Do you believe in 2nd chance?I do..I think God is great,He will listen and give us 2nd second chance if we asked for it or sometimes he even give us 2nd chance although we didn't ask for it coz he knows better.
Life is not a bed of roses but there are some people who are born lucky.But then again,life without challenges are boring..I believe the challenges,the downturn,the unfortunate event that happened to us are ways to make us stronger,smarter and a better person.Life is short..so we have to make the best out of the situation.
I had a bitter divorce.My ex hubby cheated on me while I was in confinement after haziq's birth and the thing is this is not the first time.He did it with my housemate b4 we got married(I didn't know this til we're married) and during my 1st child confinement.Caught him red handed when there's an increase tel bil and I noticed there's so many calls on the handfone to my former rented house...(that' odd)
Anyway,for the kids sake, I act civil towards him.Whatever it is he's still the father.Anyway, God give me a 2nd chance, where my current husaband now decided to take care of me.Since I wasted 6 years before I got married to my ex,so I told my hubby now that if u really like me,wanted to take care of me,go and see my parents and ask for my hand.I don't want to waste time having a relationship.I wasn't in love or whatsoever with him.I don't really know him but I took my chances..the kids need a father figure.
Then there's my sis, she had a quarrel with my Dad and She disappear for about 3 years.My dad was shaken really bad, my mom,she cried everyday.We were looking for her everywhere,its like she vanished without trail& non of her friend knew her whereabouts.
When my hubby proposed, I told him that I don't think I can marry him coz then I would not have the flexibility& the freedom to look for my sis and I hv made a vow that during my 2nd wedding all my siblings would be there.
It was sad for me, but God is great,one evening, I decided to give my childhood friend a buzz & told her what happened.She asked me why didn't I tell her earlier.Told her I don't know what to do I was having my own sets of proble raising 2 small child.Anyway, about a couple of days after that, my friend Anor called and gave me an address.She said check this address,this was my sister's last info&she managed to locate that she's still in Kuala Lumpur.It jive with my dream of where she would be...
I managed to tracked her down. My sister was reluctant to open the door.After coaxing and pleading she finally opened the door.Finally, i managed to persuade her to come home.First is to attend my engagement.I was so happy to have all my siblings on my wedding day..
I had advised my other siblings to give her a 2nd chance. My mom was so happy to see my sister,my dad is still angry and frustrated over her but to me..let bygone be bygone.I'm sure she have learnt her lesson..
God have given me a 2nd chance in life,why can't I give the same to her.I'm sure she need moral support to adapt with the family again.
Everybody deserve a 2nd chance......
Monday, 21 April 2008
Sunday, 20 April 2008
Down Memory lane.
Here I am,still punching my keyboard.I'm suppose to finish up my assignment but end up writing in my blog.Have u ever reminiscence the good ol' days,when you still small,nothing to worry about but your next meal,time to take your bath,sweets&chocolate and playtime?When I look at all my son,I want them to enjoy their childhood as much as I did mine.
Parents nowdays are so competitive,there's religious class for the kids to attend,tuition at night after school or KUMON,there's swimming class or music class on weekend,even slot in martial art class.Being a mother,quite frequently I would get this type of question,how many A's did you boys get?what are the marks?My daughter scored all 100% for her subjects...my standard answer would be.."oohh! my son?boys would be boys...they're lazy just like me..hahaha.."
Have it ever crossed the parents mind to let the children be a child?There should be a balance between studying,co-curriculum and time for them to play.Its not that I don't care about my kids but I want them to enjoy life.Think about it,there's tv,video games,dvd,computers and internet and if we do not encourage them to go out and play outside in the sun,the children would be stuck infront of the TV or video game or computer all day long.
I remember the days where I would follow my younger brothers to play football in the field,get soaked in the rain&running in the mud or climbing the guava or ciku trees.We would go fishing with poles made from rembia branch or bamboo sticks,tied the "tangsi" rope and fasten the fishing hook at the end of the rope.We would dug the soil for worms as bait.Back then the stream besides my mom's house is not as dried up like today,it was full of fish and flows lazily.The villagers could actually wash their clothes in the stream,the water is clean and cool but my parents never allows us to take a dip in that stream..
