Weaving the ketupat

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Eid is just around the corner and my clinic staffs were very eager to decorate the place and uplift the mood for Hari Raya. My task was to weave the ketupat. The face which sought my help was so hopeful that I mumbled a weak “sure” but had my mind racing to find that “file of anyam ketupat’ lost in my brain cells somewhere.

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My only lesson in weaving ketupat was what my Mother In Law taught me many years ago. Tapi punyalah bebal masa tu – satu ketupat pun tak berjaya. I understood the concept but my non-talented hands were not cooperating until recently. Perhaps its was a mix of determination , mild coercion, wanting to please sort of feeling which became the catalyst to succeed in this mission.

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On top of the basic ideas I kinda already knew, I looked up on some tutorial videos from Youtube. Ironically yang mengajarnya banyak lelaki. Ha ha. I studied one particular video for about an hour – buat practical at the same time and soon 1 ketupat which took me about 20 minutes to complete became a less than 5 minute job.

I felt accomplished. Perasan genius ada jugak. 

I am happy that I get to learn one more extra skill. Now I can enter that competition of weaving ketupat on our annual Haji Jamal family day. And occupy the last place competing with the more senior ladies. LOL.

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Quran Notes Marking Gathering (QNMG) – Melaka Edition 2018

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Before I stumbled upon Ayesha’s IG account – I was already doing some sort of marking in my mini Quran. It was not that organized but it was meant for me to find back the good dua’s and also reminders from the Quran. Naturally, the spark died but I was still hopeful to reconnect with the Quran and I began searching for hashtags of #quranjournalling #quranstudy for inspiration. One day I decided to try my luck and see if there was something as simple as #qurantagging and Pom! another interesting hashtag appear. It was #ayeshashares and that was how I got to know about these gatherings. Where girls get together and learn how to build a relationship with the Quran.

I remembered telling myself if ever QNMG is held in Melaka, I will sign up without hesitancy, without doubt. And since I believe that Allah akan mempermudahkan urusan kita apabila niat dan hasilnya baik, Ayesha did came to town. I paid the fees of RM300 online, cleared my schedule for the day and informed my husband not to have any locum and what not. If he still wants to go locum – he’d better figure out where to put the kids. I forwarded the event flyers to my other friends who I think would like to go too and alhamdulilah.. Kak Hasma (a former colleague) joined in. Senanglah skit nak yakinkan husband that its not an MLM thing I’m going because the venue was in a building that has ‘enterprise’ to its name.

“Eyy.. Im going with Kak Hasma ok”. macam tuhlah dialognya.

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The gathering started at 9AM and lasted the whole day. I was pretty sure I saw someone who looked like Felixia Yeap in my class that day but I was wrong. I still think its her. HA ha. The tagging part was just a minor part of the event, which was OK. We get to continue doing the tagging back home which was so fun and meaningful. The tazkirahs were just as lovely. It was like a big study circle. There were so many points to learn and muhasabah balik. Eventhough Ayesha was only 28 years old, the things she has learnt about our Deen speaks volumes through the stories she narrated and the materials in the Quran Kit.

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She elaborated her favourite hadith, talked about solah, emphasized on akhlak and taught us about Surah AlBaqarah. She gave us tips on how to construct a doa. She joked about the bawangs. She shared with us her dreams and her inspirational figures. It has to be one of my best Saturdays ever. Not a minute of my time being there was a complete loss. I loved it most when she said TAK RUGI BUAT BAIK. And that we should not let Syaitan plant the idea in our head that doing good deeds will lead to us being manipulated and taken for granted. Just do good, be good. Allah will be by our side. I personally like to do good things (most of the time), you know, stuff by the book because I honestly hope that my deeds will help carry me to Jannah as I have no strength to huffaz the Quran. Nor to pray extra on top of the obligatory ones. I struggle to fast. I feel I don’t have much knowledge to share with anyone. So I do good deeds. Simple nice things. To ease another persons hardship. To make them happy. To make me happy.

Like giving a smile. Saying kind words. Lending a helping hand. Comforting a lonely heart. Touching ones hands & hearts. Handing a ringgit or two for those who need it. Derma online. Sponsor an orphan. Buying a meal or keropok to the hungry. Supporting small businesses. Benda kecik2 mcm tuh.

