Monday, 30 July 2012

Kes teruk punya...

 

     I was at the night market. Masa tu it was near the Kangar Market. I was looking for nasi kandar, to fulfill permintaan Faten yang memang suka nasi kandar masa tu.When she was quite small. Now not so anymore.

     Orang ramai sungguh, maklum baru gaji. I kena beratur panjang. Punya la lama tunggu. In front of me was a lady in white uniform, looked like a nurse. Then ,I dah dekat dah dengan periuk2 kari mamak tu. Second in the line after the nurse.

    Suddenly out of the blues a lady appeared, dengan rambut kusut masai, quite a fat lady, sweating all over, she confronted the nurse and said at the top of her voice.
    "Ooo, ni rupanya hang na.Pompuan tak guna,..ambik laki orang. awat tak dak $#@&^* hang nak buat laki, selain dari laki aku."

     I stepped backwards. "ni kes bermadu ni " I thought.
     Everybody looked on, semua macam enjoying a little bit of entertainment there, to kill the time beratur panjang.

     The nurse looked baffled.
     "Hei silap orang kut, saya tak pernah ambik laki sapa."

     The fat lady came nearer. Then with all her effort she gave a big punch on the nurse's back.
     Gedebap ! !
     I watched with fright, it must be painful looking at her big hands..Kesiannya kat nurse tu.
     The nurse shouted back. "oi gila ka, sapa ambik laki hang ? , senang2 tumbuk orang."

      "Dah ambik laki aku, anak aku pun hang nak ambik.bagi balik anak aku .bagi balikkkkkkkk ! "
      Sambil kaki menunjal2 tanah dan tangan menarik2 rambut sendiri.

     Siapa pun tak berani tolong.A few men , (must be pondan) sebab tak tolong push the fat lady aside.They only looked on with interest.

     Then the towkey nasi kandar baru dongak kepala tengok apa jadi.Dia baru realized ada orang gaduh depan periuk gulai dia .ish ish

       He shouted to the fat lady, " Pi pi.jangan kacau sini ! ! "
       I think he knew her.When the lady refused to move he shouted again " PI ! !"

       She left the place sambil mulut masih bercakap." Tak malu ambik laki orang.Pompuan $%#@&...

       Mamak nasi kandar said, " pompuan tu bukan betul," sambil tunjuk sign ."Gila ! " Tiap tiap hari dok merambu sini. Kacau orang.. "

      I pitied the nurse, she turned to me and said " Malang sungguh saya petang ni, tak pasai2 kena tumbuk dengan orang gila ."
     
       A few days later I was in the car in front of the post office ,waiting for a friend, cermin tingkap terbuka pulak.
      Suddenly I saw her coming towards me. kelam kabut tutup cermin tingkap tak sempat tutup habis.Nasib baik sempat kunci pintu kereta..
      She tried hard to open it in vain.

      " O0 hang ingat hang lawa sangat kut, tengok cermin tu, aku lagi lawa dari hang.Pompuan tak malu ambik laki orang "
      Passes by semua tengok. But I think they knew, she was crazy. Failed in her attempt to touch me, she went away sambil maki2.
      "Ingat dia lawa, cih, tak guna , $#%&@ punya pompuan..."

       Kesian dia. Dont know what she has been tru, it must be so unbearably painful that she turned crazy.....

       I told my friends at school.
       "sapa la laki dia tu na ? " one said.
       "Ish , awat tak cari lain, berlambak lagi laki dalam dunia ni" sorang lagi menyampuk.
       "oi hangpa ingat senang ke, dah tak kerja, tak dak rupa pulak..ingat senang nak cari..? "
       " Patut pi ajaq laki tu, ni dok pi tumbuk orang tak bersalah buat apa."
      
       That morning the staff room became very hot, buka kipas full blast pun tak rasa sejuk.All the men teachers lari keluar.

        " kami tak masuk campur." they said ..
        Someone shouted to the men, " hangpa pun sama ...! !" he he..



       





 

Saturday, 28 July 2012

Tua2 pun penakut..

     

          It was the first day of puasa. Promised with a few ladies to go to surau at 12 in the afternoon for tadarus.Hari mula, semangat tinggi semacam . 15 minutes to 12 ,I was there in the surau already. Picked up a broom and started to sweep here and there, bukan apa tempat dah bersih,  buang taik cicak saja.Cicak ni kalau dah mula melepas satu tempat tu, maka tempat tu la tiap2 hari ada benda hitam putih tu, especially di bawah lampu.

