Nur Kasih.
A story that I just started following recently. Just a few things I dont understand.
1. Why is it so dim in most scenes?
2. Why does Nur always have a cemas face?
3. In the scene where Katrina was admitted to the hospital after the passed out during prayers, why weren't there any medical props? It looked like she was in an empty room playing doctors and nurses.
4. Do we ladies pray with our make up on (at home)?
I get tired easily now. Balik rumah jer dah flat. Maybe because of the workload. The waking up at 5 plus and sleeping at 11. and the 3 hour journey. The mental exhaustion. The travelling bit. The menjerit in class wearing heals for 4 - 6 hours a day. The marking of papers. The consultation. The counseling session.
Mama would always say, 'when I was working..and having 4 kids.. and travelling to work.. I could still ....... (fill in the blanks).'
I am not as strong as my mother. or any other working mothers juggling career and motherhood/ non working mothers taking care of kids out there.
I need not to justify myself.
I get tired easily.
Yes, I admit it.
I am a weak person.
When you have faith in someone but that person keeps on letting you down but somehow you know that he can do it however at the same time you are tied with responsibilities and protocols stuff. what do you do ?
See, this is my challenge for this semester (one of the many challenges). My instinct says and believes that Student A will ace my paper. I've seen how he/she works in class. But we are obliged by rules. Student A comes to my class whenever he/she feels like it. Despite that, Student A can answer most of my questions better than the others who attends my class.
I spoke to Lecturer X (Student A's mentor), Lecturer Y, and Lecturer Z.
Lecturer Y says, 'Push him/her, teach him/her a lesson. Give warning letter. Bar Student A from sitting for finals'.
Lecturer X says, 'hmm.. I know him/her.. It's that age.. the rebellious age.. but how aa?'
For me, this is one problem I cannot solve... Plus, minus, divide, multiply, differentiate and integrate... I even ln and exponen kan the f(x).... Still... the answer is... [SYNTAX ERROR]
Predicament.
i like this.
taylor swift's - you belong with me.
whenever i listen to this song, i would imagine myself strumming the song and singing on stage. with a curly hair and a white dress.
she's cute :)
remember i told u that i am not a big fan of change ?
maybe this change is good for me..
Ever heard of this, 'When u fail to plan, you plan to fail'? Yes. It was on one of the boards of my school. We would read it as we walk from the Dewan Selera to our classrooms and automatically, it sticks in our heads.
In lecturing, we plan and we execute our plan. My student taught me that in Management, planning is the first step before starting even a minor project (yes, sometimes they teach me what they learn in other classes, quite interesting though).
But sometimes, or most of the time, when things go out of plan, we would say, 'Kita merancang, tapi Allah menentukannya'. So why plan at the first place?
Myriad answers to that question. I have my own answer, do you?
And back to the title of this post, it's ok not to plan... right? For me, that answer would be ... its ok not to plan sometimes, but make sure u wont have any regrets.. but how certain are we on that ?
Your thoughts and opinions are most welcomed :)
I brought back home some unsubscribed magazines that has been wrongly sent to my office for the past year. One headline caught my attention.
'Pa, what's divine intervention?'
My dad pointed up with his index finger.
'Ooooo.. tapi kenapa divine intervention?'
He explained that the world intervention came from the word intervene. And I immediately understood.
Yesterday, before reaching home about 730pm, I saw a guy on a motorcycle parked nearby my front door neighbour and he looked suspicious. Because where I live, people don't just hang out, my housing area is abit secluded. So a foreign person sitting there just looks weird. So I circled the whole area 3 times and called my mom informing her about the suspicious person. My mom then called our neighbour and i parked my car in front of her house as she waited by the gate and we casually acted like we borak2.. i left my lights open and pointed straight at him. i guess he felt uneasy and put on his helmet and just left. i called the police to inform them about it and they came to make rounds nearby our neighbourhood.
2 hours later, my brother called telling me that yesterday, same incident happened at the other neighbourhood to a lady who came back from work around my time. she went out from the car and he got mugged by a guy with a parang.
that news shook me up big time. alhamdulillah nothing happened to me. if that person had bad intentions, it was really Divine intervention that had saved me.
alhamdulillah...... really....
When i woke up i thought a lot about the dream i had a few days ago. It was very clear that I had pictured it vividly. It was replayed over and over again in my mind. I know that it must've meant something. So I told a friend of mine about the dream. it just so happens that she's good at interpreting dreams (not tukang telek ye, more like psychological interpretation).
Perhaps she is right. For the second dream that i had the following day, if only words are prayers. and good words are good prayers, if at that exact moment that Allah heard my prayers and my friend's good words, I am truly thankful.
Today, after class,
'Excuse me Madam. I didn't get your name?'
'Oh.. u didn't come for the first class.. my name is (writing on the white board)'
'Ooo ok.. yes yes. XX told me about u. You taught XX last semester right?'
'Yes i did (smiling). What did XX tell you?'