We already have pipe water back then but now and then we would join our neighbours to draw water from the well and take a bath at the well.The water would be so refreshing and cool for this hot tropical climate.To keep the well water clean and clear,the villagers would put "tawas" in the well.Its a type of rock I presumed...Behind my parents house,my grandparents had planted some fruit trees,there's rambutan trees,mango trees,ciku and rambai..During the fruit season,there would be mangoes hanging from the trees and the neighboring kids would come by and steal the mangoes..my brothers and me would complained to Mak but she would just dismissed us and said let them have it,we "sedekah", we wouldn't be able to eat all those fruits ourselves anyway..I love ciku,I would go to the tree every now and then to look for big ones,pluck it,clean it(Awok, my nanny taught me how to clean it) and put it in the rice bin for it to ripe.Till now,I still could finish a whole basket of ciku by myself...
I also remember, when my grandparents is still around,there would be this elderly lady,who would go around our kampung(village),carrying a basket on her head,she sell "laksam"."Cik" my maternal grandma would buy them now and then.It looks like kway teow made of flour,and rolled into a mini swiss roll,then the roll will be cut with scissors into little spirals.The gravy is made from boiled and pounded fish meat,mixed with pounded shallots, blackpepper, ginger and expressed tamarind juice and cooked in coconut milk.There's "ulam"(a mixture of raw vegetables like bean sprouts,cabbage) to accompany the dish.I often wonder,how could the lady actually balance the basket on her head...
Behind our house,there's a small hut.There's an old woman who lives on her own.I love to watch her weaves the strip of mengkuang into a mat.In her front yard,there would be strips of mengkuang which have been dyed with colours and dried up in the sun for it to be weaved into a mat at a later date.
How I wish my sons would be able to have this sort of experience but time change.There's no more elderly lady selling "laksam".If we felt like having it,we actually have to drive out to look for any stall selling "laksam" and the taste..not as delicious like the good ol' days
Parents nowdays are so competitive,there's religious class for the kids to attend,tuition at night after school or KUMON,there's swimming class or music class on weekend,even slot in martial art class.Being a mother,quite frequently I would get this type of question,how many A's did you boys get?what are the marks?My daughter scored all 100% for her subjects...my standard answer would be.."oohh! my son?boys would be boys...they're lazy just like me..hahaha.."
Have it ever crossed the parents mind to let the children be a child?There should be a balance between studying,co-curriculum and time for them to play.Its not that I don't care about my kids but I want them to enjoy life.Think about it,there's tv,video games,dvd,computers and internet and if we do not encourage them to go out and play outside in the sun,the children would be stuck infront of the TV or video game or computer all day long.
I remember the days where I would follow my younger brothers to play football in the field,get soaked in the rain&running in the mud or climbing the guava or ciku trees.We would go fishing with poles made from rembia branch or bamboo sticks,tied the "tangsi" rope and fasten the fishing hook at the end of the rope.We would dug the soil for worms as bait.Back then the stream besides my mom's house is not as dried up like today,it was full of fish and flows lazily.The villagers could actually wash their clothes in the stream,the water is clean and cool but my parents never allows us to take a dip in that stream..
We already have pipe water back then but now and then we would join our neighbours to draw water from the well and take a bath at the well.The water would be so refreshing and cool for this hot tropical climate.To keep the well water clean and clear,the villagers would put "tawas" in the well.Its a type of rock I presumed...Behind my parents house,my grandparents had planted some fruit trees,there's rambutan trees,mango trees,ciku and rambai..During the fruit season,there would be mangoes hanging from the trees and the neighboring kids would come by and steal the mangoes..my brothers and me would complained to Mak but she would just dismissed us and said let them have it,we "sedekah", we wouldn't be able to eat all those fruits ourselves anyway..I love ciku,I would go to the tree every now and then to look for big ones,pluck it,clean it(Awok, my nanny taught me how to clean it) and put it in the rice bin for it to ripe.Till now,I still could finish a whole basket of ciku by myself...