          Opened up my qur'an and while waiting for the rest to appear I recited the Al Kaffi.Surah ke 18 dalam Al quran.My Ustazah said surah Al Kaffi ni bagus sebagai pelindung diri.Kalau susah nak hafal satu surah 110 ayat,boleh saja hafal 10 ayat pertama dan 10 terakhir. Elok di baca pada hari Jumaat.Akan di ampun dosa kita antara dua Jumaat tersebut.



          It was extremely quiet. Mata meninjau ke bahagian depan surau, kain pemidang yang memisahkan jemaah lelaki dan perempuan merintangi ruang. Cantik jugak design pada kain tu I thought.

         I continued reading. Once in a while the wind blew softly , with the rustles of the leaves followed. Suddenly rasa semacam. Awat sunyi pelik sangat ni.Memang la sunyi pun .bukan ada orang lain.

         My thoughts mula terganggu.Fikir macam2.. I closed the quran and started to read ayat kursi, mula2 whispering, then bertambah kuat sikit.
         Hai ni kah yang dinamakan godaan syaitan ? Finished the ayat kursi, opened the quran and started to continue reading the Al kaffi.

         "Prap"..sound like ranting kayu kena pijak..
         The wind blew hard this time.Could see the leaves flying in circles di laman surau..My watch showed 12.15. I was already 30 minutes there.Nothing done except finished ayat kursi twice.Tu pun tak concentrate. mulut kumat kamit tapi mata dok melilau keliling.

         Mana la yang lain2 ni. I got up, bulu tengkuk meremang. Held my holy book close to my heart and  I made my way out...

         Soon my friend arrived " Sorry lambat sikit , ada hal" then followed by the others.

         "Lama ka tunggu cikgu ? "

         "Dak aih, baru sampai " I said.Dah..bulan posa dok bohong pulak.Dah tua2 nak tell the others I takut dok di dalam sorang2 tadi,rasa malu sendiri.

         "Aik sapa buka lampu, kipas semua ni ? " someone said.
         Alamak kantoi la pulak..
         "Saya la, buka siap2 bagi cerah dan sejuk sikit. he he "

         It was the first day of puasa.Today is already the eighth day. And I never enter the surau alone again.Would rather sit outside on the bench and wait . Penakut tak habis habis...




Friday, 20 July 2012

Curi baulu..

 
  

     It was around 11 in the morning. I was about 10 years old then. My mak and tok were busy bakar baulu.The traditional Malay kueh popular sangat zaman dulu.It was during the fasting month.
     We have no oven masa tu, my mak guna sabut kelapa sebagai api sebelah atas and arang sebelah bawa macam oven juga la.Acuan pula acuan besi.My mak said tu acuan bentuk bunga kandis.I dont know what is bunga kandis.But it was like rupa mangoesteen cut into half.
      Biasa la kalau zaman dulu, bakar kueh bukan ada timer. So kadang2 kueh tu nicely baked, kadang2 burned sikit.
     "Ni kalau tak posa sedap ni kueh baulu yang garing ni."
     "Awat mak tak simpan " I saw her put yang hitam manis tu seperately.
     "La, takkan nak jamu orang rentung macam ni."

     Rentung ? mana rentung pun cuma terlebih brown saja colour dia.
     Then my mak said, " tolong jaga sat na, mak ada kerja sikit."
     I was to wait there saja.I must not pandai2 angkat tudung periuk yang ada sabut merah menyala tu.
     "Jangan angkat tudung periuk tu panas ! " my mak warned lagi.Tak larat dengar dah berkali2.
     So I waited there like an obedient child. I looked at the baulu. Ish sedapnya .freshly baked. mesti sedap.I thought to myself.I bukan kacau yang elok, I cuma nak rasa yang tak elok tu.Yang garing tu.
     I took one. Adoi, sedapnya..then another one, then another one...Last2 lost count berapa dah masuk perut kecik ...

     Then I heard my mak coming.She said ..
        " Jauh sikit, nak angkat tudung ni.Sat gi kena api.Pi jauh sikit."

    I moved backwards.She lifted up the lid..adoi semua terlebih garing .some dah hampir burnt.
        "La, awat tak tengok api,kalau besar api, tolong ketuk2 jangan bagi menyala." She said.
        "La,  tadi mak tak bagi sentuh."
  
        "Ish ish rugi macam ni. " grumbling..


        Then she looked at me..
        "Eh, pi mana baulu tang ni tadi.? makan ke ? Buka posa ? "

        Dah memang bersalah, so nak kata apa. mengakulah.
        "Cek bukan ambik yang elok.cek ambik yang rentung tu."

        I got up and ran ke atas rumah.She was still pot pet, pot pet.Eleh kueh rentung pun .bukan yang elok.I kept saying to myself.

