Pregnancy Mode again

As you can see on the ticker above, yeap. I am . Alhamdullilah, finally I saw the 2 lines after few attempt. Allah hear my prayers. I hope i will have a good pregnancy and deliver safely. Wish me luck!

Every Mom proud moment

Doa Recital by Ilham from nazura rahime on Vimeo.

This is a wonderful moment for me to see E-am recite doa makan. Owh...I m so ecxcited and been talking about this over and over again.

First time writer

I was asked to write about my late father for his exhibition in National Art Gallery soon. I'm very nervous since I have no experience in writing except for this blog. I don't know what to write but I know to write about truth on my personal experience. So dear friends, please feel free to read and comment. Really appreciate for any feedback for my writings.



Abahku, Hj Rahime Harun
1954-2008
oleh Nazura Zahian Rahime

I've lived a life that's full -
I've travelled each and every highway.
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way…

Terasa bagai semalam kudengar Abah menyanyikan lagu My Way oleh
Frank Sinatra. Aduh, manisnya saat-saat itu. Kami menyanyi riang sekeluarga.
Kini yang tinggal hanyalah imbasan-imbasan kenangan yang aku simpan di kotak memoriku.

Aku dibesarkan dengan penuh warna-warni. Persekitaranku penuh dengan visual seni tampak. Dari Anak Alam aku habiskan masa hujung mingguku dengan belajar melukis hinggalah ke alam Central Market aku belajar berniaga menjual poskad. Anak Alam dan Central Market seumpama rumah keduaku. Pelukis dan penyair yang menjadi teman Abah, ku panggil Pakcik atau Uncle. Tiada apa yang asing bagiku. Kami adalah keluarga di atas nama cinta seni.

Kami hidup serba sederhana. Yang aku tahu, seni adalah segala-galanya buat Abah. Biarlah rumah kami kecil, asal harta seni kami besar. Biarlah kereta Abah second hand, asal Abah dapat bantu insan seni. Itulah abahku, Rahime Harun. Seorang insan yang berjiwa besar dan sangat berpandangan jauh.

Seingatku, belum pernah aku tinggal di ruang yang dindingnya kosong. Sewaktu aku di bangku sekolah, pelajaran pertama yang sering Abah titik beratkan adalah matapelajaran seni. Malah setiap kali aku pulang dari sekolah dengan kad laporan, mata Abah pasti tertumpu pada markah pendidikan seni. Mujur, aku melepasi piawaian yang Abah tetapkan. Masih ingat lagi aku dengan kata-kata Abah sewaktu aku belajar teknik watercolour wet on wet. Katanya, “ A brush is like a dancer on a stage”. Waktu itu, aku bingung menterjemahkan metafora itu.

Selain daripada seni tampak, Abah punya minat dalam teater dan filem. Malam mingguku dipenuhi dengan aktiviti menonton teater ataupun menonton wayang di Cathay sambil menikmati hotdog special. Dalam perjalanan pulang, Abah sering membuat mini critic session di kalangan Mama dan aku. Pandanganku didengar tanpa diskriminasi walaupun waktu itu aku masih bersekolah rendah.

Abah punya jiwa yang sensitive apabila menonton filem yang menyentuh hati. Entah berapa kali, Abah menitis air mata selepas melihat filem yang punya penceritaan yang indah. Pernah juga dia meluahkan hasratnya untuk membuat filem pendek bersama-samaku, namun atas kebatasan waktu kami simpan hasrat itu.

Abah sangat gemar menjelajahi dunia. Abah pernah berkata“ If I travel, I feel so much alive”. Benar, kata-kata Abah. Setiap kali kami ke luar Negara, Abahlah orang yang berjalan paling laju. Aku dan Mama sering tertanya-tanya bagaimana dia punya tenaga yang banyak sedangkan ketika di rumah dia nampak kurang sihat. Tempat wajib yang pasti dituju adalah muzium-muzium seni. Sewaktu aku berusia 5 tahun, aku dibawa menikmati lukisan-lukisan tersohor Eropah. Namun waktu itu, apalah yang anak kecil ini tahu tentang Picasso, Van Gogh dan Monet. Aku akan memuncungkan mulutku tanda protes kerana aku sudah bosan dengan muzium seni. Tanpa putus asa, Abah akan menggendongku dibelakangnya untuk meneruskan perjalanan menjelajahi warisan seni dunia.

