tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77066576219098491672024-03-05T16:26:07.111+08:00sakinah, mawaddah, rahmahmcik hajarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436923777757306705noreply@blogger.comBlogger220125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706657621909849167.post-47576050952007590002014-04-13T09:26:00.001+08:002014-04-13T09:26:40.008+08:00Almost done!Alhmdulillah. Azhar and I were at Halim's house at the moment. Azhar undergone an interview yesterday, the first after his spm result was announced. I hope I'll be able to resume blogging in the midst of teaching and looking after my grandson, one year old umar .mcik hajarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436923777757306705noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706657621909849167.post-52980080793590413782013-10-31T21:44:00.000+08:002013-10-31T21:44:05.270+08:00A trip to Remember<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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At last we made it. Dijah's father, my son Halim, Fatma , my two little grandchildren and I managed to attend Dijah's graduation ceremony last week. It was indeed a memorable experience .... Humaira was recovering from chicken pox, Dijah misplaced her passport, a few detours due to bushfires in NSW and reaching Armidale almost midnight!<br />
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The moment we reached Armidale Motel, we were so thankful to Dijah for booking the place. It was comfortable and we slept soundly till morning. Armidale is a beautiful, tranquil city. No wonder Dijah loves the place so much. We enjoyed our meetings with her supervisors and technical officers at the university. They were just awesome! <br />
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To my lovely daughter, I know it will be difficult for you to adjust to our typical Malaysian environment. InsyaAllah. we'll pray the best for you!<br />
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mcik hajarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436923777757306705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706657621909849167.post-50487566086335980962013-01-20T21:31:00.001+08:002013-01-20T21:31:55.683+08:00Forgive and Forget..<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRassi0gsSc4NUveSQYeA7ARx6SclXPkH4r67i5ir5DnF1WEBkBmoKnDbCUQ_2r2PptIg9TeLXlR9i4K9oHXb0dWc64R7fvZKn1dAiL6GKerMxEwW5SIcH18EaPSfdPiwEph0SkofBi04/s1600/281396_10151232563924773_1407499481_n.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRassi0gsSc4NUveSQYeA7ARx6SclXPkH4r67i5ir5DnF1WEBkBmoKnDbCUQ_2r2PptIg9TeLXlR9i4K9oHXb0dWc64R7fvZKn1dAiL6GKerMxEwW5SIcH18EaPSfdPiwEph0SkofBi04/s320/281396_10151232563924773_1407499481_n.jpg" style="clear: both; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></a> A picture speaks a thousand words. To the onlookers, this might be a gathering of a happy family. Beautiful, contented, well-behave, loving, caring, well-fed and etc, etc. <br />
Actually the photo was taken about 6 years ago during the month of Ramadan. That's the reason why there weren't many people at the park, Padang Polo to be exact. Shortly after we took this photo we went to the bazaar ramadan in Rapat Setia to buy some food for breaking fast. Halim was studying medicine in Makassar and he was having his holidays then. Aman was due to fly to Egypt during the weekend. En suami was posted to Labuan. So, there were mixed feelings. What I remember most was the sadness and the pain that we as a family felt for Dijah then. A day earlier, her ex-fiance broke their engagement through SMS! Thinking back,I am glad that we received the news calmly; no harsh words, no tears but Dijah's siblings provided great support in lifting up her spirits. We accepted it as Allah's will and together we moved on. Actually, when en suami took the photo, we were hungry, sad, anxious and I was spending the nights crying my hearts out. No, no as I said earlier, I was NOT sad, but I was asking Allah to forgive me and my children for any wrong doings we have inflicted on other people. Although my children are the lights of my eyes and they are just awesome, they are still human and they do make mistakes....<div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>mcik hajarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436923777757306705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706657621909849167.post-7657795717779175642013-01-12T00:51:00.000+08:002013-01-12T00:53:07.049+08:00Mudah lupaAssalamualaikum.<br />
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I met all types of people. Some become my good friends . Nice friendly people, talkative, pleasant, not so pleasant, helpful, selfish, jerks and others. There are those who commit mistakes and then cried their hearts out . Well people DO make mistakes! So move on and remember that Allah is The MOST merciful. Allah will accept your taubah if you truly repent.mcik hajarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436923777757306705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706657621909849167.post-51007953354782005952012-11-04T16:05:00.000+08:002012-11-04T16:05:16.142+08:00Miss her<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aidilfitri 2012. My sister was preparing the chicken for ayam kerabu in the background. We gave her the honour to taste the dish before it was served.</td></tr>
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Al-fatihah to Zainun bt Salleh<br />
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She is my father's only sister, so she is my aunt. But we were very close. I could still remember, my siblings and I spent our entire primary school holidays in the village when we were young. We swam in the river nearby, waited for the durians in the wooden hut during fruit season and ate delicious meals prepared by her. She cooked usual kampung delicacies such as gulai tempoyak, lemak rebung and of course ayam kerabu. She lived with her youngest son, a religious teacher who also manages the rubber and oil palm plantation. <br />
