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Looking beyond myself..

              .                            It is better to love and lost than not to have love at all.                                          When you are alone and sad...... Lets share this beautiful poem. In Life In life there are people that will hurt us and cause us pain, but we must learn to forgive and forget and not hold grudges. In life there are mistakes we will make, but we must learn from our wrongs and grow from them. In life there are regrets we will have to live with, but we must learn to leave the past behind and realize it is something we can't change. In life there are people we will loose forever and can't have back, but we must learn to let go & move on. In life there are going to be obstacles that will cause interference, but we must learn to overcome these challenges and grow stronger. In life there are fears that will hold us back from what we want, but we must learn to fight them with the courage from within. ..............

Cikgu Muhammad..

            " Maznah jadi cikgu saja ? Saya ingat dia jadi lebih daripada tu ..."             Those were his words when he knew it from my mak that I was in MTC. This is the man (on the left ) Cikgu Muhammad my teacher when I was in primary school.             He came to my house for my son's wedding reception here in Perlis.As fit as ever.Mungkin orang kecik tak makan tua  kut.             People called him Cikgu Mad Jepun .Why? because dia paling garang dulu.Budak2 semua scared stiff when he came near.But not to me.He was the most friendly teacher to me. In fact boleh sembang2 and bergelak ketawa ..             Long ago in the morning he would come to me and asked for the lyrics of songs yang hot masa tu.I was in standard 6 then..            "Hoi Maznah, hang bagi senikata lagu M Salman tu kat saya .." Then came again.." Oi cmmana nak nyanyi chorus lagu ni ..."                      So I would then sang there and then that particular chorus

Kisah mengaji (Part 2 )..

. .        In my last post I told you about Kak Maimun our guru qur'an. Well I have another sweet memory about Kak Maimun and our mengaji gang that I would like to share with you readers .        Mariyani has a brother Ki about the same age dengan my brother Mazni. So everyday all the four of us would go mengaji at Kak Maimun's house, a small wooden house but always kept very tidy and clean by Kak Maimun and her family.        Before mengaji it was a routine to recite this doa penerang hati.Semua budak2 pun hafal doa ni..The boys liked to shout this doa and created a rhythm to make it interesting.               One hot afternoon, everybody was so sleepy. Before we started the doa to begin our mengaji Ki said...               "Oi, hangpa dengaq aku kata dulu.lepas tu hangpa ikut."               So he said loud and clear..               Allahhummaftah allaina hik, mata merah shooot...           Semua tak tangkap lagi what he said, so he repeated..      

Kisah mengaji.(Part 1)

                                        Lebih kurang macam ni la suasana saya mengaji dulu  .       Masa kecik2 pergi mengaji quran was an activity I looked forward to.As a kid, my friends and I  cheerful moments masa beramai2 pergi mengaji. My brother Mazni, Mariyani, and her brother Ki,were among them.       My first guru quran was my ayah himself. Ayah pandai mengaji.When he got so busy My brother and I mengaji dengan our neighbour sekampung.Kak Maimun.She lives about 150 meters from my house in Telok Kachang.I finished my quran in the middle of year 3.But continued mengaji sampai year 5.         I have two most memorable memories about Kak Maimun.One day when all of us gathered in front of her house for mengaji, her mak came out and said " Hari ni tak dak mengaji. kak Maimun dok sakit nak bersalin ..."         Those days mothers bersalin di umah saja.Jarang ke hospital. We lingered around the compound.Teringin nak share the thrill of it.Kak Maimun nak dapat second

Hajat tak sampai..

.         I told you in my earlier post, how my son Khazimi loves singing.And just like me he used to sing at a very young age. At 9 years old dah mula wakil sekolah dalam choir, and nasyid. Then at 12 dah berani to sing at the stadium for merdeka day celeberation.        I still remember when he was 11 years old there was this singing competition in Kangar.Because the school saw his talents he was send representing the school. I chose the song for him. He got tru all the RCE level.. First in every show.       Then came the day he was to compete at the final. About 12 finalists were chosen to sing on the day.It was held at the compound of Jab Pelajaran Perlis.  I bought him sepasang baju baru, seluar, kasut.       On the morning of the competition,dengan takdir Allah, he fell sick.Badan panas. By 11 am suara hilang ! !        Sayang nak lepas peluang bawa juga dia pergi. When his turn came, he sang in a hoarsy voice.. He looked at me. I signaled him to step down .But he continued

