Pasir Mas - Kuala Perlis : Another Achievement Unlocked!

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.

So last two weeks Mak and Ayah went to KL. Nak jenjalan di rumah anak-anak di KL katanya. Dan Yam, selaku adik misali, kena duduk rumah sebab Mayyah tak boleh cuti. Jadi kena temankan beliau dan jadi drebar terhormat :'D

On the way hantar Mak dan Ayah ke airport, sempat ayah bagi cadangan kelakar, which pada masa tu langsung tak terfikir that it would come true. Ayah cakap, kalau Mayyah boleh cuti dalam 3 hari minggu depan, ayah cadangkan Yam dan Mayyah ke Kuala Perlis dan ambil feri ke Langkawi dari situ untuk ke rumah Ijat. Manakala Mak dan Ayah akan ambil flight KUL-LGK dari KL.

At that moment, I was like.... where did he got this idea?

And to be frank, benda ni ada jugak terlintas di minda. Tapi segera Yam padamkan dari terus merebak, sebab rasanya macam mustahil je. Ada doubt with my own ability, plus that masa tengah fikir sensorang tu, tak terfikir pun yang mak atau ayah akan izinkan Yam drive all the way to Kuala Perlis. Dengan Mayyah nya yang memang motion sickness, yang memang akan makan ubat mabuk dan akan tidur sepanjang perjalanan.

Tapi bila idea ni datang dari mulut ayah sendiri, I was like... WOW sangat. Tak percaya yang he believed so much in me, hinggakan dia percaya yang Yam boleh drive dengan selamat ke Kuala Perlis tu, yang ikut jalan Grik tu laluannya masha ALLAH bagai ular kena palu bertalu-talu! :'D

Days passed, Mayyah yang susah dapat cuti tu pun dibenarkan cuti. Diskus dengan mak dan ayah, dan nampaknya he really meant what he said to me. All the way from KL, Ayah via phone call, petakan jalan. Yam catit sikit-sikit, dan malam sebelum perjalanan tu, google map the journey, sebab nak tahu laluan secara kasar, simpang mana, akan lalu bandar apa sekian-sekian.

Sebabnya, jarang sangat lalu jalan Grik ni. Dan tak pernah drive pun kat jalan ni. Cuma pernah drive dari Jeli ke Pasir Mas je masa balik dari Langkawi duluuu, tu pun jarak dah dekat, dan ada mak ayah dalam kereta. Ni, all the way, all the time, Yam kena drive. Yeap, I freaked out a little.

Nervous.

It was a matter of life and death for me. Laluan tu, yakni lebuhraya yang menghubungkan Pantai Timur dan utara tanah air tu bukan macam highway biasa yang macam PLUS ke MRR2 ke LEKAS ke yang jalannya lurus, dan ada exit sekian sekian. Tidak ya tuan-tuan.

Jalannya bengkang-bengkok dan masa weekdays, ianya sangat sunyi. Banyak lori je. Oh no!

Tapi takpe. Ayah believed in me, why cant I believe myself kan? Dan Mak pun surprisingly setuju dan sokong cadangan Ayah, maka Yam pun macam...'they believed in me, maknanya aku betul-betul boleh la ni'. Kan?

Hari Selasa tiba. Mak Ayah dah sampai Langkawi Ahad lepas lagi. Yam bangun pagi tu sempat masak bekal sikit-sikit, sebab dorang dah pesan jangan berhenti sangat. Bahaya, gadis berdua je ni. Maka, Yam buat bekal yang boleh dimakan dalam kereta je - mi goreng dan burger heheh. So the journey began.

Pasir Mas - Rantau Panjang - Jeli - Tasik Banding - Grik - Baling - Parit Panjang - Beris Jaya - Jeniang - Gurun (masuk highway) - exit memana je tapi preferably Alor Setar (Selatan).

Mayyah awal-awal lagi dah ngantuk, kesan ubat mabuk dia gamaknya. High je dari Rantau Panjang. Belum sampai Jeli, dah kiok :D Takpe. Kita nyanyi tak nak bagi ngantuk, Yam dah siap download few latest songs untuk menjadi halwa telinga.

Daripada Pasir Mas ke Jeli tu rilek dulu. Kereta banyak lagi atas jalan. Tak rasa sunyi sangat. Tapi bila lepas Jeli nak masuk ke Grik tu, sunyi sungguh! Kereta jarang-jarang, dan jalan dah makin mencabar. Yam dah mulai cuak sebab dah mulai tak biasa. Dah lepas Tasik Banding tu, Yam dah mula belek catatan kat buku nota :'D Check balik route yang Ayah kasi, dan jalan yang Google Map yang Yam print. Noob driver macam ni la :D