She loved to pay my father a visit. Every fruit season, she would come to Ipoh with sacks of rambutans, durians and freshly made tempoyak. We would miss her dearly. May Allah blessed her.mcik hajarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436923777757306705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706657621909849167.post-65414568129270475302012-09-28T17:35:00.000+08:002012-09-28T17:35:35.378+08:00Cameron Highlands<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Tomorrow I'll be leaving for Cameron Highlands for a two day course. Lepas ni nak packing barang yang perlu dibawa. Musykil juga samada perlu bawa baju tebal atau tidak sebab program akan berakhir lewat malam. Kalau waktu siang suhu di Cameron tak berapa sejuk .<br />
InsyaAllah adik nombor tiga yang bertugas di Kolej Matrik Pahang akan balik bercuti ke rumah ayah malam ni. Adik dan family dari Durban, South Africa akan sampai pada hari Sabtu untuk menerima anugerah perkhidmatan lebih 20 tahun dengan PETRONAS. Cik Tutor kol sebab excited nak tahu hadiah apa Pak Cik Azman dapat.<br />
Tersasul sebut nama cik Tutor ni, rasa kesian pulak kat dia. Saya selalu tegaskan ,segala amalan dimulakan dengan niat. Niat ke Sydney untuk panjangkan silaturrahim dengan seorang kenalan dari Indonesia yang mempunyai minat yang sama. Mafhum hadith jelas menyatakan seseorang akan dapat segala apa yang dia niatkan. Ganjaran dunia dan akhirat akan diberi kepada mereka-mereka yang ikhlas hanya kerana Allah . I hope Cik Tutor will enjoy herself immensely plus her imaan is solidly intact in her heart.<br />
Kena beredar sekarang sebab malam ni kena tidur awal supaya tak mengantuk bila fetch adik kat Medan Gopeng.<br />
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Setiap hari saya pulang ke rumah ayah di Tambun. Hanya kami bertiga, saya , ayah dan emak.I couldn't help much as I always arrive quite late in the evening. Ayah rajin memasak, simple dishes but yummy. Lepas solat isya' berjemaah di surau, ayah pastikan saya makan masakan dia. Mesti kena puji masak gulai tempoyak atau sambal belacan ayah. Tiada sayur tumis, hanya pucuk mengkudu atau sirih kadok rebus, ulam raja atau ulam temu. Makan dengan sambal belacan atau sambal tempoyak. Pada hari Rabu, saya singgah di pasar malam. Beli laksam untuk ayah dan nasi kerabu untuk mak. Kalau rajin, goreng pisang untuk supper. Yang bestnya setiap Isnin dan Khamis, kami bangun sahur sama-sama. Alhamdulillah, ayah dan mak selalu puasa sunat. Sebelum subuh, sudah menjadi rutin saya untuk tolong angkat sebaldi nasi campur bijian gandum ke dalam kereta ayah. After subuh prayer, ayah will feed the birds!<br />
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Seronok dapat attention dari kedua mak ayah. Tenang dan mendamaikan. Moga Allah beri mereka kesihatan yang baik supaya mereka dapat terus beramal.mcik hajarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436923777757306705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706657621909849167.post-65619750690577743792012-09-25T19:28:00.002+08:002012-09-25T19:28:58.412+08:00Work<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It is indeed a nice feeling every time I go to school at Taman Rapat Indah, Ipoh. The place where all my children and thousands others have had their primary education. They were taught A, B, Cs and alif, ba taa's by a number of dedicated teachers . They performed their zuhur prayer under the teachers' guidance before returning home and read the Quran fluently. Everyone is required to memorise the surahs from the holy book. <br />
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I don't have the opportunity to teach the level 1 pupils, but the sight of them brings me a lot of joy. Alhamdulillah, I've taught in SRAH for more than twenty years now. All my children have left school and I dedicate my time to provide the best to the others so that they will be better equipped to face the challenges of life.<br />
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Actually, I am also learning to be a better person. Yesterday, at a meeting, the management made it clear to us that we are free to offer Dhuha prayers in the morning and reading maathurat is compulsory. He also stressed that we can recite al-Quran as much as we like during our free time in school. His target : Everyone should read 1 juz a day! <br />
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This is my favourite photo of my mum and my lovely daughter Khadijah during our umrah trip last July. By Allah's will we spent two weeks of blissful moment in Mecca and Madinah. It was really unexpected as we never planned it. Dijah asked me if I would like to accompany her and I asked my mum if she would like to join us. The rest is Allah's mercy!<br />
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It was mid-semester break in March 2011 and my mum was lying down at home after a major operation. A few weeks back we sent her for treatment at KPJ hospital where she was warded for 3 days for severe stomach pain. After she got home, she was still in pain. My son suggested that we went to the Emergency Dept at Raja Permaisuri Bainun Hospital and a few days later she had an operation. She recovered well and I am really glad that she was strong enough to perform umrah with us. While in the holy cities, she woke up as early as half past two in the morning!<br />
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Congratulations to thousands of Malaysians who are chosen by Allah to be His guests to perform Hajj this year. It is indeed an honour and let's pray hard so that one day we will be in Mecca and Madinah once again.<br />
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mcik hajarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436923777757306705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706657621909849167.post-87802807769135151072012-07-01T18:52:00.001+08:002012-07-01T18:52:43.268+08:00Wishes<br />
Two days of brain storming in Klang .<br />
What do we want? How to get it ? Did you get it?<br />