Kesian Pe'ah

            This goat was not the goat that shared the experience decades ago. Gambar hiasan saja..           The story began when my father bawa balik a goat.Kecik lagi.When I asked him why, he smiled then said..           " Well, kambing ni Maznah kena tolong bela.."           "Awat cek pula kena jaga ? "           "Sebab Maznah kakak sulung, bila besaq sikit,kambing ni kita buat knduri nanti adik nak masuk jawi (berkhatan )."         Everyday I would tie the goat dekat places yang ada banyak daun2 segar.And I found out goats do not like grass that much, instead they love leaves especially those thorny pokok semalu.Bahasa saya di panggil duri keman.        Every morning , hari tak sekolah I bawa keluar the goat around 10am.My dad said goats tak suka embun2 tu so bawa keluar lewat sikit.        Everything went on nicely until one day when I heard my mak said ..        "Kambing ni dia paling takut air , lintang pukang dia kalau kena air."

Nak lari mana dunia bulat ...

    When I was small the most miserable time is makan time. I hate eating especially nasi. My mak would tell stories, or promised macam2 to make me eat. That's why I was so skinny when I was a small kid.       One incident I will never forget was one day during the dry season.Orang Perlis panggil musim timuq.Masa ni the padi fields were all dry and cracked up.Sometimes the cracks were so big .       My mak called me " Mai balik makan nasi " many2 times. I buat pekak ja.In those musim timuq the children would always lepak di petak2 sawah. what did we do there? batang padi yang tinggal tu boleh dibuat serunai.Sometimes ambik a mengkuang mat from home , put in on the ground , duduk and cicah garam belacan di tanah sawah yang kering kontang tu.       My mum would get desperate bila I missed my lunch and almost likely missed my dinner too. So she would bring a plate of rice to the place I was sitting with my friends. Apa lagi I pun got up and started to run macam nampak han

Horror...! !

.            Somewhere in 1995, the teachers in SKSP organised a trip to USM in Penang. The headmaster En Salim suggested to take the year six pupils there to sort of show them the life in a university. Lots of advice from the lecturers and undergraduates to expose the pupils to study real hard so they too would be able to step their feet there.            Among the teachers who went there was Pn Mariah. A quiet lady teaching English Language in the level 1. (Year 1 to 3).            We stayed at the hostel. That night the men teachers started to frighten the girls and the female teachers about some eerie experiences they heard about USM hostel. I have heard about those kind of stories lama dah from my sister Mazila who used to study there after her STP. But biasa la pompuan, berapa kali dengar pun masih takut macam first time dengar.            That nite we group together tidur dekat2.Picked up budak2 to sleep tepi so that we could be in the centre.he he.That nite it was safe an

Khazimi's wedding

.       11.3 di Kelang. Selesai sudah .pernikahan dan persandingan my son Ahmad Khazimi.The following photos are some of the many2 photos for u to see...first in Seri Andalas followed by in Indra Kayangan on the 17th. DI SERI ANDALAS....                       Me: "Senyum2"                       My inlaw.: "tak larat, awat pengantin pi bilik ayaq lama sangat.."                      (Outside our hotel in Kelang)                                         "Ha ha ni dia cincin kahwin .."                                Tu dia.pengantin sampai dah di surau untuk di satukan..                                 Caantik....                                 Khazimi : " Awat ketaq entah "                                 En Salleh : " Sabaq2. saya pun dulu mcm ni jugak masa kawin dengan mak                                                 Raihan "                          "Aku terima nikah Raihan Suhaila bt Salleh........."

Macam tak percaya ....

           Last week I went to town to update my ASB book at the post office. I parked my car at the Store Supermarket. On the way down to the post-office, I stopped by to get myself my favourite magazines.          Then saw Guardian was opened, bought my day cream and some facial cotton. Walked all the way (dekat saja pun ) to the post office. Ambik number and waited for my turn. So many people there.I suka tengok..macam2 gelagat.          Suddenly I looked down and saw that I was wearing the wrong pair of shoes. Both black ,but different shoes.One with two straps across, one with many2 small straps.Both about 2 1/2 inches. Ya Rabbi, tak boleh nak gelak. Tak tau nak buat apa.Never happened before. My turn to go to the counter was coming soon.!         Faten relax je. " Dont worry la. nobody noticed . Afterwards you just wear mine when you go out there at the counter." Then dia gelak keras perut.         I looked around, everybody dengan hal masing2. Maybe because I wa