Ada la beberapa part yang mencabar. Ayah kata follow signboard Baling, tapi jangan sampai masuk pekan Baling. Lepastu akan jumpa jalan yang mana kena masuk simpang kanan, sebab kalau straight tu ke Kulim/Butterworth. Simpang kanan akan ke Parit Panjang/Jeniang/Sik. Lepas tu masuk kanan lagi sekali. Jalan ke depan, akan jumpa roundabout. Masih follow signboard Parit Panjang. Nanti akan ada simpang ke kiri, ke Beris Jaya untuk ke Jeniang, sort of shortcut untuk tak masuk ke pekan Sik. Kalau straight, masih akan ke Jeniang, cuma akan melalui Sik. Sampai ke Jeniang yang banyak traffic light tu, akan sampai ke Gurun, bila dah di Gurun tu, ambil simpang kiri untuk masuk PLUS. Sampai situ dah selamat dah insha ALLAH :D

[Gigih kan Yam explain jalan. Adalah dimaklumkan ini adalah untuk rujukan pada masa hadapan, manalah tahu kena drive sendiri lagi ke :D]

Masuk PLUS tu, nanti ambil Exit 177 Alor Setar. Dari tol Gurun ke tol Alosr Setar (S) tu, RM4.80 je :)

Lepas tu Yam ikut signboard ke Kangar je, sebab Kuala Perlis dengan Kangar tak jauh mana. In the middle of the way, korang akan jumpa signboard ke jeti Kuala Kedah yang juga boleh membawa korang ke Langkawi.

Tapi kenapa nak tuju ke jeti Kuala Perlis yang lagi 50km jauh daripada jeti Kuala Kedah, sedangkan dari Kuala Kedah pum boleh ambil jeti ke Langkawi?

Sebab ... Ayah cakapppp, heee Ayah cakap, dari Kuala Kedah ke Langkawi, feri dia 2 jam. Kalau dari Kuala Perlis, sejam je. Lagipun, menurut Ijat, di Kuala Perlis lebih selamat. Pernah air pasang di Kuala Kedah dan menenggelamkan kenderaan yang diparkirkan kat situ. Juga sila berhati-hati dengan pengendali parkir kereta. Karang kena tipu.

Follow je signboard Kangar dari tol tadi, akan lalu daerah-daerah di Kedah kemudian masuk daerah di Perlis. Akan jumpa terusan/tali air di bahagian kanan. Follow je signboard Kangar sampai ke sudah, yakni sampai jumpa signboard specifically Jeti Kuala Perlis siap dengan simbol feri, insha ALLAH selamat je sampai di jeti Kuala Perlis.

[ INFO : Yam memang tak guna Waze langsung, untuk navigate jalan. On Waze sekejap je, untuk pastikan berada di jalan yang betul lepas tu off balik. Sebab? Nak jimat bateri. Kalau on mobile data dan Waze sepanjang perjalanan, habis bateri karang susah pula nak contact siapa-siapa kalau jadi apa-apa. That's how I explain technology. Ada kelebihan dan kekurangannya. Gituuuu serius pulak kau sembang ye Yam :D ]

And there you go. We found Kuala Perlis, alhamdulillah. The next thing is to find tempat parkir kereta yang sesuai, sebab the last time Ayah datang sini dengan kereta (which was during Aisyah Nur Jannah's incident, which was without me), Ayah parking jauhh sebab ikut orang yang naik motor ajak.

[ INFO : Biasanya ada je perkhidmatan parkir kereta disediakan berdekatan dengan jeti. Tapi memang kena pandai pilih. Aim yang paling dekat, jangan terpedaya dengan ajakan brader-brader yang naik motor, sebab most probably tempat parkir yang dorang sediakan jauhhh daripada jeti. Sayanglah, sebab rega sama je - RM10/day. ]

Yam ada satu tempat yang awal-awal hari tu pergi, Yam ada nampak satu tempat ni. Betul-betul selepas jeti, belah kiri. Abang penjaga tu akan lambaikan tangan suruh masuk, kalau ada kosong. Kitorang pegi weekdays, alhamdulillah ada kosong, bawah pokok lagi :)

Bertolak tadi 8 am, kitorang sampai siap parking tu 1.15 pm. Abang tu cakap feri pukul 1.30, seterusnya pukul 3, so dia suruh cepat-cepat pegi beli tiket. Nasib baik sangat dekat je parking dengan jeti, Yam berlari anak pegi beli tiket, sementara Mayyah kemaskan barang dalam kereta.

[Info : Feri ke Langkawi dari Kuala Perlis ialah setiap satu setengah jam. Tak silap Yam, tambangnya RM18 untuk dewasa dan RM13 untuk kanak-kanak. Kalau ada banyak masa nak tunggu feri, boleh walk around cari kedai laksa, sebab laksa kat sini besttt. Atau boleh pergi masjid berdekatan tuu sebab masjid dia lawaaaa.]

Berjalan laju dua beradik ni sambil heret luggage menuju ke entrance feri. Alhamdulillah sempat. Feri takdelah bergerak sharp on time. Cuma kena berhati-hati dengan barangan anda, baik semasa beratur nak masuk feri, hinggalah ke tempat penyimpanan barang.