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Life in this world is not eternal. Earlier in life we spent our life studying, then get good fulfilling job, got married, have children and the cycle goes on. How nice if all of us especially muslims can add another dimension to what we normally do.<br />
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As we seek knowledge, we should also share the knowledge that we have to others. Then it becomes 'good deeds' as more people benefit the knowledge that we've passed on. Teaching 1,2,3 to toddlers , seems trivial but imagine the reward if the toddler grows up to be a great economist.<br />
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Before we set off to work, make sure our intention is solely for the sake of Allah and make do'a so that Allah ease our dealings for the day.<br />
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If you plan to get married, make sure that it is solely to seek the pleasure of Allah and both you and your partner will be obedient servants of Allah. Your goal is to be together even in Jannah.<br />
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Strive to make sure your children will be better than you; teach them to be good obedient children, have impeccable manners, be active muslim da'i, love going to the mosque and generous to others.The more they spend in the path of Allah, the more rewards will be bestowed.<br />
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There's still time insyaAllah. Strive to be the BEST to get the BEST! <br />
<br />mcik hajarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436923777757306705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706657621909849167.post-54912868088301025412012-06-17T21:52:00.000+08:002012-06-17T21:52:29.445+08:00Missing themAssalamualaikum.<br />
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2 weeks of togetherness. Not during the flight from KL to Abu Dhabi though. There was a commotion when the families tried to exchange seats in the plane. Even though we were placed a few seats apart from one another, I could still keep an eye on Dijah and my mum. Luckily, the seat arrangement from Abu Dhabi to Jeddah was better and everyone was happy.<br />
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We were quiet all along the bus trip from Jeddah to Madinah. There wasn't much traffic on the highway and only a bush or two in sight all along the journey. When the Mutawif showed us the minarets of Nabawi mosque, I couldn't help it, but shed tears of gratefulness for at last I was there. We rushed to check in Mubarak Madinah hotel and got ready for prayer. Our hotel was only 100m away from Uthman Affan gate, so we often got back to the hotel for meals and short naps.<br />
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Kerol joined us the next day. He shouted 'Mak!' in front of the hotel amidst the crowd who had just returned from Zuhur prayer. He made fast friends with the other families. We offered him to sleep with us since his hotel was further away. With his arrival, mum was able to haggle with the shopkeepers. He spoke fluent arabic, much to our delight!<br />
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Madinah and Mecca are the holy lands for the muslims. Allah counts our deeds. Fortunately, Dijah and I are open enough to discuss things and on our second day in Madinah, Dijah told me; ' Mak, if I did anything wrong please don't be mad with me.' I hugged her and told her that I really appreciate the sacrifices that Dijah and her brothers did for me. Kerol's 24 hour trip to Madinah from Jordan, Dijah being with us every single minute and her little brother taking care of my father. Not to mention the du'as from Halim and Aman that make our trip so much easier. My prayer is that, Allah will grant us good health, time and apportunity to visit these holy lands as a family, Ameen.mcik hajarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436923777757306705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706657621909849167.post-79028650548769459352012-06-14T14:44:00.000+08:002012-06-14T14:59:45.204+08:00Your MotherJust coming back from KLIA. Took a day off to send Cik tutor to the airport. Both of us were still tired from our 2 week umrah trip. She's proved herself to be an obedient and reliable daughter and grand-daughter in Mecca and Medina. There were numerous times when unfavourable incident happened , we discussed it calmly and thankfully almighty Allah grant us so much happiness in the end. May Allah reward her immensely.<br />
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She is in her late twenties, her grandma is 71 and I celebrated my 54th birthday yesterday. She could just ignore us and joined the high-spirited young ladies in our group who were always up to something. For example, wearing the black abayas and niqab so that they look like the Arabs and be among the first to be permitted to enter Raudah. Malaysian and Indonesian ladies were always granted last, but we never complained because we knew it was for our own good.<br />
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We will never forget our first experience to pray in Raudah. We waited as early as 6 am, and when it was our turn to enter Raudah, we still cannot pray in peace. We'd never give up though, and we planned our next strategy. After fardhu prayer each day we will hug and forgive one another and both of us will hold my mum's arms and lead her into Raudah. When she was safe on the green carpet, then only we would proceed to pray. It was indeed a blessing from Allah, when both of us can pray uninterrupted for as long as we like.<br />
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I cried my hearts out on the perfumed carpet of Raudah when I realised that this is the reward from Allah.<br />
We always read this hadith, but in Raudah I truly know what it meant. <br />
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Narrated Abu Huraira: A man came to Allah's Apostle and said, "O Allah's
Apostle! Who is more entitled to be treated with the best companionship
by me?" The Prophet said, "Your mother." The man said. "Who is next?"
The Prophet said, "Your mother." The man further said, "Who is next?"