        In those days anybody not fasting was not allowed to sit with the rest of the family masa time berbuka. I have to eat when everybody dah habis makan.So when everybody was eating dengan lahapnya, I kena tengok dari jauh.My brother was not fasting.But dia boleh pulak sat with them makan..Ya la takkan nak marah pula. he was still small.only barely seven.My mak could accept that dengan alasan..dia baru belajar posa..ish ish
      
       My brother was eating dengan muka menyakitkan hati.Sekali sekala dok jeling kat I...
       I saw my mak tak sampai hati, but she was scared of ayah. Ayah was quite strict.He did not even look at me. Dia tengah makan agar2..merahnya.I paling suka agar2 yang tak di letak apa kecuali gula.Agar2 kosong.And he didnt even notice me there.buat2 tak nampak.

        I turned my face away .Felt so sad. why everybody macam tak dak perasaan..I am hungry there at the corner of the kitchen..(Actually bukan lapar sangat. because I have eaten banyak baulu tadi..kenyang lagi..he he ).

       Then all of a sudden my ayah got up. Took my hand and said.
       " mai makan, ala ala, ayah nampak aih dok bersedih situ..makan cepat. "
       I ni pantang di pujuk.Bila ayah pujuk saja air mata mula turun .laju pulak tu..
       " Berapa biji tadi curi baulu ? " he smiled.
       I couldnt speak. Showed my fingers ..9 !
       "Sedap ke baulu rentung ? "
       I nodded my head.
       "Esok suruh mak bakar yang rentung bagi banyak sikit.Maznah suka " He said .His eyes looking at my mak.

       "Dak dah aih.esok nak buat kueh goyang pulak. " she said.

        I  felt tangan ayah on my shoulder. " makan2, sat gi ambik lagi baulu tu  lepas makan nasi ni"

        Ayah then whispered to me, "esok posa na..besag dah.Dah jadi anak dara dah ni.."
        I ate my nasi in silence..... I looked at him walking away..
        So sweet ....I love you ayah..forever and ever..

       



Wednesday, 18 July 2012

5 hours in Langkawi.



      Sent Suhail back to his hostel on Monday 16th July.
     Faten drove us there and on the way home, she said, " boring la mak"
     I said, " Jum pi langkawi ?'
     Almost spontaneously she answered. " Jum ".
     So we turned back home. I grabbed a blouse , my telekung, my cleanser, and a few others, and we made our way to the jetty in Kuala Perlis.
     Kuala Perlis jetty was under renovation, messy, nasib baik be there for a short while.

    On the boat, I was thinking, ish apa kerja ni pi Langkawi ? Tiba2 suddenly teringat terus pi saja.But the inner me said , biarla pamper diri sikit, I was just feeling tired ..all the time doing housework, membasuh, mencuci,lap sini, lap sana, pegang periuk belanga, pisau senduk, penyapu,and last2 listening to old classical songs to let the hours go..Itu la day in and day out..

      As long as I could get away from it all...
      Reached Langkawi at 1.00 oclock.
   

                                Lambaian burung Lang (bahasa Perlis )..in the distant.



        Out of the boat, this was what I saw. Sejauh mata memandang..Cantiknya Pulau Mahsuri ni..It looked as if God has painted blue all over..as far as my eyes can take me..


            Walk , walk, walk, like always the voices..." Nak teksi kak? nak sewa kereta? nak pi mana ? tidur di pulau ke? dah dapat hotel ? "

            To all those questions I said, " nak sewa kereta "
            " Kami ada macam2 kereta kak .Tudia tengok." And he pointed to some.
            "Kancil ada ? " I thought berdua saja dangan Faten what for cari a big one.
            "kancil dah ada orang kak. Viva boleh ? Viva ni baru kak.elok " Dia berkempen sakan.

            RM 50 for a day.Bermalam 60 .
            "Kak, minyak dah ada 2 bar, nanti kak kena masuk balik bagi jadi 2 bar balik na ? "
            There were hardly any cars on the road as we left Kuah..sunyi sepi.The island looked as if it was like the movie Indera Bangsawan, kena serang dengan garuda..mana semua orang ?  that is Langkawi kalau on weekdays..
             
            "Jum cari kedai makan dulu ?"
           "Apa kereta ni , susahnya nak masuk gear, ketatnya, kata kereta baru" Faten bersungut.
           Yes rasa macam we were on a horse...the poor thing was shaking all over.Macam tak cukup power to move.Semput.Then out of the car, we have to really slam  it hard or the door kept on opening..adoi..kah kah.Kata kereta baru..! !

        Round2 supermarket dulu..Tengok-tengok baju..Mak ai..the price double daripada harga di Kangar..ish.


