A week experience in school

2013 has already reached its 24th day.

That means baby porcupine has been to school (I mean real school with serious teachers writing serious stuff on the whiteboard) for 21 days. And since the very beginning of her school episode I have been worried sick on how she will cope with her new environment. It made me feel insecure from within, knowing that she has never been parted far away from me for many hours a day. I should have not worry because I know teachers will look after her. Of course they will, because I am the only mother who went to see every teacher available in school irrespective of whether they teach my girl or not and came up with a long list of do's and don'ts for them to remember.



On the first day of school all first year pupils sat for a simple
reading, writing and counting test. Aida scored 4/70 and was
really happy about it.... *scratch head*

Nevertheless, Aida is calm and happy in school. It is I who made her looks like she's so fragile. That's how my dear hubby assess the situation.

"She is no longer a baby. You'll feel better when you stop calling her baby porcupine" he tossed my head and smiled.

Perhaps I should admit that I have overreacted. But Aida will always be my baby porcupine. Full stop.



During assembly, when the headmistress gave her speech
 to the first year pupils. Can you guess how many of them
 really listen and understand what the headmistress was
trying to convey on stage?

The education systems here in Malaysia is sometimes confusing. There are many different types of schools you can choose for your child(ren). There are Malay-medium national schools, Indian-medium national schools, Chinese-medium national schools, private  schools,  boarding schools,  Islamic religious schools,  excellent cluster schools, sports schools and to a certain extent, home schooling is also made available. I'd rather not explain in detail each of these schools here, just enough to inform that Aida now has quite a tight daily schedule because in the morning she attends the religious school (I refer to this school as the morning session) and right after lunch she goes to the Malay-medium national school (the afternoon session). In other words, she leaves home as early as 7.15 am and comes back only after 6.45pm. In between the two school sessions, she stays at a nursery next to the schools where she'll take a bath, change uniform and eat lunch.

During the first week of school I have been following her to the classroom without her knowing it and kept an eye on her from far away. I watched her when she talked and laughed with her classmates, when she did her work in the exercise book, when she drew a silly-looking elephant and coloured it purple and also when she suddenly fell asleep. I then followed her to the nursery and watched her manage herself quite successfully and prepared herself for school once again. Alhamdulillah. After 21 days, I think she'll do just fine in school. I really need to shed this worries away.



Cried too much that she forgot how to smile beautifully...!

Anyway, let's review some incidents that took place in the first week of school:

Day 1: Cried... cried... and cried... all day long.

Day 2: Lost (or rather, misplaced) her pair of shoes. Lost her chamisole. Teachers frantically searched every inch of the nursery to find them.

Day 3: Lost her pencil case. Came back home wearing another girl's uniform, which has faded in colour and was relatively much smaller than hers.

Day 4: Lost her water tumbler. Found about 4-5 cloth hangers inside her school bag which definitely were not ours.

Day 5: Lost her set of colouring pencils. Lost her exercise books.

Day 6: Gave all her spending money to 'a friend in need' whom she did not even recognise and sufferred from 3rd level hunger till she came home.

Day 7: Lost her panty and survived afternoon session without telling anyone about it.  *faint*

Aida, several seconds before she started to cry again...

My dear child, I leave you under the protection of Allah the Almighty. I pray you'll be safe wherever you go and what ever you do. I believe a mother's prayer is a powerful one and that Allah will always listen to me all the time. May you grow up to become a good-mannered, brilliant and pretty muslimah. Ameen.

Oh! Life...!

Last Friday when I sent my car to a workshop for some routine maintenance, the foreman told me his schedules were tight, so I have to leave the car overnight and come back Monday morning to pick it up. Reluctantly, I gave him the car keys and left the place, walking towards the main road. I made a quick call to my husband to fetch me, told him I’ll be waiting by the road side at an open area that resembles a mini park.

I waited about 45 minutes for him to come and rescue me. Well, you know, this waiting game could really test your mental stability and tire you out, especially when you've had a hard day at work.

So I was thinking....How nice it is to be able to relax under the trees, with gentle breeze stirring the air and the sound of birds chirping from the tree tops (apart from the sound of the engines roaring on the road...)