The Prophet said, "Your mother." The man asked for the fourth time, "Who
is next?" The Prophet said, "Your father. "<br />
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For those out there who still have the luxury of having their mothers around, please love them whole-heartedly without conditions. I know most mums are hard to be pleased but it is our duty to be good to them. If the reward in this world has already brought us joy, then I can't imagine what greater rewards that Allah would bestow on us in the hereafter if we are kind to our parents.<br />
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<br />mcik hajarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436923777757306705noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706657621909849167.post-56932369626410316822012-05-30T09:39:00.000+08:002012-05-30T09:39:01.220+08:00Allah loves usAlhamdulillah, just finished packing. The house is a little bit in order; rubbish out, laundry done, dishes put away in the cabinet. I hope the trip will be a smooth one and my concern is attaining Allah's pleasure in whatever deeds I am doing. My mum and Dijah will accompany me. Or is it the other way round. It was cik tutor's plan all along. She 's been trying hard to make the trip since last year. Then she met this lovely lady who organised holiday and umrah packages.She joined in and I volunteered myself to accompany her . Out of respect we mentioned it to my mum. Of course mum was so glad that we asked. Fortunately, it coincides with Kerol's semester break, so he'll joined us a day after our arrival in Madinah, insyaAllah.<br />
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I know we have to devote ourselves entirely to Allah. A month earlier Cik tutor's purse was stolen. I was in Putra Hotel waiting for my sister after a one day meeting there. In between tears she called and told me about the incident. <br />
I asked her to make a police report, block the credit cards , and be patient with the mishap.<br />
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Two weeks later my handbag was stolen. Luckily there wasn't much cash but I took one whole day to renew my ic, driver's licence, atm cards and doctor's appointment card with the help of en suami who happened to be home at that time. I asked cik tutor to be patient and now I have to eat my own words!<br />
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En suami told me; when the sahabahs migrated to Madinah from Mekah, they left every worldly things behind; their businesses, dwellings, farms and even loved ones. So what the people took from us is incomparable to the sacrifices made by the sahabahs. In fact, when people heard about cik tutor's fate, they purposely came to see her and made du'a for her. Alhamdulillah, lesson learnt! May Allah grant us His blessings.<br />
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Lastly, I hope all my friends and the people who stop by to read my blog will forgive me for any mistakes I have done or any harsh words I've written in my blog. Let's pray for Allah's pleasure.<br />
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<br />mcik hajarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436923777757306705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706657621909849167.post-83888380131952821622012-05-27T16:51:00.002+08:002012-05-27T16:51:50.480+08:00Just coming back from a short course at INTIM. My days are hectic nowadays. I wonder whether age is catching up with me. There are so many things to be done although I am alone most of the time. Azhar enrolled in SBPI Gopeng last March so I often sleep at my parents' house, and leave their house shortly after Subuh for work. Around 2 o'clock I'll be at home, feeding the cats and doing the laundry. <br />
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I know, I can be more productive. I love cooking but I'm hopeless in keeping my house in order. I'm glad Cik tutor and Azhar are at home now. If only I can hide the laptops somewhere......mcik hajarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436923777757306705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706657621909849167.post-64758858869957462362012-02-09T17:11:00.001+08:002012-02-09T17:30:03.707+08:00RingtoneI let my phone rings longer, so please be patient....<br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwFqr9gwdVSk4-tJHRBZmX-ByPOKzR1IE4PTE89kPnndRl7hJTWtW6QoIJtVwjSBx7qLD97AK_pe-SFK0cu' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>mcik hajarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436923777757306705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706657621909849167.post-61107964025605613322012-02-01T20:17:00.004+08:002012-02-01T21:32:19.533+08:00Day 2 - 2012Salam.<br /><br />Hik,hik.. It has been quite a long time. I didn't manage my time well, that I missed updating my blog. Dijah insisted that I keep on writing ; may be on excerpts of the books I've read, on talks that I've attended or anything at all. We talked on the phone almost everyday so I'm sure she never misses us.<br /><br />Alhamdulillah, Allah's blessings are always with us. Don't get me wrong, there are shortcomings here and there but I wouldn't complain. My son is posted to Selangor so he is reunited with his family (Cik Hanim and Humairah!) . Dijah is happier and Azhar is focused in his studies. En suami is still in Pilah so I have lots of spare time during weekdays to concentrate on my work. This year I intend to work smart rather than work hard, so it involves lots of planning and group discussions . I really hope, 2012 will be much better.<br /><br />My new year resolution..... I am going to be positive and talk of happy things.<br /><br />Day 2 - Meaning behind your blog name. (Boleh ke skip day 1?)<br /> Sakinah, mawaddah wa rahmah - partly copied from UstaZ Haji Mohd Nawi.<br /><table width="570" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="10"><tbody><tr><p> Firman Allah yang bermaksud: “Dan di antara tanda-tanda kebesaran Allah itu bahawa Dia jadikan bagi kamu pasangan hidup agar kamu mendapatkan ketenangan/kebahagiaan bersamanya. Kemudian Allah ciptakan di antara kamu berdua mawaddah dan rahmah.” (Surah al-Rum, ayat 21)</p> <td align="left"><p>Alam ini terasa indah kerana Allah menciptakannya berpasang-pasangan. Ada siang, ada pula malam. Ada tempat yang subur, ada pula yang tandus. Ada gunung-ganang yang tinggi tapi ada juga lembah dan lurah yang dalam. Ada lelaki dan ada pula perempuan. Allah menciptakan pasangan untuk manusia agar mereka dapat hidup seiring sejalan, berbahagi suka dan duka serta tetap bersama dalam melayari kehidupan yang penuh dengan onak, duri, dugaan, tentangan dan cabaran demi mencapai satu matlamat mendapatkan keluarga sakinah mardatillah.