Luggages besar akan dikumpulkan di satu sudut di depan, dan barang2 kecil anda boleh bawa ke tempat duduk. Tapi jangan banyakkk, sebab seat dia tak adalah luas sangat. Sempit je, nak tidur pun tak best sangat. Sejam kemudian, tibalah kami di Bandar Langkawi.

Sungguhlah rasa bangga bila jejakkan kaki ke tanah Mahsuri ni. I did it! Rasa bangga dengan diri sendiri, satu rasa yang tak boleh nak gambarkan. Rasa macam performmm sangat!

Ayah datang jemput dengan tiga beradik tu ; Along, Khadijah dan Imad. I was very happy to see them, and to see he smiled and looked at me, proudly. Awwwhhh this one gentleman, who believes in me more than I believe myself.

So that's it.  Another achievement unlocked la kan? Alhamdulillah. I challenged myself, challenge accepted and mission accomplished. And thanks to Ayah, for putting my ability at another level :)

Looking forward what's next in the future that he would entrust me to do :)

[ gegar pun gegarlah, tetap nak kena upload. Notice that finger? It's Abdullah Fathi's. Sibukkkk je, 'Along nak ambik gambar, Che Sue?'. Kenmain susah nak masuk gambar, tapi kenmain rajin tangkapkan gambar orang. Lahaii Along sayang :D ]

Wallahu'alam, wassalam.


[ p/s : Sorry that this post came with less pics. I wasnt able to capture more pics while I was driving as well. Once in a while je sempat, contohnya masa takde kereta kat depan/belakang, so I can slow down my car. Jadiiii takde gambar signboard ke apa ke, anyway just GoogleMap it a day before. It helped a lot tauuu. And jangan TERLALU bergantung pada Waze, sebab kekadang dalam hutan ke kampung kecil ke takde line internet, so GPS wouldnt be much help. Prepare for the worst, katanya. Ye ye :) Andddd banyakkan baca ayat Kursi, selit dengan zikir dan selawat - semoga selamat sepanjang perjalanan. Tauuu :) ]

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"Ayah buh doh, tapi meter dio xggerok!"

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.

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Yam : Ayoh, nak gi tamboh skeleng dok kat parking?

Cg Kamal : Mesin tu punoh Ayoh sero. Ayoh buh doh skeleng, tapi meter dio xggerok pun!

Yam :  Pahtu, Ayoh wat gano??

Cg Kamal : Ayoh selit ketas.

Yam : Ayoh buh berapo pesen??

Cg Kamal : Mulo-mulo Ayoh buh 20sen. Meter xggerok. Ayoh xbuh doh la. Ayoh selit kertas kok lube dio tu. 

Yam : Ayohhh bayare dio keno start nga 40sen, baru meter ggerok! 30 minit.

Cg Kamal : Jolo ko? Mano Ayoh tahu. Ayoh ingat mesin tu punoh, dio nok tele pitih Ayoh.

Yam : Ayohhh....!

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Sekiann cerita Yam dan Cg Kamal :D

Comel kan ayah Yam? 

Macam Yam ;)

K bai.

Wallahu'alam, wassalam.

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Bismillah.

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Aytuk selalu ada benda menarik yang dia buat, yang membuatkan aku rasa seronok untuk dikongsikan dengan Ayah.

Contohnya, masa aku nak bawak dia pi jenjalan, dia tanya ;

"Kau nak bawak aku pegi negara mana ni?"

"Aytuk nak pegi negara mana?" Aku layankan jugak jenaka Aytuk tu. Negara manalah sangat kan. Naik kereta je, bukannya helikopter atau kapal selam pun.

"Aku nak pegi Afrika."

Kemainnn nak pegi Afrika. Heee :D *background music : Waka Waka by Shakira*

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Jadiiii banyak cerita pasal Aytuk yang aku kongsi dengan Ayah, since Ayah kurang luangkan masa dengan Aytuk, sebab puasa-puasa ni, Ayah lebih banyak duduk di masjid, berbanding rumah.

Dalam kereta, dalam perjalanan dari terawih di Stadium Muhammad IV di Kota Bharu, aku sembang pasal Aytuk dengan Ayah. Ohh ya, Aytuk tu ayah kepada Ayah, merangkap datuk aku.

Kencang aku sembang pasal momen-momen indah (?) aku dengan Aytuk. Ayah dengar sambil gelak-gelak. Senang hati aku dengar Ayah gelak. Tetiba, Ayah berkata sesuatu yang mematikan gelak tawa aku.

"Agak-agak, Ayah dengan Along atau Iqbal esok-esok, sempat tak macam Aytuk dengan kau?"

Sentap.

Aku seronok gebang pasal aku dengan datuk aku. Di sebalik tawa Ayah sambil dengar cerita aku, Ayah sempat berfikir, sempat ke dia ; sebagai datuk, dengan cucu-cucu dia , esok-esok , macam aku dengan datuk aku.

Hmm.

