Tuesday, October 9, 2012

اِنّا لِلّهِ وَاِنّا اِلَيْهِ رَجِعُوْنَ

اِنّا لِلّهِ وَاِنّا اِلَيْهِ رَجِعُوْنَ

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Sleep eludes me yet again

Sleep eludes me for the second consecutive night in my hotel room in Kuching. Strangely I had easily fallen asleep but when I was awaken in the middle of the night, I had difficulty resuming my sleep.

I had contemplated resuming my editing work but did not want to disturb my sleeping hubby.

So here I am blogging my thoughts in the wee hours of the morning.

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Erti sebuah keindahan

Di sebalik nota kecil itu
Terkubur seribu kenangan
Bait bait syair
Rangkap rangkap ketulusan

Nota diselak sehelai demi sehelai
Diiringi senyuman penuh bermakna
Kenangan terindah terpampang di bola mata
Ada tika ia ketawa
Ada tika berjejeran air mata

Kokokan ayam membelah kesunyian
Pecutan kenderaan mengganggu kedamaian
Laungan azan sayup kedengaran
Bangunlah kamu dari lamunan!
Tika kebosanan melanda
Daun daunan berguguran
Benak fikiran bercelaru

Tikaman di kalbu terasa
Kealpaan kelalaian
Tiadakah perasaan malu

Ingatlah akan azab neraka
Duniawi dipentingkan
Malaikat pencatat baru berlalu

Allah SWT kau pinggirkan
Apakah kesudahan dirimu?

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Ya Allah. Berikanlah diri aku ini kekuatan
Aku masih dibelenggu
Kenangan silam sering menghantui ku
Kepedihan di lubuk hati
Kepiluan di sanubari
Tidak berupaya untuk aku menahan
Ingatan lampau yang berlegar di benak fikiran ku
Sepanjang perjalanan ku yang berliku liku
Keperitan yang telah aku meniti
Tidak sanggup lagi aku mengharungi
Telah aku cuba melupakan
Namun sering buntu
Paparan demi paparan
Jelas terbayang di mata hati ku
Kemasyghulan bagai onak nan berduri
Aku dambakan kebahagiaan
Namun semuanya palsu
Aku sering termanggu
Kemelut ingatan menghiris jiwa ku
Ya Allah bantulah hamba mu ini
Dekatkan aku pada Penawar untuk Hatiku! 






Friday, July 6, 2012

Mak, I Need You So

9 November 2009, Monday (22 Zulkaedah)

Mak
You brought me into this world 
eon years away
You tended to me 
day and night
You watched me grow
From a wriggling tiny tot 
to an adult
Many existence later
you gave my hands away
Mak I miss you so
I miss your soft touch
I miss your gentle caress
I miss your soothing advice
I miss your endearing voice
Oh how I miss you Mak
Can you hear me?
Can you touch me?
Can you caress me?
Can you console me?
Mak I need you so....

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

A place called loneliness...

Can you be surrounded by people, yet feel lonely?


  
Do you still feel lonely amidst a sea of people? 

At times we can feel a sense of loneliness even when we are surrounded by many people.
If you could shop for loneliness,
would you shop alone?

Would you shop among many,
or would there even be any?

And if you were to find loneliness,
sitting there upon a shelf.

Would you be willing to pay the price,
for the seclusion of ones self?

We spite the feel of loneliness.
Although it is quite real.

We can't quite escape the darkness and self pity,
that loneliness makes us feel.

Loneliness often makes us think of family
and mistakes we have made in life.

My loneliness comes most often,
when I think about my parents and my family. 


Ku lakarkan sebuah impian

Di hati ku lakarkan sebuah impian
Yang aku namakan harapan
Apabila ku tentukan arah serta tujuan
Rela ku hadapi cabaran

Jalan ke puncak itu beronak dan berliku
Menyukarkan pendakianku
Namun tetap ku gagahi hati yang rapuh ini
Demi hasrat yang suci


Aku sangkakan harapan selembut impian
Yang menguliti tidur insan
Kiranya kehidupan tidak sedemikian
Goyah hatiku oleh kenyataan
Tak harus ku turuti kelemahan diri
Tak daya bertahan diuji
Lalu aku mengumpulkan semula kekuatan
Berlandaskan keimanan

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Bisakah masa merubah segalanya?

Pabila malam menerjah
Tatkala sunyi membelah waktu
Ketika cengkerik bersahu sahutan
Tika haiwan dan manusia melabuhkan tubuh mereka
Selepas keletihan melalui hari yang berliku




Aku cuba memejamkan mataku
Aku cuba melupakan segala galanya
Aku cuba menepis rasa duka
Aku cuba menangkis perasaan hiba
Aku cuba memadamkan dari minda
Aku cuba dan aku cuba
Namun aku tidak terdaya
Air mata kepedihan mula berjujuran
Setitik demi setitik membasahi pipiku dan bahuku
Aku cuba menahan sebak di dada
Aku cuba memendam kehibaan yang bergelora
Aku cuba dan kucuba
Namun aku kecundang
Buat sekian lamanya

Bikakah ini akan berakhir?
Hanya takdir akan menentukannya...
Ku serah hanya pada Yang Maha Esa


WanKinsella@Lubukhatiku

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Destiny - You and I

You
I
Two different souls
But
Our paths crossed
And recrossed
And recrossed
We got entangled along the way
Can the knots ever be untangled?
Can it be detangled?

