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Monday, 31 December 2012

IN THE KITCHEN...2012


IN THE KITCHEN...

The Malays always say... “No matter how high a girl goes to school...she will end up in the kitchen...”

Perhaps I am traditional that I agree to this. I love cooking. When I was 15, I learned cooking “Masak Lemak Cili Api”...and I cook for everybody, at the end of the day I found that Papa didn’t eat the dish I cooked. Perhaps at 15, Papa thought that I had not observed the details in cooking especially in terms of hygienity in cooking (as required in Islam). By time, when I cook, Papa will eat.

My mummy likes my “Masak Lemak Cili Api”, she always askes me to cook when I am home.

The children also love my cooking as I love to cook for them.

 

This is the picture of my first cheese cake. I am very proud of it.


The Cheese Cake

The base is of the ordinary cheese cake

The ingredients for the cheese cake:

500g cream cheese
3/4 can of sweetened creamer
One egg

Whisk the three ingredients and pour onto the biscuit base and bake for 40 minutes.

 

Yesterday, My Sayang Riza taught me to cook his secret recipe fried chicken. It taste so goood that I would not need to frequent the famous fried chicken restaurant nor any other fried chicken stalls any more. I can always prepare my own yummy fried chicken.


 

To end 2012, I baked Chocolate Chip Muffins. I mix it myself for I never need to buy the ready mix muffin anymore in the future unless if I want to eat the Kiwi Muffin. Thank you very much to those cook who had shared the recipe in their blogs or anywhere... as I obtained all of the recipe on the net. I am sure you are to be rewarded for ilmu yang dimanafaatkan...InsyaAllah.

 


Choc chip muffin

Bahan-bahan - make 15-16 muffins

  • 250gm tepung
  • 2 sudu teh baking powder
  • 1/2 sudu teh soda bikarbonat
  • 2 sudu besar serbuk koko
  • 175gm gula
  • 150gm coklat cip
  • 250ml susu segar
  • 90ml minyak
  • 1 biji telur A
  • 1 sudu teh esen vanilla

Cara-cara

1.     gaul semua bahan kering dalam satu mangkuk.

2.     gaul bahan basah dalam mangkuk lain n masukkan campuran bahan kering tadi. gaul rata, masukkan coklat cip, gaul lagi.

3.     letak dalam papercup, tabur coklat cip lagi jika suka. Bakar selama 20min.


Iskandar said the muffin is nice.

Wednesday, 26 December 2012

It is not the time just yet...

Alhamdulillah. Semuga ada rezeki yang lebih baik pada masa yang akan datang. InsyaAllah.

Monday, 24 December 2012

Simfoni Untukmu...Nur Anis Syakila





Nur Anis Syakila . . .

Tahniah atas kejayaan Anis dalam PMR 2012. Mummy&Daddy doakan Anis terus berjaya dalam pelajaran dan ceria dalam kehidupan seharian. Biar masa dan jarak memisahkan kita namun ingatan dan kasih sayang kami pada Anis sentiasa berpanjangan selagi hayat dikandung badan.

Novel  ini Mummy beli kat Big Bad Wolf Book Sale 2012. Sepanjang kat sana memang Mummy teringatkan Anis. Anis memang ikut Mummy, Mummy mula baca novel masa umur 11 tahun, Atuk Wan yang belikan buku kat Mummy masa tu. Masa tu cuti sekolah, tajuk novel pertama yang Mummy baca ialah Madu Dalam Saringan. Mummy lupa siapa penulisnya tapi Mummy ingat ceritanya mengenai kisah hidup seorang perempuan di India, kisah dari zaman kanak-kanak, remaja, dewasa dan tuanya.

Novel Simfoni Untukmu ini Mummy hadiahkan pada Anis sempena Anis lulus PMR 2012.
Mummy akan simpan buku ini dan berikan pada Anis bila kita ada rezeki untuk berjumpa di masa akan datang.

Mummy&Daddy yakin yang Allah akan menemukan kita semua, Abg Fitri, Kak Qistina, Abg Iman, Anis, Adik Sabrina, Adik Is, Adik Irah, Adik Anissa, Adik Khairina dan Adik Farhana dengan Mummy&Daddy, satu hari nanti. InsyaAllah.