Tak dinafikan, alhamdulillah, Aytuk umur panjang. Dah 80 ++. Ayah dah 61. Jadi, insha ALLAH, sempat. Panjang umur Ayah, sempat Ayah tengok Iqbal dan adik-adik serta sepupu-sepapat. Insha ALLAH, sempat sangat.

Ayah dan mak,
semoga panjang umur + sihat tubuh badan.

:)

Nampak gaya kena kahwin + ada anak cepat-cepat ni. Nak suruh anak-anak membesar dengan datuk dan nenek diorang kannn. Ehh.

:D

Ok, gedik.

Dah, bai.

Wassalam~

p/s : Ohh ya. Ni post ke 500. K, tuh je nak cakap. Bai :D

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He is still the same guy as before.

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.

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I was putting on new bedsheets, when I remembered that I might need two better pillows than what I used to have. Hence, I went into my parents' room to check whether they had extra pillows or not. Only Ayah was in there ; reading, so I asked the pillows from him.

"Ayah, ada bantal lebih tak?"

He stared at me few seconds, before pointing his finger to a 'small hill' at the corner of the room. Ohh, bantal baru. Yeay!

I quickly went to that particular corner and picked one of the pillows which were still in seal, happily. I thanked him for giving me the new one, not to ask me to find the ones which were already in use :D

"Dah ada sarung?"

A simple question. But contains thousands of meanings :') Such question, brought me back to my childhood.

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Zaman dedolu, as in zaman kekecik dahulu kala, I had no enough guts to sleep alone at night. Therefore, I frequently sneaked into either my parents' room or my sister's room. If both rooms were locked from inside, I would pretend that I was having stomachache, that required my family to attend me, so I would not have to sleep alone. Korang pun mesti pernah buat macam ni masa kekecik dulu. Zaman belum mumaiyyiz. Pernah kan pernah kan? Jangan nak membongak kata tak. I used to be a child as well :D

Get back to the story, dedulu, zaman tak berani tidur sorang tu, Ayah selalu galakkan saya supaya beranikan diri tidur sensorang, because fear will bring me nowhere. Plus, there's nothing to afraid of and each of us got our own rooms. So we supposed to utilize our rooms to the most. Masa tu, ayah belum pencen lagi, and he was one of the examiners for Economy for STPM. Jadi, ada-lah masanya, which were few weeks to a month, ayah will stay up late at night to mark the papers.

As one of his ways to encourage me to sleep in my room, instead of sneaking to others' rooms in the middle of night, he moved his table that he used for his work, from downstairs to upstairs. In specific, from his room, he moved the table into my room, and promised me that he would stay with me until I fall asleep. And yes, that was what he did.

At 11 something, when I was ready to go to my bed, he will come to his table which was fulled with papers here and there, as well as pens, along with a mug of coffee to help him to stay awake. He waited for me to fell asleep while marking the papers, and around 2-3 hours later,  after ensuring that I was sleeping soundly, then he will leave me.

ALLAHU RABBI :')

And now, tonight, he is still the same guy who was being concern too much on how I will sleep :')

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How time flies. Now, though that I am no more in need of any person to wait for me to fall asleep, but still he cares so much about my condition. He concerns really well about my needs.

And now I finally understand why Raihana is being so eager to find a husband like her father. Well, it is not about how he looks, but it is more about how he acts.

An excellent father treats his daughter as a princess, though she is not, royally. And that's why the daughter thinks that her daddy is a king, though he is not, royally. The king of her heart, at least!

And, I also want one. The one that acts like my father acts to me. The one that treats me like my father does. The one that he pleasures and wants to make as treasure. The one that he cannot bear to lose me any forever. The one like my Ayah. Anybody? *amboiii kemain demand tingggiii :D *

Terima kasih, ayah, kerana masih sudi ambil berat. Despite of me that act in such annoying ways most of the time, despite of me that burden you most of the time, and there were some times when I did not even realize that I hurt you, despite of me that thinks too much about myself without taking account of others, I am very thankful to know that you are still here, to please me ; your daughter that you treasure as a princess. Hence, undoubtedly Ayah, you will be the king of my heart forever, insha ALLAH :')

Saranghae, ayah.

Ayah. May ALLAH provide you a very comfortable, and much more beautiful chamber than this, for you, specially for you, there in Jannah, for being such a good father to me. Insha ALLAH.

Ya ALLAH.
Panjangkanlah umur ibu bapa saya.
Sihatkanlah tubuh badan mereka.
Lembayungkan rahmatMu kepada mereka sentiasa,
Aaamiin.

Wallahu'alam, wassalam.

p/s : Kak Mujahadah, have u seen this? Kenal tak cadar tu? Heeee :D

p/p/s : I truly, sincerely, honestly am very sorry if this post makes someone cries. I really sorry. It's not that I am showing off my daddy, but somehow, do understand me as well. I might read this post again after years, and perhaps that time I will be the one who burst into tears. You ; that someone, you know what I mean. Just pray the best for our parents, yaa :') Love you. *hugs and kisses*

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Bismillah.

