Wednesday, 31 August 2011

My brother Mazri...

             This is my other brother.Mazri. The one that used to wait for me on his bicycle when I was a temporary teacher after form five..Will never forget that.On raya day years ago, he and my other siblings would stay by the window looking at other children passing by in their new clothes..
            Never a word of complain uttered from his mouth then..Only silence..He must be very sad as a young boy of  11 when my dad passed away..


                                         With his wife dalam susah dalam senang.

                 With his two daughters.He had another elder girl who died of leukimia at the age of three..If she is alive she would be as grown up as my daughter Faten...

                                          He has open house on second day of raya. I was only able to attend after 4pm, becoz  I have many guests myself at home..

          When I reached his house orang dah semakin kurang dah...There was lots of many varieties to choose from..

                                                              With them at the front door..

                           My daughter Faten with my little cucu ,Sara in his living room.

                The party continued until night.He celebrated his birthday  on 31st August. We had barbeque kambing, satay , soto, and lots of deserts and ice cream...
                He is a very successful man now .Fate is such..Thank you Allah.I am happy for him.He never forgets his big sister though, with all the wealth he has .He is still humble, still donates a lot, unlike my other brother he spends money very lavishly and  lives to the fullest..
                May Allah continues to shower him with happiness and good health.The past is not forgotten ..It still lives in our hearts , in our mind..

My brother ...

    You must be wondering why there is no story about my brother( the second in the siblings ).Dia susah sikit nak snap photo dia.This hari raya I have the chance to take candit shots .The day we went to his house on hari raya day.
  (   He was 18 when  who took care of the family when I went to college.Refer to my older post.)
             His new house is in process.Fully designed by the architect in the son Ahmad Khazimi. A four roomed house.Every room with windows over looking the trees and the small river behind it. When you build a house in the village you can extend, enlarge it anyway you like .The space is unlimited.Lain la dengan kita beli rumah2 taman ni.


                                   Quite spacy inside.I like it..This area is the family room.

       Look at him, on hari raya day he wears sarong and t-shirt just like any other day.In fact he goes to KL often wearing only slippers ( slipar Jepun pulak tu..! ! kah kah)

              I am glad he lives a happy life. In fact both he and my second brother build houses using only their savings...! ! Not stingy but thrifty...

Tuesday, 30 August 2011

When my son starts to cook..

        Yesterday was the last day of fasting.My daughters were busy helping me in the kitchen.Faten prepared some fried meehoon, Famila prepared lontong, I cooked rendang to pair with the ketupat,Baki2 hati ayam was left to Famila.She cooked rendang hati pula.
        Then my son Khazimi came into the kitchen.Face very cheerful.
        " Buat apa semua orang.? "
        " Masak la .Untuk buka posa and untuk raya esok." I said..
        "Abang nak masak la emak." A statement made.
        "masak apa.Semua kami dah masak."
        " sambal tumis petai. " he requested."
        "Eleh senang pun tak tau" commented the others..

          He was very happy to learn that special dish he loves so much.Step by step he did it.Sambil muka sengeh2 he proudly announced about his cooking.'Yeah siap ! "
          Because everyone nak cook, by the end of the afternoon, makanan berlambak atas meja.
" B A N Y A K   nya " My eldest exclaimed..Tu dia baru sedar dah terlebih masak..
          Just look at the food below. Ada lontong to go with nasi himpit, kuah lodeh and sambal bilis. Ada
murtabak, ketupat with rendang, fried meehoon, rendang hati, ayam masak merah,nasi tomato, sambal tumis petai,and agar2 kosong.! !

         OMG banyaknya makanan....Tetapi tak membazir, he he.because I sent some to my sister's house opposite mine,and also to my neighbour's house..And of course dishes like ayam masak merah and sambal tumis and ketupat boleh di bawa kehadapan for raya ......just put in the microwave tomorrow...he he..

Friday, 26 August 2011

Anak2 balik beraya..