I sat on the grass and my brain tricked me for sitting on a thick, soft rug...Ahh... so calm and peaceful...

As I was about to doze off to the music of the nature suddenly this naughty baby porcupine (did I tell you earlier I was not alone?) poked my eyes with her fingers! Yes, you read that right, she poked my eyes!

“Ouch!!! What do you think you’re doing?!”

“Don’t sleep, mum!”

“Why not?”

“What if we get lost while you’re sleeping?”

Oh dear!

*sigh*

Wordless Wednesday: The superhero wannabe and her reluctant sidekick

While I was away...part 5/5 - Don't do this to me, baby!

“How is she now?” I asked one of the teachers who was helping my daughter to stand up. Aida Amani has been lying on the carpet of the nursery for quite some times, I was told.


“She has recovered, Alhamdulillah” replied the teacher.

I observed that she has put on fresh clothes.

“She vomited in her sleep. We have to clean her and change her clothes.” So that answered my question.

“Thank you, teacher.” I smiled to the teachers and took baby porcupine home.

Along the way Aida was quiet in the car. Her face was pale and her lips have no colour. But she was happy I came to fetch her home. She smiled, but I know she was tired. I thanked Allah, earlier today I suddenly canceled my plan to go to the office, or else I’ll not be able to fetch baby porcupine from the nursery.

As soon as we reached home, Aida Amani walked across the living hall straight to the TV couch and immediately lied down.

“Get some rest. You should sleep, baby. I’ll prepare your milk.”

In half an hour’s time, baby porcupine was fast asleep on the couch. I put my hands on her forehead, then under her armpit and her neck, trying to sense if she had fever. Nope, the temperature was normal. No sign of fever. Then why did she vomit in her sleep? To make sure that I was right, I took the thermometer and tested again. Negative.

I suddenly remembered that in the haste to fetch baby porcupine at the nursery I have forgotten to say my Zuhr prayer. Touching my growing belly, I contemplated either to climb the stairs and perform solat in my bedroom or simply perform it downstairs at the living hall. Well, considering that baby porcupine was not feeling well, I decided to pray at the hall, so much closer to her.

“Ya Allah, I am so tired today. I wish I could get some rest and leave everything behind.”

I was still on the prayer mat, sighing and praying silently to The Almighty, surrendering only to Him, seeking for His help. I was lost in trance for a few minutes, only to see baby porcupine waving her left hand towards me when I opened my eyes again.

“Baby?”

Aida Amani did not respond. It is funny to see her waving like that with her eyes shut tight.

“Baby, can you hear me? Are you okay?” I called again.

This time baby porcupine opened her eyes. Surprisingly, her wide-opened eyes stared at the ceiling and her body started shaking wildly. I panicked. I can sense something was terribly wrong. I dashed towards her and kept calling her again and again, but she did not seem to hear me. When I touched her I found out that her body was stiff. AllahuAkhbar!!! What happened to her?

I did not know what to do. I started to cry hysterically, at some times my voice turned uncontrollably loud. I tried to make her sit up, but she fell on her back almost immediately as if she has no backbones! So again I shrieked. By now both her eyes were all white and there were bubbles coming out of her mouth. With all the energy that was left in me, I lifted her up and tried to carry her to the bathroom. Halfway, my stomach started to feel painful. I have forgotten that I was pregnant. I have to put her down.

Aida was lying motionless on the floor, only a few feet from the bathroom. I shook her body, called her names and even slapped her twice in effort to make her gain consciousness. None of it worked. I collapsed beside her, tears were streaming my eyes that I can’t see clearly. Suddenly I thought of my husband. I dialed his office number frantically, and once when I heard his voice on the other end, I talked and cried at the same time, so bad that he did not understand a word I said.

Useless attempt.

Trying to tell him what happened when I myself could not understand what I was saying was tormenting. I threw the phone away. Again, I tried to lift up Aida Amani, the only thing I have in mind then was to bathe her with cold water. I didn’t know why that came across my mind and I didn’t even now if it is the right thing to do, but somehow I must try something.

