my mind and most of the time it became part of my daily life.. I sit around thinking about it, I think about it each time I eat, play with my kids, watch tv.. practically most of the time..<br />
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My dear Marina Sulaiman first told me about this lady called Norma, a young lady who was diagnosed with a stage 4 brain tumor with a newborn baby. That was it.. I didn't search, google, so no pictures no further info, thats's that...it just goes to describe how disorganized I was this past 2 months after resigning from Zain & Co but well.. excuses liza!! pangggg! I should get a good slap on the face for this!<br />
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Then I learn about this little boy of my very very long time ago primary school friend Masrite Shafiee who was also diagnosed with a very rare kind of tumor in the brain that makes the lil boy having 70% of her body covered with birth mark (melatocytes). I only announce in the Charity group I am leading with a few other friend at the beginning of Ramadhan to raise fund to aid the family of Masrita and this was also came a bit late when the boy passed away peacefully on Monday night. Pangggg! there goes another slap!<br />
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Yesterday, Marina wrote on my FB wall that Norma's story was in MHI. I quickly google it.. couldn't find then I remember I did 'liked' MHI so click it and watched it from there. I was speechless.. I could talk.. I sat hours in front of the laptop. It stuck neatly in my head.. I linked it to the group and my head starts spinning for ideas for another charity sale!<br />
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Yes, I went to read the blog of her sister in law. miera301.blogspot.com. :'(<br />
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I was bedridden for only 2 weeks, my exclusive breastfeeding of my 3rd child then, about 1 year old stopped abruptly, my 2nd child was in an induced coma and I spend more than 2 weeks in the Hospital, crying, praying, hoping for a miracle to happen so that Sarah will be out from her coma as I know I will be doing fine as long as the girls are ok. The heartache, the sadness, the constant worrying and the high hopes didn't end even after Sarah was discharged as she was on epileptic medication and here eyes we abit 'juling' but I reminded myself, my husband and my very very worry mother (who called me a few times crying, and felt sorry as she felt she was suppose to calm me and now its the other way round) that things will be ok and I am thankful enough tht Sarah is no longer in an induced coma and whatever side effect she is having at that point of time, we'll deal with it.. We'll find cure insya-allah..Alhamdulillah, Fendi was very supportive, caring and he hardly think about himself even after all of us were back at home. I was sad, yes, but I never gave up and I know I have to be strong.. <b>Day by day, after a year, I always told myself that what ever happen to me in life since young till the time I am writing this, some other people out there is facing much greater challenge.</b><br />
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This <b>GREAT CHALLENGES and TEST</b> is much greater to this 2 person I mentioned earlier in this post. Masrita lost her youngest son and Norma fighting for her life against brain tumor and by her side is a very very loving, supportive husband and a 6 months old baby boy, Rafiq and both Masrita and Norma receives lotsa support from family, friend and people they don't know, people they never met.<br />
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They have 1 thing in common, both received the same remark from doctors from the Hospital that 'they gave up and there is nothing more they can do'. Makes me think is it our doctors and medical research that is not upto date or is it just the way doctors talk? The least they could have said is, Lets all Pray really-really hard.. Miracles do happen.. rather than 'There is nothing more we can do".<br />
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I used to have cupcakes sales, cupcakes made by Marina to raise fund for Qistina Balqis Maisara and really hope Allah made my path easier this time to have another sale for Norma and Masrita as well.<br />
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Readers, If you would like to support our charity fund raising activity, you can do so by contacting me at lizamasrina@gmail.com and place your oders of cupcakes, oreo cheesecakes, macaroons, cookies from Marina - <a href="http://marinasulaimantaha.blogspot.com/">http://marinasulaimantaha.blogspot.com/</a> or my handmade items from <a href="http://allgirlzstuff.blogspot.com/2011/08/personalised-toiletries-bag.html">http://allgirlzstuff.blogspot.com/2011/08/personalised-toiletries-bag.html</a> and a portion of the sales will be for the charity campaign. More information on the campaign, you are welcome to join our facebook group :- <a href="http://www.facebook.com/groups/GiftOfLoveGroup/">http://www.facebook.com/groups/GiftOfLoveGroup/</a><br />
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If you wanna read more about Norma :- <a href="http://miera301.blogspot.com/search/label/Norma">http://miera301.blogspot.com/search/label/Norma</a><br />