I also remember, when my grandparents is still around,there would be this elderly lady,who would go around our kampung(village),carrying a basket on her head,she sell "laksam"."Cik" my maternal grandma would buy them now and then.It looks like kway teow made of flour,and rolled into a mini swiss roll,then the roll will be cut with scissors into little spirals.The gravy is made from boiled and pounded fish meat,mixed with pounded shallots, blackpepper, ginger and expressed tamarind juice and cooked in coconut milk.There's "ulam"(a mixture of raw vegetables like bean sprouts,cabbage) to accompany the dish.I often wonder,how could the lady actually balance the basket on her head...
Behind our house,there's a small hut.There's an old woman who lives on her own.I love to watch her weaves the strip of mengkuang into a mat.In her front yard,there would be strips of mengkuang which have been dyed with colours and dried up in the sun for it to be weaved into a mat at a later date.
How I wish my sons would be able to have this sort of experience but time change.There's no more elderly lady selling "laksam".If we felt like having it,we actually have to drive out to look for any stall selling "laksam" and the taste..not as delicious like the good ol' days
Saturday, 19 April 2008
Back to kampung to see Mak
I actually decided to go back to my hometown and visit my mom.Applied 2 days leave and drive back to my hometown in Kuantan,Pahang on Thursday.Its a 3 hours journey from Kuala Lumpur to Kuantan.Called my mom earlier in the morning,she said she's alright and we don't have to worry.
Knowing any mother,they would not want their children to worry.
On Thursday night,after work,my sister Ajah(sibling no.5),myself,the boys and my maid drove all the way to Kuantan.My kids were very happy to go back to Kuantan to see their grandma, grandpa and most of all their cousins.We reached my mom's place around 11.30 pm.My mom,Mak was so happy to see us.Abah and Mak was resting and about to retire to bed.Mak's face beamed when we arrived.Luqman&Iddin was jumping up and down.Iddin my youngest was running around and climbing all over the place.
Abah keep reminding Mak to drink more water coz she suppose to go for an x-ray the next day to check whether the medicine managed to flushed out the particles from her urinal system.We went back to KL after her appointment and after Friday prayers.Mak said she felt better& appreciate that we came home to visit her.
This picture was taken a few months back.The boys and their cousins are playing kite outside mak's house.Mak's house is a big kampung house,a walking distance to a beach,facing the South China Sea.The house was built partly from wood and brick and sits partly on stilts.It used to be my late grandparents house.My kids loves my mom's place because its big,compare to my living room in KL,mine would only take 1/4 of her total square feet of Mak's living room...There's no fence surrounding the house.The boys just love to run around chasing chickens,ducks and goats..I hope my boys would know how to climb trees like I do when I was their age...its so difficult nowdays to find any guava tree or any fruit tree that's low enough for them to climb its branch...
Mak's house situated in a fishing village.Life is typically very relax compared to KL metropolitan life.Fisherman set out to the sea before dawn. After selling the days catch,they would have their breakfast,dry their nets,some would mend their fishing net or "pukat" as we called it here.The fisherman would also spend their time playing checkers or "dam" on a "pangkin"(a flat wooden platform)by the beach after their hard days work.
Whenever I felt the pressure this is the place I find solace..the sea breeze,the sound of the waves crashing,the birds chirping,the sounds of chicken and hens,the bleating of goats...peace to the soul..
Knowing any mother,they would not want their children to worry.
On Thursday night,after work,my sister Ajah(sibling no.5),myself,the boys and my maid drove all the way to Kuantan.My kids were very happy to go back to Kuantan to see their grandma, grandpa and most of all their cousins.We reached my mom's place around 11.30 pm.My mom,Mak was so happy to see us.Abah and Mak was resting and about to retire to bed.Mak's face beamed when we arrived.Luqman&Iddin was jumping up and down.Iddin my youngest was running around and climbing all over the place.
Abah keep reminding Mak to drink more water coz she suppose to go for an x-ray the next day to check whether the medicine managed to flushed out the particles from her urinal system.We went back to KL after her appointment and after Friday prayers.Mak said she felt better& appreciate that we came home to visit her.
