Happy Birthday Adam Nafis!!

My Adam Nafis is 3 years old today. As much as I want to celebrate, I can't help but feel like my time is running out. Is it him who's growing up too fast, or is it me who's growing old too slow? Imagine how I'll feel when Nafis turns 20. Hehe...

This is for my son:

Dear Nafis sayang,

You might not understand this now but one day, I want you to know that this is what mommy prays for you everyday:

1. Semoga Allah jadikan Nafis seorang Muslim dan anak yang soleh
2. Semoga Allah kurniakan kesempurnaan kepada Nafis - sempurna akal fikiran dan sempurna tubuh badan
3. Semoga Allah sentiasa kurniakan kesihatan kepada Nafis & dijauhkan daripada segala kecelakaan
   
4. Semoga Allah jadikan Nafis seorang manusia yang cerdik pandai
   
5. Semoga Allah sentiasa cantikkan Nafis - peribadi dan luaran
6. Semoga Allah jadikan Nafis seorang manusia yang berjaya, di dunia dan di akhirat

You have brought so much joy in my life, and I hope that you'll continue bringing joy into others. May your life be forever filled with blessings and happiness.

Alamak, mama dah setat nangis plak, habis make up! :p Ok, got to run now, ada meeting kat PD jap lagi. Wish my Nafis a wonderful birthday! XOXO :o <-- smooch! I love you baby, with all my heart :)

Sexy School Uniform

"Sexy ke?"
Image taken from The Star

When I first read the comment voiced by the Vice President of National Islamic Students Association of Malaysia, Munirah Bahari concerning our schoolgirl uniform, I somewhat have to agree when she said,“The white blouse is too transparent for girls". Ingat tak movie Azura, starring Ogy n Jamal Abdillah? Scene di mana Azura kena halau dengan dari rumah sebab bercinta dgn Zack, hujan lebat, Azura pakai baju kurung sekolah, Azura basah lencun. Aku kecik lagi waktu tengok movie tu tapi sampai sekarang boleh ingat babak Azura seksi. Hehe.. kecik2 dah gatal ;p

And for myself, I still remember one time when I was around 11 or 12 years old... A group of friends consist of 2 boys and a girl insisted to follow me home after school. Tak berani nak ajak masuk, kitorang lepak je kat luar rumah. But I was not aware that someone was watching. Orang gaji aku, yang sememangnya sangat penyebok, rupe-rupenye bersembunyi di belakang langsir and was ear dropping each and every word of our conversations. When my friends left, she started membebel panjang and her words I remember most was, "Kak Long tau tak, budak laki tu asyik tengok baju dalam Kak Long." Cheh!! Memang dasar penyebok! Tapi aku perasan jugak sebenarnya mamat tu asyik menjeling2. Tension betul! Nak kata boobs factor, I don't think so la sebab masa tu my chest was still flat like an iron board! But I guess what attracted him was my lace-elaborated white camisole, which was clearly visible under the white school uniform. Was it fair to label him a pervert? Or was he just behaving like every other school boys? If you ask me, I would choose the latter as my answer, and put the whole blame on my sheer white baju sekolah.

But then again, as much as I wanted to agree with Ms Munirah, I find that her full statement in her blog to be quite disturbing. First of all, men were insulted when she said “Di sinilah punca yang boleh kita saksikan bahawa pelajar perempuan itu sendiri mempunyai daya tarikan supaya lelaki mendekatinya. Oleh itu terjadilah perkara-perkara seperti pencabulan, penzinaan dan sebagainya” because clearly here, men were portrayed as mindless creatures with uncontrollable sexual urges. Secondly, she was wrong to stress that the schoolgirls were the one who lure themselves into being rape or sexually harassed because the well known fact is a perpetrator choose his victim based on vulnerability, not the victim's attire. Thirdly, about the pre-marital sex thingy, ehem... lets just say that kalau dah gatal tu, gatal juge. Didikan lebih berkesan dari memaksa seseorang menukar pakaiannya. And finally, I find it outrageous bile cik kak ni kata sikap pelajar perempuan yang tidak tegas menjadikan mereka mangsa cabul. Wah.. sangat nak marah dengar komen ittew ok!