You
I
Two dfferent beings
Our destiny
Intertwined
Forever

WanKinsella@Lubukhatiku

Saturday, June 2, 2012

Picture this scenario: Funny but True

I am pretty certain that most people had experienced this before. You were happily and confidently walking somewhere, and suddenly your feet graced against something, and you either fell flat on your face, or if you were lucky, you managed to get hold of yourself in the nick of time before being sprawled in an embarrassing heap on the floor.


And what's really hilarious is that 99% of the time, (i.e if you fall under the lucky category), you will turn to look at what had caused the mishap. It is as though, by doing that you'd redeem your embarrassing situation.

And silently telling the world that "hey, it wasn't my fault!" I was careful but that "thing" on the floor, pavement, walkway was the one who had caused it.

Gee!!! I just saw one guy on a rooftop in front of the hotel that I'm staying in Singapore tripped just as he started making his way back.


And you guessed right. Despite knowing that there wasn't anyone watching him, he did turn back to take a look at what "object" had caused him to stumble (of course he didn't realize that yours truly was watching his entire antic from the comfort of my hotel room). Hence, what triggered me to express my thought on this scenario - Funny but True!!!

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

The GIFT of HEALTH is keeping me ALIVE. Thank you Allah!

Friday, April 20, 2012

Hanya Padamu Aku Berserah

Macam-macam yang bermain di benak fikiranku
Ah...berserabutnya
Hanya padamu aku berserah
Ya Allah Ya Rabbi Ya Rabbulalamin


Thursday, April 19, 2012

Friends are like rare gems

Ever wondered why you choose certain friends over the others, especially friends who are dear to you? In our lives, we picked up many friends, and along the way, there would be friends you meet either in school, college, university, work, courses, etc. and these days we can also make lots of friends either through Facebook or other social media platform.

In my case, I have made lots of friends over the years, from my primary school days in Singapre and Penang up to my high school. And I have also befriended many college and university mates in Kuala Lumpur.

These friends form the various phases of your life. Some are like sand on the beach.


With each crushing wave they are washed ashore, while others are like rocks standing strong and steadfast, embedded to last a lifetime.



There are friends who fit the maxim, "A friend in need is a friend indeed", while some others are just there for you briefly, someone who has no qualms deserting you in your hour of need.



I still recalled this story related by my brother when asked why he did not ask one of us siblings to pick him up at the airport (at that time he was still studying abroad) and his reply amused me inmensely. "It's ok. My friend can pick me up. I feel more comfortable getting my friend to pick me up. In any case I do not want to trouble you guys!"

Strange that sometimes we are not comfortable with our own siblings yet we feel very much at ease confiding in our friends, baring our soul to them. Strange indeed but that's life's reality.


Friday, April 13, 2012

Waiting to be devoured

These are my collection of treasure trove waiting to be devoured! Waiting to be devoured

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Delightful-KhaiKids-Stories1: Dari jendelaku-27-3-2012

Dari jendela kamarku, aku perhatikan bas-bas sekolah berlalu. Teringat masa anak-anak aku masih bersekolah. Pengangkutan inilah yang telah membawa mereka ke sekolah saban hari.


Pada pemandu-pemandu bas sekolah ini aku meletakkan nyawa anak-anakku setiap hari. Syukur alhamdulillah, tiada apa-apa perkara yang tidak diingini berlaku dalam tempoh persekolahan mereka.

Fikiranku melayang teringat akan satu kisah yang amat menggelikan hati mengenai anak bongsuku yang juga menggunakan perkhidmatan bas sekolah untuk ke sekolahnnya. Kejadian ini berlaku pada awal persekolahannya. This hilarious story.... - next change!!!


Friday, March 9, 2012

When time stood still

Last night we had a real scare.And I mean a real scare, a moment when time stood still, and we were gasping for breath and our heart eventually stopped beating. It had been real ages when we were last jolted from our sleep with the ringing of the phone in the stillness of the night. And those days, when the phone rang in the middle of the night or in the wee hours of the morning, it only meant one thing. Either our closed ones were in some kind of trouble, accidents had befallen them, or worse still, a death had happened.

So, early this morning, at precisely 12.05 a,m., after both my husband and I had dozed off, I heard the persistent ringing of his phone. My heart missed several beats, and although I couldn't hear exactly what had transpired between him and the caller, I could sense that something awful had happened judging from his body language. The minute he ended the call, his body bent over, and with hands covering his face, he sobbed uncontrollably. I was really shaken and I kept asking him to tell me what had happened.

