Tuesday, 31 May 2011

My son in-law.

           Suddenly out of the blues my eldest girl told me on the phone.
           'Mak I think I have found 'him'.
           'Him' Who ? I asked.
           'The man I am going to marry'
           It was so sudden.She was on project assignment in Kertih , Terengganu then.
           'You met somebody there? Then came out questions one after the other.Curious parents.Biasa la kan.
           I wanted to find out as much as possible about the individual who will possibly spend the rest of his life with my girl.I browsed through her photos.Not a man in sight.I gave up.All of a sudden my third called me and showed a photo of a man .'Kay'..that was it.I looked at the photo.He looked ok to me.Most important he dressed up like a decent good young man.he doesnt look like a mat rempit or a rugged hippy-like style.

wooosh...my handsome son in law

          I did not tell my eldest I have seen him.When she brought the subject I just did what any mother would do
        'Take him home.I want to see him in person.'.
        Now he is my son in-law.Although he is from Kuala Lumpur, he adapted fast like a kampung boy when he is here among us.The other siblings clicked to him fast.He is a very down to earth person.A good eater. I love to cook and I love to see him eat.Everytime they come home in Perlis,we would have barbeque and he is the one who will be in charge of the grill.
                                                 Nice couple.4 months before the wedding.

    One thing I noticed about him, he is crazy about T-shirts.He has a collection that I would suggest him open a stall at Pasar Malam and sell lelong for one night and yet still have a lorry at home..he he.
        Kay, I am happy to have you as one of us..You will soon learn that love and caring deeply about one another is the main subject here in our family.Thanks for making my girl happy.I pray to Allah you will be blessed with good health always so you will be able to take care of my girl and my sweet little Sara .....


TIT BITS you will enjoy

 Teacher:   Ted, if your father has $10 and you ask
him for $6, how much would your father still have?
Ted:          $10.
Teacher:   You don't know Maths.
Ted:         You don't know my father!

Mother:    David, come here.
David:      Yes, mum.
Mother:    You really disappoint me.. Your results
are getting worse.
David:       But I will only get my report book tomorrow.
Mother:     I know that, but I'm going Hong Kong
tomorrow so I'm scolding you now.

Father:   Why did you fail your Mathematics Test?
Son:      On Monday, teacher said 3 + 5 = 8
Father:   So?
Son:      On Tuesday, she said 4 + 4 = 8.  On Wednesday,
             she said 6 + 2 = 8. If she can't make up her mind,
             how do I know the right answer?

Girl:    Do you love me?
Boy:   Yes Dear.
Girl:    Would you die for me?
Boy:    No, mine is undying love

Man:    How old is your father?
Boy:    1 year older then me
Man:    How can that be?
Boy:    He became a father only when I was born

Teacher:   Simon, your composition on 'My Dog' is
exactly the same as your brother's. Did you copy his?
Simon:      No, teacher. It's the same dog!

Father:    Your teacher says she finds it impossible
to teach you anything!
Son:        That's why I say she's no good!

Teacher:    Where were you born?
Student:     Singapore , Sir.
Teacher:    Which part?
Student:    All of me, Sir.

Teacher:   How come you do not comb your hair?
Ah Kow:   No comb, Sir.
Teacher:   Use your dad's then.
Ah Kow:   No hair, Sir.

A boy came home from school with his exam results.
'What did you get?' asked his father.
'My marks are under water,' said the boy.
'What do you mean 'under water'?'

  They are all below 'C' (sea) level!'


Monday, 30 May 2011

Tragedy of the comics...

       Since those two comics I told you earlier in the last episode, I was always saving money and almost begging from my father for money to buy comics.Because he was seldom at home he had no idea I was all the time glued on to the comics.In fact I started exchanging them with my friends.
        Then in form one I got 12th place in the first term exam.Everybody got a shock.I was so ashamed I did not chat with Mariyani for days. Malu..My father took it very seriously. He asked my mum why.She revealed the secrets about the comics.
        Without any warning, he gathered all my comics and before I could do anything, there he was lighting a fire and all my comics were burnt to ashes..INCLUDING COMICS I BORROWED FROM FRIENDS..! !
         I cried all day till my eyes were swollen so much I could hardly opened them.I was trying to figure out at the same time how to explain to my friends about the lost.Their comics I mean.
         The next day at school I save every sen to repay back their money.Although they did not ask for it I felt so guilty about it.It took quite long to repay back each one...sob sob..
         For weeks after that I started to be serious again in my study like before.My mum was forever supportive although I was still sore about her telling my father about the comics...
         My father took every single opportunity to win back my heart like bringing home my favourite pink kropok..a bundle of them.Crabs for lunch(quite often) .he knew it was my favourite...At last we were back to normal...or I would lose an audience to sing to during his lunch hour remember ? ha ha.I love you ayah..

marketting for a reason..