The last LIVE tazkirah/study circle I attended was probably more than a decade a go. Bila dah kerja, dah jadi mak2 ni – I have trust issues to find a good study circle. And even if I do find one, my concern would be of allocating time to attend them. Naturally bila dah lama tak dengar hal2 agama – jiwa ni haus, kering. I should have brought some tissues there. Tiap kali dengar benda yg pilu, leleh air mata. Habis mascara I. Ayesha is such a humble and wonderful storyteller and yes, since she aspires to become our local version of Yasmin Mogahed – InsyaAllah her dreams will come true.

Thank you sis. I will try my best to be istiqamah in reading my Quran and doing good deeds everyday. InsyaAllah.

 

 

 

* Back from the gathering, Mr Husband asked, ” So did they talk using Sis a lot?” I just laughed and had to agree. Everything is Sis nowadays.

 

Matin the Manny

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Matin would be my youngest brother, 23 years old. Still single but not available. I had to import him from home as I needed help to manage my kids. He was God sent. Like Wow. He was able to not only do the basic stuff I ask of him but more – like taking out the trash and washing up our breakfast dishes. Sometimes it is those little things that make me happy. I wish he could stay longer.

But Life must go on.

With Mr Husband just 2 days back home, I’m already having a headache putting up with his antics. Some jokes are just not funny anymore. I am still sleep deprived and my body hurts like hell. I don’t like my new job. I love my new friends though.

My next leave will be in May and maybe, just maybe that time – I get to have a good body massage.

My Klinik Kesihatan Chapter. Starts right now.

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After 6 years serving as a Medical Officer in Jasin Hospital, it was finally time to bid au revoir. I wish I could thank and apologize to more people during my mini farewell party but … well, maybe next time. Honestly speaking, my stint there was one of the best parts of my life. In short, I was H.A.P.P.Y to be myself. To act like myself and not how another person think I should. Macam dewasa but still boleh cute2 walaupun dah berumo. Not all people can accept behaviour like that tau. Someone once told me I should act my age, meaning like in my 30s. Or was it late 20s. I was a bit taken aback at the time because I thought it was OK to ‘be yourself’ and let yourself loose among friends while still maintaining your professionalism in front of patients but apparently not.. Tak ingat plak beruk mana yg tegur I tuh.  Camtuhlah.. I don’t know if an opportunity like that will ever come again. (of course it will, LOL)

5th FEBRUARY 2018 – I had to start all over again. Creating good first impressions despite the false circulating rumours ( why lah.. belum sempat menapak kat tempat parking pun.. dah kuar cerita2 tak best) about the choice of my placement and its inevitable circumstances. I managed to clear the air when I found out about it but still, the truth may not reach everyone, kan? Forging new relationships was OK. It may be difficult to weave seamlessly into a clique but I will take ‘friendly’ anytime. I will work on Trust later on.

Klinik Kesihatan or ‘general practice’ was not my forte but I am open to new experiences and responsibilities. On top of Sabar, I believe that if we set our intentions right, together with diligence, things will work out in the end. *more on that Sabar thing later*. After all, I will be shifting grades soon and this would mean me having to shoulder heavier responsibilities whether I am ready or not. I am still figuring things out. It’s not only about knowing the diseases and workflow related to GP practice, it’s also about being alert about the politics of the place. To survive.

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That is my car. It looks like a kitchen and office combined. The mess kind of reflects my state of mind at the moment. Yalah.. new baby, new job scope, new lifestyle… so many adapting to do. And in the near future, Mr Husband plak is going for Umrah with HIS FAMILY for 10 days leaving me to handle the 2 kids without my in laws this time. AND WITHOUT MY LEAVE APPROVED BY MY NEW BOSS. 

At first I was a bit furious with Mr Husband because of all dates – why does this Umrah trip have to happen during the month when I’m making all these transitions? Can it not wait till later? But after putting myself in everybody elses shoes especially Mr Husbands shoes (like I always do because I’m a tremendous, understanding wife like that).. I guess that would be most CONVENIENT for him as a Masters Student with limited holidays and annual leaves. So, I terpaksa REDHA. His nucleus family, the one that raised him for the past 30 plus years need him more there for the Umrah to be successful. INSYAALLAH. 