Pada tahun 1984, Abah berpeluang belajar di Turin, Italy di dalam pengurusan usahawan. Sewaktu itu Abah sempat menziarahi Peggy Guggenheim muzium di Venice. Bermula dari situlah, Abah menyimpan hasrat untuk mempunyai muzium seninya sendiri. Aku masih ingat kami sekeluarga berjalan kaki dari Central Park ke Solomon R.Guggenheim Museum di New York berbekalkan roti telur yang dimasak oleh Abah. Terakhir sekali, Abah sempat pergi ke Guggenheim Bilboa di Spain bersama-sama Mama pada tahun 2007. Sewaktu itu Abah sudah mula kurang sihat namun kerana keinginannya untuk sampai ke muzium idolanya, Abah gagahi langkahnya. Setiap kali Abah ke Guggenheim muzium, Abah pasti meluahkan impiannya. “One day, I will have my own museum”. Besar sungguh impian Abah.

Tahun demi tahun, semakin banyak hasil seni bertambah di premis kami. Ada sahaja lukisan dan arca baru dibawa pulang oleh Abah. Aku pula semakin dewasa, sudah tamat pengajian di dalam jurusan creative multimedia. Hasrat Abah untuk aku mengambil alih perniagaannya aku tolak dengan rasa berat. Padaku, biarlah aku belajar dari bawah dalam dunia perniagaan yang aku cipta bersama teman karibku kini suamiku. Alhamdullilah, Abah dan Mama menyokong penuh dengan apa yang kami usahakan. Pernah aku melihat Abah menangis melihat hasil kerjaku. Aku tersenyum bangga kerana berjaya mengusik jiwa Abah.

Awal tahun 2008, Abah sering bertanya padaku, “Bila kita nak pergi holiday dengan
E-am ( panggilan nama anakku)? Abah teringin nak pergi holiday dengan cucu”.
Aku sendiri sudah lama tidak bercuti dengan Abah dan Mama semenjak aku berkahwin. Dengan izin Allah, kami berlima berangkat ke Australia. Destinasi kami bermula dari Sydney kemudian kami memandu ke Melbourne. Berkali-kali dalam perjalanan kami ke Melbourne, Abah mengucapkan Allah HuAkbar memuji-muji kebesaran Allah di bumi asing ini. Tidak kusangka, percutian kami yang dipenuhi gelak ketawa di akhiri dengan tangisan apabila Abah diserang sakit jantung di rumah sepupuku, Fadhli Rahim di Brunswick, Melbourne. Abah koma selama 2 hari di Wad ICU di Royal Melbourne Hospital. Kami masih mengharap Abah akan pulih namun tiada apa yang dapat melawan takdir ketentuan Ilahi. Pada 12 Mac 2008 jam 740 malam waktu Melbourne, Abah menghembuskan nafas terakhirnya dengan tenang.
Masih teringat lagi Mama menceritakan padaku sebelum Abah meninggalkan rumah, didalam doa solat musafirnya, Abah berdoa “Ya Tuhanku, aku bermusafir untuk melihat kebesaranmu, Ya Allah”. Abah seumpama tahu bahawa dia akan pergi buat selama-lamanya.
Kami Redha dengan ketentuanmu, Ya Allah.

Abah,
Kami sekeluarga sangat-sangat merinduimu. Kami rindu dengan gelak tawamu. Kami rindu dengan masakanmu. Masih terlalu banyak yang belum aku pelajari daripadamu. Masih terlalu banyak cerita yang belum Abah sampaikan padaku, Namun yang pasti aku sangat mengerti dan memahami impianmu. Impianmu akan ku galas dengan penuh rasa cinta dan tanggungjawap. Damailah disana, Abah. Semoga rohmu dicucuri rahmat dan semoga segala kebaikanmu mengiringi perjalananmu.

