What's your priority?

What's your priority?

1. When I was a little, the meaning of doa was to pass exams with flying colors. It went on and on till college and university. Well, I admit it once in a while I asked to have that good looking, lol~

2. Later, my doa was to have a good job, success and good wife. It was like an absolute truth for me!

3. Then, reaching the dusk, I have found a new meaning of doa. It is peace, ease in everything that I do, and more importantly is all kind of goodness in the world and hereafter for my parents. And if I have to choose only one, I choose the later.

4. Why did not I think of this sooner? I guess I was lost in my own world, drifting apart helplessly, not to realise the real gemstones that I always have with me. And I am about to loose them soon. May Allah bless them in this world and in the hereafter.

P/s: The 5th gemstone is irremovable.

Happy 5th anniversary

Hi Mak Aisyah,

Guess what? It has been 5 years already since we said yes to each other.

Thank you for being my wife, thank you for raising Aisyah for me.

Aku, bas dan kenangan

Aku, bas dan kenangan...

1. My memory on riding bus is so much hassle but fun.

2. When I studied in Kolej Mara Banting, my parents only sent me once during the registration day (tu pun pinjam kereta uncle, the 3 of us rode bus to KL, and we borrowed the car). After that, for 2 years, I used bus to come back and forth to KL-Kelantan (including my very last day in KMB).

3. Back then, the central station was at Hentian Putra. It was so old, small and lack of basic necessities. The public restroom, surau, cafetaria, etc. You name it. But then, we did not have much choice.
From KMB to Hentian Putra, we had used all sorts of transportation, mini-bus, taxi, commuter, donkey, crocodile, etc. It took almost the entire office hour just to reach the station.
O 4. Nowadays, the demolished Hentian Putra and moved the Central Station to Terminal Bas Sepadu (TBS). It is so much better, it feels like you are at the airport. Thank you so much Malaysia for this!!!

5. And tonight, Allah gives me another chance to ride the bus. I just bring back all the memories brushing all the cobwebs. I miss everyone, I miss my parents, I miss my childhood. All of them will be in my mind until I die, or taken from me.

The ugly duckling

The Ugly Duck

1. Like the story that we all know, there was a duck who looked different than the others, that caused it to be isolated from the tribe. The duck was mocked, left to cry, laugh and play alone, even by its mother because of that. To cut it short, eventually everybody realised that the weird duck turned out to be the most beautiful thing ever because it was actually a swan.

2. I modified the story by telling my version to my daughter. I said the duck should not be sad, instead it should be happy. If nobody wants to play with it, then it should find another friends. Or, it should create other treasures-skills-things so that other ducks appreciate and demand its presence, i.e. fishing skills, good knowledge on fish per say, etc. The duck should also go to the mother and confront her for the unfair treatment.

3. I have my own reason for telling this story but my method was stupid. A 4-year-old kid was so upset with the story and she got so cranky tonight. She said I was lying, as the story was different from what have been told to her. She demanded the mother to tell her the story and asked me to go out of the room. Then I said, I dont want to change my story, because I was the duck.

4. Wifey came and said that, please come back to the reality. Okay... lol~