             During school holidays I would cycle to the market to get fish and vegetables for my mum.Since my father was there selling fish (during his early years), I can choose any fish I like.Sometimes I would take some crabs, or squids or big prawns and lobsters.During those days there were plenty and cheap.
             After each examination results was out my father would proudly take me to his friends there at the other stalls and said." She got first again this time." Then those men would pat me on the head and said," Pandai anak hang na Hassan" As usual I would give my biggest smile .Usually I would get 40 cents from this man,30 from the other.he he..
           On the way home I would reward myself with the only magazine I loved most 'Majallah Filem' A magazine featuring local artists like Saadiah, P Ramlee, Sarimah, or Rafeah Buang, Sharifah Aini was a new face then..with her first album Seri Dewi Malam.
           Usually  I could buy more than one magazines with all the money.I would buy comics.I remembered my first two comics , 'Cabaran' and 'Korban Percintaan' . These two comics brought a tragedy to me later.Read more about what happened then.  Wait for my new post tmorrow...He he he...

                 Magazines of those days that made me saved every single sen to purchase them.

                                        This was the market that brought so much memories.
                                        Notice that not a car was in sight.Only trishaws,motorcycles
                                        and bicycles.People were crowded under the big tree to
                                        buy nasi lemak.

Si Tora Harimau Jadian..


    In Perlis long ago there was only one cinema in Kangar , two more in Kaki Bukit and Spg 4. Another one in Kuala Perlis.The one in Kangar was Empire theatre where mostly Malay films were shown while in  Kuala Perlis It was always Hindi films. Capitol Cinema came much later in Kangar.

                          This is a very old picture with Empire Cinema in it. Its the top left building.
                           You can see shop houses next to it.

 To get a clearer picture of Empire cinema,its the white building on the shop houses with the word 7up. It is the building in white near the big tree , far top right. Now you see it.good.

              When I was still a small girl there was this film showing."Si Tora Harimau Jadian" It was included in one of P Ramlee's films Ragam P Ramlee.I nagged my father day and night to persuade him to take me to the cinema.After much persuasions there I was, walking into the cinema just the two of us.It was already dark.The adds were showing.
              My father did not buy any tickets.He had a friend at the counter.Since there were not many people , I saw him signalling to my father and said, "Alah masuk la Hassan, bukan banyak orang pun" I was so proud of my father because we would be watching the film for free.
              He took me to the most front line.I had to look up to enjoy the film on the screen. Suddenly during the scene when the tiger (ghost) was about to jump on  its victim, I felt as if the tiger was jumping on me. I shrieked so loud my father had to pull me out of the cinema without a word.
             Outside he asked  ,"Why did u have to shout like that? "
             I answered "I felt like the tiger was going to gulp me into his mouth"
             At home that night, I felt my throat dry, I did not take my dinner.I was not feeling well.He came over to me and asked "takut lagi?" I nodded.
              He touched my forehead and said to my mum,"ambik ubat,budak ni demam." I was in bed for three days. Penangan Si Tora harimau jadian...Poor girl  .Terkejut sampai demam.....


Thursday, 26 May 2011

so very stoooooooopid !

Two rich men were talking over coffee one day and one of them said to the
other one. "Hey I tell you my driver is really stupid. If you don't
believe me I'll show you.
He called his driver Ah Beng over and said, "Ah Beng, here is a $10 note,
go to the car showroom and buy me a Mercedes".

To which Ah Beng replied, "Yes Sir! Right away, Sir!" and rushed off to
the Showroom.

The rich man then turned to his friend and said, "See, I told you he was

The other rich man said, "That's nothing, you want to see stupid, I will
show you stupid."
And he called his driver, Ali.

"Ali, go home now and check to see if I'm at home."
To which Ali said, "Yes Sir! Right away, Sir!" and ran home.

"See what I told you? He doesn't even have enough brains to know that I
cannot be at home if I am here."