Now, with all that been said, marilah kita menimbangkan semula cadangan Ms Munirah kita supaya "Kementerian boleh menukar baju putih kepada baju berwarna kerana ia tampak sesuai dan tidak jarang untuk dipakai oleh pelajar perempuan". Whether we like it or not, we cannot deny the fact that coloured uniform is definitely less transparent than white. If not, why some school make camisole compulsory for girls kan? So, if not white... what colour should it be then? If you ask me, I'll be more than happy to suggest grey school uniform (think international school student). Very cute, aren't they? And most importantly, less transparent.

Dan sebagai penutup dan peringatan kepada diri sendiri, ingatlah bahawa menutup aurat itu suruhan Allah kerana tiada yang lebih mengetahui melainkan Dia. Wallahualam...

Rintihan Seorang Ibu

This was written by Nurul on her friendster bulletin. Marilah kita sama-sama doakan semoga Farhana cepat sembuh, dan semoga dikurniakan kekuatan kepada Nurul, suami dan keluarga, InsyaAllah.

Date : Thursday, 22 May, 2008 9:40 AM

Subject : Nur Farhana Batrisya

Message :

8 hari anak kecil mama koma, terbaring lesu dan kesakitan.. Anak kecil mama yang selama ini ceria, sihat dan aktif tiba - tiba jadi tak bermaya. Setiap hari mama tunggu Nana Isya buka mata dan dapat melihat semula. Mama sentiasa sabar dan tenang melalui hari - hari mendatang. Mama terlalu rindukan gelak tawa dan senyuman anak mama. Mama tau Nana menanggung kesakitan yang amat sangat akibat kecuaian pihak yang tidak bertanggungjawab memikul amanah yang mama beri. Allah mendengar rintihan hati mama. Mama terpaksa menjadi tabah menerima kenyataan bahawa anak mama menjadi mangsa perbuatan manusia yang tidak ada hati dan perasaan. Kini, anak mama sudah buka mata. Syukur ke hadrat Ilahi.. Sesungguhnya Allah Maha Mengasihani.. Dia Maha Mendengar.. Walaupun Nana Isya tak leh lihat mama ada di sisi.. tapi ketahuilah bahawa mama terlalu rindukan Nana dan tiada perkataan yang dapat menggambarkan perasaan mama pada Nana Isya. Moga Nana cepat sembuh dan kita akan tempuhi hari - hari mendatang walau apa jua keadaan diri Nana kelak. Mama terima dengan penuh redha..

The Story of Nur Farhana Batrisya

I feel responsible to write about Farhana Batrisya because what happened to her was epitome of how corrupted and horrendous a human being can be. Her story reminded me not to take my childrens' safety for granted, especially when they are place in somebody else's care.

Before I tell you about Farhana, let me introduce you to her mother, Puan Nurul. Nurul and I were BFF back in primary school. However, we lost contact during secondary school... Nurul was far north in Penang while I were in Seremban. I thought I would never heard from her again... until recently, thanks to friendster, we were reunited, online. I never got the chance to meet her up, until one day.. I received an SMS that Nurul's child was admitted to Pusat Perubatan UM. The limited information given was the child had a concussion at nursery and was unconscious. Other than that, I knew nothing else about the child, not even the name, age or gender.

After 7 days, I heard that the child was still unconscious in hospital. This must be bad, I thought.. so that nite me and a friend decided to pay her a visit. Nurul greeted us at the ward entrance. The moment we saw each other's face, emotion played its part and we suddenly burst into tears. It was ironic because the reunion supposed to be a celebrated event, but instead it turned solemn considering the incident that brought us back together. Furthermore, we were reunited again as mothers... so I guess our maternal instinct clicked instantly under the given circumstances.

When Nurul led me to her child's bed, I still had no idea what to expect. Dalam kepala asyik terbayang budak demam terbaring atas katil. So imagine my shock when I discovered that the child was a merely 5 months old baby, lying in bed with tubes and wires covering her tiny body. I learnt that the poor baby's name was Farhana Batrisya, born a healthy girl on 13 Dec 2007, just a day before her mother's birthday. She is Nurul's third child and the only daughter. The following is the story of what happened to Farhana on that dreaded day...

