Worthiness does not have prerequisites.
My kids call their great grandmothers Nenek, which should have been Tok Nek - just because Nenek is easier to say.
I had a bit of a struggle explaining to Imtiyaz why Nenek means grandmother but he is calling his mum’s grandmother as Nenek too. He wouldn’t accept if the answer was, “just because we want you to call them that” kinda thing.
Fast forward, he went,
“Oooo… I get it. Great Grandmother means Nenek yang Hebat! That’s why!”
Until now, I’m not quite sure whether he really got it or not.
Sharing.
Words can’t describe what I felt when I went downstairs on a Saturday morning and found the boy folding clothes all alone. He doesn’t do proper folding of course, but he tried. I’ve never asked him to fold before, but he does help sometimes and I have showed him how to do it.
So after a big “Thank You” and “May Allah Bless You” and a huge hug, I told him I would continue from there. I had to hide my tears, of course.
He now washes his own dishes too at home, complete with wiping the wet sink area right after. All done on his own will.
He observed, and he observed well. When asked why he did it, he sincerely said he didn’t want me to be too tired.
Bless him, and I can’t thank You enough, Ya Allah!
“I want inai too, SIti!”
She’s 27 months old and already showing the obvious traits of a girl. Thankfully not picky about clothes yet (or maybe she just agrees with my choice), demands for lipstick all the time (I only put on lip balm for her), wants kesume (perfume) when going out, and loves to put on sunglasses even when it’s not hot.
Talks very well and only have problems pronouncing “L” and “V”. We had fun asking her to pronounce Louis Vuitton the other day. It’s Youi Bitto, yo!
So until you get your pronunciation right, no Youi Bitto for you (and mama), dear.
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One day, while a man and a boy was waiting for the train to head to school, they were approached by a woman probably in her 40s.
(Translated)
Woman : This boy goes to K******* school right? (judging from the boy’s uniform)
Man : Yes.
Woman : I heard the school is expensive, and you are willing to pay so much! I don’t think you are earning a 5-figure income, because if I earned that much, I would not be taking the LRT. I would have driven a Mercedes, at least.
The man kept on smiling. Not angry, but amused. The woman seemed so naive and doesn’t seem like she’s mocking. Narrow-minded. maybe. Life seems to be a straightforward journey for her – you have money, you won’t take the public transport. You have money, you’ll spend on cars. You take the LRT, you’re poor, you don’t have a car, and you have to work extra extra hard just to send you child to a good school. Simple thoughts, isn’t it?
Little did she know that life is about choices.
The man was thankful it was him that the woman talked to. Not some other man who might feel threatened and starts yelling ugly words at her. The man was also thankful that his decision to make use of the public transport has taught him so much.
I’ll just pray for the woman’s safety.
I get frustrated and angry sometimes, when parents who claim their children are everything to them, can’t even ensure their kids are not hungry. What more, to sit and wait with them until they finish their meal.
I get frustrated and angry sometimes, when parents who claim their children are everything to them, can spare a lot of time for their own activities, me-time whatsoever, but can’t find the time to entertain their kids (and activities).
I get frustrated and angry sometimes, when parents who claim their children are everything to them, feels other parents are not as busy as them – thus more time for their children. Unlike them.
I get frustrated and angry sometimes, when parents who claim their children are everything to them, hardly look up from their smartphones when their children are talking or showing things to them.
I get frustrated and angry sometimes, when parents who claim their children are everything to them, only buys toys for their children but does not play together with them.
Not blaming, Not judging. For I too, am guilty sometimes. Dear God, please, please, please let all parents become responsible parents, because we all know, in the current world it is so easy to do things just to be published or instagrammed.
