I walked out of the spa feeling like a battered fish. Nearly served with fries. Dahsyat kan perasaan tu? Ha ha ha.
I found this spa on Instagram. And then an old blog review which praises mountains of the place. Indeed, the place is pleasing to the eyes especially with the sound of Gamelan music in the background. The scent was mystical. Everything felt magical.
Until the masseuse stepped in.
I have had a Balinese massage before. In Bali itself. It was what I remembered as very relaxing, very soothing and pleasant experience. The pressure on your body was just nice and you don’t feel violated. Hence I was expecting a similar experience in this spa. Unfortunately it wasn’t as nice on the massage part.
I understand that you need to engage with the client. It is very comforting to know that you are asking if the pressure was alright with me but once I say, “It’s a bit too hard” – please take note and lighten the pressure instead of saying “It’s because your body have not had a massage for a very long time, it’s angin“. And it doesn’t help with the repetitive question of “sakit tak?” if you know that my answer will be “yes, sakit” and still keep that sort of pressure on me. I almost had doubts if the person massaging me was an android or something cause everything sounded so monotonous and scripted.
I was hoping to just you know… sink in my thoughts but she started asking me about the election. And what startled me most was when she asked me Who I voted for’. That is just overboard.
The Scrub on the other hand was a better experience although at times you feel like your modesty is being violated a bit.
Terpampang susu kantung kat depan. urghhh.. Perhaps I need to try more spas to ensure whether this is a common practice of otherwise. It felt weird. After the scrub, I get to soak in the jacuzzi for 20 mins. My 1 hour 30 mins session ended with a lemongrass drink. The package cost me RM200.
WILL I GO THERE AGAIN?
I will think about it.
There are certain books that I need to read in Bahasa Melayu so that meaning dia sampai. First is the Quran Tafsir cause I’m not that urban like that. Second being the Hadith related books and the rest such as Parenting Books especially the ones which are written pertaining to the local climate. Rasa macam tak dan je baca parenting books omputih but you find it hard to relate to the Malaysian setting.
Hence chancing upon this book was a rare find. Especially when I’m not looking for it.
It was one of those days when I decided to have a look at our local bookstore which is not as popular as MPH or POPULAR or BORDERS. Kedai jual alat tulis biasa je.. when I came across this book on the shelves. The title enticed me to explore the book because it has ‘homeschooling’ on it.
I was expecting a book that outlines syllabus of homeschoolers and what not. Instead it offered more than just that – to me, it was a book about Parenting along the lines of Islamic teaching. And of course I had to find out who Khadijah Gani is. And what a lovely person she turned out to be. And she has other books too – which is WOw. I will look for it later.
It was a great read with a motherly tone. It was not condescending. Meaning as a young parent yg tgh belajar kita tak rasa bangang bila baca buku tuh. Ha ha ha. It was a very humbling piece. It felt like Khadijah Gani was there with me – teaching me dengan lemah lembut from her personal experience of raising 4 children of her own. I read it religiously. I have been tagging tips, special doas and public figures to follow up on in the book. It’s not that neat but now that I’ve learnt how to tag books more efficiently and kemas from Ayesha, I believe the outcome would be neater once I re-tag it all again.
I liked how Khadijah Gani was able to connect Science with Islam. It was very enlightening. Sometimes people need to hear about healthcare advice from another mother, not a doctor to justify – why a child needs to wean, why vaccines are a safe bet and why as mothers we need to take care of ourselves (mental health). Because if as health practitioners we try to impart some knowledge, sometimes, within an Islamic community we are labelled as pro-Zionist and other hurtful names. Whereas if it comes from a mother from a similar religious background – perhaps members of the community can take a moment to reflect on the matter and make an informed decision on what is best for their health and their children.
I would recommend this parenting book to anybody who is willing to learn the Islamic perspective in raising a child. It has duas, recommendations on what further reading we parents can pursue. It touches on sometimes the most simplest things in life that we encounter as parents when we deal with children. I bought it for RM 29 which is a bargain especially when you gain so much from the things you can learn from the book. InsyaAllah.