Anis yang Mummy sayang, takdirNya telah memisahkan kita namun sedikit tidak Mummy kesali akan kehendakNya ini, walau rindu Mummy pada Anis tak dapat nak Mummy tuliskan dengan perkataan, tak dapat nak Mummy gambarkan dengan lukisan. Hanya Allah yang tahu betapa Mummy rindukan Anis dan Mummy tahu betapa ada ketikanya banyak benda yang Anis tak tahu dan Anis nak tanya pada Mummy. Tak mengapalah, ini jangkaan Mummy sahaja. Mummy doakan.Anis ada tempat bertanya iaitu pada Mama Anis sekarang.

Anis, semuga kita dipertemukan satu hari nanti. Doa Mummy&Daddy, Anis jadilah seorang anak yang solehah dan mendoakan kesemua ibubapanya. Insya Allah.

Sunday, 23 September 2012

The Second Interview

Alhamdulillah. I am called for the HLP interview. In 2009, I went to the same interview but I lost.This time around I hope I will win it. Insya-Allah.

Saturday, 22 September 2012

On My Birthday... :)

I am 42 years old today. I thanked Allah for the wonderful life  He grants me with. The whole day I spent my time setting up the shelter for the needy for our Pertubuhan Amal Kita Kinta Perak, the shelter is in Batu Gajah. The shelter shall be a temporary place for those who may befall misfortune in their line of life. I still remember when I got divorce two years ago, I had no place to go...

                                          The office
                                          The hall
                                          The hall from the other angle
                                          Room 1
                                          The kitchen and dining table
                                          Room 2
      Room 3
 
These pictures are taken few hours earlier... it is 75% ready...too tired to take the pictures before I leave at 11pm just now...Room 4 is occupied since a year ago...

    
I will be uploading the pictures tomorrow. I will make sure to take some photos the very moment I step in... :)

Thursday, 20 September 2012

Suprise Birthday Cake...in advance

Last January, I was appointed to be the tutor for PISMP TESL J7 of IPG Kampus Ipoh. Yesterday, they have suprised me with a birthday cake and a birthday present...all in advance.
Thank You very much for the cake and the shawl.

It was a nice suprise... :)



Monday, 3 September 2012

Syawal 2012

A day before Syawal we were already in Senawang. We were celebrating Aidilfitri in Senawang this year. Daddy went to see the girls and we stayed home to help for the preparation.

Third of Syawal we met the girls at Giant Putra Heights.

Twelve of Syawal the girls, Khairina and Farhana came for a visit.

It was a joy and a pain as well. The joy was to have them around. The pain was to depart with them.

Daddy is the one hurt the most. He misses the girls so much. I know how painful it is...I am missing them as well but I guess I can stand it.

Dear Sayang Riza,

This poem is written for you.

If I could


If I could
Then I would
wipe away your pain
keep hurt in vain

If I could
Then I would
Take your sorrow
away from your tomorrow

If I could
Then I would
replace your misses
with a bundle of kisses


If I could
Then I would
keep awake
throw the heart ache

If I could
Then I would
chase the pain
don't ever come again


If I could
Then I would
swollow your fears
no more tears

If I could
Then I would
bring them back
forever with you

If I could
Then I would
sit in your place
bear all the case

If I could
Then I would
erase the past
no more harsh

If I could
Then I would
glue the pieces
of the broken hearts

If I could
Then I would
bring upon you
everything of ease

If I could
Then I would
be with you
forever true...

Monday, 4 June 2012

...a handful...

My hands are full with angah and iskandar. Today, we have started a new ruling whereby they shall earn their daily allowances. Previously, we gave them a fixed amount without prejudice. Then, they took us for granted. Therefore, we have to change our strategy. We draw up their daily schedules and they are to be paid up by fulfilling their daily chores. It is a win-win situation. Instead of me hiring people to do housework for me, I might as well pay the kids to do for me.

Motherhood is not easy. I have gone through the first time and I failed. The result of my failure is angah and iskandar now. I have neglected them in many aspects when they were younger and the two years of absence from each other has made it worse.

We are starting new. Iskandar said it is his 'Hijrah' to come and stay with me. He knew that by now he would have been able to set his feet in Mekah for Umrah with his father. He said it is better with me here. This afternoon, I spent the time with him at the badminton hall. I played badminton with him. I dont actually spent much time with him before. He always mention that he used to play badminton with achik, his father's sister who was the nanny until he was 12.