Ahad kedua setiap Jun -> Hari Bapa.

Sana sini orang post pasal Hari Bapa. Sana sini duk gebang pasal ayah memasing. Tak henti-henti melayangkan ucapan kasih dan penghargaan pada ayah sendiri. Mahu ayah rasa disayangi. Mahu ayah rasa dihargai. Jyeaaahh. Anak soleh :)

Bukan tak terlintas hati nak buat begitu. Ada juga keinginan. Cuma. Jadi tak sampai hati, bila mana.. Hati saya lihat ini semua..

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Sekadar perkongsian bersama.

Langsung hilang rasa teruja, bila baca ini di laman sosial mereka. ALLAHU RABBI. Tak sampai hati nak biar mereka baca tweets @ update status saya pasal Ayah di Twitter @ Facebook, bila mana mereka tak lagi berpeluang untuk wish sedemikian pada bapa-bapa mereka.

Sayang-sayang sekalian,
Kalian tabah, dan teruskanlah ketabahan kalian. Jangan sesedih. Let the whole world leaves you, but remember, ALLAH will never leave you, if you do not leave Him :') *hugs*

My Ayah,
You know enough who you are. In me. In my heart. In my days. In my seconds. In my breaths. In my steps. You know very well, Encik Dedi Le Hero. ALLAH bless :)

Yuk, sama-sama hadiahkan Al-Fatihah buat ayah-ayah yang telah pergi, buat ayah-ayah yang telah kembali ke sisi Ilahi, dan meninggalkan anak-anak hebat di dunia ini, sebagai bekalan hari muka nanti, insha ALLAH.

Al-Fatihah.

Selamat Hari Bapa :)

Wallahu'alam, wassalam~

p/s : Credits given based on picture.

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Hari ini dalam sejarah : 14 Januari 2013.

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.

After finding whereabouts of Mek and Aytuk, I found myself a seat nearby Mek, who was waiting for her number to be called to the doctor’s room. Well, I was accompanying my paternal grandparents to their monthly medical check up. Usually my Ayah accompanies them, as he is also a regular customer to this hospital, but today, Ayah handed this task to me.

My Samsung Wonder suddenly rang. My sister was calling. I picked up the phone, and her voice was in my ears.

“Balik jap. Watgi ayah ke spital.”

I was wondering, what has happened to Ayah? Automatically, I almost stood up suddenly.

“Bakpo?”

“Balik je la.” I was left without proper explanation, that made me became curious.

I then approached Mek, to inform her that Kak Yah called me and asked me to go home for a while. I didn’t tell her what has happened to his son ; my Ayah, because I myself could not figure that thing out.

I ran to the motorcycled that I parked outside the building. Luckily my house is just nearby the Pusat Kesihatan Bandar Pasir Mas, so, it is not a burden to my family and I to go back and forth to this hospital.

I sped up the motor, to ensure my father would not have to wait for me longer. As I arrived home, Ayah was standing nearby the entrance door, wrapping his left hand with many pieces of tissues. His trousers was tainted with something reddish which turned to maroon ; which was blood, I supposed.

 He then entered the house again, finding something I guess. I ran into the house, and I saw drops of red and fresh blood was on the floor of our house. Suddenly, my panic went up. What has happened, Ayah?

I saw my sister was wiping the blood on the floor. She looked at me, and told me that Ayah was hurt by a parang while he was cleaning the banana tree at the backyard of our house. Many questions ambushed my mind. Was Ayah alright? Was he doing well? Was he injured badly? What can I do to ease his pain? Should I call Mak? Or ambulance? Which clinic that I will bring him to? Or hospital?

After couple of minutes, I grabbed the DAT keys, and drove him to that hospital where I was. On the way there, he told me why he got the wound. He said he was cutting some of banana leaves that had grown too much and took neighbor’s space. But then something ; insect, perhaps, was biting him on his finger, so he was trying to chase that thingy away by using his another hand, without realizing that another hand was holding a parang that he used to clean the banana tree. And the rest was history.

I parked the DAT nearby the entrance gate, and rushed to the registration with Ayah’s IC that he gave me in the car. I told the nurse in the counter that my case was emergency one, because my Ayah had been hurt with parang. She told me to bring my father quickly to the Emergency Room, which was located at the outer part of the hospital. I then got my Ayah there.

Some of people that know my Ayah, approached us worriedly, when they looked at the tainted-with-blood-trousers, and of course, the wrapped hand with tissues that were full with blood. They asked several questions, showing their concern to my Ayah. In that situation, Ayah was still able to answer the question leisurely, and put some smiles between his words.

Well. That was not really an Emergency Room, I guess, because quite many people were allowed to be in there, like my father’s friends and I. A minute later, Ayah was lied on the bed and the nurses approached him. For times, again and again, he told the same story that he told me in the car, to the nurses. The treatment session then began.