Something else happened. In her state of being unconscious, I saw vomit started to come out from her mouth and nose. A lot of it!!! I screamed my lungs out. I got up on my feet and immediately dragged her to the bathroom, leaving behind the trails of vomit along the way. Then I saw something else. Together with the vomit, there was also urine. She urinated! Ya Allah! What is happening to my child?

In the bathroom, I tried to make her sit on the floor but failed. I have to bathe her while she was lying on the floor. I kept screaming her name and told her to stay with me. Her clothes were all wet. She shivers. Yet I knew she was unconscious.

The doorbell rang. I rushed to open the door. Three of my closest neighbours came to help. They told me my husband called and asked them to check on me and see if everything is alright.

“No! it’s not alright! I don’t know what happened to my baby!” I cried.

Sister Azila hugged me and comforted me, while sister Diya and brother Fadzil went to the bathroom and took care of baby porcupine. They replaced her wet clothes with a new one. Brother Fadzil then carried her to his car and took her to the hospital. They acted so fast. I am grateful to them three till this very day.

At the emergency room, the MO and several other staff started to run some tests on Aida Amani. They took her vomit and blood samples, checked her eyes, monitored her body temperature and some other stuff I don’t understand to explain here. Later a pediatrician came to see me. The test results were in his hands.

“How long has she been unconscious?” he asked.

“About five minutes or so.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Why are you asking, doctor?”

“Her temperature when she arrived here was 42 degree Celsius. That was extremely high. We adults could not tolerate a temperature that high, what more a child like her. It if happened more than ten minutes, your daughter could have brain damage.”

I stared at the doctor’s face. My mind was blank.

“But you did the right thing to reduce her temperature when you bathe her. Good work.”

“But doctor, I’ve checked on her temperature earlier. It was normal.”

The doctor then explained to me that when a patient’s body temperature rise higher than 38 or 39 degree Celsius, the brain will produce a signal that resulted blood vessels to shrink. Less blood will be pumped to reach beneath the skin. As a result, body temperature will appear normal as if patient has no fever. The use of ordinary thermometer could not detect the high temperature. Only thermometers with high sensitivity can detect it accurately.

“At home without the thermometer, what you can do is touch her hands and feet and see if they are cold. I mean, very cold. In your daughter’s case, the hands and feet have already changed colour to blue black because there’s no blood circulation. Even her lips have turned black. Did you not notice that?”

Masya-Allah. That was totally new to me. I didn’t know what to look for in this kind of situation, so I did not notice any of these changes on Aida. In addition, none of the family members had ever have such experience. She's the first to have it. Poor baby porcupine.

Later my husband arrived at the hospital. I immediately broke down again when I saw him. Who cares what people around me would think when they saw me crying like a baby? I was too emotional. What happened at home just now was something that will haunt me forever.

"We have reduced her temperature. She is okay for now, but she has to be admitted. We need to monitor her from time to time." The doctor left us to sit with our daughter for a while before a nurse came and arranged to send her to a ward.

And so my baby porcupine was admitted for ten days. Ten harrowing days of her life when she battled with the rise and fall of her temperature. At times she sat up in bed and asked for food and toys, at other times she just laid flat unmoved as if asleep. Alhamdulillah, she showed good progress every day. Baby porcupine is a strong fighter. I did not dare leave her side, so I stayed in the same room like a squatter. Oh! Gosh! Every inch of my body ached!

I understand now what attacked my daughter was something common for children at the age between 6 months to 6 years old. She experienced what is termed as febrile fits. Uprolling eyeballs, drooling of saliva, vomiting, urinating are the normal symptoms of febrile fits. This type of fever could be repetitious, which means, it could attack again in future. Immediate action must be taken to reduce the temperature. To my relief, I also get to know that such attack normally is not dangerous. But parents need to be extra careful, because the same symptoms explained above could also indicate the existence of meningitis, which is of course deadly.

When I write this post, I was sitting at the same TV couch where Aida was attacked with fits while she was sleeping. It was like a movie being replayed in my mind, I could clearly see myself desperately trying to wake her up and hopelessly crying when everything I tried resulted in only more panic discoveries.

