Friday, October 2, 2015

Thank you

Despite the animosity I’m feeling towards our current environmental condition (and political and economical and … the list goes on)
with regards to the ones accountable and the ones effected,
I was finding ways to let things go as easily 
(to be grateful with what is and to be more appreciative when 
thing gets better – which I totally believe in). Having said that,
I’d like to emphasis that feelings and actions are fully autonomous.

After all, this is how winter looks like. I sometimes intentionally
turn on my car air-condition to the max and pretend it is so
(though I despise low temperature). 

I know it is a topic very sensitive to some 
especially those with health conditions, but anyways…

I'd like to sincerely thank Indonesia.
No, not for this haze. You as a country - should not be hold accountable for the action of few unscrupulous people or corporations. You as a country - should not be blame for the misconduct of your citizen.

I know how it feels because we hate it just as much when the global community blame our nation for some foolish individuals.
Similar to your second man.

I'd like to thank Indonesia for reminding us how we love
our hot scorching sun and heavy downpour and clean air.
I'd like to thank you for reminding us how luxurious
we have been living in this piece of land full of bliss.
Screw all the deceptions of our living condition.
We had it all and we surely will have it all again.

And I'd like to thank you for this lovely vid and wonderful hearty song.
I've fallen in love.

Float - Songs of Seasons

We belong, we belong, we belong here
where the vibes from our old songs returning
With the force of a longing heart we’re here again
Timeless seasons calling
Rain of reasons falling
We belong, we belong, we belong to you
And the memories yet to come soon
will lead us back to you again
Songs of seasons calling

Good job Tourism Indonesia.

p/s: Noticed a sweet shortest love story unfolds in merely one minute?  Watch again.

Thursday, April 30, 2015

A glimpse of heaven

It was months ago… or may be in the past years.

The vision was kinda cloudy.
I was lying on a spread of grass, under a tree.
Under the shadow of a low rise tree with lush green shades of leaves
overlooking colourful flowers just a little distance away from my feet.
I felt I could touch the leaves just by lifting my arms.

But my daughter was lying on right arm just the way she likes it.

It was so serene and peaceful. It was so beautiful.
I raised my head to have a glance of the surrounding.
And I whispered to my daughter,
Cantiknyaaa sini Qyrin Auliaaa…” 
talking to her as if she understood me… 
(I felt like she's an adult lying on my arm).

And the vision quickly faded.

I felt bad for voicing out my feeling now that it ended.

Then I noticed my baby was still a child; not an adult I felt she was.
Still lying on my right arm.
We were in our bedroom, the temperature was just right
and the bed was so soft & cozy, I knew it was not just another dream.

It felt so real it didn't feel like a dream. 

I hope Allah, in all His mercy,
permits and grants us the entry.

Friday, April 17, 2015


Now what has gotten into me.
Tak pe sementara rajin menaip ni, kita tulis je.
Terkenan menaip utk WTF (refer previous post).

So, the last book I've read recently was Catatan Mat Lutfi.
Itu pon masa I was on home-quarantine for conjunctivitis
I don't know whether it can be considered as reading a book because
it feels like reading his blog anyway. Some articles are actually excerpt
from his blog but some seemed to be taken direct from his own diary. 
After all, of late, it's been  how most freelance authors produce books.

Bottom-line, it is interesting. Something I'd definitely suggest to others. I've always love his work, by the way. There are parts that move you
to tears and there are parts that burst you out ROTFL.

But this one part just got stuck in my brain.
*bisur'ah - gesaan "Cepat! Cepat!"

Considering the hadith making comparison of Sirat-al-Mustaqim
to 'lebih halus daripada rambut dan lebih tajam daripada mata pedang' (Hadith Riwayat Muslim),
I'd assumed it will definitely not visible to our naked eyes.

I really hope and prayed that when the time comes,
I'd remember to read Al-Fatihah.
I should have always read it consciously especially in my solat
(you know how we always get on auto-pilot mode).