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Liza Masrina Ibrahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026367644729875949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085601795575987929.post-20843128128069591982011-07-19T15:39:00.000+08:002011-07-19T15:39:49.005+08:00OOOOOLA-LA TROPIKA -- The Trio I missed!<iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PclD_M6V074?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><br /><br />Ooh La la.. indah alam tropika...<br /><br />As I listen to this song and sang along, the memories of my 2 good friends flashed through my mind. Those good old days when we were 3 little girls about Yasmeen's age now (9). Music session was the time we will perform in front of the class and everytime this song came as a favourite among classmates!<br /><br />Farah Hayati, I remembered her as such a cutie.. she is chubby (just like my Sarah) and when she laugh, she look sweeter than honey! After I left SKCS 1 to Melaka, I only met Farah once, at one of the flats I used to loiter (yes, I lepak till wee hours!) with friends and remembered one of my friend called her 'Samurai Burger' which till today I do not know why.<br /><br />Malah Devi a/p Manoharan, was a very very close friend. She will come to my house for Hari Raya and I will go to hers on Deepavali. That's how we maintain our good friendship, the understanding and toleration though I remember once Malah shouted on top of her voice to our teacher saying "CHEGU!! Liza Masrina panggil saya orang KOPI!!!" which at that point of time when I was young and silly told her that she is 'kafir' hahaha!!<br /><br />We separated too when I went to Melaka and I do not know what happen to the trio without me. I met Malah again when I was in secondary school as she was my friend's neighbour.. so we did kept in touch. We bumped into each other when I was working and commuting but I think we lost contact about 3-4 years ago!<br /><br />I am glad that we met again in Facebook and I really hope to see them and talk to them, hugging them soon! Malah Devi and Farah Hayati... my 2 good friends! May our friendship remains forever!Liza Masrina Ibrahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026367644729875949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085601795575987929.post-79475491313818314162011-07-05T14:01:00.001+08:002011-07-05T14:02:17.040+08:00Its 'See You' not 'Goodbye'30th June 2011 was my last day of service in Zain & Co. Many times before when the thought of leaving the corporate world came into mind I think that I will feel great about leaving the company and looking forward to spend more time with the girls apart from doing my part time biz.Until the very last moment when I finally realize that its time, I really thought I would never shed a tear... owh.. so so wrong..<br />
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I spend the last 4 days as an employee @ Zain & Co, going around the office knocking on almost everyone's door asking for their spontaneous 'yes' (more like forcing them if not harassing them) to take a last picture with me. I was told that never in the history of Zain & Co did any staff request to have their pictures taken especially NOT with the partners. Partners are like CEO's in other companies. People either 'like' them or 'avoid' them for so many reasons. But to me, for this very last time, it would be really nice to approach them and do something really 'crazy'! So I did!<br />
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I first came intohe company as a secretary to Ms. Grace Lim Siew Hua who interviewed me and chose me to be her next secretary. A very kind, soft spoken at all times, sweet, caring, understanding.. The very first Good Boss I had. She left the firm to settledown in London with the love of her life! I still remember the 1st thing I say to her when she called me up (I was in Melaka and it was 4th Raya!) to tell me that she has resigned "Who am I gonna work with then?!" hahaha... at that time I was already working for Mr. Rajiv Vijayanathan and Ms. Juhanna Maneesah. Yup! I worked with 3 at 1 time! After Grace left, I worked with Mr. Rajiv Vijayanathan until the day I finally decide to have an early retirement!<br />
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Just like in life, I gain much experience, some sweet others I wish I could just erase it off the memory but came to think about it, good or bad, every experience makes a person wiser and it has.<br />
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I have learnt so many things in life while in Zain & Co. I learned to apreciate trust, I learn not to betray friendship, I learn to be true, honesty, I learn to forgive and I learn to love the people I know despite many differences. Often perception became a huge wall that separate the employees from the 'bosses'. Try to 'peek' beyond the walls.. you will find that it is not so bad after all! <br />
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About 2 months before I tender my resignation, we were given bonuses. It was such a pleasant surprise and all of us was very Happy! I remember telling my bos (something I always make a point to do each time bonus/increament) that I was proud that the bosses kept their promises to the staffs! Sometimes, we might as well think this "<strong>while we work to ensure there's food on our table, bosses are working twice as hard to ensure there's food on ALL the staff's home</strong>"! and in Zain & Co. the feeling of working as a BIG family is there.. it is... whether you admit it or not it is there and it is something that will last for as long as you live. Proof is out there.. though we are no longer in the Company, we maintain the relationship and we keep in touch. We offer help and we are always there for each other rain or shine, no matter what and its always just a phone call away!<br />