It was painful. I don't want to go through it again. Ever.

Please have patient & wait for me...

I am having my neck on the chopping board right now.

And I have lots of explanations to do to convince my supervisors on my thesis.

Have patient. Please wait for me.

I miss you all dearly....

......and I know I've missed so many things while I'm gone....

Will be back soon, Insya-Allah.

Baby porcupine goes to Little Caliphs today

My naughty baby porcupine...!

It's actually a kidergarten. She's only 4 years old.

I prepared her bag this morning. There's no textbook or stationary or anything like that. I just packed some clothes and her milk bottle into a school bag and gave it to her. She was jumping here and there, can't stay calm at one place. Kept telling her brother and sister that she is going to school too, just like them.

I, on the contrary, feel sad... My dear darling has grown up too fast! Tears were falling from my eyes.

......And my husband was making fun of me and my emotional scene....

Aaaaaarrrrggghhhhhh....!!!!!

I desperately want to bite his nose!

London beige his lollibum...

Baby porcupine was singing softly to herself one evening.

"London beige his lollibum...

lollibum...

lollibum...

London beige his lollibum...

Ma fair bebey"

I was stunned at my seat.

 She was singing her very own version of "London bridge"

Hahahahaha.....!

It sounds terribly funny!

And awful!

*sigh and slap forehead*

Umrah Ziarah Jordan 2010 The Series - The Troublemaker

2 days more to the very much awaited moment.

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 ....

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...

The perpetrator...

 
*sigh* 
 
What a girl.... The consequence, I spent two hours mopping the slippery floor of my highly-concentrated perfumed bedroom!

Alahai anakku sayang...

Aida is now 3years 2 months old. Other ordinary toddlers of her age would have been able to converse almost fluently by now, but Aida's progress has been a wee bit slow. I suppose one factor that contributes to this is because she stays at home alone most of the time with no one to talk to, so she gets less practice. The maid is of course there but what do you expect? She's got tonnes of house chores to settle before we come home in the evening, so the chance of talking like there's nothing to worry about is very slim.

Anyway, I am not saying that my child cannot talk at all. But she's still in her "baby talk" mode and though sometimes we wonder when she'll be talking like her brother and sister, we continue to enjoy our conversation with her. One day, while we were having breakfast ala-ala mat saleh outdoor at the porch, suddenly a neighbour's Persian cat hopped onto the garden table and meowed loudly. We were all surprised to see the cat's sudden appearance, but the most excited person was Aida.

"Ibu, taik kucing atas meja" she shouted.

When we heard that, we were stunned for a few second, then started searching for the cat's poop. Gosh! Habislah nasi lemak aku...We really thought there was one but no, there's no such thing.

"Ayah, taik kucing!" Aida shouted again, pointing at the cat.

We really did not understand what she was trying to tell us until finally my eldest son came out from the house and joined us. He explained that if Aida said "taik kucing" then what she really mean is "kucing".

We had a hard laugh. So, actually she was trying to tell us there's a cat on the table, but instead, she said there is a cat's poop on the table!!!

We tried to correct her. Using fried anchovies from the nasi lemak as bait, we made the cat stayed with us much longer. While the cat was eating, we taught Aida how to refer to a cat correctly in Malay language.

Oh well..... despite all the things we've tried, we failed.... till this very day, she still call a cat as taik kucing. Ha ha ha...

My son revealed more unthinkable everyday words promoted by Aida, the popular ones are:

1.) JONANG. 

If you think it has anything to do with THE JONAS BROTHERS, you're wrong. Aida loves to sing a song from a movie "Halimah Jongang" aired on TV. How she sing it?

"Jonang jonang jonang.... jonang jonang jonang.... bibik jonang..."

Yes. Poor bibik. Obviously she's the victim. Ha ha ha....

2.) AMAK.

Amak is the short of Alamak! Sentence example: "Amak! Taik kucing!" which really is "Alamak! Kucing!"

3.) BAIBI

This word has put us in dilemma for many months. It actually refers to "baby", but the way she pronounce it really sounds like BABI (pig). Oh my God!!! Help us!