Terasa seperti baru aku memeluk Abah dengan deraian air mata.

Abah tidak meninggalkan aku bersedihan tetapi Abah telah meninggalkan impiannya untuk ku kejar sepanjang hayatku… Inilah legasi keluarga kami.

Inilah Legasi Rahime Harun.

Kerana Cinta Aku Kembara-Los Angeles

The last time I was in LA was probably in 1989 with Abah and Mama. I was 10. What do you expect, the only thing that I remember was Disneyland and my hilarious roller coster ride with Abah. Owh, the good old days...

Every time I travel, I love to experience the people, the life, and yes the food.

caption for this photo would be "Talk to the hand, I'm having my taco now"
The truth is taco is not American food. We all know its from Mexico. But I guess I'm very much influence with Chillies Restaurant back at home. By the way, what is American Food? Mc Donald? KFC? Anyone?

We commute to one place to the other by the subway/metro. Very convenient, efficient and cheap.



First stop would be...Holywood. Like all tourist, we didn't miss our chance taking photos at the Walk of Fame and some other famous spots.

Next stop was the Universal Studio, LA. Since we ve heard few reviews saying that Orlando's Universal Studio is much more bigger and better so we decided not to waste our $$ for this entrance ticket. So just amik gambar jelah. Cukup syarat kan. And don't ask me why, this man is posing this way. For those who know Pojee, knows him la kan.

So we eat, yes eat again at the Bubba Gump Shrimp Co which I know now is also available at The Curve. Thanks to Naza Group who is responsible to bring this food chain in Malaysia. So as you guys can see me with my wide smile(smpai x nampak mata) it means goood la tuh.


Next stop, Walt Disney Hall. Since I got married to Pojee, I learn to appreciate and experience the architecture of a building. So apart from food, food and art museums, significant buildings is also what we search in the foreign land.

Kerana Cinta Aku Kembara...

August has been an extremely hectic month. So many things going on. Overload assignments, staff quitting their jobs and not to forget our extensive coverage for Kuala Lumpur World Marching Band Competition (KLWMBC). And yet, me and Pojee did a very brave move which we travel to the other side of the world within this crazy time of our life.

"Kerana cinta...aku kembara...." ( For the sake of love, i travel...)



At first, we were very contemplating with our decision. But when you got to go, you just got to go. I just thought that we need to move. Move on with our lives, move on with our ideas and jump outside our nice and comfy box. Enough said, decision has been made, bought our tickets, our bags are pack and we are ready to go.

The route for this trip was Malaysia-Los Angeles-Orlando-New York-Malaysia
( Yup, it s a trip around the world. And I'm very happy to claim that I've travel around the world.)
The whole trip took us almost 2 weeks(i wish its 2 months) but I can't barely leave my love of my life, my baby, my Ilham.
We left Malaysia on 7 August 2008 at 330pm.

Malaysia Airlines. Transit in Taipei. Pack flight. Maid of Honour. Ugly Betty. loads of juice.

Arrive in Los Angeles on the same day at 6pm. Pojee got stuck with the immigration for like 2 hours. Grrrr...We were told it was a random check( yeahh, rightt??). Our food stock load with chicken curry and all the goodies were stolen by the god knows what officer.

:( there my chicken goes, there she goes again ( remember that song?)

Check in Ramada Plaza Hotel, El Segundo. Good deal for USD79.

to be continue...

Dear Ilham,

I promise you to give you all the love. I ll taught you like what Tok Abah & Tok Ma taught me. You ll be my hope and my shinning amour. One day, you'll make us proud. Mummy loves you very much.

Your existence makes my life complete and more meaningful. You will be me sunshine everyday, forever.