</p> <p>Menurut Prof Dr Hamka, rahmah lebih tinggi kedudukannya daripada mawaddah sebab ia kasih mesra di antara suami isteri yang bukan lagi berasaskan keinginan syahwat, sebaliknya rasa kasih sayang murni yang tumbuh dari jiwa yang paling dalam sehingga suami isteri merasakan kebahagiaan yang tidak bertepi dan ketenangan yang tidak berbatas. Yang mereka inginkan adalah mengisi hari-hari akhir dengan beribadah dan mendekatkan diri kepada Allah sedekat-dekatnya secara bersama-sama. Mereka juga berusaha memberikan contoh yang baik, teladan dan nasihat kepada anak cucu supaya mereka tidak salah dalam memilih jalan hidup di dunia yang penuh dugaan ini. Inilah hakikat rahmah itu.</p> <p>Allah akan menurunkan rahmah di dalam satu keluarga apabila keluarga berkenaan dibina atas niat mencari keredaan Allah. Oleh sebab itu, di dalam proses membina satu rumah tangga, Rasulullah memberikan bimbingan kepada umat Islam agar memilih pasangan kerana empat prinsip, iaitu kecantikan, keturunan, kekayaan dan agamanya. Akan tetapi Rasulullah memberatkan agar agama menjadi keutamaan. Ada kalanya orang memilih pasangan kerana kecantikan dan kekayaan sehingga mereka lupa bahawa kecantikan dan harta bersifat sementara. Begitu juga dengan keturunan dan nasab tidak selamanya menjamin kebahagiaan.</p> <p>Oleh sebab itulah, Rasulullah s. a. w. menyuruh memilih pasangan kerana agama sebab kekurangan dalam rupa, harta dan nasab atau keturunan akan disempurnakan oleh agama. Wanita yang beragama akan timbul di wajahnya kecantikan yang lahir dari jiwanya dan menyinari segenap tubuhnya, bukan kecantikan palsu yang diselaputi solekan. Wanita yang beragama juga akan melahirkan sifat qana’ah, iaitu berasa cukup dengan yang mereka miliki dan tidak terlalu memaksa diri untuk mencapai sesuatu. Sifat inilah yang dikatakan oleh ahli tasawuf dengan kekayaan yang sebenarnya.</p> <p>Agama pula membezakan seorang manusia dengan manusia yang lain, bukan kerana keturunan dan kedudukan seperti firman Allah yang bermaksud: “Sesungguhnya orang yang paling mulia di sisi Allah adalah orang yang paling takwa”.<br /> Oleh itu, keluarga yang dibina atas dasar agama ini akan memiliki matlamat yang jelas. Bagi mereka, hidup di dunia ini hanyalah satu jalan menuju kehidupan akhirat yang abadi sehingga apa pun yang mereka lakukan dalam keluarga itu tidak keluar daripada tujuan asal untuk mencipta keluarga sakinah yang diredai Allah dan berjuang untuk menegakkan agama Allah dalam semua aspek kehidupan mereka.</p> <p><strong></strong><br /> </p></td></tr></tbody></table>mcik hajarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436923777757306705noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706657621909849167.post-8775604567452028062011-11-12T14:52:00.002+08:002011-11-12T16:01:13.477+08:00HappinessSalam. Everyone deserves to be happy. It's in our mind. If we choose to be happy, then the happiness is yours. But if you choose to be grumpy then, no one will be able to help you.<br /><br />I know of someone who has a dream job, a dream husband, a dream child, supportive well-to-do family but as usual there is a wee bit of imperfection in her life. Out of frustration, she sometimes refuses to go to work. There was tension in the family and everybody was worried. She pulled herself together after an outsider pointed out, how lucky she was.<br /><br />There are practically solutions to every problems that we faced. We have our parents, brothers, sisters and eventually we have Allah the almighty to help us.<br /><br />The basic foundation of my happiness is the trust that my husband gives me. Then there are my children. Cik tutor calls almost everyday. I don't mind the sobs and the tears because that's the time she opens up to me. She might look strong to her friends but actually she is lonely in Armidale. Only Allah knows how hard I pray for her well-being. Kerol on the other hand, loves to shower me with his mushy, lovey words. Halim with his funny comments in the facebook which never fail to bring laughter to the household.<br /><br /><br />The greatest happiness of all is when my children reminded me of my duties.<br /><br />'I'm proud of you and Ayah. May Allah gives you pahala for every kilometers that you travelled!'<br />She texted me when we were on our way to Alor Setar from KB. May Allah bless En suami, Dijah, Halim,Aman, Kerol and Aa.mcik hajarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436923777757306705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706657621909849167.post-31807842196893913592011-11-01T10:54:00.002+08:002011-11-01T12:13:26.848+08:00Granddaughter<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhToCNSMSKHi8TKb1g2zbrMERZC7mS13QGpnVLxz69X7Zv9EKBn7IAbwFt0vDqG3nf3kwZ2Tk8fC3N7vEBxQP_IdO-Os4AF0tPaaTWy8JF_smydkStrSxhrHu39p1CfJKoTrIo8wtg66o8/s1600/anak+halim.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhToCNSMSKHi8TKb1g2zbrMERZC7mS13QGpnVLxz69X7Zv9EKBn7IAbwFt0vDqG3nf3kwZ2Tk8fC3N7vEBxQP_IdO-Os4AF0tPaaTWy8JF_smydkStrSxhrHu39p1CfJKoTrIo8wtg66o8/s320/anak+halim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669855655574884594" border="0" /></a><br />This is the picture of my first granddaughter, Amani Humaira bt Abdul Halim. I haven't met her in person yet as en suami and I are busy with our work. We call her Humaira. At the moment she's staying with her maternal grandparents in Kota Bharu. I know she's in safe hands and I'm sure they are looking after her well. We plan to visit them during the festive season this weekend.<br /><br />Since she is our first grandchild, and also the first niece to a vogue aunt and 3 admiring uncles, we couldn't help it but felt excited with her birth. Eventhough we can't hug, cuddle and kiss her, we can keep track of her progress when her father uploaded her photos and tag us in the facebook. We pray that she'll grow up to be a fine, obedient,solehah young woman just like her adorable aunty Dijah!mcik hajarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436923777757306705noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706657621909849167.post-37039342556315437482011-10-07T20:49:00.004+08:002011-10-08T08:21:34.000+08:00NepalI was really busy with work and attending to family matters. It was indeed a happy moment when all my children were able to attend Aman's wedding. The last time we were together, was back in 2006, before Aman left for Egypt to study medicine .