As usual before going to work, Nurul dropped Farhana and her two sons at their babysitter's house next door. By God's will, somehow or rather that day Nurul's husband decided to leave late for work. Around 10am, the babysitter rushed Farhana to Nurul's house, claiming that the baby suddenly stop breathing after she bath her. Nurul's husband and the babysitter immediately took the blue baby to nearby clinic but the doctor advised them to bring Farhana to PPUM since she didn't show any sign of revival. By the time she arrived at PPUM, hope was almost gone when doctors said there were only 10% chances too see little Farhana live. She was already in a state of coma, paralysed and relied on life support machine for survival. Her parents were advised to prepare for the worst.

At first Farhana was given the treatment for sawan, but since she was not showing any sign of recuperation, doctors decided to carry out a thorough examination. MRI revealed a long chain of bleeding in her brain, and that was not all. The baby had a fractured rib bone, rosak saluran mata (tak sure saluran apa) and last but not least, there were signs that something had been inserted into her vagina.

At that point, I almost fainted. Anger, rage, sad, sympathy, everything came at once. The only thing I can say was, "How come another human being could do this TO A BABY?!!! It was worse than animal, it was... *blank*. Nothing in this world can describe how inhuman this bastard was. The question now, who did this to her? Nurul just stared emotionless at me. Obviously she was out of tears, having cried too much in the last few days.

Doctors started interrogating. The babysitter was forced to tell what actually happened to the baby, whether she dropped her or purposely harmed her. But she consistently said she didn't do anything to the baby. The hospital logged a police report, but it seems that the police too couldn't find strong evidence to prosecute anyone. Earlier on, Nurul suspected the babysitter's husband or children could be the culprit. But after meeting a few ustaz, two of them apparently 'see' the exact same thing. They saw the makcik lifted the baby and dropped her on the floor. God knows what else she did to the poor baby, but judging from the extensive injuries... we can only guess how agonising it must be for the little one. Farhana might be paralysed and blinded for life.

It's tragic, and it really happens in our 'peaceful' and 'sane' environment. Treat this tragedy as a lesson and let's do all we can to ensure it doesn't happen to another child. Be aware of our environment and keep our eyes and ears open. For example, when we're at home and hear an unusual and prolong cry and scream from neighbours' house, especially during working hours when most parents leave their home, maybe this time it's best we stick our nose in and investigate. Forget 'it's none of our business' attitude for a while because a child's life may be at stake right there and then. And for those who leave their little ones with babysitter or maid (gulp.. that's me), be extra careful. Children, even when they can talk, can't really talk for themselves, especially if they're threaten not to tell. I've been in that position a long time ago. When I were 12 years old, I still haven't found the gut to tell my parents how bad we were beaten by our maid. But that's another story.

Maybe once in while, inspect your child for signs of abuse. Whenever you feel suspicious, never take things for granted. Do something! Ask your babysitter/maid what happen to the child and if things still doesn't feel right, change to other babysitter or maid. I forgot to mention that in Farhana's case, Nurul suspected that the makcik might be angry at her or her two boys, and resort to lashed out her anger at the poor baby. If that's true, then we all should go and knocked that makcik to death.

So to all readers, please pray for little Farhana's fast recovery. To Nurul, stay strong girl. I truly admire your strength because honestly, not everybody can handle the situation as brave as you do. May the monster and affiliates get BURN IN HELL!!

Archuleta rocks!!

Watched American Idol 7 Final last nite and I must say, David Archuleta's rendition of Imagine by John Lennon was sensational!! I'm touched right down to the soul. Hope he wins tonite.

Oh, just read that he lose to David Cook. It's ok dear, you already won my heart :)

Say hello to Blogger!

Hi guys, welcome to my new blog. To say that I'm excited is just underrated. I'm head over heels in love with it!! The features are so extensive, friendster blog lose big time in comparison. The templates are prettier, and the colour choices... well, lets just say it took me ages to decide but I finally find peace with beautiful shades of green. I’m still finalizing on some of the the settings and layout, so it may take a while before I can come up with any post. Hopefully I can start writing as soon as possible because I have so many things to tell! Typical makcik kaypoh, I know :p

By the way, I still keep my friendster blog open as 'archive' (Hehe... baru 4 bulan blog dah panggil archive, agak poyo... tapi suka hati la kan?)

Ok, ikan dah masak, hubby pun dah potpet :p Sempat blog tu sambil goreng ikan! I'll see you in a bit!