Hugs,
Mummy

Mama

My love for her is beyond words. I could not find the right words to express my feelings for her. I guess that s why it took me so long a write about her.

She who i call mama, is the queen of my heart. Her love, strength and kindness that keep me being what I am. Being the only daughter and the only child left me with a greater responsibility. I know I am built to be that person for what I ve been trained for the passed 29 years and still learning. My mama is my pillar of strenght, only allah knows what I do without her...
in celebrating my love for her i decide to write about my mama. Zarina ariffin was born on 21 nov 1955 at Kota Bahru,Kelantan. I would consider her garang during my childhood years. Hey she's a scorpion, what do you expect? My mother was trained as a jewellery designer in Fine Metal, School of Art and Design, ITM (now known as UITM). That's where she met my Abah. My abah was a senior by 1 year on a different major. He was then in industrial design of the same school. I recall abah one day told me that he could still remember how sweet n petite was my mom on her first orientation week. I guess the courtship happens after that and once they graduated,they got married on December 1977. On 14 march 1979 I was born. According to mama, giving birth to me was really hard. I was born more than 9 months, kata org melayu lebih bulan. No wonder I was always over weight, over fed and overjoy.keh keh keh...

My mama broad me up with love and courage to be independent. Even though, I am the only child but I was never been pampered like what people thought. Mama would rotan me if I woke up late and if I escaped doing the house chores. At that time, we do have a maid but Mama remind me that never treat her like a maid. Mama said "You should be helping her just like your sister". My family lives in a moderate life. Since I was small, Mama taught me on how hard to earn money. She said you need to work for it. For instance, she would put a budget for my cloths say RM20 and if I want to have a cloth at RM30, I need to top up myself. So with that, I need to work. I ve done all sort of cleaning work in the workshop and I also take care of my parents shop in Central Market.

Since I was in primary school, I would share most of my stories with Mama. (Well, adalah yang PNC and tak boleh share) Mama remember all my friends since primary school until now. Mama knew who I admire and who I dislike. Mama will be my motivator, every time I feel down. I always thought that she has this extra instinct as a mother. Mana boleh tipu dia, sure dia tau. And if she said don't go then I better follow otherwise something bad might happen. Tak berkat orang kata kalau lawan cakap mak ni. It happens to me all time. I even let her know that I'm going to clubbing or going out with boys etc. So basicly, Mama knows almost everything. And for myself, I feel better talking to her. It ease my mind.

Mama have such a big heart. She always put other people first than her. Whoever who knew her, will agree with me. At times, I would argue why she s been so nice to people and as a result people take advantage of her. She said, 'Allah beri kita rezeki untuk dikongsi bersama yang lain'. So I rest my case.

Allah uji hambanya dengan pelbagai dugaan kerana hambanya ini mampu menanggung ujian itu.

Mama was diagnosed with Cancer on August 2007. It hit us and we were all in shocked. Abah was sad and I was clueless. ( i had my post on august 2007 on this issue). It took us awhile to gain our positive energy. It s been almost a year now, Mama had successfully complete her 6 session chemo, did her hajj this year with Arwah Abah, complete her oxygen therapy and have been traveling like she used to. Cancer is a disease but it s a life changing process for us. It change our view of life. Everyday, I pray that Allah panjangkan umur Mama, sembuhkan penyakitnya serta kuatkan semangat Mama untuk menghadapi dugaan yang mendatang.

For this I conclude this entry with this song...

Kau begitu sempurna
Di mataku kau begitu indah
Kau membuat diriku akan selalu memujamu

Di setiap langkahku ku kan
selalu memikirkan dirimu
Tak bisa ku bayangkan
Hidupku tanpa cintamu

Bridge:
Janganlah kau tinggalkan diriku
tak kan mampu menghadapi semua
Hanya bersamamu ku akan bisa

Coda:
Kau adalah darahku
Kau adalah jantungku
Kau adalah hidup ku lengkapi diriku oh sayang engkau begitu sempurna .. sempurna

Kau genggam tanganku saat diriku lemah dan terjatuhk au bisikkan dan hapus semua sesalku

Reff:
Kau adalah darahku
Kau adalah jantungku
Kau adalah hidup ku lengkapi diriku oh sayang engkau begitu sempurna .. sempurna
Sayangku engkau begitu sempurna.. sempurna.. sempurna..