<br /><br />Yesterday morning Aman flew to Cairo with his wife.Both families sent them off at the airport.Aman and I took the bus from Ipoh and on arrival at the airport, a young man hesitatingly approached us. <br /><br />'You speak English,' he asked Aman. Aman was quite reluctant to answer because he was taught to be careful with strangers.<br /><br />'We do,' I answered and I asked whether he had any problems. <br /><br />My motherly instinct was right. The nineteen-year old boy came to Malaysia to find work and after a month of labour in a furniture factory in Ipoh, he was found medically unfit and his visa was terminated.His employer used his hard-earned money to buy him the flight ticket home. He looked lost and unhappy so I asked Aman to buy him some food . We chatted and he told us about himself. He was the eldest in a family of three. In Nepal, he worked as a rafter (carrying people across the river using rafts). I was quite impressed with his command in English and his willingness to find work so far away from home. I asked Aman to make sure that all his documents were in order and consulted the information personnel about his flight which was due the next morning. We departed soon after.<br /><br />Later that day, while en suami, Aman and I were heading towards the surau,the Nepalese boy approached us, beaming. 'Thank you friend,' he kept saying. He also introduced us to his countrymen who worked in Selangor, whom he met at the airport.I was glad that he was not travelling alone. I wished them luck and to have a safe journey home.<br /><br />The encounter with the Nepalese boy made me ponder how difficult life can be. To make ends meet, he has to use all his savings to find jobs in our beloved country. Unfortunately, it did not turn out well and he has to resume work as a rafter when he gets home. Maybe, when he has enough money, he would further his studies and his life will be much better after that.mcik hajarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436923777757306705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706657621909849167.post-81808436146772230582011-09-10T18:52:00.006+08:002011-09-11T06:05:40.508+08:00Nice<span style="font-family:georgia;">There were tears of despair. In between sobs, she confided,'I always treat people nicely, but why are they mean to me.'</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Then it struck me. Before I left </span><span style="font-family:georgia;">for </span><span style="font-family:georgia;">UK to study ages ago, my mum wrote a short reminder in my autograph book. The message was short but I never took much notice, until this afternoon.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">'</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family:georgia;" >Buat baik berpada-pada, buat jahat jangan sekali</span><span style="font-family:georgia;">,' she wrote.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Actually,you can be nice to people, but please make sure that the people that you are nice to are nice! There shouldn't be </span><span style="font-family:georgia;">any</span><span style="font-family:georgia;"> hidden motives for being nice to other people; in other words be nice sincerely. Allah knows what's in our hearts and for every good deeds that you've done, Allah would give you great rewards.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I don't know the statistics of bad people versus nice people. But I'm really sure that nice people outnumber bad people. We need to be careful when getting acquainted with a new person; not to reveal too much about ourselves and always be nice to your own self before you are good to others!</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I always refer to the seerah of the prophet whenever I came across a problem. Read this touching story about Prophet Muhammad(pbuh) and realise how patient and noble he was during his lifetime.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">In the corner of the marketplace of Madinah, was a blind Jewish beggar, who would cry out daily to all those who came near him, <span style="font-style: italic;">"O my brothers, don't be near Muhammad! He's a lunatic, he's a liar, a sorcerer! If you are to be close to him, you will be influenced by him!"</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />No matter whoever approached him, the blind Jewish beggar will definitely not waste his chance to incite them to hate the Prophet Muhammad, <span style="font-style: italic;">Sallalahu Alaihi Wassallam (peace be upon him).</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">All kinds of curses would spew forth from the beggar's mouth even though he had never known the Prophet personally!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">The news about the blind Jewish beggar's daily cursing and badmouthing him came to the knowledge of the Prophet (pbuh).</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Even then, the Holy Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) did not get angry and he ignored the blind Jewish beggar's insults against himself!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">On the contrary, from that day onwards, at each morning, the Prophet (pbuh) visited the blind beggar and brought food for him!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Without saying a single word, the Blessed Messenger (pbuh) would feed the beggar with his own hand!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">The blind beggar would chew the food being fed to him and eat contentedly. Once he was full, he'd express his gratitude without knowing that the one who had fed him was the Holy Prophet of Allah, Muhammad (pbuh).</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">The Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) continued to feed the blind beggar without fail each day till the day he died! Throughout his service to the blind beggar, he never revealed his identity to the blind Jewish beggar.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">After the Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) had passed away, no one brought food to the blind beggar anymore.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">The blind Jewish beggar waited daily and was perplexed as to why the kind man did no longer come to feed him and provide for him as he had done all this while. The blind beggar waited in vain for the kind gentleman who </span><span style="font-family:georgia;"> had fed him</span>。