I believe, this was the second last trip before I went back home after knowing my dad was in the Stage 3. I miss Dad so so much. Al-Fatihah. We went to Amsterdam together. How many of you who are able to bring your parents around the world? I'm such an ungrateful servant. Forgive me Ya Ghoffar.
p/s: I truly do not understand it that people say death is a normal business. Many Quranic verses state about parents, and if you do not love your parents, as far as I am concerned, you are doomed.
FRIDAY, 21 MAY 2010
AMSTERDAM SPRING TRIP
I was going to write about my fourth trip to Amsterdam, in which every trip is special. What brings me to this happening city this time? Anis and her children. She was my colleague, and I pay her a visit and bring her tat nenas - her special request from Malaysia. The Iraqi owner of the halal restaurant (in which I have my brunch there) thought I'm visiting a boyfriend. Romancing some Hollander, am I? Hello, I'm not in this game. Let the pictures tell you the story. Put in no particular order, and design for you to marvel at the wonderous God's creations.
This is the prime reason why I keep coming back to Amsterdam. And I would really like to see the tulips, perhaps next year, by Allah's will.
And guess what? Most people guess that I'm an Indonesian, or Phillipine! While I was waiting for Anis at the KFC, Ibu Tini who owns a restaurant bought me coffee and Zinger Burger. Yes, the KFC in Amsterdam is halal, given to the growing Muslim population. I was quite embarrased actually, I just had my lunch, it wasn't like I was a refugee in need of a good food. Alhamdulillah, it's a rezk, isn't it?
This post is long. Forgive me.
I missed Anis already, and them in Malaysia, and some of them in the UK. Aihh, penat plak nak tulis. Too many continents then.
Must dash!
Love, as always.