             Stop over sembahyang at a mosque in Temoyong.Its name is Masjid Al Ehsan.The most beautiful landscape I have ever seen, Kiri kanan pokok2 were very well kept, dark green leaves.well trimmed, the bogainvillea on the front part ( not seen in the picture )blossoming nicely.I feel like I wanted to stay there lama lagi.But tak boleh , we were in a hurry..

      Pantai Cenang..as beautiful as ever, and as hot as ever, ish panas nya macam menggigit.Terrible.If next time I have to come again then I have to take along SPF cream with me yang power gila punya..rasa macam kulit burning..


            A few mat salleh ladies, relaxing.In the hot sun, one was reading a novel (macam dalam bilik aircond) , another kept on applying sunblog cream...

            A few Malay men were nearby on the right, tak buang mata tengok orang putih terlentang, tertiarap..A few more orang putih were walking with their breasts bouncing up and down passing the wide eyed locals...


                          Pantai Cenang is so beautiful with blue crystal clear sea..Allah is indeed a great creator..Only a short while there, tak tahan panas. Made our way back to Kuah, stopped again at Masjid Ehsan to perform asar.


         Banyaknya pinggan mangkuk.and I tell you, the price is so reasonable, murahnya..Cantiknye (bunyi macam suara my Sara cakap , stress the nye part..) he he..
         So melayang la juga berkeping keping jadinya..But I assure you no women could ever walk away without buying anything.They offer really harga murah gila-gila..couldnt find elsewhere in Malaysia..

          Changed my mind , tak jadi stay for the night at the island. Wanted to go home..Rushed to the jetty.Quickly bought tickets.6 oclock boat dah habis ! !.So terpaksa beli yang pukul 7 punya.Adoi..

        While waiting for the boat, Faten noticed Kenny Rogers chicken restaurant next to the KFC there at the jetty. Tapi ayam lama, I know , it looked like the chicken dah lama being kept in the fridge. Makan la juga although we both couldnt finished the food.

         Sampai jetty Kuala Perlis rushed home.Thought want to buy some laksa .changed my mind.have to rush for magrib dah nak habis..

          A quick getaway to Langkawi did not erase much of the boring part in me but at least, there were many times we laughed our heart out in the car when I started to repeat something rubbish...peduli apa..nama pun nak lepas tension..I sang a few of my favourites ( almost at the top of my voice ha ha .) Rasa macam the time I was singing on the stage dulu2 bila sampai part chorus ....

        Had enough...Good bye Mahsuri....



Tuesday, 17 July 2012

The 'pisau 'guy



         He couldnt even utter a word properly. He was all over town roaming about, but lately he was only wondering around Bank Islam Kangar .Everybody in Kangar knows him. No one knows his name.He would wear a short sleeve shirt, wrongly buttoned. With disheveled hair and a smile on his face ,he wondered around asking for money from everyone he met.

         He would put out his hand and smiled .People would give him money.Not much.He would gladly take it , put it into his shirt pocket and walked away in silence.Young girls semua takut dia.

         But he would go away if you say a word to him, that is "pisau " . He was so sensitive to the word .Somebody told me when he was a small boy and was about to be circumcised when he ran away till he was lost .and his family had to go search for him high and low.

         Since then he was very scared of the word.Or when you saw him from far coming towards you, jangan takut, tunjuk saja isyarat gunting .He would immediately turned and walked away.
         One of my friends Azmi told me , one day this pisau guy was asking for money from him and he gave him a ringgit. Azmi went into the bank and when he came out the pisau guy was there waiting for him. This time he did not ask for money but showing him a ten ringgit note somebody has given  him. He flashed the note on Azmi's face and giggled. Ce ce, macam perli la pulak.you bagi seringgit, orang lain bagi sepuluh...lawak la pulak dengaq.

        But the sad part of the story is, they say he lived with his sister, and he was the breadwinner .Taking money home to the sister who then bought food for both of them .

        He he , tapi dalam lembik2 dia pun , I heard cerita lain pulak.Somebody taught him if anybody says pisau just punch him on the face . And he really did that.Somebody dah kena tumbuk sebab kata pisau !

        But now If I go to Bank Islam, I wont be able to see him smiling with his hand outstretch asking for a ringgit, because last two weeks he was knocked down by a motorcycle.
        The paramedic tried to help him in vain before he was sent to the hospital. But he just lie there in his torn slippers..No one could do anything anymore .He was dead....
       




     

Thursday, 12 July 2012

Apalaa... cutting kecik ! !