This picture was taken a few months back.The boys and their cousins are playing kite outside mak's house.Mak's house is a big kampung house,a walking distance to a beach,facing the South China Sea.The house was built partly from wood and brick and sits partly on stilts.It used to be my late grandparents house.My kids loves my mom's place because its big,compare to my living room in KL,mine would only take 1/4 of her total square feet of Mak's living room...There's no fence surrounding the house.The boys just love to run around chasing chickens,ducks and goats..I hope my boys would know how to climb trees like I do when I was their age...its so difficult nowdays to find any guava tree or any fruit tree that's low enough for them to climb its branch...
Mak's house situated in a fishing village.Life is typically very relax compared to KL metropolitan life.Fisherman set out to the sea before dawn. After selling the days catch,they would have their breakfast,dry their nets,some would mend their fishing net or "pukat" as we called it here.The fisherman would also spend their time playing checkers or "dam" on a "pangkin"(a flat wooden platform)by the beach after their hard days work.Whenever I felt the pressure this is the place I find solace..the sea breeze,the sound of the waves crashing,the birds chirping,the sounds of chicken and hens,the bleating of goats...peace to the soul..
Wednesday, 16 April 2008
My Mom
I called my mother this morning,wanted to tell her that I received another interview for a job opening,but abah answered her hp instead.Abah told me that mak not well,she complained that she's in pain whenever she wanted to pee and she complained that she's so tired and her back&waist hurts so much.Abah brought Mak to the hospital and they referred her to a surgeon.Apparently,Dr. suspect there's stone.She sounded very weak when I spoke with her.
My hubby was panicky,he asked me to call everyone,told him to calm down&I will update my younger siblings later.Managed to called Abah after lunch,there's particles in her urinal gland(I hope I got this correct..).Doc. gv her medication and for her to rest at home.
(A picture of Mak &Abah and me...)
I'm so worried...lately both my parents are not well.There's only the two of them in the house.Day time there would be my brother's maid,because my nieces went to a chinese school near my parents house.Night time they would be on their own...I actually misses them a lot.They just came to my house last week.Mak went shopping during the Craft Carnival and bought a whole bunch of stuff.She spend about RM1000 plus minus..I can tell you that she managed to fill up the boot of the car and the passenger seats with her stuff.She bought mengkuang mat,tudung saji(traditional food cover),little trinkets box,boxed made from leaves(A sabah product), woven basket..etc (to name a few..). I was so teruja with the stuff that she bought that I actually went to the craft sale & bought some stuff myself.She knew that I love that kind of stuff,traditional stuff...I did went gaga actually...but then I have limited budget so I really have to choose the stuff that I need and really want...
The thing about my mom& me,when I was younger we were not the best of friends.My mom was brought up with strict up bringing,she's the youngest of 6 siblings.She was not allowed to further studies in boarding school let alone to go to university.She was a civil servant in the state prosecutor's office,The PA for the DPP (i guess that's why I'm inclined towards doing law).Her former bosses are the judges in the High Court of Malaya.I remember that I used to sit in her office after kindergarten until lunch time before we heads home.She would give me a paper and a pencil for me to scribble.I remember uncle Maniam,a very nice chap,who would chat with me& share wafer biscuits with me,I remember Mr.Varghese,an elderly man,very strict,no nonsense looking.I kinda of afraid of him,then there's Auntie Lily,my mom's cousin,Achik Kiah,Abang Li...
Believe it or not,they still keep in touch despite all those years.
My mom was a great believer in etiquette,we have to dress properly,sit properly,eat properly..while me on the other hand,reaching my teens,I was rebellious...It took a divorce on my part to actually bring us closer.We had our differences, but no matter what,a mother will always love her child.