4.) SHAIMAN

She is referring to Spiderman, actually... Ha ha ha... And almost immediately she will be glued to the wall with one leg lifted up as if to climb it.

5.) SHUBIN

This is her "adopted father". He is no other than MR. BEAN...!   She will not allow you to change the channel when he's amusing her, even though she has watched the same sitcom over and over again for thousand times...

That's Aida Amani, my miracle baby....I love you, Darling..!

A day out at Dataran Putrajaya

Once in a while it's fun to take the children out for a treat at a nice restaurant and then let them roam free on their bicycles after all the hardwork in schools and offices. We went to Dataran Putrajaya. There is ample space for hundreds of visitors from all walks of life to admire the beautiful scenery, snap some pictures, relax, chit chat, play, or take a nap, if it need be! Some regular visitors already know their ways around the place. They brought with them remote control cars (there's also one with a helicopter for show-off),  or play freesbie, and some of them even brought a flap chair and some magazines to read. The children enjoyed themselves very much, as much as we the parents did. Tired, but satisfied. It's shown on their faces. We ended up leaving for home at 12.30 a.m. Si tembam Aida was so tired that she dozed off in the car right away. Looking at her face when she sleep is so peaceful....

AIDA AMANI, my miracle baby...

This is a true, amazing story about my baby girl, Aida Amani. She was born on Friday, 29th December 2006 at Az-Zahrah Islamic Medical Centre in Bandar Baru Bangi, Selangor. The way she entered the new world was really puzzling. I had never thought she would survive the ordeal, but that's just what happened with God's will.

I was eight months pregnant and was visiting the doctor for my weekly check-up when suddenly the doctor said she detected some pattern of contraction of the muscle. Well, I've had this false alarm for almost everyday now in the past three weeks, therefore I did not suspect that this morning's contraction is stronger than the usual ones. As a result, I was warded. 10.00 a.m. in the morning, I was asked to change my clothes and replace them with the hospital gown, pushed on a wheel chair into the labour room, transferred to a bed and asked to lie down and relax.

At 11.00 a.m. my doctor came to visit me, checked my contraction again and told me that she expected delivery by 6.00 p.m. I told her about my harrowing experience when I gave birth to my second child and wished not to go through the same painful moment of being induced again this time. The doctor then suggested me to take epidural so that I will not feel the labour pain. I agreed. She made the necessary preparation and gave me the injection.

"I will come again and check on you at 4.oo p.m. In the mean time, you can do what ever you like, you can read, eat or watch tv, but dont get off the bed, okay?" the doctor smiled and left me to make her routine rounding at the ward.

About half an hour later, I feel some painful contraction that made me uneasy. My husband called the doctor. She wondered why I still feel the pain after taking epidural shot because rightfully, I should have not felt anything by this hour. After thorough inspection, she made a conclusion that the dose given to me was insufficient. Again, I received another shot of epidural. Strange....

My husband was with me all the time, but he had to leave me for a while for Friday Prayer at 1.10 p.m. He kissed me on the forehead and promised he will be back as soon as the prayer is over. I read some magazines provided in the labour room, then feel bored and closed my eyes. I must have dozed off quite a while because I didnt realise that my husband was with me again not long after that. He bought me a bar of chocolate. Cadbury Hazelnut. My favourite. Hmmm... yummy!

I was enjoying the chocolate when suddenly I vomitted. I didnt know what's the cause, but I kept vomitting untill there was nothing left to throw out. It was such a painful process that it took all my energy and made me flat in bed. The nurses there have been very helpful. My husband asked me to get some rest. He took the Quran, pulled a chair, sat close to me and started to recite some versus in the Quran. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep.

After some times, both of us heard a soft squeaking sound. My husband stopped reading the Quran and looked at me.

"Did you hear what I heard?" I asked him.

"Yes, but what was that and where did it come from?" My husband asked back.

"Maybe there's a bird perching at the window sill" I answered and closed my eyes again.

My husband continued reading the Quran.

Suddenly the same squeaking sound emerged again. This time it was louder and clearer.

"What was that? It's scarying me!" I held my husband's hand tightly.