Later on, the two drivers met on the road. Ah Beng said to Ali, "Eh, you
know my boss is sooooooo stupid. He gave me $10 and asked me to go to the
car showroom and buy him a Mercedes.....Doesn't he know that today is
Sunday lah, the showroom is closed!"

Ali replied, "You think your boss is stupid? My boss lagi worse, he asked
me to go home to check if he is at home... He got handphone what, he can
just call up to check lah, bodoh!!!"


Beng and Seng excited and locked the car in a hurry, forgetting to remove
the key which was in the ignition. Realizing the mistake, Beng asked, 'Why
don't we get a coat hanger to open it.'
No, that won't work' answered Seng. 'People will think we're trying to
break in.'

Then Beng suggested, 'What if we use a pocket knife to cut around the
rubber, then stick a finger in and pull up the lock?'

No,' said Seng. 'People will think we're too dumb not to use a coat

The kan cheong Beng shouted, 'we'd better think of something fast.
It's starting to rain and the sunroof is open!'


Ah Beng ordered a pizza and the waitress asked if she should cut it in six
or twelve pieces.
Six, please. I could never eat twelve pieces.


"Oh, look at the dead bird."

Ah Beng looked skyward and said "Where, Where got?"


A pregnant woman gets into a car accident and falls into a deep coma.

Asleep for nearly six months, she wakes up and sees that she is no longer
Frantically, she asks the doctor about her baby.

The doctor replies, "Ma'am, you had twins! A boy and a girl. The babies
are fine.
Your brother came in and named them."

The woman thinks to herself, "Oh no, not my brother, he's an idiot!"

Expecting the worst, she asks the doctor, "Well, what's the girl's name?"

"Denise," the doctor says.

The new mother thinks, "Wow, that's not a bad name!

Guess I was wrong about my brother. I like Denise!" Then she asks the
doctor, "What's the boy's name?"

The doctor replies, DeNephew.


To impress his date, the young man took her to a very chic Italian
restaurant. After sipping some fine wine, he picked up the menu and

"We'll have the Giuseppe Spomdalucci," he said.

"Sorry, sir," said the waiter. "That's the owner."

Monday, 23 May 2011



              My sister Mazila is the youngest among the siblings. She was two years old when my ayah passed away.She had a very faint memory about my father.Maybe she couldn't remember anything about him.She was too young to know. Her childhood days were filled with laughter and happiness, because during the sad years of poverty she was too young to understand.Her friends are mostly our neighbours of her age.
              When she was in her early teens she would try everything to fill her time.She played in the mud of the paddy fields,or went fishing .She goes on a raft and rowed like crazy when flash floods covered the paddy fields, climb small trees and even tried kicking balls like a boy.I guess she was more a tomboy when she was small.With hair cropped short,wore jeans and t-shirt she looks like a boy alright...
               She was much pampered by my mum, maybe because she was the youngest .Poor as we were , we still tried to fulfill her wishes.I used to buy materials and made a frock for her., sometime a gown, with no sleeve(to save material).he he...
                Like the rest of us she was good in her studies.I remembered seeing her photo in the papers when she received the best student award in her STP from His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Perlis at that time.When she furthered her studies in a university in Penang (USM ) we were tremendously happy.We knew then she will have a better life in future.
                Now she is a happy mother of three.Living opposite my house (my mum insisted we live in the same neighborhood ).It is a common thing to see us doing butter trade in groceries.Now my mum stayed with her because her children still need some helping hands from their grandmother..Life is indeed getting better......

                                                          Unlike me , she is active in sports

                                            Followed my footsteps, always jadi MC at functions.

                                                                   A smile of satisfaction.

Why I owe her so much


                                            My mak with my daughter Faten                                                              
        I have written a bit here and there about my mum so much so I forgot to have it written in full. Something specially just for her...
        In the early part of her as a teenager my mum's story resembled a little bit like my grandma.She had my father as her steady one long before she knew the elders were arranging for  her marriage to a man from the nearby kampung.Long ago girls especially couldn't go against the parents as far as marriage is concerned.So however she pleaded and cried no one would hear her.Their say was final.
        But no one can go against the plan of the almighty. She finally got the dream of her life.She married the man she want.My father.The couple has 4 children.Which she successfully nurtured .                
       .Since then she stayed with the husband (my father) through thick and thin until he passed away .
        My mother looked quite familiar to my youngest sister  while I am after my father..I am so grateful of my mum.She took care of all my children when I go to work.I am grateful to that.She refused other marriages after my father died.She kept aside all the joy of life .She was still young when my dad passed away then.She was barely 31......thanks mum..