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I wish I could feel happy retiring and staying at home. I will soon but for now, the feeling is 'homesick' and sometimes sad. As I am typing line by line, the sweet memory of 'living' in my 'home' for 8 years came into picture.. the laugh, the smile, the tension, the fight (wink** Jasni!!), the tease, the horror (wink ** Jasni again!) hahaha... and many many many more....<br />
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Here is the last email I sent out to everyone and the video I created..<br />
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As I make my rounds in the office this week to have my pictures taken with all of you, I finally knows and feel that I am indeed leaving this company and how I would definitely miss the people in Zain & Co. The idea of leaving is something I have been talking about for the last 3 years and that long is fair enough considering the number of years I have been here. 8 years! How time flies! <br />
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While the grass is always greener on the other side, I find beauty beyond comparison and how this side of the grass appears greener not only because of the flowers (people) but also because of its roots and origins (Partners and Lawyers). Zain & Co is a place I would want to call ‘home’ and its seriously not easy to choose between the Family I have and this BIG ‘family’ in Zain & Co but I am confident this is what I have to do at this point of time and I do hope you will pray for my greater success! <br />
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I am thankful to have such a wonderful, supportive, always encouraging (whilst constantly reminding me not to be a hero) and who were always there for me rain or shine, who I give my highest respect, greatest thank, everlasting love and gratitude to, Mr. Rajiv Vijayanathan and his family. <br />
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My no. 1 supporter in everything I do, always very understanding, kind and loving Ms. Rebecca Jeyanthi Selvaraj to whom I owed so much to. Thank you for always being there for me. <br />
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To Mr. Joseph Wilfred Durai – Sir, I pray for your good health. <br />
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To Cik Salwah – Thank you so much for all you have done and for your trust and prayers for us! <br />
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To En. Dzuhairi – Thank you for all the cooperation and support! <br />
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To all the Partners and Lawyers in Zain & Co - a big Thank You! <br />
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To All my friends in Corporate – Lalitha, Kak Ita, Zauyah, Margaret, Laily <br />
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To all staff whom I won’t be able to list down your name here, thank you for always being there for me, thank you for all the support, encouragement, your prayers, your friendship, your trust and most importantly your blessings.<br />
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To All, I humbly seek your forgiveness if I have in any way offended you or hurt your feelings or have in anyway taken anything from you. Last but not least, I pray for your greater success in everything that you pursue. Before I pen-off, here’s a compilation of all the pictures taken during my last week in Zain & Co. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I do. :) <br />
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read also - <a href="http://lizamasrina.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-life-in-zain-co.html">http://lizamasrina.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-life-in-zain-co.html</a>Liza Masrina Ibrahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026367644729875949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085601795575987929.post-15648325448841060982011-06-02T10:36:00.001+08:002011-06-02T10:39:13.788+08:00Part 2- Mothers' Day -Old People- Nursing HomeSorry if I literally kept you waiting for the 2nd part of this post. I have been quite busy organizing things around me and moving into a new chapter of my life which we will talk about it later la huh..<br />
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Now, where were we?... oh ya.. The Nursing Home thingy-majigy... Is Nursing Home really that bad? I know some of you will like frown by now when I mention about it. Some even label people who send their parents to nursing home as disloyal/treacherous (derhaka) but tell me this, which is more disloyal, sending them to the nursing home to ensure that they are well taken care off and that there are people always around to attend to them especially when they are ill or keeping them at home with you but leaving them alone when you are at work. I am not against people who choose to care for their parents themselves in fact they have my highest level of respect.<br />
