I have started work today, 6 days after returning home from umrah. That has skided too far from my planned schedule. My target was to get working immediately after a 2-day rest. But we were taken down by flu and dry cough. My soulmate has it badly. He couldn't even get out of bed for 2-3 days. Mine was milder because I already caught flu the time we left Makkah. Anyway, alhamdulillah, we have recovered, though not 100% but manage to be at the offices again.
The experience I gained when I was there.... Masya-Allah! It was so unbelievable. Honestly, Makkah is really a place full of miracle. With hundreds of thousands of people from all walks of life all over the world coming to the same destination, I would have expected there is not enough place for everyone to pray in the Masjidil Haram. But SubhanAllah.... All pilgrims managed to squeeze themselves together in each congregational prayer, none left behind, none denied their rights. All beautifully arranged by Allah.
There's so many things to share here. But I need to give priority to the loads of assignments on my desk at the office first before I could peacefully sit down and write about my journey to the miracle land.
Perhaps in another 2-3 days my work will lessen. Then I'll begin writing. Please have patient and bear with me. It was a nice surprise to know I have quite a number of faithful readers here. Do come back for more updates, ya.
Till then, have a good start of the week. Wassalam.
Things have gone smoothly. Alhamdulillah. Packings only finished half an hour before we left home. I had not imagined receiving many visitors, especially the unexpected ones, at the final hour. But again, alhamdulillah, most of them brought good wishes and prayers for us both, so that we have a safe journey.
I am writing this at the airport, while waiting to check-in. There is this funny feelings I have inside of me - nervous and excited. My cutie pie runs here and there happily, not knowing what she will come across in the next few hours. I wonder if she would be looking for me at night once she found out her parents were not there. What ever it is, I leave everything in God's hand.
Another 30 minutes to check-in. I am leaving behind those whom I love dearly behind. Thanks to all my friends who have shown concerns, especially my best girlfriend, Rozaimah and my best boyfriend Mohd Tarmizi. Thanks, guys.
Goodbye. Insya-Allah will be writing again in two weeks time. May Allah bless us.
I’ve cracked my head in two halves. By incident. I bought too many things and tried to squeeze everything into a medium-sized bag. Some can’t be included. Too big! Too many! Oh gosh! What am I suppose to do now? I need everything but I can’t take all.
While trying to pack more things into the bag, Aliya knocked the door and informed that my BIL and his family has just arrived. Hesitating, I left my sorting and squeezing tasks behind and went downstairs to greet them. I thought no harm could be done leaving my things lying almost everywhere on the floor of the bedroom. Who would want to touch them? Besides, the door was closed when I left. But eventually, my hypothesis was proven totally wrong.
Earlier, my husband sent the youngest sweetheart to bed. Two hours later when he went upstairs to get some documents from our bedroom, he shouted hysterically, which made me drop the cracker container I was holding. I rushed upstairs just to see this….
My cutie-pie, caught red handed!!!
I don't think lengthy explanation is needed here. Just look at the mess! On top of everything, just look at the face of this naughty girl ....
The whole bottle of that new shower cream was a gone case. She poured every single drop of the cream on top of her head and not to forget some on the comforter. The bottle is now empty.
Shower cream the victim
And sensing that her dear father was angry at her, she tried to make herself invisible behind the wall...
What a girl.... The consequence, I spent two hours mopping the slippery floor of my highly-concentrated perfumed bedroom!
I am running out of time. The big day is coming soon. My preparation is almost complete but there are still some personal things that I need to buy. I am looking forward for the journey. So is my soul mate. We received many advices and guidance from friends and family members who have already been to Makkah and Madinah either for umrah or hajj. I get to know that it is now 40oC in Makkah. Will hot sun and dry weather give a big challenge while we are there? I pray not.
Yesterday was the last day I came to office. My long leave starts today. I am putting aside my study matters for a while. I leave everything in God’s hand. There are so many things to do in such a short time. My scoring checklist has been completed and validated by a prominent professor from Australia and a practicing accountant/auditor from Singapore. I have completed the scores for all 48 pilot samples and calculated the compliance indices. I, too, have completed the data entry into SPSS. But the sad thing is that I did not have ample time to run the data with the application. That’s the most looked forward part in my study, but that’s the one I am going to miss doing. Oh well, looks like I will have to postpone that until I come back.
Another serious matter to think of is my sister, Lina. Where is she? She promised to come and visit me before I depart for Jordan. Unfortunately, she had not shown up. Conversations with her has been very short and limited these days. We are both busy. But in situation like this, I really expect she could spend some of her time together with me. Will she come? I suppose if she loves me then she will come no matter how late.
Despite everything, I am so eager to go and be there at the Holy Kaabah. I can’t wait another day.
I might have dropped my plate on the floor if my soulmate had not sensed something was wrong and grabbed it immediately from my shaking hands.
As far as I could remember, I have never cried for the demise of someone from the glamorous world of entertainment except forAllahyarham Ustaz Asri Ibrahim. Felt sad, yes, perhaps. Cried? Never.
This morning when I was paying for my breakfast at the cafe, the sadden news struck me hard and sent me to the state of blankness for some times. I could not believe I shed some tears. Speechless and numb.
Mior Ahmad Fuad Mior Badri a.k.a. Din Beramboi passed away at the intensive care unit of Selayang Hospital, after battling out for three days, succumbed to Dengue Shock Syndrome. He flatlined twice. The doctors managed to bring him back when it first happened at 11.30pm, but surrendered to fate the second time at 12.30am.
Pak Rahim of "Afi dan Abah" is now a living memory for my children. I am sure they will not believe this if I told them when I come home tonight.