I love you Mama.

Friend

To be a friend and to have friends is one of the noblest goals for which we can aim. Friendship is complex and has many facets, but it certainly exhibits the following five attributes:

Friendship means understanding and being understood... Friendship means affirming and being affirmed... Friendship means accepting and being accepted... Friendship means helping and being helped... Friendship means forgiving and being forgiven.

-- David J. Claasen

Cheers everyone, hope you guys had a great weekend. Mine was awesome. Meeting new clients in Mid Valley and having the opportunity to show our work is a satisfying moment for me. Call me sentimental, but I cried few times while doing my editing for manggis new promo. Few times I said to myself, I love my job.It 's all worth it. And syukur, Allah give me the talent for what I do.

Anyway, I would like to write about the above subject. Not a pro in this matter but I do know what a friend means.
I define friend as a person who you can be yourself. I don't have to pretend to be what they want me to be but most of all, just BE ME. As what David J. Claasen said ' Friendship means accepting and being accepted'.

A good friend tells you right in front of your face if you did wrong. A good friend fight. A good friend will confront you if you had any miscommunication. A good friend talk heart to heart. A good friend will be there when you need them. A good friend will share all your happiest moment in life. Most of all, Friendship means forgiving and being forgiven.

Life is short to have negative energy around us

Happy Life everyone!

My poor baby E-am

He had his haircut.

sigh...

hilang his charm with his freestyle hair.

uwaaaa :((

*anaknya rilex je, maknya yang overr.... anyway... uwaaaaa,,x tido malam tgk rambut e-am baru. so gonjeng!

My Manggis, My Life

Updates

My life been running fast lately. It seems my time is never enough. I ve been juggling with few responsibilities. My brain runs dry at times but hey no regrets. I love challenges and this is what I ask for. So Nazura, ambiklaa ko! Nak sangat cabaran...
So many things to update here. Hmm...let me start from the love of my life, Ilham aka E-am.

E-am will turn 3 this September. Whoaa..cepatnya kan... Its time to bake another little rascal, don't you guys think? OK.OK. MAKE BABY MODE:ON. How I wish its so easy kan... Ok, back to my son E-am. He is now everyday in Nursery. Thank God, he manage to fit in with his new friends. No more tears when I mention school. In fact, he would voluntarily jump of inside the car for school. So my routine will be like most working mom, sending my son to the nursery. His Toksu Jebat will pick him up from school and E-am will wait for Acu with anticipation. Like all kids(especially boys), E-am is very much into active activities. Currently, he is into football and obsess with his oyek-oyek(korek2) angkat which mean tractors. New hobby seems to be reading books. Unbelievable! It starts with me buying 1 storybook for his bedtime story. Every night Tok Ma will read for him before he go to sleep. And eventually, he starts to be demanding for us to read the story allll the time. Like wake up in the morning, cari buku. And while I'm watching TV, he would come to me and ask," Mummy, baca...". Errr...so me and my mom have read his books for more than 10 times. Both of us dah hilang idea nak goreng cerita. hahahahah...

Work. I ve been busy. I would say, my brain is the most busiest organ in my body. How I wish using brain can burn fats... I have a long list of things to do everyday and I would mark done at least half of the list and by tomorrow 1 will add another bunch of things to do. I ve been training myself to divide my time to 3 core business which is my manggis production, manggis fotografik, my family bussiness A.P Art Gallery. With the new arrangement, I am restructuring in few area. Old staff leaving and new staff coming in. New spirit of Manggis. Anyway, for those whose leaving Manggis, I wish you all the best and thank you for your service. For new staffs, I wish you Welcome to Manggis. You ve been selected to join our creative, fun and professional team. It will be a joyride of your lifetime.