During the game, he was saying that I was too serious. He was laughing his heart out. He was not good at all. Ha ha ha. It will be another game tomorrow afternoon. He is serious about the game. He bought the racket and the shuttlecock, he has used up his weekly allowances and the RM 10 received from his grandmother on sunday.

Iskandar needs to brush up on his multiplication table, at the age of 13 he has yet to master them making his division in mathematics is poor. I am working with him to memorize them. Hope he will be able to remember all by the end of this week. Tonight, he did a revision on numbers, he is doing it fine but he must always remember to be careful as he is prone of doing simple mistakes.

 I am spending more time with him, which I should have done it before. However, its better late than never. I hope he will grow into a wonderful person the way we are grooming him into.

Ya Allah, help us in making this boy a muslim. A muslim who seeks your blessings in his life as a muslim.

To my dearest Riza, the boys love you so much, thank you for your love and care. I love you with all my heart.

Tuesday, 22 May 2012

May 22 2012

a.Invigilation is one of the job descriptions of the lectures in IPG. The exam time is from 1 hour and 30 minutes to 2 hours and 30 minutes. There will be examination at the end of every semester, two semesters a year.

b.Sat at the post of deputy of Examination Unit in IPG Kampus Pendidikan Islam few years ago, I have this view of an exam being important and sacred. There are certain behaviors to be up held during examination for both the candidates taking the examination and the lecturers or teachers invigilating the exams.

c.For the Candidates

1. Be early at the examination hall.
2. The moment you step in the examination hall, hold your tongue. Stop Talking.
3. Be quiet and listen to the instructions.
4. Continue the manners until the exam is finished.

d. As candidates these three behaviors should be practiced at all exams. By doing so we are actually respecting the privacy of other candidates and also the lecturers conducting the exam. Life is much better when everybody behaves. . :)

e. The Invigilators

1. Be on time.
2. Work hand in hand with the other invigilators.

f. When the candidates are well-learned and behave wisely during the examination, the task of invigilation can be done successfully without causing stress to the candidates or the invigilators.

All the best in your examination dear students… 

A wife, a mother and a lecturer...

Life is indeed colourful for a woman like me who has to juggle three careers as a wife, a mother and a lecturer. Every day is filled with the ups and downs of the tasks to fulfill the responsibilities that come with the jobs.

My first career as a wife is my top priority. Life is not only here in this world but also in the hereafter. How, where and when muslim wives eligible themselves in the Jannah would depend on the ways they fulfill their responsibilities as wives in accordance to the guidelines given.

  As mother of 10, I am thankful to Allah for bringing them into this world. Thank you also for the opportunity to gave birth to five of them and to raise them up. I cannot thank less also for the fact that I am still separated with several of them by time and place.
At the very moment, our hands are full with Mohd Ariff Sulaiman 17 and Muhammad Ariff Iskandar 13.

My current career outside of the house is as a lecturer in the English Language Unit of Language Department of Institut Pendidikan Guru, Ipoh Campus, Hulu Kinta, Perak. It is my top priority when I am not at home. From now on, I am blogging my days as a wife, a mother and a lecturer. I hope to be able to update my blog as often as I can. Happy Blogging.

Tuesday, 15 May 2012

Happy Teacher's Day

When I was in Standard 1, in SK Peringat, Kota Bharu, Kelantan, my class always received visits from the Standard 6 pupils. They will come to our class during Bahasa Melayu class. They were still unable to read and the literacy rate was very low then. One of them is a close relative of mine, his father was a mechanics. He comes from a poor family , his brothers are all mechanics until now. I have not seen him for many years. Those pupils will come to our class and few of us who were already reading fluently will help them learn to read.

When I was in my 2nd year in UKM, I was already teaching communicative English for adults in one of the private tuition centre in Ampangan, Negeri Sembilan. One of the students was my fathers’ friend, a policeman. He decided to skip the class when I was conducting the class he said he felt shy because I was too young to be teaching him.

