Child of Mine

Technically what happen last evening was not entirely my fault, but I guess I dun mind taking all the blames…If really something happen to this child of mine, I would never ever forgive myself, so I guess that’s make I’m entirely at fault.

What hit me the most was the feeling of being overly worried over the safety of this unborn child, for the first time my motherly instinct or feeling has swept everything inside me. Perhaps this is the feeling that will be felt by all mothers whenever danger is threatening their child. A feeling that makes you want to cry out loud, cursing your every action and all unreasonable acts you wish you could do just to make sure everything is ok. Weird I was allowing myself to cry (because of the pain definitely) but all the unreasonable act was locked inside of me like a proper grown woman supposed to act. But my heart and my thinking was chanting Allah SWT name and Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) name without stopping, praying all my heart can that this child inside me is keep to safety all the time. How I pray let me feel all the pain but not him…I realized at that moment how I love this child so much that I’m willing to do everything to make sure he’s in good condition.

Dear God, please protect this child of mine from every danger and threat that may encounter him. Please destined him good life in this worldly world and the hereafter. Prolonged his life for the purpose of good deeds and end his life with a significant good ending, for he’s my child in this world and hereafter. Amin.

Not the best spa treatment?

Ever since I was pregnant, movement has never been that easy for me, yup my body is getting heavier, my balancing is terrible and worst, taking care of myself has never been this difficult...but despite all this I’m really thankful that God has given me the chance of having to feel every little changes that took place for the past 23 weeks in my physical and emotional transformation.

I was complaining a little bit to my dear husband, how I can’t get down to my feet and brush all the dirt, rub my back with scrubs and bath sponge, many more little things that I used to do on my own in the aspect of hygiene care.

So last weekend, who else would have volunteer to take care of me and clean me up in the most caring way if it’s not my dear husband. It was such a funny moments where I stand still like a big polar bear and getting myself ready to be scrubbed and brush by him. He’s doing it dedicatedly and I must say I’m touch by his care for me. Someday if either one of us fall sick or challenge by any physical movement we would have done the same thing for each other. Insya-Allah.

Massage moments it not entirely the best compared to all the experience that has spoiled me into a massage addict, but his willingness to ease my back pain, shoulder pain and all sort of pain due to this pregnancy is highly appreciated ; ) dia buat walaupun rasa macam tak rasa je ;p

Anyhow...I love spending time with him especially at time like this where you will always appreciate an extra hand and of coz a shoulder to support to....

It might not be the best spa treatment, but for me it means the world to me.

Total Price : Love Care Responsibility of a Husband...Priceless

7 August 2010

7 August 2010

I cried tears of happiness and blessed as we enter that place...a place that I never thot I would be able to enter...I feel so thankful for this oppurtunity that God has given us. Alhamdulillah is the only word that I cud utter when tears struck me. Insya-allah many more tears of happiness to come...

For now I feel like singing a song from Maher Zain - for the rest of my life, i'll be with you, i'll stay with you, honest and true, till the end of my time, i'll be loving you.........

I want to be healthy

Never appreciate most of the things dat I can do when health is all pink...but when sickness struck it turn my world upside down, never thot I wud be such a burden to everyone who care, tears and prayers keep changing lane...I was depressed even though I shud be happy as all this sickness is a result of sumthing happy..sumthing that i really want..sumthing that i've been hoping for such a long time.

I'm better now, but whenever I remember those moments of being sick, truth is I'm so afraid to go through it all over again most I appreciate every moments of being healthy and be the person I used to be.

Tuhan..berikan aku kekuatan mengharungi tempoh ini...satu tempoh panjang kiranya aku terus berasa resah dan sukar...satu tempoh pendek sekiranya aku mengharunginya dengan bahagia dan penuh harapan...aku pohon pilihan yang kedua Ya Alllah...amin.

Weekend Forever

WEEKEND Day 1 - 6.30 AM. Solat. Laundry Day. House Cleaning Day. Breakfast. Shops. Solat. Lunch with Close Fren ( Ngetop Banget) .Nap. Solat. Hantaran. Solat. Dinner. Movie+Dinner. Solat and Sleep Like A Baby

P/S : My Name is KHAN - this movie is Super Great..nope beyond Great..I cried like Mad, and Laugh like a Monkey..hehe.

WEEKEND Day 2 - 6.30 AM. Solat. Nap. Lunch + Breakfast (Ah-Lan Wasahlan) .Solat. Shops. Makeup Session. Gossips. Shop Till Drop. Night Market. Solat. Cooked Asam Pedas. Solat. Ironing. Dinner. Hantaran. Solat. TV. Sleep Like Tomorrow Is Not a Working Day.

P/S : Guls Day Out is always the best way to spend!

I love my Weekend..yeap I love my 22nd & 23rd of May 2010 - shall we repeat this next month?