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Let me give u some example for you to judge la okay.. I have an aunt who is a journalist and uncle who is a a flight steward taking turns looking after my grandmother who was partially paralized due to hypertension. She could hardly do anything on her own. My aunt will do ANYTHING and I really mean ANYTHING within her means to please my grandmother and make her as comfortable as possible. As a mother I would want my children to treat me the way my aunt had treated my grandmother although I hope I will not be as grumpy as she is! My aunt doesnt cook. I remember we used to come to her apartment to help her finish up her instant pizza and all but when my grandmother said she crave for 'begedil' (its like hash brown w minced meat or like a potato patty) she really tried doing it and though she doesn't know how, she used logic to make up a recipe which at the end doesn't turn out well. When I got to know about it, I made begedil the next day and send it to my grandmothers house. Coincidently, I have extra potato which I have kept in the fridge and I must cook it up while its still good. Mum told me the next day how my grandmother liked the begedil and what others including my grandmother commented about the begedil my aunt did (tht didn't turn out well). I felt BAD! really bad and I must admit I somehow regretted sending begedil there.. maybe I should wait a bit later. Why? because I know why my aunt go through all the trouble. She has made it out of LOVE and I am sure she would be very very very happy if she receives some kind of recognition or acknowledgement especially from my grandmother. How I wish others would see all that. I understand what she feel because I always do the same thing and hope for the same thing and on a few occasion, got mocked or feel unappreciated when all I want was just a simple gesture of appreciation or at least having to say nothing is good enough! My aunt meets the criteria of a child who tend to their parents the same way (or maybe better than) her parents had tend to her when she was young and I must say my grandmother is very very fortunate! Tending to elderly people is not an easy task. It requires patience at a very high level, understanding, love and affection. I have came across many many elderly people who is very grumpy, calculative, bad tempered with very bad habit, just name it but I always keep in mind that people cannot be what we want them to be, If we choose to fight BAD with BAD that makes us equally BAD. I would want to be the most GOOD person.. and I will try my best to be just that and what better way to do it other than to be NICE to people who treated you badly. Having said that, you be able to determine the level of BAD-ness so that you will not be a victim.<br />
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I know someone who left his mother and only came back to peep at her once in a while. Why do I say 'peep'? because he came home once in a blue moon and with no intention to see what he can do to ensure that his mother (who is supposedly his responsibility) have all the things she needs to survive. Maybe he thinks that his brother is home every end of the month so he doesn't have to. When you have other siblings it means you get to share the responsibility to care for your mother equally but this person choose to put the whole responsibility to his only brother and practically washed his hands off clean especially after he had married. He has no initiative to even try to come home to tend to his sick mother when she was warded a few times. It didn't even bother him that his mother need someone to help her buy monthly groceries if his brother could not make it back to their hometown by end of the moth for whatever reason. He didn't even care to pay for his mother's medical bills let alone chip in any amount of money for his mother's monthly supply of medicine. On the other hand, this person is the kindest person to his in-laws, including sisters n brothers in laws. He could be an 'Imam' (leader for prayers), He appeared very soft spoken and full of love. He serve food on the bed for his wife when she was sick. He practically hugs his wife and 'lullaby' her to soother her pain when she has high fever. He cried when his grandmother-in-law passed away, and he would do almost anything to please the other side of the family but did nothing for his own mother. What kind of child is that?? I leave to you, the readers to fill in the blanks. <br />
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I believe, in life, as a human being, as a child, as a parent, as a grown up and finally as an elderly, we have to be fair and try to maintain the perfect BALANCE in life. One cannot do too much of this than the other the same way you can't eat too much of something.<br />
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We grow up seeing what other people do, extract the bad and try to avoid doing the same but to do it better. Take every bits and pieces of things you came across in life as a lesson you can learn and improve yourself. Me? Seeing all this, teaches me to be a reasonable parent, be fair, be just, be open minded, full of love as that should keep the family together. Mother, Father are as important as my Children. I only wish to do anything that will make my mother (and when I say Mother, I do mean My Own Mother and My Mother In-Law) happy, the same I would want my children to do for me. Nothing less, hopefully more.<br />
