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