<br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">One day, the closest Companion of the Holy Prophet (pbuh), <span style="font-style: italic;">Saiyidina </span>Abu Bakar As Siddiq @ The Truthful One, <span style="font-style: italic;">Radhiallahu Anhu</span> (May Allah be pleased with him) visited the home of his daughter, <span style="font-style: italic;">Saiyidatina </span>Aishah, <span style="font-style: italic;">Radhiallahu Anha</span> (May Allah be pleased with her), the widow of the Blessed Messenger (SAW).<br /><br />Abu Bakar asked Aishah, <em>"O my child, is there any habit of my beloved (Prophet) that I have yet to carry on?"</em><br /><br />Aisyah replied, <em>"Dear Father, you are verily a follower of the Sunnah (Habits) of the Prophet and there is none that you have yet to do except for one deed only!"</em><br /><br /><em>"What is that?"</em> asked Abu Bakar.<br /><br /><em>"Every morning, the Prophet of Allah (pbuh) will go to the end of the marketplace, bringing food to a blind old Jewish beggar who lives there and feed him by his hand,"</em> said Aishah.<br /><br />The next day, Abu Bakar As Siddiq went to the marketplace with food for the blind beggar. Abu Bakar As Siddiq approached the beggar and started to feed him.<br /><br />At the first handfull of food being fed to him, the blind Jewish beggar became angry and shouted out, <em>"Who are you?"</em><br /><br />Abu Bakar answered, <em>"I am the one who usually feeds you every morning".</em><br /><br /><em>"No! Don't you lie to me!"</em> objected the blind beggar.<br /><br />Abu Bakar was shocked, thus he asked, <em>"Why do you say so?"</em><br /><br />The blind Jewish beggar answered, <em>"Because when he comes to me, I always felt it easy to hold his hand and found it easy to chew the food he fed me! The man who used to feed me would make the food fine before feeding it to me!"</em><br /><br />Abu Bakar As Siddiq could not hold back his tears anymore and he burst out crying and had to disclose who he actually was to the beggar.<br /><br /><em>"Verily, I am not the one who used to come and feed you. I am one of his Companions for the noble one is alive no more! He was none other than the Blessed Prophet of Allah, Muhammad Sallalahu Alaihi Wassallam!"</em><br /><br /><em>"Muhammad?"</em> asked the blind old Jewish beggar, totally shocked with what he had just heard.<br /><br /><em>"You mean to tell me that the one who came each morning without fail and fed me by his hand was Muhammad?"</em> asked the beggar.</span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>"Yes! It was Muhammad!"</em> answered Abu Bakar.<br /><br />Immediately, the blind old Jewish beggar wailed out in despair and cried so pitifully coming to realise that it was none other than the Holy Prophet (pbuh) who had been feeding him all this while.<br /><br /><em>"All this while!... all this while, I had been cursing him, I had been slandering him! Not once has he ever scolded me! He kept coming every morning to feed me! He is so noble!.."</em> cried the old blind Jewish beggar as he wiped away his flowing tears on his cheeks.<br /><br />The blind beggar reached out to <span style="font-style: italic;">Saiyidina </span>Abu Bakar As Siddiq, the first Caliph of the Muslims and testified before him the<span style="font-style: italic;"> Kalimah Shahadah</span></span>mcik hajarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436923777757306705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706657621909849167.post-88302488163272592692011-08-30T12:23:00.003+08:002011-08-30T13:09:50.470+08:00Happy EidThis year all my sisters and brother plus their families celebrate raya at their in-laws. En doktor and his in-laws will be in Ipoh on the third day of raya so we decided to keep mak and ayah company. Glad that we came up with that decision because there are lots to be done on raya's eve. Alhamdulillah Aman and Azhar were forever willing to help with the preparation : hanging the curtains, washing the dishes, laying the carpets, peeling the onions , preparing the drinks, and of course serving the guests.
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<br />So, this will be the last raya for Aman as a single man. I hope he'll be a good son-in-law. As a son, I couldn't wish for a better one. In fact all my children are very nice, pleasant to be with, obedient and they have lots of good sense of humor. They are very dedicated with their work or studies and have great respect to the elderly. I wish that they remain humble and that success will not get on their heads.
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<br />Dijah is celebrating raya in Uruguay. Well, not really celebrating but she is doing her work there. At least in Aussie, she is part of the Islamic community, so she can join in the Eid prayers and other activities. Being in Latin America at this time of the year is a once in a lifetime experience. I hope she'll enjoy the trip and gain lots of knowledge and experience. I'm glad that she tried her best to keep in touch, and kept us informed of her whereabouts. The conference in Buenos Aires, the trip to the Iguazu Falls and another working trip to Uruguay kept her busy most of the time. I hope the experience will enrich her life and open her eyes to Allah's wonderful creation.
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<br />Personally, I am already looking forward to next year's holy month of Ramadan. I hope Allah will be pleased with me and my family.
<br />mcik hajarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436923777757306705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706657621909849167.post-21940970319198888882011-08-27T09:20:00.002+08:002011-08-27T10:19:03.802+08:00Student's PencilIt was the last day of school before the festive holidays. I was quite impressed by the tazkirah given by my ex-student (UPSR 2000) during the closing ceremony of Semarak Ramadan Program.
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<br />It was about a pencil. He asked the students to be like a pencil!
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<br />1. A pencil is idle without a hand to guide it. There must be a steady hand to hold it and guide it to write something useful. Everybody needs parents, teachers and also Allah to guide us through our lives. We will live a blessed life if we have our elders to share their wisdom with us.