     Two ladies were walking ahead of me, both in t-shirts and jeans.One was short and quite plum, the other much much bigger than the first. Tengok badan I think they are in their mid forties.
     I entered a shop selling blouses and baju kurung. They were there too. I spotted a blouse, and love it at first sight.I looked at the size.Ada size 40  and 42 saja. boleh la kut...
     I entered the fitting room, while I was trying to take off my blouse to try on the new one I heard someone said..
     " Eh baju macam kak tadi ambik tu ada lagi dak ? "
     " Ada . colour apa kak nak ? "
     " Merah ada ? "
     "Merah dah habis kak, hijau ada.nak ? "
     "Boleh la.mai nak tengok."
     I put on the  blouse, fitted me like a second skin . Satisfied, I wore back my own blouse . Then I heard the voice of the shop assistant again..
     "Size 40 and 42 saja kak. saya rasa kak tak padan kut "
     " memang size saya, mai sini."
     I saw  the lady tadi .And I think she was wearing either size 48 or 46. Since I become concious of my weight I think I boleh guess sikit2, the size of others..
     The shop has only one fitting room, sure she was waiting for me to get out..
     I came out, sure enough she was holding a blouse exactly like mine but red in colour. I paid for the blouse, then looked for some handsocks.
    Suddenly, she came out and said to her friend..
    "Aku dok besa pakai size 42 dulu, psai apa pulak tak masuk, ish"
     The friend replied. .."hang lama dah tak beli blouse, dah gemok sikit, atau pun kut cutting kecik kut, bukan boleh kira kadang2 depa gunting bagi kecik nak save kain "
   
    She put back the blouse on the rack and said to the shop assistant
     " Cutting kecik la  , heran 42 tak boleh pakai , jum kita pi kedai sebelah."she said to her friend.

    As soon as she left the shop the girl laughed and said to her towkey who was sitting close by..
    "Apala, badan punya besag nak beli size 42, ish ish .lepas tu kata cutting kecik pulak."

       I did not say a word. All women want to look beautiful . Tak kisah what background they come from, at what age.Kesian pulak.I saw from her eyes, how she loved the blouse.Sometimes most shops sell baju yang fit for models only, kena la cater for the plus size jugak..
       Di Kangar masih kurang kedai yang jual plus size baju for ladies..Malaysia is rich with delicious finger licking food, kadang2 kita terlebih makan and lupa apa yang dimakan akan menambah spare tyre di sana sini..
      Fasting month is around the corner, mungkin ada harapan besar turun 5 atau 6 kilo like last year.Tu kalau masa berbuka makan sekadar kenyang, kalau yang makan sampai tak boleh bangun? puasa pun sama saja..tak kurang kilo di penimbang..

      I drove home in silence.Radio pun tak buka..the incident in the shop tadi did open my heart and my eyes..I cannot stop my briskwalking , takut masuk kedai tak boleh dapat baju yang I suka just like the lady tadi.

     Mudah2an by the end of Ramadhan I will shed of 4 kilos and get back my 53 kg.Ideal weight.to look better and feel better..

          This blue dress I am wearing is size 40. I hope I will be able to wear this size a few more years to come..selamat berpuasa and selamat menyusutkan badan sambil beramal..he he.
  
   

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Wednesday, 11 July 2012

once upon a time..


          Faten was 12 years old then, in standard six in SKSP. One day she complained of fatigue and tiredness. I said I will take her to the clinic the next day.
          We were in the sitting room, I was on the sofa reading newspaper, she was sitting opposite me with a book in her hand.
           Suddenly the phone rang. My mak was on the line.Then I heard Faten said on the phone..
          "Tak boleh cakap, pening.."
          Before I could say anything , I saw her slowly fell on the floor. Panicked, took her straight to the clinic. Dr Menon checked her .
          "Cikgu , I dont see anything wrong with her, but you can always let me have her blood tested , kalau you nak bagi puas hati."
          So I agreed she has her blood tested to make sure she was ok..
          Waiting for the result the next few days were miserable days for me. Takut macam2.
          I was in school when Dr Menon called .
          "Cikgu the result is out "
          Although the clinic is about 200 meters from my school I felt lama , as if I was on the road for 20 miles.
          I reached the clinic with my heart palpitating wild. Kena tunggu pula. I sat with my anxiety and worries. Suddenly I felt so helpless. Inspite of all the other eyes watching, I started to zikir.softly..
          "Astaghfirllah hal 'azim, then followed by Lailahhaillallah.." I was scared for the blood test result. Zikirla tanpa mempedulikan orang sekeliling. Agaknya mesti they were wondering..what happen to this lady? mesti kes serious ni ..

          I was called in. Doctor Menon was smiling. Seeing that,I said Alhamdullillah  before he even opened his mouth to speak.
          "Why are you so pale  cikgu ? are you scared ? he he "
          " To be frank yes " I said.
          " Not to worry la, nothing is wrong.Maybe she 's just too tired. I give some vitamins to take, make sure she take it. Ok ? if anything just come again ." Dr Menon said in his Indian accent.
          Before I closed the door, he said " cikgu dont worry la.."
       