Tuesday, 15 April 2008
Queeen of the house
My gynae actually gave me that title "The Queen"...why?because I have four boys and a husband to pamper me..I'm the Queen of the house she said.My eldest is Ariff.Easy to take care of when he was a baby. Love to read books to him since he's a baby,till now he loves reading.The next pregnancy I thot I would try for a girl.Initially,the Doc was pretty positive that it was a girl.Then baby actually turned one day&Doc captured on the screen a "teapot"..hahaha there goes of having a girl.Somehow deep inside,I had a feeling that its gonna be another boy,during delivery the nurses actually lift him up for me to see that baby's a boy.That's Haziq my second son..he have a beautiful thick black hair when he was born.There's funny story how he was born.Will write on another day.Luqman my third son..a very cheeky one here.He was induced earlier than his due date.I had grown so fat & big that my body couldn't take the pressure.My blood pressure was high for pregnancy and it cound put the baby's life in danger.My last(?) son Iddin,the smallest of the lot but very fast.......
I misses them everyday..when things are down,their smiles makes my day,when I goes home its their laughter cheers me up...everyday they would ask,ada barang tak?they would ask whether there's things to carry,any sweets for them etc.I talk with my kids a lot...Luqman would start telling what CD he's been watching&Iddin would be blabbing as well.The two elder one would be having their dinner,or came down to see before going upstairs again to do their homework or play with their playstation....
I misses them everyday..when things are down,their smiles makes my day,when I goes home its their laughter cheers me up...everyday they would ask,ada barang tak?they would ask whether there's things to carry,any sweets for them etc.I talk with my kids a lot...Luqman would start telling what CD he's been watching&Iddin would be blabbing as well.The two elder one would be having their dinner,or came down to see before going upstairs again to do their homework or play with their playstation....
Monday, 14 April 2008
Video clip by the Storyteller
This videoclip was by Yasmin Ahmad-the Storyteller(check out her blog).
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ALf7YExXoiI&feature=related
I love all her movies,its close to the heart.Some people said that her movies don't really potray Malaysia,but I think they do.Sepet for instance,we live in multicultural society,so falling in love with another race is not unusual,so does a government officer having a live in maid who actually becomes part of the family.My parents display their affection to each other openly.My bestfriend in primary school was a chinese girl.
maybe to some people they don't experienced all that&I thinks thats why they feel those scenes in Yasmin movies are nonsense.Some people think her movies are "kekampungan".Why is that?is it because we are so called modern that we tend to forget where we're from?
I love her Ads too!especially those she did for Petronas.To some people her ad did not connect Petronas as a product,but looking from the other perspective,whenever you see those heart warming Ads,you knew its from Petronas.
Kampung or not her ads always touch my heart.
To me keep on "berkarya" Yasmin!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ALf7YExXoiI&feature=related
I love all her movies,its close to the heart.Some people said that her movies don't really potray Malaysia,but I think they do.Sepet for instance,we live in multicultural society,so falling in love with another race is not unusual,so does a government officer having a live in maid who actually becomes part of the family.My parents display their affection to each other openly.My bestfriend in primary school was a chinese girl.
maybe to some people they don't experienced all that&I thinks thats why they feel those scenes in Yasmin movies are nonsense.Some people think her movies are "kekampungan".Why is that?is it because we are so called modern that we tend to forget where we're from?
I love her Ads too!especially those she did for Petronas.To some people her ad did not connect Petronas as a product,but looking from the other perspective,whenever you see those heart warming Ads,you knew its from Petronas.
Kampung or not her ads always touch my heart.
To me keep on "berkarya" Yasmin!