"I don't know. I think I'd better get the nurse to come and check. You wait here." with that he disappeared behind the door.

A nurse came rushing in to check on me, followed by my husband. at first she stared blankly at me, then pulled the blanket that was covering both my legs.

Astagfirullah hal'azhim! To our surprise, there lied in between my legs, a small figure covered with white flakes and blood all over. It stirred weakly when the blanket was lifted. My baby!!! It was my baby!!! She was born into the world without anybody noticing, not even me!!!! I fainted! I was in total blackness for a while. When I recovered, there was not only one but two doctors in the labour room, together with several nurses. My husband was watching one of the nurses cleaning my baby while the gynaecologist was mending my stiches.

I could see the pale faces of the doctors. I saw clearly sweats running down their foreheads while they worked.

"I am sorry Ati. This had never happened before in my life as a gynaecologist." The doctor was trembling. Her hands were as cold as ice when she touched me.

"How's my baby? Is she alright?" I asked.

"She'll be alright for now. But we need to send her for detailed examination with the paeditrician because she had swallowed a lot of the blood and liquid from your waterbag. Her lungs flooded"

I closed my eyes and prayed God will not to take away my baby from me. Warm tears streamed from my cheeks.

"I need my husband".

The doctor went to get him for me and we ended up hugging each other. I could not control myself this time and cried on his shoulder. He didn't say anything at all.

Later I was sent to the ward. The double shot of epidural started to take effect on me. I felt drowsy, couldn't open my eyes at all. I didn't know for how long I have slept, but when I woke up I saw the anaesthetist was observing me. My husband told me I had breathing difficulty while sleeping.

"Where is the baby?" that was the first thing that came into my mind.

"She's in the intensive care unit." my husband held my hands tightly when he told me this.

Aida Amani was born at about 2.30p.m. on Friday. She was administered at the ICU and then transferred to incubator for almost ten days due to her breathing difficulty. The paeditrician had sucked all the water out of her lungs but she still failed to breath on her own. She had to rely on the breathing apparatus to help her. On the third day, she got jaundice and had to be "tanned" under the light 24/7 with her eyes closed. I was discharged on the second day, but repeatedly visited my baby at the hospital to breastfeed her.

No mother could have managed to see her baby's condition like this at every visit. I cried everytime I held her in my arms. I whispered to her ears that I love her so much and I wanted her to get well soon so that I could take her home. She responded by clasping my thumb with her tiny fingers.

The doctor repeatedly came to apologise to me for what happened. I didn't blame her at all. What happened was something that nobody would have expected.

"I've delivered thousands of babies, but never before in my life I encountered such a case like this. This is truly a miracle" the doctor told me.

"Normally the mother will need to push her baby out or the baby would be stucked at its neck while exiting. This is because the shoulder bone is not easy to get through the exit and a strong push from the mother is needed to help the baby out. In your case, when you took up epidural, you'll not know when you have the contraction, so we have to guide you and tell you the right moment to push. I believe it was with the help of the Angels that your baby managed to come out wholely without injury. That was amazing. The baby is a miracle baby. She is blessed"

And for the next few months after Aida was discharged, the medical centre still talked about the miracle baby. Everytime I took her for a follow-up with her paeditrician, everybody at the medical centre would greet her, gathered around her and touched her and some of them will related the story of the miracle baby to some of the patients. Even the patients took the opportunity to hold her and kiss her.

I took her to see the paeditrician at least once a month. I have been doing this for almost two years of her life. I needed to make sure she has really, really recovered. I don't want any complication to emerge in future.

Aida is a healthy girl. She brings joy to the family ever since she came home from the medical centre. Last December when we celebrated her 2nd birthday, my tears was streaming down my cheek as I recall the frightening moment of her birth. I could have lost her then. I might not have the chance of holding her and kissing her now.

Alhamdulillah, Thank you, Allah.

I believe when we do good deeds, we will be paid back with good deeds as well. God has arranged everything in order, for He knows everything. I am so blessed in life, what more with this miracle baby who makes me laugh always. I am one blessed mother in this world.

Lailaha illa anta. Subhanaka inni kuntu minazzhalimin.