[1] Dengan nama Allah, Yang Maha Pemurah,
lagi Maha Mengasihani.
[2] Segala puji & syukur bagi Allah, 
Tuhan yang memelihara & mentadbirkan sekalian alam.
[3] Yang Maha Pemurah, lagi Maha Mengasihani.
[4] Yang Menguasai pemerintahan hari Pembalasan
(hari Akhirat).
[5] Engkaulah sahaja (Ya Allah) Yang Kami berserah,
dan kepada Engkaulah sahaja kami memohon pertolongan.
[6] Tunjukilah kami Sirat-al-Mustaqim.
[7] Iaitu jalan orang-orang yang Engkau telah kurniakan nikmat kepada mereka, bukan (jalan) orang-orang yang dimurkai,
dan bukan pula (jalan) orang-orang yang sesat.

Tuesday, April 14, 2015


I arrived fashionably late to 2015.

Had a hectic New Year celebration with my niece's aqiqah back in my hometown and I knew my first few months into the year were shattered when my director declared a 3 weeks duty travel for me.
My January dissipates just like that.
Well, not just like that like that. Had a twin A330 aircraft deliveries in Toulouse but the task has became so generic it's almost like a holiday (without your love ones, so still not fun!) and I hate looking forward to the stack of desk jobs pending and piling up upon returning.

 And I don't want to sound ungrateful but I despise winter travels
let alone for triple the normal duration. Oh, the freezing temperature, the winter jackets, the thermal wears, the layers of outfits for 3 weeks, the luggage full of food stocks and my babies are awayyyy. 

With the miracle work of Allah, I arrived at Schipol airport
boarding room for our transit flight to a familiar face.
"I know you! Papa Humaira & Naqib!"
 Kelakar jgk la husband Faeza macam redha je jawab,
"Oooo kenal kat blog..."
I knew someday mungkin akan terserempak jugak because we're in the same field, tapi tak sangka we got to work together for 3 weeks.
Well, work, eat, travel, shopping. Such a kind & dedicated person.
Kirim salam ye, Faeza! =D 

Also had a chance to spend a couple of days in London
and a short day trip to Monaco (again) and also Amsterdam.
And thanks to my jet-lagged brain, I mistakenly deleted
the whole folder of pictures in my phone (!!!)
so basically I have no proof of existence for a whole year.

Other than those of social media.

Shattered. But gotta live with it somehow.
And don't talk to me about cloud.

That kinda sums up my January.
February I turned 23.
And March we turned 5.

And poof, it's almost Ramadhan.

Saturday, April 11, 2015

WTF (pun intended)

There's this particular thing I (we) had to do that fractured my motivation. For the record, it is not something unethical to start with. 
I see it as favour close to pointless turned into obligation
that is wrongly placed. Or at least that is how we feel. 
But we do it thinking somebody will have to do it anyway.
May Allah bless us with the reward.

It goes on a rotation cycle of 2 to 3 weeks 
and the burden is shared among us. 
We call it WTF coz it sounds like one.
The thing itself and its content. 

There are days when I'm up to it that I returned home like a zombie
and A noticed this. Well, he kinda understand how the system works but I think he forgot I was with him before I was even in the public service. What I'm saying is my foot was once set outside the grass. However, I like the garden I'm currently stepping in except for the fact that we had to deal with some shits as there are animals crossing. 
Well, that's kinda harsh but I'm not taking it back :P

Every field has its animals anyway.

It's strange the effect WTF has on us. There are days we (my colleagues and I - apparently we share similar symptoms - due to stress, I guess) crave for excessive shopping, binging, sleeping and a list of bad habits. 

So, I told A about my fractured motivation and how it has soaked up 
all my interest to even do my (common) favourite things.
Therefore, on those affected days, I even declared I do not want to run my role as a wife or a mother or even myself. He led me to figure out
that I should be doing something different to curb this and I realised that I should be reading books again. It's not like I have not done enough reading lately, but well, those books on the bookshelves,
you know what I mean.

And I guess blogging is also one of it.