Sunday, 13 April 2008
Ne Me Quitte Pas
Hubby emailed me this,he sent Mukhsin's music video of this song from u tube and the lyrics. Will write in next time,why he suddenly post...not that suddenly actually...heheheh
Ne me quitte pas /Don't leave me
Il faut oublier /it 's neccesary to forget
Tout peut s'oublier/ everything you need to forget
Qui s'enfuit deja /which is already over
Oublier le temps /forget the times
Des malentendus /of the misunderstandings
Et le temps perdu /the lost time
A savoir comment /to know how
Oublier ces heures /forget the hours
Qui tuaient parfois /which sometimes kill
A coups de pourquoi /the reasons why
Le coeur du bonheur /the heart full of joy
Ne me quitte pas/ Don't leave me
Ne me quitte pas /Don't leave me
Ne me quitte pas /Don't leave me
Ne me quitte pas /Don't leave me
Moi je t'offrirai /I offer you
Des perles de pluie/ pearls of rain
Venues de pays /coming from countries
Ou il ne pleut pas /where it never rains
Je creus'rai la terre/ I will cross the world
Jusqu' apres ma mort/ until after my death
Pour couvrir ton corps /for to cover your body
D'or et de lumiere; /with gold and bright light
Je f'rai un domaine /I will give you a kingdom
Ou l'amour s 'ra roi /where LOVE will be king
Ou l'amour s' ra loi /Where LOVE will be the law
ou tu serais reine /and where you will be queen
Ne me quitte pas /Don't leave me
Ne me quitte pas /Don't leave me
Ne me quitte pas /Don't leave me
Ne me quitte pas /Don't leave me
Ne me quitte pas /Don't leave me
Ne me quitte pas /Don't leave me
Ne me quitte pas /Don't leave me
Il faut oublier /it 's neccesary to forget
Tout peut s'oublier/ everything you need to forget
Qui s'enfuit deja /which is already over
Oublier le temps /forget the times
Des malentendus /of the misunderstandings
Et le temps perdu /the lost time
A savoir comment /to know how
Oublier ces heures /forget the hours
Qui tuaient parfois /which sometimes kill
A coups de pourquoi /the reasons why
Le coeur du bonheur /the heart full of joy
Ne me quitte pas/ Don't leave me
Ne me quitte pas /Don't leave me
Ne me quitte pas /Don't leave me
Ne me quitte pas /Don't leave me
Moi je t'offrirai /I offer you
Des perles de pluie/ pearls of rain
Venues de pays /coming from countries
Ou il ne pleut pas /where it never rains
Je creus'rai la terre/ I will cross the world
Jusqu' apres ma mort/ until after my death
Pour couvrir ton corps /for to cover your body
D'or et de lumiere; /with gold and bright light
Je f'rai un domaine /I will give you a kingdom
Ou l'amour s 'ra roi /where LOVE will be king
Ou l'amour s' ra loi /Where LOVE will be the law
ou tu serais reine /and where you will be queen
Ne me quitte pas /Don't leave me
Ne me quitte pas /Don't leave me
Ne me quitte pas /Don't leave me
Ne me quitte pas /Don't leave me
Ne me quitte pas /Don't leave me
Ne me quitte pas /Don't leave me
Tuesday, 8 April 2008
Mystery,Mitos or reality?
We are moving towards 21st century..but are we modern enough not to believe in hocus pocus?magic?shamans or bomoh?witchcraft? I don't really believe in all that myself but God is great,life is full of mysteries...when I was a littel girl,stories are told of the myterious world,another world that co-exist with our human world.Its the "bunian" world they said.
My dad had an accident when my mom was pregnant with me.It was a bad one that he broke his leg and doctor had to insert metal in his hand & leg with the propect of he would not be able to walk again without crutches.Everyday,my mom,heavily pregnant with me,k., would visit my Dad in the hospital.She said,back then in 1970's ,trishaw was a popular mode of tranportation to go around town.She told me that when she was huffing& puffing walking to the hospital,a trishaw came to her side an offered his services.Since then,the same old man,would wait at the same spot everyday for my mother to send her to the hospital.During her rides that this old man suggested my mom to bring my Dad to another old man "Bomoh Patah" or broken bones shaman(don't know the correct translation) that would massage his legs and make it better.
After discussing with my dad,both of them took the chances and went and see the old shaman.They were given some medicinal leaves to grind and the method was to grind it with "batu giling" or a mortar.After grinding the leaves,my mom have to put the paste onto my Dad's leg.The old man told my parents,in 3 nights in a row,he will feel a massage sensation but they are forbid to talk,to question or to make any noise during that time.2 nights went on without any hiccups,my dad can feel as if somebody was massaging his legs but on the 3rd night,while he can feel the massage, a cry broke out.Guess what?it was me waking up for my milk...then poof!its gone.A week later my Dad felt better,he could walk with crutches the without.My dad still have a slight limp on his left leg till now,it was the leg where the massage treatment was not complete.