Saturday, 21 May 2011

The incredible story of a kampung man...


                                                                  My grandfather

              Perhaps the most awesome story to tell is about my late grandfather on my mother's side.My grandmother married him at the age of 14.She was a tall fair girl (so fair people call her Cik Puteh).At that time my grandpa had been married a number of times.When he was bored with any wife he would divorce her.So I asked my grandma if she knew it all along why took the risk to marry him ? The answer was simple for a village girl, he was a wealthy man with acres and acres of padi fields.So my great grandparents thought life would be easier for her .
             It did not turn out that way .Only about two months after the marriage he started to hunt other girls.Unfortunately my grandma was pregnant.So fast? ish ish !On top of that the house they lived in was very near a cemetry.Being left alone every night my grandma was getting very scared.The husband came home at wee hours enjoying himself with God knows who...
              Couldnt take it anymore my grandma  ran to her parent's home about 2 kilometres away.There was no proper road then.All she could think of was to escape from the house.
             With only a piece of batik sarong securely tied on her body, she ran for her life in the dark passing through the paddy plants.During those years , paddy plants were as tall as 4 to 5 feet.We can imagine how those rough leaves bruised her tender skin.
            She kept on running.lost her way. fell. Got up and ran again until at last she saw the roof of her old house.
             She did not see him anymore after that.Anyway he was glad when she left because he got married again soon after that.
.          .Although he was married many times he only had 3 children.All girls, including my mom.Rich as he was my mum only inherited a few acres of his land.
             God's fate was such. During his young age he had lots of friends and admirers around him ,when he died there were only his three girls there to watch him took his last breath.A man with his own remarkable record...Altogether he had been married 18 times...! ! !

                                                 My grandma 3 years before her death.

                                                 People visiting his jenazah..after his death

.Ssssh...what girls play long ago...


          Looking back to those days , the sweetest memory was of course when it came to playing.Most of the time children those days filled their free time playing.No tuition, no swimming or music class.also no karate,computer, or ballet class.All we knew was play,play and play.
             Besides' kawin-kawin' we girls would play masak-masak or cooking (children way).The time chosen to play was around 2pm where most mothers took their afternoon naps.Each one would sneak into the house to 'steal' one or two onions, pots, and oil.Then we would pick up whatever vegetables we could find around the compound...
            Then came the cooking time.It was so thrilling to start frying the onions.the sizzling sound was the most satisfying. Everybody acted like so busy.Went into the house again to 'steal ' some plates.When everything was served everyone pretended like they were eating their food.But nobody put it into their mouths.He he...
             Tidying has to be done fast before mother woke up.Washed up fast.Then silently went through the back door to keep the plates in place.Phuuuh relieved....

Friday, 20 May 2011

a double celebration for Faten and Brother Imi on Convo Day...

 Faten standing second from the right sharing sweet moments after the ceremony.

Faten and I              

                 Yesterday I attended my daughter's convocation at UITM Arau .We started early because I knew parking would be a problem if we are late.Managed to park under a big shady tree..cool...Good so when everything was over it wont feel like we are entering an oven.
                 Before the ceremony began ,we were entertained with soft traditional music.So soothing.We did not feel the time flew so fast.Then parents took their seats quietly in the grand hall, followed by the procession of graduates.We were excited but it was a pity we did not have the chance to snap any closer photos here .
                 Then came the general procession followed by the procession of the pro-chancellors into the hall.Soon after that the award ceremony for degrees and diplomas began. Graduates went up the stage to receive their awards.Grinning, radiant,glowing faces caught the flashlights of the cameras.
                 After the second half of the awards presentation, we were entertained by a sweet really sweet voice of a girl, maybe a student too,who touched our hearts with her songs.The convocation ceremony committee must have done their homework because the songs were for the right audience aged above 45.The music was good.Everybody relaxed in their seats .In fact we wanted more...
                  Speech by the pro-chancellor came after that.Frankly speaking I said to myself this is going to the most  boring part.I hate speeches.Looking at his face, he looked stern and strict and one can imagine how the speech would be like...But my thoughts were wrong..He was absolutely good.The minute he opened his mouth I was stunned.Without a text in front of him, he just spoke his mind, his deep voice sometimes went up and down following what he was delivering.We stayed rooted to our seats.He was like an actor, a grandfather giving advice to his grandchildren, a friend giving good opinions and a good educator who knows his business well.That was the best speech I have ever heard.It motivated us parents and of course the graduates.Thank you sir ..
                 Then the ceremony was over .Everybody taking photos here and there.Graduates holding flowers in their hands.Happy.We drove home .We did not feel our empty stomachs groaning.Only our faces smiling from ear to ear....
Dr Abd Rahman Arshad who had delivered the best speech ever...   