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Thanks for reading.. :)Liza Masrina Ibrahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026367644729875949noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085601795575987929.post-62965017665688397972011-05-24T17:27:00.000+08:002011-05-24T17:27:31.964+08:00Mothers Day - Old People - Nursing Home (Part 1)Mothers’ Day has always been in my calendar of event ever since I could remember the date and it was especially important after I became a mother. But I rarely celebrate it seriously with a cake and fancy things for both my mother and mum-in-law.<br />
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Year 2011, as mothers day coincide with the week I am going back to my hometown, I suggested to Fendi that we buy a cake on our way home to his village and celebrate mothers’ day with Mak and Nenek. He looked somehow excited. This is the first time we really buy a cake and celebrate it for some occasion in relation to them (Mak n Nenek and not the usually grandchild’s birthday). I let him choose the cake. He carried the cake into the house with a wide smile. Mak and Nenek asked what was that in the big box? A red big box with ‘Secret Recipe’ written outside the box means nothing to them. Fendi said its a cake to celebrate ‘Hari Ibu’ for them as well as for me. Of course the kids get all excited about cake cutting! Just to share it here some of the pictures taken on that day.<br />
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Mak and Nenek is just a normal, ordinary, illiterate, kampung ladies. Their lives has been dedicated to raising their children (Nenek has 4 sons and 1 daughter-Mak whilst Mak has ONLY 2 sons). Being ‘orang nogori’ (people from Negri Sembilan) their ‘sense of belonging’ (i hope i describe it right) is very strong. I remember the first day of our wedding day, after our reception, all of them were sent home by Fendi’s friend. Knowing them, Fendi gave them a call that evening just to ensure they arrive safely. The next few days was our early days as husband and wife but a call from Mak and Nenek ruins everything. They were upset because Fendi did not call the next day and the day after. They said he must’ve forgotten all about them now that he got a wife! Not to mention other various issues they highlighted during my reception. Fendi had a tough time explaining and trying to calm them down.<br />
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It was then that I realize the truth behind what a very close ‘Kakak’ to me once said. ‘Always make your in-laws feel that they did NOT lose a son instead GAIN a Daughter’. Though that was my goal, I cannot avoid feeling frustrated, upset, angry and the list continues whenever things goes wrong especially when I have done my level best. But holding on to the statement above, I always leave to house (to come home to KL) with a feeling this statement = LETS PUT EVERYTHING BEHIND. Reason? Simple.. Nenek, she is just too old to even change the way she think, the way she do things, her perception, her style of anger basically everything.. ignore her as much as possible. Having said that, it does not mean that I hate her. I respect and love her as a grandmother and I still treasure those sweet memories we had. Old people have 1 thing in common. They don’t jump up for nothing. They are like a can of Coca-Cola.. Its only if you ‘shake’ them that they explode and splash onto your face!<br />
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I must say and admit that it is not always easy to please old people. Shantee said one day that no matter how good your relationship is with your mother in law, you can never stay together. True enough.. its already difficult enough to stay with a different person (spouse) when we first get married let alone to stay with the person who ‘created’ it! But I am satisfied that We (Fendi and I) am able to tend to her basic needs, treat her when she is ill and make things easy for her every month. If you ask me what are the ‘divine intervention’ that saved us all when the accident happened last year it was nothing but the all the good things that we have done for our folks and the fact that they still need us around!<br />
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A few hours after we cut the Mothers’ Day cake with Nenek, I was with Mak in the kitchen. She was telling me about one of Fendi’s uncle who plan to build a house after his retirement next to this house Mak is staying with Nenek now. I was jokingly telling her like ya la.. like thats gonna happen.. what if it became abandon project like the cow’s barn he was planning to build. Mak, calmly said.. ‘then its ok.. I have my plans.. I wanna go to a nursing home.. its sure nice staying there’ I was like ‘WHAT??!’ inside.. I was taken aback I feel she is saying like Fendi n I cannot take care of her. I then said ‘how do you know its nice.. u haven’t been to 1’.. and Mak, still in her very low voice said ‘I know la.. I’ve stayed in the hospital before.. nice having people around me to chat’. I then realize that I should just shut-up. I don’t wanna upset her.<br />