I was worried. Did Ayah hurt himself badly? Did Ayah lost anything that he supposed no to, like one of his fingers? Allah, imagining my Ayah like that, I felt like crazy. Nothing was in my mind at that moment, except prayers to ALLAH to not to take anything that He lends to my Ayah. Please.

From my sit, I could see my Ayah was lying on the bed, with his legs were shaking. For sure, he was enduring the pain. ALLAH. Being hurt by a parang, who will not feel the pain? My hands shook each other as well, likewise I could feel the pain felt by Ayah.

My mother then called me. She, who was away with two relatives to a tailor, already arrived at the hospital. I saw them, and they came to me. Two of the relatives waited in the inner part of the hospital, and my mom approached Ayah. I quietly went near him as well. I was afraid before, because I have bad story with blood. Yes, I have a phobia with blood.

I saw the cotton turned its color from white to red, influenced by my Ayah’s blood. The bin nearby him was filled with the red-tainted cotton that was used to wipe the abundant blood of Ayah. I then got myself off the room, as I started to feel dizzy. I then remembered about Mek and Aytuk who I left behind inside the hospital, ignorantly, after I found out what has happened to Ayah. I then recalled Ayah’s order to keep this thing ; he was hurt by parang, as a secret from Mek and Aytuk, because Ayah refused to raise the worry of Mek.

I found Mek nearby the Pathology Department. Luckily, my Ayah and Mek, neither my Aytuk, did not bump to each other. While Ayah was in the front part of the hospital, Mek was at the back ; at that Pathology Department. Aytuk was nowhere to be found, but then Kak Yah called, telling us that Aytuk had arrived at home. He was sent by someone, who we didn’t know who. But it did not really matter. Like I mentioned before, my house is nearby with this hospital. So, perhaps, there was any passby-er who saw an old man walking, and gave him a lift. Perhaps. May ALLAH bless that someone.

Back to the hospital story, when I found Mek, dizzily, I grabbed her hand and she asked me to bring her again to the doctor’s room, as she forgot to ask about something. We then headed there. After letting Mek went inside the room, I gave myself a seat. I felt confused. Everything that I saw at that moment, became shining things. I closed my eyes, then opened them again. Few times I did so, I decided to keep the eyes closed, because such scenery had caused my head to be in so much pain.

I thought I was sleeping on the chair, until I found myself lying on the floor. My phone which was in my palms, was beside me, and my spectacle was taken off from my eyes, by somebody.

Yes, I fainted.

I fainted while sitting on the chair in front of the doctor’s room, and when I got to my sense back, many people were surrounding me, and someone was holding my right arm. Another someone had rushed into the doctor’s room and called my Mek. Mek then came to me hurriedly, and asked me to recite syahadah. I was smiling, as I found that as funny. I just fainted, Mek. Cool ;D

But my smile stopped when a nurse came to me and brought a wheelchair. I was directed to sit and lean my back on that chair. I was brought to the Emergency Room. Yes, the same room with Ayah, who was still in treatment. On the way there, I could not lift up my head, as I felt embarrassed when so many people were looking at me. Oh people, I just fainted. Nothing serious with me! I wanted to shout like that to them, but thanks to my dizziness, I stayed quiet.

The wheelchair stopped in front of the room. The nurse needed to bring me in himself, because the wheelchair could not go through the small door of that room. But I stood up cautiously and told him that I am okay. He asked few times for confirmation, and left me when I walked leisurely in front of him. The two relatives that came with Mak, approached me. Both have nervous faces.

Then, I turned to a story-teller. The story plot began when I found Mek. It developed when I sent Mek into the doctor’s room and sat myself in front of the room. The conflict started when I felt dizzy and confused. The climax was when I found myself lying on the floor, due to unconsciousness. Lastly, the ending was when I was brought to the Emergency Room, but neither my Ayah nor Mak realized what had happened to me. HAHA ;D

When the nurses were finishing their treatment to Ayah, Mak, who was accompanying Ayah all the time, approached us ; the two relatives and I. I could not say anything, so I just closed my eyes. But still I could hear the two relatives were telling about ‘my story’ that I told them before, to my mom. Mak came near me, and put her hand on my head. As she was standing and I was sitting, I leant my head on his tummy, extracting some strength and love from her. They asked me whether I am okay or not, because my face looked very pale, they said. I just nodded my head as a sign that I am okay, but I didn’t have the guts to put my eyes to Ayah, as his trouser still had some blood.

After few minutes, Mek came into the Emergency Room. I got my phone and spec back, but Ayah’s IC which was with me, was nowhere to be found. Ayah was just behind the curtain nearby Mek, but with our distraction, plus Mek’s worry of me, we managed to make she off the Emergency Room without finding out what has happened to Ayah.

I then understood why Ayah wanted to keep this hidden from Mek. Even me ; her grandchildren, went to unconsciousness for few seconds, she rushed to me quickly, patted my cheek and her voice turned to crying-like voice. She was so worried of me. I could not imagine how worry and panic she will be if she found out what happened to Ayah ; his son.