          Moral of the story, Allah la tempat berlindung dan mengadu.Apa pun, kaya ke miskin ke kita, kalau dalam kesusahan , hanya Dia tempat memohon.Alhamdullillah...all is well.         




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                Faten masa kecik, tengok melaram pakai bangles dua belah tangan..my bangles..too big for her. my brooch under the chin, and look at that handbag..semua siap nak pi "kerja "..he he

Saturday, 7 July 2012

Spec hitam ada ?


  
     I was walking with my daughter Famila along the shops at Jalan TAR in KL. It was a few days before the fasting month of Ramadhan. People were already busy buying for the preparation of hari raya . Cheap sales here and there.

     " Ambik la kak, murah ni, lepas ni tak ada sale lagi dah." One girl promoting her tudung.
     Beli punya beli, duit dah tinggal nipis dalam purse.
     "Ish kakak, kena draw some money.Duit tak cukup "
     "Situ ada maybank, jum kita pi."
     "Ish alangkah seronoknya kalau jadi orang kaya kan kakak ? tak payah tengok harga bila beli barang, tak payah berhati2  dengan kuantiti, beli saja."

     Pilih sana pilih sini, akhirnya letih dan dahaga.
     "Kakak , mak letih lah. jum pi cari ayaq "
     "Jum " said Famila.

     We came to a stall selling young coconuts and freshly pressed sugarcane juice.
     Terpaksa la minum sambil berdiri. rasa pelik la pula kalau orang tengok orang tua minum sambil berdiri. So we went find place and sat down or squatting down actually.  I slaked my thirst, enjoying the sweet fragrant water through a straw.It went soothingly cool, down my throat.

     Suddenly I saw a couple of seniman jalanan, both blind, tengah buat show di situ. The singer a lady maybe in her early fifties, was singing some evergreen songs. kadang2 ok, kadang2 pitching, tempo sudah ke laut.Tapi biasalah, bukan recording artis, mesti lah banyak fault sana sini.But the man playing the keyboard was very good.

       I was looking with interest. I memang suka tengok tengok orang nyanyi. Suddenly, Famila said ..
       "Mak spec hitam ada dak ? "
       "Ada . Why ? "
       "Well, jalan mudah cari duit, you sure can sing  better than that lady . Pi la nyanyi.Sat ja kita boleh dapat dua tiga blouse yang cantik2. Tapi kena jadi buta la sat. "

      Bertuah punya anak..baru I realized I was standing so close to the singer watching her singing. .sampai tak sedar orang kiri kanan.

      I opened my purse , took out RM 2.00 and put it in the box in front of the singer..bukan apa .Bukan senang nak nyanyi in front of a crowd, and of course I appreciate talent..he he.



     

Friday, 6 July 2012

racing in the market




             I was looking for some ulam at the market this morning. Then I saw a lady wearing baju kurung was shouting to her two kids running about in the market. The younger one , a boy was barefooted. adoi, macam mana boleh biar budak kecik berlari kaki ayam in the market.The floor was so dirty, and slippery.
            "Adik, jangan lari , kaki kotoq"
            The boy kept on running with a girl ,( maybe his sister ) chasing each other .
            And the mother just stood there, did not make an effort to catch the boy, wash his feet and put on his shoes.
            Then I heard her saying " Ish orang larang tak mau dengaq "
            But the boy kept on enjoying his 100 meters practice in the market.And the mother looked on smiling.ish ish she seemed like she was enjoying the scene.
            Suddenly , praap..the boy fell sprawling on the floor. His lips bleeding. And he cried at the top of his voice.
            "Sakit, sakit "
            The mak then baru nak action, what was the point.
            "Ala, kesian kesian, " she said. She lifted the boy and washed the bleeding  mouth using the water in a basin at the stall.

           The boy kept on shrieking, then he called his sister, ..
           "kakak, kakak "...frantically said now.

           and his voice filled the air...'adoi, sakit, mak sakit ...


             Moral of the story... a mak mesti cepat bertindak masa jaga anak2, dont let them on their own,,nasib baik luka bibir, kalau patah tangan,?



Wednesday, 4 July 2012

nisfu syaaban nite



         The  night was blessed with a long rain all night long. Cold to the bones. Starting from dusk to dawn this morning,it is indeed an important night to all  Muslims to stay awake praying with high hopes that all sins are forgiven.

          To the Muslims , 15th night of the Syaaban month is a night of seeking pardon and repenting to Allah.Last night was the night.Everyone who wants to turn a new chapter of their life to the better will fill the night with prayers .Starting with the reciting of the Yassin in 3 consecutive times after magrib prayers..it is the night that the prophet Muhammad said the second most blessed night after Lailatul Qadar.