In the 001 card in secondary school, I only have three professions that I want to be when I grow up, lecturer, lawyer and doctor. In the beginning of the year, the teacher will ask us to update the column. The three professions remained across form 2 and form 3. When I entered form 4, I dropped lawyer from my list for I don’t find the profession in line with me being a good muslim . I wrote teacher in exchange. When I was in form 5, doctor was dropped from the list because I know my capabilities, I am not good in Mathematics, I didn’t take Additional Mathematics, I am not doing good in all the science subjects. Physics was not meaningful to me. I put banker instead.

When the 1987 SPM result was announced, I immediately enrolled into Form 6 in KGV Seremban, Negeri Sembilan. I filled in the UPU forms and UITM forms. The result for UITM came first , I was accepted for Banking Studies Course. Papa said to me, “We don’t have a lot of money in the bank, when you graduate later, no banks will give you a job. Moreover, I don’t have money to support your studies”. I understood and continued my form six. It was nearly a month or so in form 6, the offer for TESL came about. I was already contented with form 6 and doing fine. It came with a scholarship and I grabbed it.

  I still remember the interview, it was in Bangunan Bank Pertanian in Kuala Lumpur, when there with a friend, Zahanim if I am not mistaken, she got the same offer but she took another offer of doing law in UIAM. I didn’t even ask Papa to take me to the interview.

That was the start of everything, from then on, I was on the journey to become an English teacher. I was the second intake, I don’t care… what matter was I was there. I never look back, Alhamdulillah, things went well smooth sailing. I guess I am meant to be a teacher. From young I was exposed to teaching. Alhamdulillah it is a good profession for me.

Remembering Teachers Day, I will always remember the days in SK Peringat, me in primary school. I was in Standard 5. She was a beautiful Chinese Training teacher from Maktab Perguruan KB, she was doing practicum for 12 weeks. She was teaching English Language, my favourite subject. I was so excited on teachers’ day that I would be able to give her a teachers’ day present. Teachers’ day in school is always a day for party. The teachers will always tell the students to bring food and drinks from hope. We never fail to have parties every year. Mummy will prepare something for me to bring to the party.

Teachers’ Day 2012 .

 This year is my 18th year of teaching. I have enjoyed every bit of it. Tasting and savouring the sweet and sour of the teaching profession. I don’t care much of the appreciation by others about it. Enough with the undying love for the job, so that I am rest assured that I can do this forever. I would like to thank you all my teachers, from preschool to the university, without teachers I would not be here.

Now I am continuing the legacy, sharing the bit of knowledge that I have so that others can benefit as well. To Teacher Hasnah, Tynah’s mum…Thank you teacher, for being my inspiration to be good in the English Language. Teacher Hasnah taught me English Language when I was in Standard 5. I knew that teacher Hasnah has a daughter and later her daughter went to STF. Later, I met her in PPP/ITM Shah Alam, Tynah was also in the same TESL program. What a small world. Thank You teacher, I learn English because I want to be your daughter.

 I am seeking for Allah’s blessing in everything that I do. There is nothing else a person would do in this world but to make merry to this earth. Allah would like it so much when we follow what He had commanded in the Al-Quraan. Al-Quraan & Sunnah are our reference in everything that we do. Let’s not work for appreciation, better pay or recognition, work for “Redha Allah”, Insya-Allah.

Selamat Hari Guru kepada Mohammad Riza bin Ahmad Hambadley yang masih lagi tiada henti mengajar saya. Terima Kasih Sayang.

Sunday, 13 May 2012

Mother's Day 2012

13 May 2012 17 years ago I gave birth to Mohd Ariff Sulaiman in Seremban Hospital. It was an experience I will never forget in my life. Wishes granted as I always wanted a boy to be my first born. Sulaiman was a very helathy baby weighting 3.4 kg. It was a normal delivery, it was a painful one, but the pain went away the moment the baby is out. :)

 Happy Birthday Angah. He was not a difficult baby to take care of, sleeping soundly all the night through. Alhmdulillah, as I was scared that he would stay up and cry at night. Now at the age of 17, he is a complicated person to understand. He has his own thinking which was the result of lack of discipline and lack of proper guidance. He is with me now, he is now under a six month probation. Me and my husband are trying to shape him into a responsible young adult. May we get all the possible help from Allah the Al-Mighty for nothing could be done without His consent.