In the meantime, I m trying my best to balance up work and life. I promise myself not to be so much career oriented until I forgot my family and my Allah. I want to be a better person. Better wife, better daughter, better mother and a better muslimah. Ya Allah, peliharalah imanku, solatku serta perkenankanlah doaku...

Its been 3 months since Abah left us. Rindunyaa dengan Abah...

A journal of a man I dearly love

click here to view the whole journal

*all sketches were done by Rahime Harun. He got his diary where he write poems and sketch his memories.

A tribute

On last 13 May 2008, an exhibition 'Cerita-cerita lain' was held at Muzium & Galeri Tuanku Fauziah, USM. A tribute for my late father Allahyarham Hj Rahime Harun was also done on the launching day. My late father had donated almost 30 pcs of his work and my mom's work to the museum last year. He also did some free lecture to the art students there. I recall my father used to say that he would not want to claim his lecture because he feels that it is his contribution to the society. At that time, I did not understand why he likes to do free job for people but after reading this:

“Apabila mati seseorang anak adam, terputuslah segala amalannya melainkan 3 perkara ; Sedekah Jariah, Ilmu Yang Bermanfaat dan Anak Yang Soleh Yang Mendoakannya”

I finally understand, Abah.

Happy Mother's Day : 11 May 2008

This year is my 3rd year celebrating Mothers Day. E-am know nuts about mother s day compared to Indah. Boy i cant wait to see him make me a card or even hug me with a mother s day wishes. Or only girls being thoughful with this sort of ocassion compared to boys..hmmm.
So what i did on mother s day? I free myself frm being mummy.hehehhe.selfish eh? Owh,,,i think i deserve a little break and have fun with my girlfriends. After a little chat with sity, I later send a message to all my uni girlfriends for a girls outing at the curve. So out of many girls(dont we feel good calling ourselves girls..ooo..i like), 7 girls turn up. They are sity, aida, lin, apit,nadya and maya ( eventho u r late maya, u are still counted okk,the effort that counts) oops,not to forget our little Zara n Fayyad. Me,Sity and Aida start the day with 'what happen in vegas' movie. Romantic + comedy movie are just perfect for our girls gathering today. Then, we went to marche for food and chat. Overall i guess everyone had a great time. All went home with an extra kg. Hahahhha.... We should do this more next time girls( i mean chit chat minus the food), no matter which group or geng we are, we should meet up like this. It s a healthy soul exercise, dont u think?

My experience : Hospital

For the past few years, Ampang Putri seems to be our second home. With Abah's continuous treatment and then I delivered E-am and later, Mama discovered her cancer in the same place. Even the convenient store salesgirl recognize me with a question ' So who's sick now?'.Well, anyway this entree is not to complain any party but just an experience which I would like to share with the readers. It goes something like this:

During my short stay in Royal Melbourne Hospital , I realized how much difference between our hospital and theirs. I'm not complaining about our hospital but I just thought how well sick people been treated so nice in a foreign land.
I lay down few real scenario that I ve experience in this hospital which I think is the best hospital I ever experienced.
(Please note that this hospital is just a goverment hospital in Melbourne).

Scenario 1
I would start the first scenario when my Abah had his sudden heart attack in my cousin's home at Brunswick. The first thing that connect us was the first emergency phone call that we ve made. The operator advised us to remain calm and continue with the CPR which we had started before we called them. Just within 5 or 10 minutes, we could hear the sirens. Once the paramedic reach us, then only we put down the phone with the operators.
(macam 911 programmed kan?)

Scenario 2
When the paramedic reach us, a guy named Craig introduced himself as the team manager. He immediately asked us all the infos like how it happen , his medication etc etc while the other team had started all the necessary procedure on the patient. When I looked out the door, I saw 2 ambulans with 1 fireman truck. I wonder 'eh, rumah terbakar ke ? bomba datang ni'.
Once everything ready to go, we were rushed out to go to the hospital and I remember 1 fireman cleaned up the rubbish that they have made before they left. Surprised? I AM.

