Nan mekar di taman hati
adalah rindu yang amat payah
untuk kuhitung
Saat wajahmu mendekat
aku terhidu harummu
nian murni
Ramadan
libang libuku terubat
kala memelukmu
dalam sepi malam nan panjang
Semoga damai menemani
hingga bila-bila
Sunday, July 22, 2012
Saturday, July 07, 2012
150/90
Being 40, I thought I am wise enough to understand what life means but still I need to be taught how to manage my health nevertheless. I won't put the blame on others. It's me who ruin myself!
I give myself six weeks. Hopefully during this Ramadan, my BP and my glucose will be back to normal. But frankly, I am afraid of Hari Raya. Will it ruin me again? May Allah give me the strength to avoid those ketupats and nasi minyak!
Sunday, July 01, 2012
To my beloved sisters
Three years ago, at a tender age of twenty two, my sister, Ismah, was diagnosed with aneurysm. It was a big shock to us – her family – because there were no symptoms of this illness shown on her. She was a very cheerful, happy and sweet girl all the way.
As her family, we were all caring for Ismah. We cheered her on, lifted her up and encouraging her to believe that she would getting better. Yes, she would recover.
Ismah and I had pretty much been inseparable since the day she was born. I was fifteen years older, and to me, she was ‘mine’. I changed her diapers, fed her, and played with her, non stop. Until now, I know in my heart I would never, ever stop taking care of her.
Alhamdulillah, then came my sweet little Zahidah to accompany Ismah. Being three years difference in age, Zahidah and Ismah grew up as best friends. They sometimes fight, but still adore each other. They spend a lot of time together, and share a lot of things in common. Thank God for giving us this two precious gems of our life, and as I said, I would never, ever stop taking care of them both.
Thinking back of the moment she was warded, I can’t help but felt so relief. As a person, my attitude wasn’t always positive. I was frightened by visions that I would walk into my house and find my mom crying. I knew I’m not that strong to face that reality so I did pray and pray, asked Allah to protect Ismah, to save Ismah, and to let us spend the rest of our life with her by our side.
Syukur lillah, she recovered, much sooner than we thought. I believe she did well because she has a strong heart, a great spirit to live and a loving family members around her.
She and Zahidah are now in PPUM as Ismah has to undergo the angiography process. I pray for her best, may everything works out better for her this time. May Allah protect them both, in all circumstances.
For me, my sister Ismah is amazing. As painful as it was to see her go through the period of her illness, it’s even rewarding to have seen her become the inspiring person she is today. I am so happy she is healthy now, able to enjoy her life and spend time with us again.
Today, when I woke up and my feet hit the floor, I thanked Allah for the good life I have had, and hopefully, will continue to have. I think about how I am going to live the rest of my life as a more loving, giving, and thankful person.
As her family, we were all caring for Ismah. We cheered her on, lifted her up and encouraging her to believe that she would getting better. Yes, she would recover.
Ismah and I had pretty much been inseparable since the day she was born. I was fifteen years older, and to me, she was ‘mine’. I changed her diapers, fed her, and played with her, non stop. Until now, I know in my heart I would never, ever stop taking care of her.
Alhamdulillah, then came my sweet little Zahidah to accompany Ismah. Being three years difference in age, Zahidah and Ismah grew up as best friends. They sometimes fight, but still adore each other. They spend a lot of time together, and share a lot of things in common. Thank God for giving us this two precious gems of our life, and as I said, I would never, ever stop taking care of them both.
Thinking back of the moment she was warded, I can’t help but felt so relief. As a person, my attitude wasn’t always positive. I was frightened by visions that I would walk into my house and find my mom crying. I knew I’m not that strong to face that reality so I did pray and pray, asked Allah to protect Ismah, to save Ismah, and to let us spend the rest of our life with her by our side.
Syukur lillah, she recovered, much sooner than we thought. I believe she did well because she has a strong heart, a great spirit to live and a loving family members around her.
She and Zahidah are now in PPUM as Ismah has to undergo the angiography process. I pray for her best, may everything works out better for her this time. May Allah protect them both, in all circumstances.
For me, my sister Ismah is amazing. As painful as it was to see her go through the period of her illness, it’s even rewarding to have seen her become the inspiring person she is today. I am so happy she is healthy now, able to enjoy her life and spend time with us again.
Today, when I woke up and my feet hit the floor, I thanked Allah for the good life I have had, and hopefully, will continue to have. I think about how I am going to live the rest of my life as a more loving, giving, and thankful person.
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