         Its a yearly event to celebrate.Hari Raya.Tunggu anak2 balik is another thing.At last masa tu pun sampai. The sound of the car arriving depan rumah woke us up.It was 3 am...
        My precious little one was fast asleep.kesian tengok dia. mesti letih..A 500 kilometer come home to an excited grandma...
        Her mum, my eldest put her on the bed. I've changed the bed sheet and the comforter 2 days ago.Its cosy and comfortable.
        After a few words I went straight to the kitchen, my other younger children were busy opening bags for their new baju raya their big sister bawa balik.Everybody was happy.
        I headed straight to my kitchen, ready to cook for sahur. Buat daging goreng lada hitam, sayur lemak rebung and ayam panggang. Tumbuk sambal belacan cecah petai. Seronok tengok anak2 makan.Nasi panas2 di senduk ke pinggan licin sekelip mata.
        After subuh prayers, everybody sat at the family corner di ruang tengah rumah.Sembang lagi.The last time we all met was last month.But it seemed like years...
        Suddenly baby jaga.Her mum went pick her up.There she was, giving me the sweetest smile ever..
I stood up, " mai kat tok"..I know I am getting older and weaker each day but I am pleased to grow old with my loved ones around me..Holding little Sara close to my heart I thought ...age is just numbers, I want to grow old gracefully...  So that I will be able to stay healthy to witness this similar moment forever and ever....

Thursday, 18 August 2011

slipper Kontoi dalam kuali.

          When I was living in Telok Kacang , my nearest neighbour was a chinese family.I called the lady Maknya. Maknya had three children.I only remember the youngest one because the nickname given to him was so funny.Maknya called him Kontoi.Kontoi was only 9 years old then..
           Kontoi was a very active boy.He was always running about.His favourite was playing aci with his brother in the house.And when they were running around the house you could hear Maknya shrieking." Haiya Kontoi !"
           One evening I smell something nice from her house."masak apa Maknya? bau sedap." She was holding a ladle and was stirring something in her wok.
          " Goreng mee." She said smiling to me.Her fat chubby face sweating.
          Suddenly I heard Maknya's voice shrieking like she was going to burst her throat.She was blabbering in Hokien..What I saw was terrible.Maknya was lifting a slipper from the wok.Then I heard her shouted
           " K O N T O I ! !"
         Slipper masuk dalam kuali.?? Mampus ! I did not want to imagine what happened to Kontoi after that..Maknya was chasing him and Kontoi was at top speed running for his dear life.....

Friday, 12 August 2011

Bakat yang semakin kabur...

           Orang dulu2 kata kalau kita buat sesuatu kerap semasa mengandung, maka benda itu akan turun kepada anak dalam kandungan.
           I really believed this.When I was conceiving my second baby, hobby saya tiap2 hari melukis.I love sceneries sebab saya rasa yang tu saya pandai sikit.bukan banyak pun.tak terror pun...Potraits jangan cuba2.Langsung tak tau.
           When I was teaching English in class , I selalu cari peluang melukis di papan hitam, apatah lagi bila mengajar lukisan , suka gila.Budak2 pun enjoy, sebab teacher pun melukis sama..
           Below are 2 of my drawings.I keep these since 1984..saja sayang nak buang bakat kabur yang saya miliki.
          I only used crayons and water color pinjam budak2 punya..kah kah.kedekut punya cikgu..

       When my second boy was still in primary school, he simply loves drawing.Betul lah kata orang tua.Bakat yang tak seberapa itu telah menurun kepada anak saya yang ini.
       When he was in boarding school, he was caught drawing on the mattress. I was called by the principle.He was charged  for vandalism.(refer to my earlier post).
      Saya tak terkejut, sebab semua dinding kosong di rumah penuh dengan lukisan dia.Until now I still buy him sketch book...
      He is an architect now. Sesuai lah dengan hobi dia melukis. Lukis lah puas2..he he

   Lukisan2 ni dah jadi kelabu and kabur, sekabur bakat yang saya ada semasa melukisnya dulu....

Saturday, 6 August 2011

Man oh Man..! !