On the same day my second son also received his scroll, a degree in architecture at UITM Shah Alam.So his father was there to share his best moments.Here are some of the captures for the day.

Triumph ! !

Ahmad Khazimi with his proud father

A special lady to share his good time...            

Tuesday, 17 May 2011

My eldest ....my friend ( famila)Cont.


    Famila my eldest daughter has been through thick and thin with me all along.She has seen and tasted lots of real life experiences in the family ,sweet,sour,bitter and hot.
    As young as 12 years of age she has acted like a matured girl of 20.I could discuss anything with her.When I was at my most depressed stage of my life, she was my backbone who would stand for me no matter what.
   When her other siblings were still small she could take charge of anything I asked her to do.She has a family of her own now and living very happily with her hubby Kay and daughter Sara.May God bless you my girl..

gave birth on the floor !!!


                                             My third child...a girl.

                  24th April 1989 marked another sweet memories when I had my third baby. A girl this time.
 Weighing 3.6 kilos, I delivered her at home before dawn.She wanted to come out so fast I did not have the time to go to the hospital.
                   It was a funny thing in a way.I felt a sudden pain.A midwife in the neighbourhood was called.Pulled out the table cloth in the dining room to act as a mat under my back.Then there she was .So sweet and juicy giving her first cry.If I took the trouble to go to the hospital which is only 2 kilometres away I would have delivered her in the car..!
                   From small she likes 'bergaya' often in front of the mirror. At 5 she would take my kebaya and put on her.Wore my high heels and did her catwalk around the living room.Once I gave her a pang on the back because she broke my lipstick I just bought. She would ran into her room and stayed there until we have to call her many times or pretended to break the door open.
                   Now she is doing her degree .Hopefully by middle of next year it will be over.
Fashionwise she is a bit like me. Will always have a new outfit for a function.Luckily her big sister is there to the rescue.I guess she is much pampered by her elder siblings.Just look at her photos below...always nak bergaya...

                                                           21 year old girl Faten


Gorgeous ..



cute Suhail (4 years old)

Suhail left , with a friend. 
               I have had two lovely girls and one boy.When I conceived again in 1994 it was a hilarious event when I delivered a baby boy.Now I have 2 girls and two boys.
               He was big , almost 4 kilos.This time I was able to go to the hospital because the pain came slowly at first. Then suddenly the contraction multiplied fast.Into the labour room at 7pm and he was out into this world by 940 pm.
               He showed talents in singing too.always sang at school functions.Now he has his own band at school.Have seen him singing on stage a couple of times.

                                        Singing and playing the guitar with his band group

                                                         Suhail on sports day...

               He is completely attached to his computer.Almost all day he will be glued in front of the computer. Although he is studying in a cluster school, I am still worried about him .It is a normal thing to hear me blabbering most of the time..
                After year 6 he was selected to a boarding school in Perlis.Tak tahan.asyik homesick.( The school is only 2 kilometers from home !! ) So transfer la pula to Derma school.Another elite school here.

               The other side of him is quite soft.he would worry over very small things sometimes.His good friends resemble 1 Malaysia.A mixture of multiracial friends.
               Compared to his siblings at his age ,he is quite good in his English language.Maybe due to him being rooted to his computer..I hope he grows up to be a fine young man just like his brother .....

                                             Suhail with mommy on prize giving day at school at primary level.

Suhail singing a number made popular by Mawi...Kian

holiday time


The father of my children.