Consequently, I have to play my INDEPENDENT and ENERGETIC 24/7 card to juggle it all. Thankfully my new workplace is just 8 KM away from my house but the traffic can be ugly. I still need about 30 minutes to commute.  Takpe.. boleh breakfast dalam kereta. HAAHAHAHa. *positive vibes*

A tough beginning to a new chapter. I might as well make it interesting and worthwhile.

Husband went to Japan for 13 days and left me with the kids.

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In my HoboMinci

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Yup. He was 3,188 Miles away. I had to make it work. In fact, I was already planning on how to go about my daily activities a few weeks back. My main concern with Mr Husband being outstation was SECURITY for me and my kids.

My second concern was of how well I could perform my duties as a wife and mother to protect MY AMANAH. And this not only involves protecting the kids but also our home, his stuff and of course – MYSELF.

 

 

THINGS I DID FOR SECURITY

  1. KNOWING HIS WHEREABOUTS –  stalking my husband through Watsapp. I made sure I knew his flight details, his place of accommodation or person of contact during his stay in Japan. This part was kinda easy because Mr Husband likes to send a lot of photos and voice messages through Watsapp. Therefore, I had a rough idea of what he is up to there. I could also in turn update him regarding the happenings around the house (like our leaking water pipe in front of the house) and about our munchkins. It was also important for me to identify key people who could help troubleshoot my problems should I encounter any. These were my parents in law of course who stayed nearby.
  2. WENT GROCERY SHOPPING EARLY – I stocked up on non-perishable goods and big stuff like juice boxes and rice packs. And toiletries that may be on low supply for the next few days. Canned items. Ninie’s milk powder and baby wipes. Technically, things that require muscles to carry them because I do not want to burden myself to do all these things later with Baby Ninie in a carrier.
  3. SETTLE ERRANDS – for instance, opening up a bank account (Tabung Haji) for Ninie. Or fueling up the car.
  4. HANG MY LAUNDRY WITH INTENT TO SHOW OFF – meaning I hang up Mr Husbands clothes as well. His work shirts, his pants. I even put out his Size 9 shoes and slippers (or is it a 10?) outside the door. Just so potential burglars could think twice before attempting to break in.
  5. SLEEP IN ATTIRE READY FOR A FIGHT OR FLIGHT RESPONSE – full pants with my hijab nearby. Complete with bra. My car keys at hand, just in case I need to sound the alarm to scare away threats. Some says I’m paranoid. I call it being prepared.

THINGS I DID TO PROTECT MY AMANAH

  1. THE KIDS. Apart from ensuring the kids are safe at all times, I also have to make sure they are clean and well fed. It can be tricky with Ee hence the reason why I resorted to making Bento. Hoping to spur that appetite of his.
  2. THE HOME. I was tempted to just postpone laundry and cleaning till the days for him to come back draws near. However, a dirty abode will attract negative spirits and JINs, so I had to keep up with the cleaning. And I get to mop more frequently than ever.
  3. THE WIFE. Which means I had to protect myself from the seducing words of men.  kang tergoda. Not that I’m drop dead gorgeous but we never know with the works of Shaitan. Never ever allow a man to enter the home even if he is from the water company. Or Poslaju. For safety reasons too of course. In short, jaga kelakuan diri sendiri jugak. Jangan nakal. Dont install wechat no matter how lonely. huk huk.. 

Alhamdulilah. Nothing horrible happened during Mr Husbands absence. It was a bit exhausting though with the baby and from the adrenaline, as I was always in a Hyper Vigilant state. I was so glad when it was over. Takut weyyyyyy kalo ada anak. 

Mr Husband bought us souvenirs. I got 2 new Coach handbags, an Italian leather purse, cute socks and a Baby-G watch. With plenty of Meiji chocolates. Ee also received lots of goodies – Tamiya cars, Bento containers and swords. Ninie had pretty dresses!

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I have another stint of Mr Husband being absent again soon. He will be performing the umrah with his parents and sister. (my social support all going for umrah.. *cry blood). It will be more challenging afterwards because my leave was only granted for 3 days out of the 7 I applied for. Mana aku tak stressssssss. But I believe in miracles. I will find a solution to make it work. I always do.