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I kept it to myself but keep on thinking what is going on in Mak’s mind when she said that. I took me quite sometime to realize that maybe Mak just doesn’t to trouble her son. She knows that she has only 2 sons and being a woman she will need a women to care for her. Also, having the experience tending to Nenek who sometimes can be a very grumpy old lady, fussy n what not, she knows and she understand the pain and the challenges way too much to put it to another person who is most likely to be her daughter-in-law. Most importantly, she doesn’t want to be the reason for whatever misunderstanding and eventually shaken the stability of the household and also to void having heart feeling towards her son I guess..<br />
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2 days after that, back in KL, we were in the car when I brought up this matter and talk discuss it with Fendi. When I said we will never know for sure what is in Mak’s mind and heart, what is she thinking and what is she feeling.. Mak can be very secretive at times especially when it involves feelings. Fendi said, if Nenek is no longer here, he will honour whatever Mak’s request even if it means sending her to a nursing home if that is what she wanted. He keeps on emphasising on ‘If that is what Mak wants’ but of course we shall come to decide about it when it really happens. He said, sending a mother to a nursing home if so requested by the mother does not mean that the child disown the mother but to honour a mother’s request. Some old folks wants to have friends. If at all Nenek is no longer around that leaves Mak alone in a big house with no one to chat with. She has spend so many years of her life tending to Nenek’s needs and she might just want companion.. not a husband but just friends. A child whose parents opted for Nursing Home should ensure they send their parents to a place with proper care, a paid one, with nurses and attendants to help them if needed. Visit them regularly and once in a while bring them to stay over at their home especially during festive season. What is the point of keeping your folks at home with you but leave them all alone when you’re at work? Which makes sense to me. Certainly this is not something that we already plan ya.. its just contemplating.. I don’t wanna end up having people saying ‘Liza is sending her parents and in laws to rumah orang tua2!’ tsk tsk tsk! So derhaka!<div><br />
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I first heard of 'Songket Restaurant' from my brother Khairil who suggested that we all go and have a great meal together. That was about a month ago. Last 3 weeks, I met my good friend Shantee, who coincidently mentioned about her gathering with old friends she had known 10 years ago (wink-wink *_* yeah right!).<br />
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Shantee strongly recommended this restaurant to me. I was so excited to try out their food, long story cut short, we were eventually invited to Songket Restaurant to have a taste of what Shantee mentioned to me as a TRUE Malay food.<br />
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A little background of Songket Restaurant, Mr. Tony Tan, together with his Master Chef En. Mawi (whom we haven't have the chance to meet) are partners of this lovely decorated, nicely tuned with Malay classic and pop yea2's restaurant opened in March 2011. Yes, very new restaurant. All dishes are strictly MSG-free (bukan free2 taruk msg okay.. NO MSG at all!) and believe me.. they don't because the food tasted really natural and you don't feel thirsty.. I had to force myself to finish my iced lemon tea instead of ordering another glass like I usually do if I dine out.<br />
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This restaurant is located behind Tony Roma's in Jalan Yap Kwan Seng. I had never dine in any of the restaurant along Jalan Yap Kwan Seng as I always have a perception that this stretch of restaurants there must be very expensive considering the fact that they are located at an area full of fine dining restaurants.<br />
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First dish arrived and this is something Mr. Tony Wong has insisted us on trying. It was<b> Mee Kari</b>. I always received compliments from people for my Mee Kari but this one.. is a Simple Mee Kari but the special part is that it is not too spicy yet full of flavours. You can really taste the fresh spices and the gravy is thick but not too milky (coconutty sounds pelik isn't it?) There is a choice of Mee and Mee Hoon, we had Mee and its nice. If you fancy noodles, this is a MUST Try!<br />
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<b>Set A- nasi ulam with ayam percik, acar, sayur lodeh, keropok.</b><br />
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<b>Set B- nasi minyak, rendang daging, acar, sayur lodeh, keropok.</b><br />
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<b>The ayam percik </b>- the chicken is tender and it has the flavour of 'percik' gravy through the meat. This is unlike normal ayam percik that only has the gravy coating on the chicken meat. This one its like the chicken has been soaked in the gravy..<br />
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<b>Nasi ulam/kerabu</b>. The rice blends very well with the finely chopped herbs and vege making it taste very natural with no apparent taste of raw vege in it.<br />
