WADE KAPING

 

Salam,

Nice, nice, nice Banjarian porridge, we have the similar porridge but I forgot what it calls in Java. Wanted to ask Dad, but alas. We put colours sometimes, unlike them, but it still tastes similar. Ah, the joy of eating. 

CINTAI

Salams,

Bismillahir-Rahman nir-Rahiim,

Allahuma Solli 'Ala Saiyyidina Muhammad, Wa'ala ali Saiyyidina Muhammad.

Saudara saudari yang ku kasihi sekalian. Semoga hari ini adalah hari yang terbaik dalam hidup kita. Apa keajaiban yang anda lakukan untuk orang lain hari ini? Memberikan senyuman yang maha ikhlas untuknya? Memberikan sesuatu yang sangat anda cintai? Memberikan hati anda yang cantik itu? Atau mendoakan ia supaya hidup bahagia di dunia dan di akhirat?

Lakukan lah.

Saya doakan kalian semua sentiasa berada di jalan yang lurus, yang dipimpin secara lansung oleh Sang Maha Pengasih itu. Dan saya mendoakan secara khusus untuk guru-guru saya, terutamanya Dr. Mehmet, Norlin, Mahyuddin dan Aishah Halil, diberi syurga Firdausi.

Aminn.

Dan daun-daun sudah mulai menguning! Ah musim luruh yang dicintai, anda tiba jua. My Dad loved this season the most. He always asked me to picture it, through words, how autumn looks like. Do all green leaves turn into golden yellow? Do all leaves fall from the branches? You know, his unfulfilled dream is to see the world during autumn season.

Dad. Abah. There is no word worthy enough to praise you, sad enough to portray my sorrow, beautiful enough to convey my love. I miss you. Always. Always.

*Autumn 2008 - on the way to my school*

JANGAN MENANGIS LAGI

 

Salams,

Untuk mereka, jangan menangis lagi melihat gambar dibawah.

 

1-Tepung pelita

2- Mee kari

3- Tauhu sumbat (my first time ever to taste it, would you believe it)

4- Terung salut tepung

5- Biskut kulit kerang

6- Biskut Rabita

CALL FOR

Salams,

1

It's already 17th August. The 7th day of the second phase of Ramadhan. And we are approaching the third phase, which I learn that some of the respected bloggers will go for umrah during this period. Allahim. You did call them, didn't You? Could you please call me too? Inviting me to your house, even though I'm your most sinful slave? Because, because my Lord, You are The Most Merciful. The Utmost Kind.

2

Saya menarik langsir, memandang langit yang tidak begitu gelap, mencari-cari bintang-bintang. Mencari Abah. Tetapi langit begitu sepi sekali. Ditutupi awan. Ngga membenarkan saya menumpahkan lagi air mata.

3

Saya melihat trailer 'Koran by Heart'. Tuhan, anak-anak hingusan ini sudah menghafal Ayat-Ayat Cinta-Mu, sedang saya, saya yang jelek ini begitu sedikit sekali membacanya, apatah lagi cuba menghafalnya. Apakah aku ini munafik, ya Allah? Begitu bersungguh-sungguh mengaku mencintai-Mu, padahal Kalam-Mu, directly sent from You, aku buat endah tak endah. Dan Cairo. Saya kira kapan mati pun saya ngga akan menjejakkan kaki lagi kesana.

4

A very famous blogger put my blog under 'Cytokines' in his blog. Apa itu, kuih koci kah? Honoured but perplex, I try to google what it means: this is the habit of mine, if you don't understand , google it. I guarantee it that you will find whatever you seek. Here is the meaning: Cytokines (Greek cyto-, cell; and -kinos, movement) are small cell-signaling protein molecules that are secreted by the glial cells of the nervous system and by numerous cells of the immune system and are a category of signaling molecules used extensively in intercellular communication. (wikipedia: where else).

Goodness me, I don't understand a word, except protein, which I imagine some sorts of fish, eggs and milk. Medicine is too hard for me.

Happy Sahur everyone. I pray hard that we will get all the rahmah, insyaAllah.

MURDERED

Salams,

1

The weather was quite nice yesterday, unlike today. Today, it is gloomy and we had a baby rain this morning. It's getting cold, and I, for once, are no longer care about the coldness.

2

I'm supposed to do some works, but doing work under duress is stressful enough.

3

I miss him, badly. Especially around sahur. I can always picture him coming to the kitchen and waiting for his rice to be served. And asking us to eat, because towards the end of Ramadhan, we normally have a very little appetite.

And I just realise, that I won't see him again, ever, in this world.

But talking to Anis makes me realise, how selfish and ungrateful I am. She lost her father when she was just 5 years old. And her father was murdered. Murdered, ladies and gentlemen. Murdered.

Al-Fatihah to those who who have gone, that hold the most special place in our hearts.

CRUMPLE MY HEART

 

 

 

 

How wonderful life is: if you love everything.

Allahumma Solli ‘Ala Muhamad, wa’ala ali Muhamad. Keep on doing the good deeds.

JANGAN MENANGIS

 

Salams,

 

Post ini ditujukan kepada kekanak riang ria yang sedang berpuasa di luar negara, dengan ucapan, jangan menangis.

 

Cupcakes yang dibuat oleh Izzah dan Iffah dan Irfan. Sangat sedap okeh.

 

Udang galah goreng kunyit oleh Kak Zarina

 

Lasagna ayam yang jua dibuat oleh Kak Zarina.

 

 

Request: Mee Kari dan Tiramisu.

JazakAllahu Khairan Khatira.

 

p/s: all photos taken from http://zarinabz.blogspot.com/ . Expect more photos later in the future, if Allah will.