With that statement, after reaching my office, I poured 3 cups of nescafe and did a whole lot of productive work. Remember how it felt like when your teacher / lecturer writes, 'Good job!' or 'Keep it up!' on your test papers? That's how I felt today. That's why I make it a point to comment on good achievements to motivate my students. U can see the difference. A lot.
The 3 minutes long distance phone call was at 1130 last night. It was worth the wait. What's cool about my husband is that he is super punctual. During the call, I just closed my eyes while listening to every frequency and noise. I could hear his footsteps walking up the stairs, opening the door, opening the other door, and putting his coins and mp3 player on the table and his bag at one corner. It was almost like being there :) One thing I know is that he is passionate about his work. May Allah bless my husband and his hard work and open the doors for his rezeki inshallah. Ameen.
What's new about me? I think, I feel that I am changing. I used to be good at expressing myself in writing, but this time, cant quite describe it with words.
Change for the better, inshallah.
Just like those penceramah, I would like to end this post with a quote taken from the Muslim bride. An advise to Muslim wives.
Be a floor to him, he will be a roof to you; be a soft seat to him, he will be a pillar for you; and be like a slave girl to him and he will be a slave boy to you. Avoid inopportune behaviour, least he should be bored with you; and be not aloof lest he should become indifferent to you. If he approaches you, come running to him; and if he turns away, do not impose yourself upon him. Take care of his nose, his eye and his ear. Let him not smell except a good odour from you; let not his eye see you except in an agreeable appearance; and let him hear nothing from you except nice, fine words.
nice fine words for meine Mann..
Halo bb, ich liebe dich.. Jehtz, ich kann sprechen Deutsch bb, ya? :)
shon tag noch :)
auf wiederhoren
Gute Nacht b!
von Ihrer Frau..
On the way to work this morning, at the traffic light, I saw a lady kissed her husband's hand. A gesture of love of a wife to her husband.
Instantly, I thought of him. Imagining it was me and him in the picture.
'Look! There's an airplane' a colleague of mine said. I looked up the sky and saw MAS. When I was 5, I used to wave at the airplanes and think of my maid, Kak Rina. She took care of me and taught me how to sing songs. And after she finished her contract, we sent her back to Indonesia by plane. That was the first time I detached from someone. And I would wave at airplanes and say, 'Bye, Kak Rina'.
Nowadays, it saddens me when I look at airplanes in the sky. I would envy those who are on the plane, who gets the chance to go to wherever they want to go. And I am from main land, looking up and being stationery instead of flying in that plane.
Today while driving back home and listening to ich bereue nicht remembering the exact moment when I was sitting in front of his computer writing my letter to my dear husband, suddenly I cried.
Even after all these times, despite my busy schedule, I still miss him dearly.
I miss having the 3 minute time before he goes of to work. I would purposely delay him so that I could have that little moment with him and he would repeatedly say that he's late for work and put on his earphones and check if he has his handphone, housekeys and payung.
Happy 4 months anniversary bb..
get well soon...
'so how often do you talk to ikhwan ?' my auntie asked me today.
'everyday' i replied with a smile.
'that's sweet. sometimes the distance brings you closer..'
i couldn't agree more.
whenever i talk / think about him, i will play with my ring. my wedding ring. that's our very own walkie-talkie.
'Puan, puan mesti penat kan ajar saya? Berkali kali cakap pun tak paham paham jugak..'
What do you say to a very weak student but is willing to learn?
I was saying to myself, Sabar sabar...
Who said being a lecturer is easy ? Screaming for 6 hours with heels walking around class and entertaining each and everyone of your students. repeating.
learn
relearn
unlearn
That's what they taught us in the Teaching and Learning Course.
What i need now, is a lot of patience. a lot. like, really a lot. Hey, patience has its rewards. i truly believe in that....
Rindu adalah suatu derita yang amat bahagia kerana kerinduan itu sebahagian dari nafas cinta. Tanpa kerinduan, cinta tidak akan menjadi matang dan berpanjangan. Biarlah cinta itu berpanjangan dengan adanya rindu.
taken from fajar's blog's comment.
He is my timer as to I am his reminder.
yesterday though thousands of kms away, i heard him speak German to his colleague. wish I was there.
ich vermisse.. alles davon
[betul ke grammer nih?]
alamak, sorry..
I unintentionally made readers misconstrued my previous post.. maaf maaf...
no i am not what you think i am.. hehehe not yet.. sorry sangat sangat..
i will explain what i mean end of the year ok :) sowwieeeeee
after saying what i wanted to say, i got a reply that almost brought tears to my eyes.
'That's great. I think you will be .......'
EMOTIONS.
What a coincidence that today I watched 30 Rock's end of season 2.
"Oh no, emotions! Are you having that woman time?"
"No.. I haven't had that since... wait! (gasps)"
After THAT being said, today was a very productive day.
i read this article this morning.. really interesting.. enjoyy
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