Ya Allah, all we want to do is to get him to the right path. He has not been in the correct path all these while. Have mercy on us Ya Allah, help us to help him. Ya Allah, I am his mother and I am seeking Your blessings so that I can do my responsibilities as a mother successfully.

Ya Allah, take care of all my children, all the 10 of them. May one day we be united. Ya Allah, You are the All Knowings.

Happy Mother's Day to Puan Hajjah Zuriah binti Hussein. Mummy, I love you with all my heart. I will always remember the our days together. I pray that you are always in the care of Allah. Please forgive me for all my mistakes to you.

To Mak, Puan Hajjah Siti Ramlah binti Arifin. Happy Mother's Day Mak, may you always be happy. Insyaallah. Please forgive me mak, sometimes I dont know how to act properly as a daughter. I love you very much.

To my MOK, Puan Che Yah binti Salleh, I love you very much. Please forgive me for not being able to be by your side more often. I remember the time we spent together when I was young. I have gone to many places with you. You will always take me with you then. I would never be able to forget the fridays you took me to Melor, the weekly religious talk, I enjoyed the walk around the area where I can see lots of things and bought so many things. The experiences with you I treasure all my life. I love you forever.

Monday, 7 May 2012

Alhamdulillah...

Life is wonderful. Alhamdulillah, I thank Allah for all the wonderful things that took place yesterdays and also for the future, InsyaAllah Work has been treating me badly, I have been tied down with work since the mid-term break. Things were like coming in after one another. I felt like crying all the time, but I have a very strong back up, who is always there for me, My Sayang Riza. Thank you Sayang. Now it is coming to the end of the first semester of 2012, things are getting slower before it takes of at the beginning of the second semester. I am planning for an early start. I am not sure how my plan will help me to go through the second semester. I would like it to be a good, smooth sailing semester without a lot of stress. I am already old, I need a stress free life Blame it on other things as long as you can. At the end of the day you cant help to notice that you yourself are responsible for all the things that happened to you So, why bother to complain when your good is not good enough. Keep on trying unless you are old. I am not very sure what is this entry is all about. i just need to get something written for today. I must make writing a habit. Penning off now.

Tuesday, 7 February 2012

Don't Lie

Among the earliest things that I was taught by Riza Ahmad is... Don't Lie. He has written about it in his notes on FB. I am sharing his note here.

Jangan Bohong....


by Riza Ahmad on Wednesday, 25 January 2012 at 10:17

Pesan guru saya al-Hafiz, "Jangan Bohong...! Kerana bila kamu bohong pertama kali, maka kamu perlu berbohong kali kedua untuk menutup bohong yang pertama, berbohong kali ketiga untuk menutup bohong yang kedua, berbohong kali keempat untuk menutup bohong yang ketiga, dan seterusnya. Akhirnya, kamu akan lupa bohong yang pertama...! Ketika itu, orang sudah tahu yang kamu berbohong...!"


Then I wrote this poem... :D

Si penipu

Si penipu itu
adalah
yang kata ya
tetapi
tidak.


Si penipu itu
adalah
yang ikrar janji
tetapi
mungkir.

Si penipu itu
adalah
yang angguk mahu
tetapi
enggan.

Si penipu itu
adalah
yang tutur benar
tetapi
dusta.

Si penipu itu
adalah
yang turut serta
tetapi
sesat.

Si penipu itu
adalah
yang ukir setia
tetapi
curang.

Si penipu itu
adalah
yang telunjuk lurus
kelingking
berkait

Si penipu itu
adalah
yang tanpa jemu
terus menipu
diri sendiri.

4 Februari 2012
26 Jalan Pasar.

I want to be Khadijah(RA)

Maulidur Rasul or The Celebration of The Birthday of The Prophet Muhammad PBUH, was celebrated few days ago. Being the reference of mankind, the Prophet Muhammad is the perfect example.
In the conversation with Hajah Siti Ramlah binti Arifin the other day, Mak mentioned that the women can always refer to the prophets’ wives. Mak named two, Khadijah(RA) and Aishah(RA). Mak said from Khadijah(RA) we can learn about sacrifice and obedience. Aishah(RA) is known of being smart at knowledge, she learnt the fastest and was very bright.
This is an excerpt of a writing entitled RASULULLAH (S) IN THE SIGHT OF OTHERS by [Shamim A Siddiqi, New York] . I found it in the internet.