         Biasa terbaca dalam sirah nabi, that he did not sleep in this special night, so much so his wife went searching for him. Akhirnya jumpa baginda tengah bersujud tidak bergerak2. She thought he was dead.She touched his toe and he moved...

        Kita orang Islam percaya malam inilah amalan setahun kita di bawa naik ke langit oleh para malaikat.dan diturunkan buku amalan baru untuk tahun ini.

        The most wonderful thing is semua pintu2 rahmat dibuka pada malam tersebut dan Allah turun ke langit dunia pada malam Nisfu Syaaban untuk mengampunkan insan2 yang berdoa kepadanya.

         Last night was the night..Nisfu Syaaban just left us. Hopefully Allah dah melihat kita semalam dan mengampunkan dosa2 kita.Amin..




Tuesday, 3 July 2012

A glimpse of an evening ..



      Was in A Star with my friend yesterday afternoon, I saw in Giant berlambak2 kurma dah mula di jual, maybe because Ramadhan is coming soon, suasana puasa dah ada sikit2.
      I saw one old Chinese lady bargaining at the kurma stall, and the seller had a hard time explaining to her..
     " Sekarang barang semua mahal nyonya"
     " macamna dulu saya beli ada murah ? " Her hand holding a packet of dates.
     "Dulu memang murah nyonya, sekarang semua dah mahal."
     "Sikit pun tak bleh kurang ka ? "
     I left before I hear the answer from the seller, kadang2 walaupun I ni orang miskin, I tak suka dengar orang menawar teruk2.I rasa lemas. Kalau rasa tengok price tak mampu tak payah even go near.

    Then we went to my favourite Popular book store. Bulan lepas dah pi, ni pi lagi, found a book written by a Chinese lady ( plus other authors ), an autobiography about her life in Malaysian kampung,my friend looked for quran yang tulisan besar2. senang tengok, senang baca she said and with translation sekali..

     I found my small matthurat, because during our yassin session Friday night , bila ada masa senggang tunggu Isya, everybody ada bawa mathurat kecik, whereas I have to go pick a quran , so dah ada buku kecik senang. Although kecik ja but dalam tu ada semua, including yassin, al kaffi, al-waqiah, al-mulk, dan macam2 including doa a'kasyah yang arwah my father dulu selalu baca.

      Keluar from A Star just a few kilometers we were caught in a storm, and a very heavy rain.Could hardly see the road...takutnya ya Allah tengok liuk lentok pokok2 besar along the way. Dalam hati berdoa..

     Dalam sembang2 bawa pelan2 akhirnya sampai juga di rumah. My Faten dah siap dok sedia bahan nak goreng koetiaw kerang ..lega ada anak perempuan, malam ni I tak payah masuk dapor..he he.


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Monday, 2 July 2012

My sister and I.

 

       We live just a few steps from each other. Everyday boleh nampak la aktiviti masing2. Orang ni keluar, orang ni ke mana. Her house is a double-storey one.( just renovated ).Untung juga actually, sebab masa bah besar hari tu I tmpang la berkampung di rumah dia upstairs sampai 4 hari 3 malam.
    In the evening when she does not go to school, always comes to my house for chat2 .Always pasai anak2 and my mak. We share lots of secrets..sisterly ones that we keep to ourselves.So if kami tak puas hati about anything, masa petang masing2 pour out to each other..puas hati.
   It is my routine to send my mak her sayur for lunch and kueh for breakfast everyday. And on Sundays Ila will send me what she cooks. Yesterday I got a bowl of sambal goreng.A traditional Johor cuisine ( my favourite which I usually cook on Raya eve.) and a bowl of kari daging the day before.

      She is the most hardworking teacher I know.For teacher's day she got the 'Guru Serba Boleh Award'  That's why my mak would grumble ..
   " Pi sekolah apa tak balik lagi, dah dekat mgrib ."
   "hang tau Ila pi mana ? "
   "Orang lain cikgu juga, tapi tak la sampai pagi petang di sekolah "
    This type of complains I dah tak larat dengar. Almost everyday.What I do is just keep quiet.Without response she will stop blabbering.


          Her house. Look upstairs..Her eldest is at the window. I love sitting on her balcony because from there I have full view of my house.And from there I can see more or less what has to be done soon, example, pokok ni dh patut di trim, the window nmpak kotor ke..daun kering dah banyak luruh  in that corner, sampah banyak in this corner.that sort of things..



