Thursday, May 28, 2009
these are some of her first photographs captured with my phone....
here goes her message.... to a great mum, happy mother's day. enjoy with all the pleasant thoughts you had wiht your children. thank you auntie...
here are some of the other wishes that i received and thought it was great....i kept the messages so that i can post it here.
santa maria (my best friend in school): dear God, the lady reading this is beautiful, classy and strong and i love her. help her live her life to the fullest. please promote her and cause her to excel above her expectations. help her shine in the darkest places where it is impossible to love. protect her at all times, lift her up when she needs You the most and let her know when she walks with You; she will always be safe. love you. take care. God bless.... happy mother's day. i thought it was such a wonderful prayer and sent it to all the mothers i wanted to wish happy mother's day.
sherry (my junior at the university): a mother's love is the source of inspiration, hope and happiness for her children. with her endless love and infinite devotion, her children blossom like flowers on a beautiful bouquet. with loving thoughts from one mother to another. happy mother's day.
faizana (my university mate): a woman has strength that amazes men. she can handle trouble and carry heavy burdens, she holds happiness, love and opinions. she smiles when she feels like screaming. she sings when she feels like crying, cries when she's happy and laughs when she is afraid. her love is unconditional. there is only one thing wrong with her, she sometimes orgets what she is worth...happy mother's day.
the sweetest of all was from auntie nirmala (my post... an envelope of affection):
aayiram koadi natchathiram vinnil irundhaalum, iravuku alagu nilavu dhaan, aayiram uravugal mannil irunthaalum, vaalkaiku alagu nalla mum's paasaam. happy mother's day.
translation: eventhough there are millions of stars in the sky, the beauty for the night is the moon. eventhough there are thousands of relationships, the beauty for life is a good mother's love.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
with this episode, i can now finally believe that my instincts about my children are for real. i knew something was really wrong with my son since he was coughing so bad and his sister was slowly getting worse too. i took them to the hospital midnight, well prepared to admit them. the doctor (MO) dismissed it as throat infection, so, i treated them at home with the antibiotics and nebuliser, i even came home during lunchtime for that. i had called their paediatrician (not knowing that he was on his way to US) and smsed him to enquire about how to treat my children. the next day, i felt something was really wrong and brought him to the same doctor. by this time, i was gasping for air. it could be god's way of telling me that my son was feeling the same. i was again dismissed on the basis that i should treat them with neubuliser at home.
it was saturday...my daughter started having high grade fever..... oh, i was so right!!! it was really bad!!! when you start having fever, there is virus in the air!!! i knew exactly what to do. i made the third trip to the hospital, i told the doctor to admit my children and asked him to get the on-call paediatrician to review them. there, i stayed for a week, getting sick in the process!!!
i told myself, like how i had the instinct to deliver them (not absolutely by the force of nature), i knew that something was really wrong and i have to admit them to get appropriate treatment for a day or two. if nothing else, for my own satisfaction that the children were under medical observation.
auntie nuff came for a visit after taking her children to lake gardens, hoping that i would have gone to lake gardens as well.
nadia nasira and jaseena when they were babies....
oh well, happy mother's day to me and to all the mothers out there who are blessed to taste the bittersweet of motherhood.
tarcisian convent ipoh, this is where my formal education started.... part of my growing up.... 11 years...there are so many teachers who contributed to my learning and growing up... there are a few who played a significant role in this the naughtiest but smart girl in school. the ones that i remembered the most was in my primary school....mrs. maniam (my class teacher when i was standard 3 who always try the soft method to guide me but was disappointed...she said, 'it is a pity that you have everything...you are smart, pretty, good family yet you are so naughty') and puan hamimah (my class teacher standard 4 who tolerates no nonsense from me...she slapped me, slammed my books and yelled at me but she was the only one who managed to make me study, do my homework and sent me to join the elite in kekwa from lily class. hahahaah this shows that i need to be disciplined in a military way rather than a more civilized method).
the things that i did in school is unimaginable... when i was in Standard 1, we played doctor... i was the doctor and the girl who sat next to me, Yap Chin Po was the patient. i used a scissors and cut the fine hair on her chubby hand.... can you imagine? how long do you think the hair on a chinese girl aged 7? of course, i had cut some flesh in the process and there was blood and her mother at the class steps the next day complaining to the class teacher, mrs. cheah. they call me naughty... i think i was plain mischievous at that age and played doctor. i was innocent enough not to realize that i could cause injury lah!!! it was genuine mistake lah. the teacher requested my parents to see her.... my sister (almost my mother lah she) represented them.
as i was writing this post, i remembered one incident.... one morning, when i reached the school, i ran to put my school bag in the line allocated for my class at the assembly hall. i tripped and fell...it hurt. i stayed still because i was too embarrassed to get up. my school mates thought that i had fainted and carried me to the teachers' room. there, the teachers asked me to rest on the rotan lazy chair and one teacher made me milo. teachers treat sick students in the teachers' room, i have seen many times. after waking up from a nap and too bored to stay there, i told the teachers that i was fine and wanted to go back to my class. i went to my class feeling happy.
nadia nasira feeding her brother....
bird watch at grand parents house...
nadia nasira and her syahmi anna
my special moments.... i am her baby at all times..
muhammad nashwan nasr with great grand ma seithoon and cousins
depicting the national warriors...one of the photographs that i am proud to have taken...
daddy encouraged nadia nasira to pose for the camera and this is the first time she was in style!!!
the tired and sleepy lot...
while we managed to capture some decent photographs above, the real story was that from the entrance, we were approached a tourist who wanted to photograph my children. and from thereon till we left, we, as a family and the children separately, had to pose for the tourist of different nationality. i was so terrified that i wanted to snatch away my son from them who kept passing my son from one another. being softhearted and polite malaysians, i was very obliging to the tourist who were so happy and excited about meeting us. finally, i told my husband that we better leave, it was getting out of hand and i was losing my temper. so, we left!