        I was in the staff room when I saw him passed by. He was quite short for his age. With very short hair, uneven teeth and a big mole on his right chin, he was quite popular in school.        What made me wonder was why was he not at the field for his PE lesson...and that was not the first time  I saw him heading towards his classroom during PE.        A teacher is always a teacher.Always caring and very concerned. I walked out and followed him to the classroom. I stood outside the classroom. Watched him from outside. To my surprise , he was doing something to the bag on the second row.And it was not his bag..        " What are you doing ? " I said out loud.        He let go of the bag.It fell on the floor. I guessed he must be very shocked to see me there looking at him.       "Nak ambik pensel teacher "       "Nak buat apa pensel? Now is your PE lesson, and you need a pencil? for what ? "        Nama pun budak2. He couldnt answer. Just stan

The ugly duckling...

        Been searching for this photo .Suddenly found in the scanned photo collections.Anak sapa la ni.Hodoh sungguh, debab pula.ha ha.My children gelak sakan dulu2 when they saw this the first time..         My mak said this photo was taken when I was 3 years old. Bulatnya mata.I remember my neighbor used to tease me when I was small. " mata besaq telur ayam" (kesian dia , she doesnt know big eyes are the in thing now he he.)         When I study this photo carefully, I can see I was wearing a necklace with a locket. And my shoes sempoi kan? And pity sungguh, the cameraman asked the ugly duckling to pose in the bushes. Didnt he ever thought of snakes dalam semak2 tu..         Behind me is the pokok rotan that I told you in my earlier post that gave us kids lots of buah rotan..kelat.        I can still remember one Chinese man who went to my kampung often , galas a camera and called out." sapa mau amik gamak (gambar) ? saya sulah mai..       His name was Inchan. (S

Kak Nah part 2..a remarkable recovery...

.        Yesterday I  wrote about this lady in my latest post. This morning the urge to see her  was overwhelming. It was quite sometime since I last visited her.         So after the early morning chores, I was there at her house again. An elderly maid in her 60s,was at the door.A different maid this time. She told me Kak Nah was asleep and cannot be disturbed.Maid2 ni semua sama, depa malas nak layan orang, so bagi excuse orang tu lena.I insisted to just tengok dia saja.and told her I did not have the intention to stay long pun..         She opened the bedroom door. There she was lying down fully awake ! .Bila I bagi salam and introduced myself, she wanted to get up.The maid had no choice but to help her get on the wheelchair dengan kasarnya.         I heard the maid said loud and clear to Kak Nah " Ni nanti nak naik semula.Awas mama nanti kalau mau naik katil semula.susahkan orang"..(tak bersyukur sungguh, orang bayar gaji jaga orang sakit dia pula nak jadi mem besa

Kak Maznah Abdullah..

                  To a sweet old friend who shared many of my sad moments.                                     Me in the red kebaya with Kak Nah , third from right.            She was once the headmistress of a school in Kangar. She loves singing the most especially two remarkable songs ...her favourites were Canggung and Selendang Sutera.               A lady cute and petite.Very sporting . Used to confide in her about many things before. She was with me when we sang with the PSKPP in  Kuantan  at Sek Men Alor Akar. In fact she was the one who helped me find an excuse there, when I had to go see a very important person in Sg Lembing then.               We went singing to many places after that, but she was not always with me as her job as a headmistress kadang2 so busy, she couldnt make it. But I was not alone .I was always accompanied by the backup dancers.One of them was Puan Adeda , who was a teacher too living in Kangar ( became a good friend .)            I remember Kak

When I was a little girl...buah2 ni la yg ada..

                        Yesterday I talked about buah salak, which is not a common sight here in Indera Kayangan. This time let me tell you what was commonly found here,  ages ago .when I was 9 or 10. Saya membesar dengan buah2 ni around me.Although many are seldom found nowadays, and my children maybe have never seen them at all.                        Anak2, buah2 ni la yang mak makan dulu2.Not apples, grapes , oranges,pears,peaches ,plums or strawberries like what you all always buy at supermarkets tu..Kalau nak rasa imported fruits tunggu demam la.Then my mak will ask.               " Tak mau makan nasi? nak makan buah apa? apple mau? anggur ka ? nanti ayah pi beli." ha ha tunggu demam baru merasa buah apple..!                        Dulu2 di kampung,kadang2  pokok2 native ni orang tak tanam pun, they just grow wild .and the fruits jadi makanan budak2 balik dari mengaji quran.They didnt grow in anybody's backyard, so getting together makan buah2 ni jadi daily