Scenario 3
When we reached the hospital, all documentation runs very fast and we were attended by few personnel in the hospital. We were placed in a waiting room in the ER. The room is equip with water tap, sink and few chairs. Later, a sister named Susan came. She updated us what's going on and asked to feel comfortable in that room. We were never left there without not knowing what happen. Every 15 minutes, there were doctors and nurses came to update us. Once, everything stable, we were then moved to the ICU. Without any request, Susan came to me and gave me blankets and pillow for E-am to sleep.

Scenario 4
I, being truly Malaysian, as what we would normally do when we were admitted in our private hospital, first thought was definitely the hospital bills. There, none of them mentioned anything about bills to us. None of us asked us to make any deposit payment. Well, they did asked us wether Abah have any travelling insurans? Nope, he dont have one. And yet, they just smile and said "Don't worry about the bills Nazura, just think about your father now. We will give the best for him". I just stunned there.

Scenario 5
Every time I visited Abah, I noticed there's 1 nurse dedicated for him. Never, he was left alone. All question were answered with smile. There's no question left without an answer or 'let me asked the doctor' answer. Another thing which me and mama would never ever forget was the treatment that were given to Abah during his coma period. I recall one morning, I saw the nurse was holding a toothbrush. I wonder "nurse ni x gosok gigi ke dtg keje?". Then the nurse came to me and asked me to leave the room because she needs to clean up Abah. After 15 minutes, I came back and saw Abah so clean as if he had taken his bath. I then asked them wether do they clean up the patients once a day? The nurse answered "Nope, we do this every 4 hours in a day". I went closely near Abah and noticed that they even put lip balm on him, and not to forget a moisturiser for his eyes and face. I also noticed every 4 hours, they would reposition Abah so that he would not suffer from bed sore. When I touch Abah's feet, I noticed that his legs were padded with a special socks that circulate his blood. Besides the special socks, I realised that Abahs' mattress was also a special one which moves like a waves. Cool eh?

Scenario 6
During Abah's critical moment(nazak), the doctor came to me and asked me wether is there any special ritual things that we might need according to our religion. He then allowed us to have any visitors to visit him. Alhamdullilah, few ustaz came and did their prayer for Abah. Near the ICU, there's also a prayer room which any races can pray according to their religion.

Scenario 7
After Abah passed away, the nurse allowed me to enter the room before they took him to the morgue. The visual of that room was really something I will never forget. Abah face was cleaned and shaved. Beside his body, was a red rose. How thoughtful is that?

Scenario 8
On our last day before we transfered Abah to the Preston Mosque, I asked them again on our bills. Mark, the PR officer told us again that not to worry about that. Just go now and settle all your burial process back in Malaysia. So we just left the hospital without paying a single cent.

So with this 8 scenario, it definitely gave me a different perception on Australian people. It also change my views on how far away we are in hospitality services and facilities towards our people in Malaysia. Again, my experience in Melbourne is just in a goverment hospital, so I cant imagine if it happens in private hospital. Ntah macamanalah servisnya pulak..

Here, we pay for comfort in private hospital but yet nothing can compare the service that we received in Melbourne.

Sebagai pembuka mata dan hati betapa besarnya kuasa Allah, benarlah Allah Maha Pengasih dan Penyayang apabila Allah permudahkan urusan kami serta pelihara Arwah Abah ketika saat dia sakit dan ketika menghembuskan nafas terakhirnya di bumi asing ini.

Al-Fatihah to Tan Sri S.M Nasimuddin

Al-Fatihah

Naza Group Boss, Tan Sri S.M. Nasimuddin S.M. Amin passed away early this morning while undergoing cancer treatment in the United States. He was 53 years old

The news has been confirmed with sources within Naza although details are still sketchy.

It is not known how long he has been suffering from cancer but it is common knowledge that His wife, Puan Sri Zaleha was suffering from cancer some years back andalso underwent treatment in the United States.