                                               My house from her balcony



     Sitting in front of my house in the evening is something we do often where share our little secrets .. Although we have an age gap of 14 years , that does make much difference though , because we click to each other well..We share beauty secrets too, what to apply on our faces .apa sesuai and apa yang tidak.Our birthdays pun dekat. I am on the 15th.July ,She's on the 20th.dah dekat ...Happy advance birthday to the Hassan's sisters..he he..

   

 

Sunday, 1 July 2012

A glimpse of a day in my life..

           



 Its 10 minutes to 1am.my eyes are still wide opened. I have just finished reading a book entitled 'Labbaikallah " by Hj Zainal hj Bujang..Since the urge to perform the hajj came , I filled my time reading books of this kind.
    The last 5 months have seen my room without the latest editions of Glam my favorite magazine..I have stopped buying , although I still love it. Everytime  I pass by the newspaper stalls, I pick it up , look at the cover and then slowly put it down.
    My kursus haji ended this morning. Cepatnya masa berjalan. Rasa baru kemarin I mula attend kursus.It was given by Ustaz Roslan.A young guru agama from a nearby school. Walaupun masih muda belia, tapi pengetahuannya mengenai haji sangat superb.
    Other than reading, and attended kursus  I also watch it on You Tube.I think I have to be really prepared.Ilmu mesti penoh didada sebelum menjadi tetamu Allah ke tanah suci.
    I have been a busy person before retiring. I spent most of my time with books, marking, marking, teaching, teaching and worrying about results.Day in and day out, I did not have much time to really concentrate and equipt myself as a true muslim.Masa banyak dihabiskan dengan aktiviti routine and merampas banyak masa berharga.
   I am glad I decided to retire earlier. Now I have all the time,.All the sweet time to attend to my prayers, flowers, and daily house chores...and my other hobbies.
  

  Dear Allah,I do hope my biggest wish this year is granted...

The clock is showing 1.30 am now.My eyes are getting smaller ( my ayah said mata kecik tak cantik) will continue tomorrow..

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    700 in the morning.Cerah sekitar alam. Looks like its going to rain,Tadi nak siram terlalu awal at 620 lepas selesai subuh.So I went in lipat kain baju yang kutip petang semalam, simpan dalam almari...kerja paling malas nak buat is lipat kain..boring betui.

    Did not go briskwalking pagi ni, because the clouds are getting darker.nanti kesian I walking in the rain.So I guess I have to go now drive to the market instead...Dalam fridge dah kosong bahagian atas..have to be fast.At 830 will go send Suhail to hostel..see you olls tomorrow.
 
 
  

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pak cik peminat Ella..

     

       It was during recess.I heard the  sound of a motorcycle entering  the school compound. A few girls came running to me and said..
     "Teacher , ada orang jual jagung "
     Biasa la di sekolah , so many came to sell things, tambah sekolah kampung. The kampung folks akan datang jual hasil kebun. Memang tak boleh sebenarnya, but they know the time they would come, during recess. So tak la kacau guru mengajar ke, budak belajar ke..
    This thin friendly looking man was a jovial one.  Dia jual jagung and papayas.
    "Ni jagung segaq punya cikgu, Jenis Taiwan, isi banyak , lembut " His face penoh gaya seorang penjual nak ambik hati pembeli.
    "Ni betik ni ? " I asked him.
    "Yang ni saya baru petik pagi ni cikgu.manis.Cuba la rasa sekali.msti nak dua kali"
    I heard some music .He was humming to the tune...
    "Eh ada pasang lagu ke pak cik ?"
    "Ada ada, " muka dia tambah 2 kali ceria.
    Song after song, semua lagu Ella .
    "Oi, pak cik peminat Ella ke ? semua lagu dia ni "
    "Saya ni cikgu dari dulu smpai la ni, takkan tukaq yang lain.Ni la penyanyi pujaan saya "
    "Tudia pak cik minat Ella sungguh na ? penyanyi rock tu."
    And he started telling me all about his favourite singer, her age, her favourite food, where she lives,semua...
    Phuuuh, tak sangka, this is a true fan of Ella.Kalau tengok pada umur dia , he should be humming P. Ramlee's , Ahmad Jais or M Daud Kilau's songs..  tu la bukan semua orang macam kita sangka.
    "Tapi saya kesian kat dia cikgu ."
    "Awat pak cik ? "
    "Sampai la ni, tak dak lagi jodoh dia.Kesian Ella "
    "Tak sampai lagi pak cik.nanti kawin la tu "
    Kesian kat pak cik tu , I bought both betik dan jagung dia. betik tu manis macam senyuman pak ik tu, tapi jagung tu macam lama sikit..tak berapa fresh..
    If only I am still teaching boleh la bagi tau pak cik tu Ella dah nak kawin soon...mesti dia happy kan?