When Pakcik *Nawi decided to give me his copy of The Mathurat many years ago, it was never just a random gift. It was Allah’s mega plan. Allah was at his Most Merciful and Kind to arrange that Pakcik Nawi, should he ever died of his disease – he will get a supply of pahala through his amal jariah even without him being aware of it. Because InsyaAllah I will read it.
Pakcik Nawi was one of those patients who likes to frequent the emergency unit of my previous district hospital for minor ailments. Yes, he has hypertension and all that but above all, he was a ‘regular customer’. The kind that medical assistants can’t seem to turn away because ’emergency’ was the only place he knows where to get his supply of foot cream and fever meds.
One day he came and I greeted him happily. He was a man of little words but a smile is always plastered to his face. He was illiterate but gentle in manner as he nodded respectively while pointing at the hyperpigmented area on his foot. He was never able to describe properly what was wrong with the foot – he just wanted to apply something on it. Hence, we have to make an educated guess of what the problem could be. one day, after handing him the prescription slip, he took something out from his shirts breast pocket.
It was a brand new Mathurat. Probably given by someone else too and he said
“tak pandai baca”
I thanked him for it, kept the Ma’thurat away and never thought about it until recently.
The last time I read the Ma’thurat religiously was probably in high school. I could even memorize the Du’a and Zikr by heart. The words would just come out from my mouth smoothly like running fluid. After graduating from school, perhaps distracted in the race to pursue a medical degree and so called ‘life’ – I have quite forgotten about it. Not only the Ma’thurat but also my weekly Yasin recitals, the extra solat sunat and sadly Tarawikh even. Sangat lompong my Tarawikh. Not consistent.
Which is why I was grateful when Ayesha came to town with her Quran Tagging programme. It was an opportunity to reconnect with the Quran and Islam. It also made me reflect on why Allah is SO kind and Most Merciful and Thoughtful to have bestowed me an insyaAllah blessed marriage and these children – especially NOW with a daughter. * A different post about daughters later*. The usrah with Ayesha reminded me of the Ma’thurat again – my forgotten amal ibadat.
I have a few copies of The Ma’thurat at home but somehow I was drawn to the one given my Pakcik Nawi. It was still there on my shelf in its packaging. I’m not quite sure what has happened to Pakcik Nawi now but I hope that the pahala I got from reciting the mathurat will in a way fill up his pahala weighing scale as well and that it will help him on his journey to Jannah. InsyaAllah. For Allah The Most Compassionate, The Knower of All has planned for it that way.
I am a young mother with 2 kids. I am a working mother at that – a medical doctor. I have parents who are already in the Warga Emas category. I also have younger siblings in the belia category.
This year I voted. For the second time. In favour of the better, likeable manifesto which I feel could benefit the rakyat as a whole.
Pakatan Harapan (PH) with Tun-Minator
Tun Dr Mahathir is 93 years old. It is a rare sight to see nonagenarian patients like himself and his wife walk into my clinic and still remain sharp. Still walking without a stick or Zimmer frame. Some, as young as 60 is already in a wheelchair with their children demanding for a fast lane walhal semalamnya baru dapat jalan2 kat pasar malam.
Tun has been dubbed a lot of mean names. To me however, he is the reason why I am proud to walk on the streets of Manchester as a student because muslims there love Mahathir. MAHATHIR VERY GOOD, they would say. 5 seconds later, you are their favourite Sister. LOL.
I think people got tired of the lies and the high living cost after the GST was implemented. PH offered a way out. I also hope that they would keep their word to strictly ensure the minimum wage of RM1500 AND for that wage to be equal in both Semenanjung and Sabah/Sarawak.
The RAHMAN prophecy has been fulfilled. Its time for the MAHATHIR prophecy. LOL. 10.05.2018 – history has been made. I think I am more interested to know who the Cabinet Ministers are now that we’ve changed government. Can’t wait for the official announcement.
Interestingly, Sarawak (which is where I come from) is now under the governance of the Opposition Party. Ha ha ha. Well, if Barisan Nasional thinks they can do a good job – they’d better prove it on my yearly visits back to Kuching. I want better roads for the people, better access to healthcare, job opportunities and education and what not. In a way, it could be a blessing for Sarawak, IF lah, BN want to prove themselves.
PH for a better Malaysia. InsyaAllah.