I gained some strength, and tried to walk to the place where I fainted. Some of the people who lent me their hands when I went unconscious just now, saw me and they still recognized me. They asked me whether I am okay or not. Ohh. I was touched by the concern from the people that I had no idea who were them, but their concern to me was like I am their relative. Thank you, people. May ALLAH bless all of you.

I tried to find Ayah’s IC, that perhaps was around there. But seriously it was nowhere to be found. I then suggested to Mak that she has to go to the counter and report about this. Perhaps someone who found the IC will bring it to the counter. Mak then left her information contact so the nurse can contact her if the IC is found, and she told me what the nurse at the counter told her :

“Ohh, IC Cikgu Kamal hok anok dio pege? Anak Cikgu Kamal laa hok pengsan takdi? Bawok ayoh dio, pahtu dio pulok hok pengsan. Gitulah, budak-budak mabuk darah.”

Bingo!

Told ya, as regular customer of this hospital, my father was known by quite numbers of people. And yes, as his daughter, his popularity reaches me as well, it seems so.

Urgh. What a shame.

I then was sent home by Mak. After getting 2 hours sleep, I think I am getting better.

To be precise, this was the second time that I went unconscious after seeing blood. Few years ago, I fainted alone after hurting myself with a knife that I used to chop some onion. As there was only me in the kitchen, so nobody realized what happened to me. Quite lonely, right?

But this afternoon, many people acknowledged me when I fainted, and suddenly I became a famous person. Oh la la.

What a day today. Pheww.

Ayah?

Alhamdulillah, he is okay. His left hand’s fingers are still 5. He just hurt the back side of his palm that required it to be sewed with few sewing. Just that, Alhamdulillah.

And yes, Ayah perhaps, still does not know that I went unconscious after seeing his blood :D And this thing ; Ayah had been hurt by a parang, is still kept as secret from Mek and Aytuk. But Che Lah (Ayah’s younger sister who was at home when Ayah hurt himself) perhaps will tell Mek about this matter. Well, I guess Mek will know, sooner or later. It is just a matter of time.

That’s how I spent my January 14^th. Hmm.

Thanks for reading, people. Stay blessed. Pray for my family and I too J

Wallahu’alam, wassalam.

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Pesan Ayah.

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.

Assalamualaikum wbt.

Sebelum ni, saya ada post pasal masalah mahallah di UIA, kan? Dan benda yang sama sebenarnya saya post di FB. Malah yang saya post di belogspot ni hanya copy pasted daripada apa yang saya post di FB aje.

Tanpa saya sangka, ayah baca apa yang saya post tu. Agak aneh bila lihat nama facebook ayah sebagai salah satu akaun yang menekan 'like' untuk gambar peta yang saya post di FB, sebab ayah sangat jarang bukak FB. Tapi bila beliau dah bukak, ada aje benda yang beliau akan tunjukkan pada saya sebagai bukti beliau juga berFB.

Saya diam aje, tak tanya pula kenapa ayah like, bila ayah like. Biarlah. Taapiii, tadi, ayah duk bercakap dengan mak pasal sesuatu. Saya jadi tukang dengar ajelah. Kemudian, tetiba ayah sebut nama saya :

"Maryam ni pun jenis yang suka buat andaian. Fikir macam-macam."

Tersentak saya dibuatnya. Pasti ayah merujuk kepada post pasal mahallah ni, yang saya letak di FB dan yang ayah like tu. Maknanya, ayah baca! Bukan sekadar like semata-mata. Huuuu, segannyaaa!

Saya cecepat alih topik :D Tapi sampai sekarang apa yang ayah cakap saya ingat lagi.

***

Ayah sebenarnya nak sedarkan saya supaya jangan terlampau fikir panjang, sampai melebihi batas. Fikir yang mana perlu aje. Banyak andaian, lain pula jadinya. Itu pesan dan maksud tersirat ayah.

Hmm. Saya tahu, ayah dan mak doakan saya, kan? Semoga doa mereka dimakbulkan. Semoga ALLAH permudahkan urusan saya dan rakan-rakan untuk menuntut ilmu dengan lancar dan sempurna. Aamiin :')

Saayangg ayah!
May ALLAH bless <3 p="p">

Wallahu'alam, wassalam.

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A journey with lessons.

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.

She participates the daily ride well. Riding the car with her dad will never bring her to boredom. There'll be many things to be discussed, or even if there's nothing to say, she will create a question and anticipate for the answer from her hero, even though she knew about that thing. Just because.

That evening, the car that is driven by her hero, passes a village. Then, they see a family consists of a father, a mother and a little son, are riding a bicycle. The husband is cycling, and the wife is riding at the back seat, while carrying their son. They seem quite outstanding in that road, because they are the only couple that is riding a bicycle, while others are riding cars.

Then the father says to his daughter,

"They are happy, in their own way." He refers to that bicycle couple. His sentence is short, but has deep meaning. He is saying, even though the family might be poor, but somehow they are happy, in their own way.      