 NO. 1 A man was so jealous of his newly born baby that he put poison on the wife's nipples while she was asleep.  The next day, their driver died of poisoning.

A man is dying of cancer, but keeps telling people he is dying of AIDS. His son asked Dad why?  He answered so that when I am dead, no one will sleep with your mum.

A lady lost three panties in her house and blamed her maid in front of the husband. Maid said sir you are my witness you know I never wear panties.

Friday, 5 August 2011

Budak budak sekarang..tak sangka ! !

          I was about to leave the class.Year three class.Filled with small cute faces of children from the villagers around the school.
        After three stretch periods I was almost out of breath.5 minutes before the bell rang. I said to them."        Any question about what we learned just now ?.Anybody wants to ask anything? '
        All of a sudden the girl who sat right under my nose said .
       " Teacher awat hari ni teacher tak pakai cincin sama dengan baju? selalu sama !" Her face curious as if I have committed a big crime.
        I smiled and said.
       "Hari ni teacher lambat sikit.Tak dan nak ambik cincin yang match dengan baju."
Just as I was about to stand up to get hold of my handbag, another one said .Her face wanted an explanation from me.
        "Eyeshadow pun tak sama teacher "
        I terkejut.Hai budak2 ni.selama ni they were observing what I wear to school everyday. Ish ish.

                                Ni la muka2 yang rajin mengusik saya setiap hari..will miss them..

        I stood before the two of them and ask "La, dok perhati teacher pakai apa ke? "
        " Ya, dan satu lagi, lama dah teacher tak pakai rantai. Pasai apa? "
        I said aloud, " Sapa suka teacher pakai rantai, cincin, gelang ?"
        The answer was loud enough "S U K A ! !" the whole class shouted.
        One of the two girls again said." Teacher tudung banyak mana kat umah ?"
        I answered frankly. " Banyak., boleh buka kedai ! I perli balik."
                Moral of the story. Jangan anggap kanak-kanak tak tau apa orang dewasa buat.They are very observant indeed.I made my way to the door." Thank You class."
          And their innocent reply." T HANK YOU TEACHER". Then I paused. Looking at the two girls and said.
        " Baju mana teacher pakai cantik sekali." I was grinning then..( Kalau orang dengar mesti orang kata , teruk sungguh cikgu ni he he).
        Almost automatically, both said, "Baju teacher pakai hari guru tahun lepas cantik!" and they put their thumbs up.They even remembered last year's dress? OMG.
       Typical of women, When I made my way upstairs, I was not thinking of the next period in year 6, instead I was trying to figure out in my head.." Baju mana aku pakai teacher's day tahun lepas.? ? ?..

Tuesday, 2 August 2011

Ramadhan...comes again...dengan rahmatnya..

     Today is the second day kita puasa.Just like other mothers I start to be busy in the kitchen sebelah petang.Maybe around 3.30 ptg.Masak untuk berbuka puasa.Tak banyak sejenis dua saja lauk.tambah agar2, tambah kurma, lepas btukar2 dengan jiran.last2 penoh juga meja.
      Setiap kali datang Ramadhan halaman rumah saya menjadi laluan jemaah yang datang bersembahyang terawikh di surau belakang rumah saya .Pintu belakang rumah saya and the gate to surau is only a few steps away.
      Every night as early as 730pm pintu pagar belakang akan di buka,and we will switch on 6 lampu, so that they dont stumble  along the way especially the old ladies, including my mum.
      Bahagianya saya, siapa pernah menyangka saya akan di anugerahkan rahmat ini setiap Ramadhan tiba.
Lampu akan terus terpasang sehingga  1130 malam.Sehingga semua habis bertadarus.
      Sebelah pagi seawal 530 lampu luar dipasang semula untuk kemudahan to those performing their subuh prayers.
      Moga2 bila saya dah tak ada lampu akan terus terpasang, pagar akan terus terbuka setiap Ramadhan tiba, dan kubur saya akan cerah dengan keberkatan itu. Amin..


                Khemah di pasang untuk kemudahan orang menikmati more selepas bertarawih..