182 la taghdab

Hidup bukan lama. Belajar lah untuk bersyukur, waznah. Marah2 bukan cara mu untuk bersyukur.

181: of marriage and a newborn

Life's been busy. I was busy. Searching for my own soul. 

Plus. We have a new member in our family. My daughter. Born 20th of March 2014. Just two weeks ago and here I am sitting in front of the lappy updating my old stinking blog.

Somehow, I still feel the urge to draw and put it here. No matter how I tell myself that I am too old for this stuff. Having a hobby is ridiculous when you have a steady job and a happy family, no? Of course not. I dont know what made me push myself to think like that.

AND. May I humbly share here my little story. In 2012, just 4 days after my birthday, our son was born. This year, 4 days after our 3rd wedding anniversary, our daughter came along. Before, I managed to draw a doodle for mr Hubby (ntah dia buang mana suda itu lukisan)... I meant to (hopefully) illustrate how much he means to me...

Syg sgt bersyukur Allah temukan jodoh syg sama abg. You are the root of this family; and a strong one at that. You take care of us and go beyond to make sure we are happy and have a comfortable life.You never stop to amaze me with your big heart and your never ending patience. Naik turun hidup sekarang lebih mudah tertampung dengan ada nya abg sebagai tongkat yang mendukung beratnya jiwa syg dan membantu memimpin hati syg yg mencari cahaya. 

May Allah bless our family.

180: maki mak

honestly, ini tidak berlaku di sekolah ku. maksud ku, yes they use the K-word often, tapi diorang tak berhenti dan tersipu malu seperti pelajar yang aku gambar kan di atas. diorang selamba saja sambung memaki menggunakan nama 'anu' wanita sejagat.

aku fikir banyak kali jugak mau upload atau tidak contengan kali ini. macam isu sensitif. tapi, bila fikir balik, seriously, how many topics should we avoid discussing with our children?? So i hope somehow, some students (or eve GROWN ups) who may read this and understand it because they used to maki mak as they please, please stop... i learn that, we dont want other people to belittle our mother, so why would we want to do it ourselves? because we came out of her vagina? that gave us the right?

179: the bowl

Reminder for self: " be grateful; be humble; be patient".

178: about death

I really don't know why I wanted to write and draw about this. but, it kept bugging me in the head so I just went along with it. I started to draw this a few weeks ago and only managed to "finish" it a few days ago.

When my father was in coma, the eldest sister from his most recent wife took care of him. She was 16 and wasn't schooling. she was with him all the time and I respect that about her. I only visited a few times; partly because of the distance and partly because of the past--of what had happened between us.

The first time I went to visit, I was with my brothers; and the second time I went to visit, I was with my husband and Iyyad. but I went inside alone.

...and I just starred at him. I really have no idea what to say. My friend from this post (the worrior) advised me to keep on talking about good news that was happening... stuffs that can make him happy... make jokes etc.

But all I can do was stare and thought about all the things that could have been, should have been...  I recited some doa. and yassin. and just continued to stare at him.

and stare some more...

The next visits were also the same. And I left with a broken heart. Every time. It was amazing how much a man can break your heart all your life and still can do so unconsciously--literally. Or maybe it was my heart that was too broken that it was reminded of why it was broken during each visit.

So one day...my half sister called my husband to tell the news. and when he called me, I just went numb. I really don't know what to feel. I stood there in the middle of the staff room and just went blank for a few seconds. When I called my mother to tell her, only then a tear was shed.

My mother, with a strict voice, just ordered me to call the other family members and get ready to go there (he was about 8 hours of drive away)

...and dear Allah, how I was fortunate to have such a good husband. With a help of his friend, he managed everything. I wouldn't know what to do if he didn't come along...

The only time I saw my father (for the last time) was when I went to the mortuary. my thoughts were all mixed up. my feelings were all tangled...

and when his body was brought to the burial ground, I just kept still in the car... because I have to take care of Iyyad, and because I was pregnant. and because,...death; death teaches you forgiveness in a very weird way.

177: the real high-heeled worrior

I've been meaning to update..just that my guilt of spending my working time to update my blog just mounted up. Now that it's d holiday (though my work is still long from finished) i think i can squeeze in some me-time.

Just something to share. This is a sketch i made in attempt to give emotional support to a friend whose husband was battling cancer.

Besides hving to care for her terminally ill husband, she also went through a lot...she n her family..d sketch wasnt much i know...n i will never b able to repay what she had taught me n d ppl around her..

She taught us of real perseverance, unconditional love and unselfishness. .

If i could ever reward her, she would b d real life worrior..

Selamat raya!

Syawal tahun ini. Sangat berbeza...

176: boring bored

1. "I am boring" ="saya membosankan"... "I am bored" ="saya bosan"..which one do u mean, actually?

 2. My mom always was angry at me for saying "I am bored"..now I understand why. It is annoying and silly!!

If you are bored, do anything! Allah gives us time therefore we should be grateful by doing useful stuffs to spend our time..

3. Wise men said "only boring people are bored" ...are you a boring person? 

4. Remember "an idle mind is the devil's workshop"..so don't be idle. 

5. Well...happy holidays! And no more "aku burink" !!!

175: stressed

Insert any silly last line in the final strip.

Truth is there's a lot going on in my mind lately. .okay fine. I always have a lot going on in my mind. ..but this time, one thing adds to the bundles of things in there..

My dad is in coma. For a week now already. ..seeing him there, makes u ponder a lot of things, u know...

Like...what if we never get the chance to repent our sins?

....oh Allah...

Ya lathiful ultuf bina.....

174: how not to lose your quality time with family

It's ironic isn't it that we teachers are facing problematic students everyday they drenched us from our energy. We come home feeling hopeless and end up having no time for our children...which is actually the cause for all the madness in the first place.

173: tersembur!

172: men

171: conteng patriotis

Sedikit patriotik. Mungkin sempena vibe pru13 yg berlegar di udara. Kadang2 terfikir juga nasib sabah dan anak2 sabah. Hurm...

170 : Keep Calm and pray

Believe in all Allah's promises. 

169: take that back

Need to remind myself this all the time.