I don't know whether to believe or not.Only Allah knows better coz they are all his creations.And with his will also that we will heal.
My son Haziq,he broke his arm when he was just 3 years old while playing.I noticed he was in pain when he wanted to wash his hands after having his dinner.It was a fasting month.My mom asked me to go get an elderly neighbour to prepared some "air tawar".My instinct was to quickly feel his arms,hands and I could feel a jutting bone.Quickly I brought him to the hospital.well kids being kids,despite having broken bone,he still kept on running happily chasing after his elder brother and his cousins.His left hand was in cast.My in laws that time wanted to bring Haziq to this "bomoh patah" in Pekan but he was unavailable the day.After a week,I brought Haziq along when I visited this old man.When he saw Haziq's hand,he offered to massage his arm but Haziq have to withstand the pain a bit.He had requested Haziq&me to recite the Al-Fatihah, 3 times.He took out a piece of bamboo and massage the bamboo.He didn't touch my sons hand but I saw Haziq cringing in pain and the old man pacified Haziq,just a little more,you're a strong boy..bla bla bla..
It amazed me,how some people would be able to communicate with people from another world to help them.But syukur..Haziq have never been better after that.Who would have guessed he use to have a broken bone in his arm
Is this a mystery?Myth or reality?
My dad had an accident when my mom was pregnant with me.It was a bad one that he broke his leg and doctor had to insert metal in his hand & leg with the propect of he would not be able to walk again without crutches.Everyday,my mom,heavily pregnant with me,k., would visit my Dad in the hospital.She said,back then in 1970's ,trishaw was a popular mode of tranportation to go around town.She told me that when she was huffing& puffing walking to the hospital,a trishaw came to her side an offered his services.Since then,the same old man,would wait at the same spot everyday for my mother to send her to the hospital.During her rides that this old man suggested my mom to bring my Dad to another old man "Bomoh Patah" or broken bones shaman(don't know the correct translation) that would massage his legs and make it better.
After discussing with my dad,both of them took the chances and went and see the old shaman.They were given some medicinal leaves to grind and the method was to grind it with "batu giling" or a mortar.After grinding the leaves,my mom have to put the paste onto my Dad's leg.The old man told my parents,in 3 nights in a row,he will feel a massage sensation but they are forbid to talk,to question or to make any noise during that time.2 nights went on without any hiccups,my dad can feel as if somebody was massaging his legs but on the 3rd night,while he can feel the massage, a cry broke out.Guess what?it was me waking up for my milk...then poof!its gone.A week later my Dad felt better,he could walk with crutches the without.My dad still have a slight limp on his left leg till now,it was the leg where the massage treatment was not complete.
I don't know whether to believe or not.Only Allah knows better coz they are all his creations.And with his will also that we will heal.
My son Haziq,he broke his arm when he was just 3 years old while playing.I noticed he was in pain when he wanted to wash his hands after having his dinner.It was a fasting month.My mom asked me to go get an elderly neighbour to prepared some "air tawar".My instinct was to quickly feel his arms,hands and I could feel a jutting bone.Quickly I brought him to the hospital.well kids being kids,despite having broken bone,he still kept on running happily chasing after his elder brother and his cousins.His left hand was in cast.My in laws that time wanted to bring Haziq to this "bomoh patah" in Pekan but he was unavailable the day.After a week,I brought Haziq along when I visited this old man.When he saw Haziq's hand,he offered to massage his arm but Haziq have to withstand the pain a bit.He had requested Haziq&me to recite the Al-Fatihah, 3 times.He took out a piece of bamboo and massage the bamboo.He didn't touch my sons hand but I saw Haziq cringing in pain and the old man pacified Haziq,just a little more,you're a strong boy..bla bla bla..
It amazed me,how some people would be able to communicate with people from another world to help them.But syukur..Haziq have never been better after that.Who would have guessed he use to have a broken bone in his arm
Is this a mystery?Myth or reality?
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