Somehow I had this instinct that something had happened to my sister-in-law, who underwent operation recently. Despite recovering well, her condition seems erratic.

And my instinct was proven right. My sister-in-law, who is my husband's only sister, and one whom he'd give his limb to had been rushed to a hospital in Bangi around 10.30 p.m, as she was having fainting spells and high bp reading despite not having any problem with her blood pressure prior to the operation.

After a brief examination, the hospital had advised her family to take her to Putrajaya hospital where all her records are kept, so she was rushed to Putarajaya in an ambulance.

Apparently the doctor who had examined her had told my brother-in-law that she could be haemorrhaging in the brain or had probably suffered a stroke.

Imagine hearing this kind of news happening to your loved one. I bravely comforted my husband who kept crying softly. I calmly woke my second son up and told him what had happened. I was hiding my fear for the sake of my husband but deep inside, my heart was screaming and my chest felt as though it was exploding. This couldn't have happened to her. We were just chatting away on Watsapp earlier in the afternoon, and all indications pointed to a good but slow recovery. In fact, I was excited with her recovery progress because that would mean that she could join us for the "merisik" trip we were scheduled to go next weekend.

Both my husband and I dressed quietly. Just as were about to leave for the hospital, we heard the door bell ringing. My eldest son, who had married recently,  had arrived from Seremban with his wife and daughter.  When my son approached my husband to salam him, again he broke into a wrecking, soul and heart-breaking sobs. I could see the distraught look on his face.I was devastated.

We drove in silence until we reached the emergency ward of the  hospital. I can imagine what had gone through my husband's mind, the fear and torment he was suffering. With the passing away of my parents-in-law, my father-in-law in 2010, and my mother-in-law in 2008, my sister-in-law is the only close kin he has, someone whom he loves dearly and would give his life to.

Once we reached the emergency ward of the hospital we were greeted by her sons who related to us what had happened. We waited at the waiting lounge and offered a silent prayer. About 15 minutes after we arrived, I saw a door opening and was hugely relieved to see my sister-in-law being wheeled out of the treatment room by her husband. My husband rushed to hug her and kept kissing her face and forehead. I can imagine how relieved and happy he was.

My brother-in-law later explained that after the doctor had examined her, they did not concur with what the former hospital had diagnosed as her symptoms were not consistent with the earlier diagnosis. And they had advised her to rest at home.

We then saw them to their car, and once again, my husband enveloped her in a tight embrace kissing her face and forehead repeatedly. It was as though he did not want to let her go. It was as though he couldn't believe that she was alright. We left after seeing them off.

In the car, my husband had softly and quietly told our sons and daughter in law, "Ngah is the only person I have in the world. There is no one else." I felt sharp tears springing to my eyes. But I held myself together and rubbed his shoulder and face softly. Ya Allah! The love of a sibling knows no bound!

I wish my sister-in-law speedy recovery and hope she'll recover fully.

Tini, we still need you for many more happy occasions we're celebrating this year and years to come. I love you my dear, and you know that you will always have a special place in our hearts. May Allah speed up your recovery and may Allah bless you.

Monday, March 5, 2012

Are you coming or not?

Oh my! It's been ages since I last wrote in my blog. I have been buried under a rubble and mountains of work/projects/commitments since the 3rd quarter of last year that I've totally neglected penning down my thoughts.


If truth be told, my schedule is still extremely tight. Alas, I am compelled to write as I've been feeling awfully frustrated lately.


To be precise I'm fed up. I'm fed up with people who do not have the courtesy to reply or respond to RSVPs or emails or sms.




RSVP, in case you're wondering what it means, stands for a French phrase, "respondez, s'il vous plait,', which when translated, simply means, "please reply'. 


Trust me, it will not take more than 1 or 2 seconds to reply to an sms. If you do not believe me, try timing yourself! What really bugs me is that some of these people not only fail to respond to sms, they don't even have the courtesy to respond or pick up phone calls!!


Sometimes, I just wonder why people ever bother to own a handphone if all they do is ignore all calls or smses! Aren't these people aware that courtesy would demand them to respond to RSVPs or smses?


Imagine if everyone were to have such uncouth and ill-mannered habits, what would happen to a host who needs to tally the number of guests against food to be catered or ordered for a function he/she is planning to host?


The rules surrounding reply etiquettes remain the same as they have always been, since time immemorial. Having RSVP etiquette is a perfect opportunity to show that you are considerate and respectful of other people's time and thoughts.


The term RSVP is a polite way of requesting a response to the invitation, not a suggestion to the invited guest to respond if he or she feels like it.


For those people out there who are still in the dark as to what I'm talking or rambling about, I would urge you to read this interesting article on RSVP.


Alright people. Think carefully again when you receive an invite in future (regardless of what the invitation is for). Just allocate a few seconds to RSVP which will go a long way in aleviating any problems your host may encounter. You may think it is trivial and silly, but one fine day, you yourself may be at the receiving end. Squirm if you must!!!