We are still waiting for the official Press release on the cause of death and funeral arrangements.

The Naza group of companies is one of the biggest auto-related conglomerate in the country with interests ranging from motorcycles to parallel imports to own-brand assembly.

The passing of Nasimuddin will have a major impact on the industry

taken from http://blog.autoworld.com.my

Tan Sri Nasimuddin's family is one of Manggis clients in their private family events. It is a great honor to have captured their family memories. Semoga Allah mencucuri rahmat ke atas rohnya. Al fatihah.

40 Days

How fast time flies... Today mark 40 days after Arwah Abah left us. I thought I was getting over it quite well but today it just feel like saying goodbye for the second time to him. It feels the same as the first farewell that we had 40 days back in Melbourne.
I had tears all over me which I don't know why. Strange. I thought. since almost everyday I recite yassin and tahlil in front of his grave but it's exceptional for today. While reciting zikir Allahuakbar with my eyes shut, my tears falls. Today, the roof that have been protecting the grave was moved to the other as if it symbolized that he is ready to rest in peace. As what I understand from some hadis saying that in the period of 40 days, the soul will come and visit his love ones. To see wether are they praying for them and to bid the final farewell. Deep inside me, I know Arwah Abah did come and visit us. I can feel it and even had dreamt on him. I dreamt meeting him and asking him how is he. And with a gleaming smile he said that he's ok. I recall that in that dream he looks younger.
Today we did a Tahlil at the house. Alhamdullilah, almost 100 people came with doa for Arwah. I did a surprised gift for all Arwah Abah's siblings by giving them a photo journal that captured their memories from Abah's childhood days, his college years, family years, umrah and haji trips, the day that I got married, the day he had his first grandchild and the last journey that we had in Melbourne. Many of them had tears in their eyes. I had a tough time designing the journal as it took me days to finish it. Each page was design with tears and flashback memories. It s a very personal work of art.

As the days goes by, I wish I can move forward with my journey of life. But I shall not forget my dear Abah. I hope all my prayers will be his companion in his journey to meet Allah SWT.

First Time Fajitas

Just a quick note on my accomplishment of making chicken fajitas for the first time. It taste so good... kenapa? Tak percaya ke...

Teratak kami bagaikan bercahaya dengan kehadiran mereka

Alhamdullilah, syukur...Hajat Kak Mimi & Abg Didi terlaksana sudah untuk mengadakan majlis pembacaan dan khatam al quran buat Arwah Abah. Tak terkata betapa terharunya perasaan kami sekeluarga menyambut kedatangan lebih 40 orang pelajar-pelajar tahfiz ke teratak kami. Melihat air muka semua anak-anak ini, terbayang betapa sejuknya perut ibu yang mengandung anak-anak tahfiz ini. Kami menjemput mereka di Masjid Ulu Klang selepas waktu Isyak. Melihat kelibat anak-anak yang siap memakai jubah putih berserban, sambil tersemat al quran didada mereka, aduhh...hatiku tersentuh. Alangkah baiknya kalau arwah dapat melihat mereka ini. Datang dengan niat yang suci murni buat seseorang yang mereka tidak kenali.

Ada beberapa perkara buat renungan bersama:

Sketsa 1

Setelah selesai majlis, kami menyerahkan beberapa buah tangan buat pelajar Tahfiz. Kebetulan aku terdengar perbualan mereka.

Pelajar Tahfiz 1: Eh dapat apa dlm bag tu?

Pelajar Tahfiz 2: Dapat Quran aaa...(dengan nada gembira mereka berlalu)

Terdapat banyak lagi buah tangan yang diletakkan dalam beg tu, tapi Al quran memang menarik hati mereka. Kita?

Sketsa 2

Setelah selesai majlis makan, kami menghantar mereka balik semula ke asrama. Di dalam kereta Getz Moksu:

Moksu : Korang ni semua diam-diam je ke?

Pelajar Tahfiz 1 : Banyak cakap, gelap hati kak...