              He is a man of few words. seldom speaks.But when he is with his friends he seemed cheerful.That is the time to see him laughing and sharing his point here and there.
              He is from Beseri., about 8 kilometres from Kangar. His sister Zaizah is a good friend of mine. His mother passed away about 18 years ago followed by his father 14 years later.
               There is nothing much to tell actually.He is a very simple man.Loves eating.He is not a picky eater like his children.I would spent hours in the kitchen and he would spent hours eating them.kah kah kah.
                During his younger days he was a sportsman.He played almost everything ,hockey, football, rugby you name it.Its a pity not one of his children follow his steps in sports.
                One thing I notice he loves traveling very much.would jump at any idea to travel.He is very fit too although he is quite plump..He could cycle about 35 kilometres a day( usually early in the morning).
              I pray to God he will be in good health always, so he will able to see how his children move along this beautiful life..under his very eyes.....

                                                                    A good footballer

                                                            With his office mates


                                                                 Working in the office

                                                                Sports Day at KGFP

                                                         The day before he retired

                                                                   Those happy times

Imi..The incident at the toilet..

                                                                My second boy

                                                             Imi 8 months old.Chubby.

   In 1984 I gave birth to a boy .Everyone said he is a duplicate of me.Feature wise , everything.The most remarkble one is he sings just like me.He loves drawing too.I remember when he was 17 in MRSM , I was called to the college                                                                                                                                   
        .My son had drawn a big sketch on the white matress in his dorm.The teachers took it as vandalism.He told me he has no drawing paper left, the need to draw was so desperate , so he drew on the mattress          then.After a warning in front of the senior assistants , they let him go.                                                           
     That did not surprise me at all, cause on the wall in his room back home was the biggest drawing ever.(His  masterpiece he said)                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               
    When he was in the primary school he represented the school in the story telling competition in Bahasa Melayu.He was the champion for three consecutive years.Now he is an architect. He still draws and he still sings .                                                               .                                                                                      

Below: At 4 years old and the next photo,he was telling his story at the State Library.An incident happened just before he was about to tell his story.He told me he had a stomach ache.The audience waited for 15 minutes for him to appear on the stage.When I followed to see, he was not answering his natures call.He just sat on the bowl and wandered into space...His excuse..nervous..
       I almost dragged him to the stage.But he stole the hearts of many after that when he sang Penyambung Warisan (Sudirman song)at the end of the story.He won again.When his name was called as the winner he looked at his proud mother from the corner of his eyes and gave me his sweetest smile...... phuuuh..                                                                                             

                                                                        Imi 4 years old

                                  Imi in pink ..main vocal in the nasyid group (at 6 years old.)

                                                                story telling competition

                                    The three years champion story teller was called for interview at
                                   Kangar Radio and was able to recite his winning story on air...

                                              His last day at boarding school (MRSM )

                                                      A handosome young man now..he he.         

Monday, 16 May 2011

Seniwati Saadiah...The Malaysian Primadona..

..                                                        The many faces of Saadiah

     When we mentioned about Malay Film Production, the name of this great actress will never be forgotten.Saadiah or her real name Satya bt Baharum has always been the most sought after actress known for her great acting in the movies at that time.
                                       She acted so real in the films so much so we thought it was real.As if she was not acting in front of the camera no matter what role she is playing in the films.
                                        She was a beautiful lady, the prim and proper type any mother would love to have as a daughter in law.In many of her films she was seen beautifully clad in her kebaya and batik lepas.
                                        My personal observation says she looked most beautiful in Antara Dua Darjat.The scene where Tan Sri P Ramlee was playing the piano and she as Tengku Zaleha was dancing nearby was the most remarkable.She looked like a Malay teenager so much in love and naive at the same time.
                                         Remember her as Puspawangi in Musang Berjanggut? or Azizah in Penarek Beca.No one can deny her terrific talent in acting.We cried with her , laughed with her  following her great role in her films.
                                          Her equally talented daughter Fauziah Ahmad Daud is no exception.Our film industry has two very talented people that catch our attention every time they appeared on the screen , a priceless masterpiece of all times...

                                                  The expression on the face...so real..

                                                Just as talented , her daughter Fauziah Ahmad Daud

                                                                  The beautiful Saadiah.

You could see her shapely figure.And more interesting her husband Dato' Ahmad Daud also acted in this film.

                                      The witty Saadiah in Siti Muslihat.Most of all the songs in
                                       the film were all entertaining.

                                            The same goes to this one.She looks gorgeous too.
                                                     With the handsome Ahmad Mahmud.

    I reserved this picture as my last.Look at that smile.
 I saw Saadiah at the peak of her beauty in Antara Dua Darjat.
                                          A beautiful Malay girl, that suited her role in the film .