The daughter thinks much further than what the father says. She thinks that she must be happy with what she has today, because even she does not have everything she wants, but at least she does not have to face any difficulty. In simpler words, her family might not be rich, but she never experience hardship. That'll be good enough :)

The journey continues. About five minutes later, the father and the daughter meet another couple. This time, a man and a woman at their golden ages, are riding a motorcycle. But the motorcycle is stopped on the bridge, and the couple seems to enjoy the scenery of the nearby paddy field. They look so sweet together :)

The daughter looks at her father, waits for his reaction. But he only shows his normal face with the light in the eyes, as usual. This action, the daughter then understands as ; love is something that does not have expiry date. It lasts longer and will not die, even the person you love dies. Love is not by age. Love is not by property. Love is by heart. So, love will not change, even you are aging or you only have a motorcycle.

The father keeps driving, and sometimes he lectures his daughter. Mostly about life lessons. The daughter will listen carefully, because she is afraid that someday she will not be able to enjoy such moments anymore.

Why? Because time flies.

Once upon a time, she was a little girl. But now, she grows up. So does her father. He is aging, along the time. No longer as young as before. His little baby, has become a grown up lady. The same goes to a young father, to a-man-at-his-golden-age daddy.

***

My name is Maryam. I used to be my daddy's baby, but now, I am daddy's lady.

May ALLAH bless our daddies. 

Aamiin.

***

Wallahu'alam, wassalam.

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Cuti (?)

Assalamualaikum wbt.

Ohhoiii. Esok nak naik bas nak balik KL semula, malam ni baru nak update belog, Maryam? Cuti dua minggu buat apa derr?

Masya ALLAH. Cuti dua minggu ni, rasa amat sekejap je! Seminggu pertama saya menepek di rumah je. Keluar pun, dekat2 je. Dalam marhalah lagi :D Minggu kedua baru mulakan misi town-hoping. From one town to another. Yeyehss :D

[Kenapa zaman aku kecik takde baju style cenggini? =.=' ]

[Makan cendol bersama ayah! :) ]

 [Ayah mencuba spek ajaib derr. Kacak meyh. Bila mommy tengok gamba ni, soalan 1st beliau : siapa perempuan tepi ayah tu?]

Selain tu, balik kali ni juga, I managed to capture the photos of my grandparents with me. Wehhooo ^^

 [Ohhh, Aytuk saya sangat hensem ^^ ]

 [ Mek ohh mek! Comelllll :))) ]

Mereka antara insan yang melimpahkan saya dengan kasih sayang yang tak berbelah bahagi sejak saya kecil sampai sekarang. Masih sudi dipeluk cium saya yang dah membesar ni :)

Semoga mek dan aytuk panjang umur dan sihat tubuh badan. Bagi sempat dengan adik kahwin ye. Auww ;)

Huihh. Esok dah kembali ke KL. Pack barang sebelum daftar masuk PJ ahad ni. Kenapa sekejap sangat cuti? Kenapa awal sangat nak balik UIA?

Ehheh. Lupa nak bagitau. Dengan ini diumumkan bahawa saya telah dilantik menjadi comittee TaWe bagi tahun ini. Sekian, terima kasih :) 

Semoga boleh jadi committee yang baik ye, Maryam. Adik-adik, ambil akhlak terpuji je ye daripada akak. Benda-benda tak elok yang melekat pada diri ini, sila jangan cuba di rumah mahupun di mana-mana :D

Ohh ya. Tadi sempat keluar dengan ayah dan Konah. Ayah drive, sambil-sambil tu beliau buka kelas Feqah. For the first time, ayah secara terbukanya menyentuh tentang isu haid dan mandi wajib. Biasanya, ayah serahkan pada mak aje untuk isu-isu sedemikian. Tapi semenjak ayah minat Ustaz Don, dan berkongsi keterbukaan Ustaz Don tentang hal-hal ibadah ini, barangkali kerana itulah ayah memperincikan kepada kami ; anak-anak perempuannya, tentang isu thoharah ini. Atau mungkin juga kerana ayah menganggap kami sudah cukup dewasa untuk ayah bincangkan tentang isu ini.

Ohhoi. Syahdu seketika. Mendengar penjelasan ayah, meskipun hal yang sudah acapkali dijelaskan oleh ustaz dan ustazah, namun apabila mendengar daripada ayah, lain rasanya. Ohh, semerta rasa ini sudah dewasa :D

[Abaikan wajah montel makhluk bertudung hitam itu. It's undeniable and uneditable. Mana tak montelnya, balik dua minggu, makan aje kejenya!]

Alhamdulillah, sempat juga menikmati cuti di kampung halaman, meskipun hanya dua minggu cuma. Alhamdulillah, sempat melakukan banyak perkara yang dirancang dalam kepala. 

Alhamdulillah, best~

Semoga perjalanan saya esok, selamat. Insya ALLAH ^^

Wallahu'alam, wassalam.

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