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<br />2. Imagine, you are the pencil and the white paper is your life! Before you write anything down, we must bear in mind that it will leave a lasting mark on the paper even after you erase it. If you do something good then it will leave a remarkable effect that will bring cheers to others . But if you unintentionally do something wrong, then erase it at once and vow never to repeat the same mistake. Pray that Allah will forgive you and move on with your life.
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<br />3. As you use your pencil, the pencil lead will get shorter and you need to sharpen it to maximise the effectiveness of your writing. The same goes with our lives. We need to sharpen our mind and our soul by reading more books, perform daily prayers, reading al-Quran and listen to advices from our parents. <span style="font-style: italic;">It was quite funny when Adzwan told the students that they need to sharpen themselves. 'Hah! asah' exclaimed the Year One students who were seated in the front rows!</span>
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<br />4. Lastly, people might be drawn to the colourful wooden outside of the pencil, but what is the most important is whether it writes clear enough. The same goes to us. Our inside should be more important that our appearance. Of course we have to look nice and be presentable but at the same time ,we have to nurture our hearts to be sincere in everything we do.
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<br />Thanks to Adzwan for the talk. He'll be a pharmacist with a bright future insyaAllah!
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<br />mcik hajarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436923777757306705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706657621909849167.post-88620393258249231192011-08-21T12:42:00.003+08:002011-08-21T13:18:37.346+08:00Convinced!Everybody has problems but the way people react to the problems make a lot of difference. As a muslim I believe and I pray that Allah will only give me problems that I can cope with. Without any difficulties in life, my faith is not tested. Some people might talk about the problem for hours, others might keep it to themselves. Others prefer to wake in the middle of the night and 'talk' it out will Allah the Lord of the universe.
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<br />Alhamdulillah, problems come and go and I am glad I am still standing tall. I hope Allah will give me the strength to face the adversities of life and Allah is pleased with my effort.
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<br />One of my favourite dishes during breaking fast is the dessert, traditional or western. I came across a recipe on bread pudding and it seems my family love it very much. The original recipe is very rich which calls for 9 egg yolks and 2 cups of cream but for health reasons I use 4 whole eggs and 1/2 cup of cream instead.
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<br />Bread pudding
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<br />raisins - soak in water for 2 hours
<br />12 slices of bread - cut 3 pieces into triangles and the rest into cubes.
<br />100g melted butter
<br />4 eggs
<br />1/2 cup cream
<br />2 cups milk
<br />1/2 cup sugar
<br />1 tsp vanilla
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<br />1. Soak the triangular pieces of bread in butter and line the baking tin. Use the cubed bread to soak the remaining butter and pile it on top. Sprinkle the raisins.
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<br />2. Beat eggs, sugar and milk in a bowl. Add cream, vanilla and beat till the sugar dissolves.
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<br />3. Pour the egg mixture on the bread. Let it rest for 2 hours.
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<br />mcik hajarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436923777757306705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706657621909849167.post-77813605904419009292011-08-15T22:56:00.002+08:002011-08-15T23:04:55.700+08:00NASTA (Tat Nanas Gulung)Ingredients for the dough:
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<br />250g butter
<br />50 gram powdered sugar (icing)
<br />1 tsp vanilla
<br />2 egg yolks
<br />375 g multi purpose flour
<br />25 gram cornflour
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<br />Method :
<br />Cream butter and sugar. Add in the egg yolks. Add in vanilla essence, cornflour and flour gradually. The dough should be soft so that it's easier to press.
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<br />Ingredients for the pineapple jam:
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<br />2 pineapples - grated coarsely
<br />300g sugar
<br />2cm cinnamon stick
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<br />Mix all the ingredients except sugar in a saucepan. Using slow fire, cook until the juice is reduced.
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<br />mcik hajarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14436923777757306705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7706657621909849167.post-52398150962422986502011-08-14T11:48:00.002+08:002011-08-14T12:24:05.788+08:00Limited TimeWe were in Tesco the other day. I was surprised to see the price hike of the food items sold there. Really absurd. I was wondering how families with growing up children can afford to make ends meet. Even though there were only Azhar and me, I still cook for berbuka and sahur. I managed to refrain myself from going to bazaar Ramadan ; you know how shopping with empty stomachs feels like. You end up buying food of your choice but you won't be able to consume it due to time restraint!
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<br />Usually I will cook 3 dishes; savoury item for the main meal, a vegetable dish and of course I will never forget my favourite, kuih! Ayah was admitted to the hospital on the fourth day of Ramadan because of gout. He loves breaking the fast in the surau. All the seafood and the meat dishes are not good for the gout sufferers. He wasn't able to walk and mum had to call my brother from Bangi to see Ayah. The pain was unbearable that he decided to go to the hospital. Now, I make sure that my parents stay at home and I will bring the home-cooked meals to be eaten with them. After maghrib prayers, we went to the surau for Isya' and tarawih prayers. I always look forward to the tazkirah session after the prayers. Around 11 p.m. we go home to Desa Perwira.
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<br />I still remember one of the ustaz telling us that one of the virtues of Al-Quran is its mukjizat. During the time it was revealed, the Quran was highly regarded because of its beautiful kalimahs. Later, even the Europeans used the Quran to draft their country's constitutions and at present, there are many scientific facts being proven by the Quran. So, hold fast to al-Quran and aim to finish reading the whole book during this month of Ramadhan.
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