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<b>The Nasi Minyak</b>. Is very much different from what we usually have. It doesn't taste too oily like the normal nasi minyak cooked with ghee. If you ask me what is the different.. honestly, I don't know.. you really have to try it yourself.<br />
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<b>The Rendang Daging</b>. This particular dish, all of us.. Shantee, Maya and Myself really enjoyed it. Its a bit spicier compared to the ayam percik but for those 'rendang lover' out there.. this is to fall for ('to die for' macam too hardcore hehe!) I did mentioned to Mr. Tony that it will taste even better with lemang or ketupat daun palas.. One might say it will be a hit during Puasa or Hari Raya season but it will be a GREATER hit if you have this out of puasa or hari raya season.. coz its hard to get this out of its season rite??<br />
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This is my first time eating <b>Rusuk Panggang</b>. The meat is certainly very very tender it just practically falls off from the bone.The best part is the flavour of the dark-soya like- sauce on the meat that has a unique flavour. Not too sweet as I thought it will be and no apparent saltiness too. It taste just right. Nothing was overdone, no flavour is overpowered. Just like how the Malay describe it as "Sedang Elok, Sedang Cantik". If I am eating with my family of 5,I would have licked clean the bone as well.. hehehe! (not gelojoh okay.. enjoying every bit of it that is...)<br />
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This dish is very new to me. Shantee mentioned to me earlier that this is one of her favourite the <b>Pucuk Paku Goreng Taik Minyak</b>. One might say well, its just pucuk paku (fern shoot/sprout) stir fried in taik minyak (coconut milk simmered till it turns oily and turned into 2 parts, the oil part and the lumpy dark brown substance a.k.a taik minyak). Its unique taste of taik minyak gives the whole dish a distinctive sweet / milky (lemak) taste. If you are wondering as much as I was before trying this dish, you surely would want to try just to find it out yourself!<br />
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After trying all of the above, Mr. Tony Wong suggested that we try another of their unique stir fried vege. <b>Pucuk Keledek goreng ikan masin </b>(sweet potato shoots/sprout stir fried with salted fish). It may taste like a normal stir fried vege but its not overly done. Not too salty, no apparent spicy taste. This is what chinese say 'Cheng Chau'. Naturally stir fried.<br />
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Yeahhhh.. of all things of course we're waiting for the dessert.. We were introduced to <b>Tapai Pulut (fermented glutinous rice), Durian Tiramisu and Pandan Pudding. </b><br />
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<b>Tapai Pulut served with ice-cream. </b>I don't take tapai pulut (nope, certainly not because of its fermented, I just don't enjoy the taste.) Maya, the tapai pulut lover said there is something really special but she couldn't tell what it is.. She keeps on frowning while finishing almost 1/2 of these all by herself.. hehehehe.. I jokingly said.. if you can't walk straight after taking this then we know what it is.. hahahaha!<br />
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<b>Durian Tiramisu. </b>OOi! this is WONDERFUL! I can really taste the fresh durian flavour in this. I could not believe it would taste so good and I am sure my lil girl Sarah will love it.. She is a durian fan! This is 5star recommendation and a MUST MUST Try!<br />
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<b>Pandan Pudding. </b>This is another new thing for me.. I am a picky eater of sort. There are food that I know I will not like/take especially those made from tapai, evaporated milk with very2 milky taste and soft things like pudding. But occassionally, I will give it a try. This pandan pudding dessert though looks very ordinary taste even better. The milky taste complemented very well with the just nice sweetness of the gula melaka. Heavennnn....<br />
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Here is the<b> BEST-est </b>part. If you are wondering (as much as I do) and really would want find out what is so special with Songket Restaurant and their dishes, make your reservations and if you would kindly mention that you are a reader of <b>lizamasrina.blogspot.com or blogmaya.com </b>if you are also reading hers, you will be treated with a 'complementary' dessert specially from Songket Restaurant. Remember to mention either one of our blog to get the complementary dessert ya.. ;)<br />
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Please call to reserve your table to avoid disappointment.<b> </b>They could cater for large crowd in case you are looking for a place for a farewell dinner/lunch.<br />
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As I am writing from Penang (holiday ma...) pictures are courtesy from Maya of <a href="http://blogmaya.com/">http://blogmaya.com/</a>.. Thanks for sharing the pcitures Maya!<br />
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Thanks also to Mr. Tony Wong for his hospitality. We certainly enjoyed the food.<br />