One day Rasulullah (S) returned to home too much downcast and depressed. His beloved wife Khadijah (RA) asked him (S), “What’s the matter?” He (S) said, “A caravan had come in the vicinity of Makkah and I could not help the people as I had nothing”. Hearing this, she asked him (S) to call for all the tribal chiefs of Quraish at home. Rasulullah (S) went out. Meanwhile, she collected all her cash wealth at a place in the house. When the tribal chiefs gathered, she told them that, “Today I am giving all my wealth to Muhammad (S) to spend the way he (S) likes and you all are the witness”.
* A little while afterwards, Arch Angel Gabriel (AS) came to Rasulullah (S) and informed that Khadijah (RA) is coming to you with a glass of milk, tell her: “Allah has sent His Salaam to her and tell her that He had built a house of pearls for her in the heaven”. What a marvelous tribute was paid to her by Allah in recognition of the services of both the husband and the wife in the way of Allah for His deprived humanity. [May Allah bless both of them] Later on, this aspect of his (S) public life was eloquently confirmed by Khadijah (RA) when the first Wahi came to him (S) in the Cave of Hera and he (S) expressed apprehension that he (S), might be destroyed. Khadijah (RA) recounted his (S) humanitarian services one by one and said: “Allah will never destroy you as you are doing this and this for the oppressed and the deprived selflessly.”

I want to be like Khadijah(RA) so I wrote this poem… :D

Kau juga tidak akan mengerti

Kau juga tidak akan mengerti
mengapa Khadijah jadi sebutan
pengorbanan jadi sanjungan
ketaatan kekal diingatan

Kau juga tidak akan mengerti
mengapa Aisyah si pipi merah
membentak marah
atas kasihnya terhadap Khadijah

Kau juga tidak akan mengerti
mengapa aku bersusah payah
untuk jadi seperti Khadijah
yang tidak luput dari kenangannya

Kau juga tidak akan mengerti
yang dalam mencari Redha Ilahi
jadilah seperti Khadijah
seorang isteri kepada seorang suami. . .


22 Disember 2012
Batu Gajah, Perak

Monday, 6 February 2012

It has been a while...

It has been few months that this blog was left unattended. No new posts since then. I was busy. Day in day out. Its already february 2012.

When I was young, at the age of 11, I remember spending my afternoon on a swing hung on the branch of a red guava tree. The tree was by the roadside of the main road of Kota Bharu to Pasir Puteh. The tree was on my neighbour's land known as Mak Ku Moh. I spent most of my afternoons there, singing to myself, thinking, constructing poems or climb up the branches for the guavas.

I owe it to my uncle Wan Zulkifli Draman for my love to poems. One night, it was a black out, we sat by the candles, me, my siblings and Ayah Lee we call him. He recited a funny poem entitled tompok-tompok which then we arrived at the end of the poem, it was the cow dunk. Since then, poem is my thing. I even took part in a poem recitation competition, my first try though, I won a place. I even forced mummy to sew me a phinafore for no one recites poem in baju kurung (i said). . .it was in Kelantan then, girls were in baju kurung other states still in phinafore.

Too bad I didn’t put my thoughts on papers. . .God knows what I have in my thoughts then.

When we moved to N. Sembilan, I continued my habit of being with myself in the afternoon. I would sit by myself on the pavement next to the block. . .it was a flat. There were no trees as it is a police barrack. There I sat, singing to myself, talking to myself, thinking and daydreaming. That was when I was in Balai Polis Tampin.

Then, we moved to Rasah, Seremban, also the house for policemen, next to the Police Workshop in Rasah. Papa just walked to his workplace everyday, crossing a neighbours' yard. I continued my afternoon, sometimes by the side of the house, sometimes under the big teak at the back of the house. I treasured those days and I am ao glad that I remember it all. I thought I have forgotten my past. Actually, remembering my childhood is out of envy of Riza Ahmad who can tell vividly about his childhood, some of his stories he remembers even when he was two years old.

The point I am making is. . .I am a very private person since young, I have my time to sit and think. I still do it now. The difference is that, now I put it on words so that I can share with others. I guess I should share what is good.

I will be sharing my poems here from time to time. It is about my life, things that have taken place. Also about life as a whole. I hope it can be enjoyed by many and learn from it where ever possible.