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Thanks to Shantee for introducing us to Mr. Tony Wong and Songket Restaurant.Liza Masrina Ibrahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026367644729875949noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085601795575987929.post-14897062325089892482011-05-04T11:57:00.000+08:002011-05-04T11:57:00.026+08:00'Never Fail' Pizza Dough.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Wonder how I always manage to have pizza for breakfast on weekdays? I stick to this best, never fail pizza dough recipe and as always I used my shortcut ingredients for the sauce.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">For the pizza base sauce. You can either make your own sauce by simmering your de-seeded tomatoes add a dash of oregano or just use the bolognese mixed herbs I've shown you in my easy grill chicken chop recipe, add 2-3 tablespoon full of tomato paste (not puree ya, PASTE. its thicker and better flavour n colour compared to puree) and of course salt and pepper.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">2 cups of plain flour</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">1 packet (11 grams) of dried yeast</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">In a cup combined 3/4 cup of milk (I usually mix 1/4 of hot water to 2/4 of fresh milk to make it warm)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">1/2 tablespoon of cooking sunflower, corn or canola oil. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">a pinch of salt and 1/2 teaspoon of sugar</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sprinkle a little flour in between to make the dough easy to handle. Its done when its no longer sticking on your palm</span></td></tr>
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Then, you may have whatever topping you want.. Sometimes, when I have leftover sambal after our nasi lemak days, I will use that as my base sauce (for this you don't need to brush oil onto your dough coz sambal itself is already oily), pan fried some anchovies and use it as a topping alongside with generous amount of onions! best!! a must try.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I like my pizza thin crust.. how about you? Try this and let me know!</span></div>Liza Masrina Ibrahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026367644729875949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3085601795575987929.post-64184998943040378522011-04-26T16:10:00.000+08:002011-04-26T16:10:55.206+08:00Grill Fish.. ala Salsabilaa..Nur Salsabilaa a.k.a Kok Mee Lee is my schoolmate. We were in the same class since Form 3. She now lives in Singapore, have 2 girls and is juggling both work n home just like me. Recently, I came across one of her pictures in Facebook with a simple recipe of grill fish with eggy sauce..<br />
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On Saturday, after being jilted by friends who have last minute change of plans, Our family had a blast @ the international book fair in PWTC. (See, sometimes though things doesn't goes well as plan, there are still good in it as long as you keep an open mind). I heard they have a wonderful time meeting up too!<br />
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After going through ocean of human @ the book fair, We went to The Mall, have a cuppa @ Starbucks and enjoy our fav Auntie Anne'e pretzels, I popped the fav question "What's for dinner??" and Yasmeen quickly replied "Chicken Chop!". Myself could not have any more chicken, I suddenly remembered Nur Salsabilaa's grill fish recipe.. I took pictures of the process and after getting the 'green light' from her.. I am proud to present to you......Grill Fish inspired by Nur Salsabilaa<br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I choose Dory fish fillet, no choice for brand.. its quite cheap as well RM9.99 at Cold Storage supermarket.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Seasoned with salt, pepper and a bit of turmeric powder for that golden colour...</div><div><br />
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I used a non stick pan, melt some butter and grill the fish. U know that the fish is done when there are no more frantic sizzles hehehe..<br />
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Nur Salsabilaa used some pickled, a dash of vinegar and blend it with the eggs..<br />
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Put everything in the blender and with blend it well..<br />
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I gave it a bit of a twist.. I also added some pepper, some finely chopped onions and pickled.<br />
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I saute' some brocolli with carrots and fresh button mushrooms as the side dish..<br />
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Here's how tha dish looks like..<br />
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Thank you Nur Salsabilaa for sharing this and allowing me to blog it.. Its yummy..<br />
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<b>The Verdict :-</b><br />
Mr.Husband said he prefer my tangy home made tar-tar sauce which is just mayo mix with finely chopped pickled.. To me, the original recipe taste great... just personal preferences.. anyway.. try both sauce lah!Liza Masrina Ibrahimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10026367644729875949noreply@blogger.com0