The family started out at 10.30 am on Monday, the 27th of August 2007 to KL. Upon reaching UPM, I dropped off Nurul at her former hostel to be with her friends while the rest of the family and I went on to Setiawangsa to put up at my sister's place. ASamad will be coming on shortly, on his own, from Malacca. AJikram couldn't make it due to work. We reached Setiawangsa at about 3.30 pm.
At about 6 pm, I received news that Pak Andak has passed away in Mersing. Regretfully, I could not be in Mersing to pay my last respects to him. I phoned Awang, my cousin to convey my condolences and to inform him that I could not make it.
On Tuesday 28th of August 2007, we set out for UPM at 8.30 am for Nurul's Convocation. After encountering a minor jam at MRR2. we finally reached UPM at about 9.00 am. The place was already packed with people. I had, at first, planned not to go into the convocation hall because I will be stiff all over but after some considerations, I changed my mind. I went in with the missus and we waited and watched our daughter, Nurul Syuhadah received her scroll for her Bachelor of Accountancy degree. It was a satisfying and momentous ocassion. I am very thankful to Allah swt for making this to happen.
After the 7th session is over. we took pictures (the usual thing). Then we went to the Bukit Expo to relax and to find something to eat. While sitting there minding my own business, I heard someone approached me. Then we met. a stranger to me although not so strange to my daughter. His name is Mohamad Thasdiqi and he was all smiles, trying very hard to make a good impression to me. while fumbling that often. making him the more nervous.
WE struck up a conversation or a rather awkward conversation for him. I can't help but notice how he fumbles for speeches, prepared responses that he may had practised over and over, just for the occasion. I kept wondering how he had to prepare himself for this occasion.
In his anxiety to meet to my expectations, he had, a couple of times, given me the wrong responses to my questions.
After a while, I have had enough, pitying him and to try to avoid him from making a fool of himself, I made a move to go back home. We exchange pleasantries while he walked us to the car. I could see the relief on his face.
When we started off back, we had a hilarious discussion over what has transpired. We sent ASamad, the hero of Kg Morten, back to Malacca and went back to Bandar Tenggara. We reached home at 5.30 pm. Boy, what a day!
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Crossroads?
Today or rather tonight, I am not able to sleep, not because I am not tired but simply I have lots of things on my mind. I am 52 years old come this July and I suddenly realised that I have not accomplished much as I should in life. I am just wandering or rather meandering about listlessly without a really proper ambition or mission in life. I thought I had them but now I simply dont know anymore. I dont really know what I want. I know I was ambitious once and also an idealist who wants to prove myself to the world that I could become a sombody but as time goes by with a few hitches along the way, I lost sight of the horizon.
I could remember something that happened in 1985 when I was a student in UPM that blew away my whole life and my idealism; and left me with very little to pick up the pieces. I had no choice but to begin back building my life once again.
Now 22 years later, I have began to stand up again, I do not know what I really want out of life.
I could remember something that happened in 1985 when I was a student in UPM that blew away my whole life and my idealism; and left me with very little to pick up the pieces. I had no choice but to begin back building my life once again.
Now 22 years later, I have began to stand up again, I do not know what I really want out of life.
Sunday, April 8, 2007
The Essence of Time and Mind
I have tried to open my account yesterday but to no avail because I seemed to forget my username and my password. Forgetfulness seemed to be the order of the day. It just sets in and I was not able to remember a few things that I had intended to do. I dont really know the root cause of the problem but after a good rest and indulging in some soul-searching through prayers, things have started to come back. I guess when your body is in a bad shape, tired and listless, you get your mind a bit haywire, some tinctures of forgetfullness, complacency and you also get your priorities jumbled.
When I am, finally, able to seek the rest I needed, tranquility sets in and I am able to visualize my mental framework of things. I began to seek the cause of the problems that I had.
The past month, that is, in the month of March, was the period of time which has etched in my mind and life, a permanent memory of the death of my beloved father, Othman bin Abdul Hamid, on the 22nd of March, 2007 at 5.10am due to what the doctor diagnosed as brain-stem infarction. My late father was hospitalised ten days before his demise. For the first three days in the hospital, he was able to respond but after that he was in a state of coma. The only visible of physical consciousness that I saw was, his breathing which supported by the oxygen mask placed over his face.
I had been commuting from my place of residence to HKL which is over 300 kilometres away on a regular basis. I could not be there all time, by his side, at the hospital because of work constraints and my children's schooling. I am thankful to my brothers and sisters, as well as my uncles and aunts; my cousins and family friends, who were there, by his bedside.
When the day came, I was at home when my brother called to say that my father had passed on. I was not shocked because I am quite prepared for this news due to his age and condition. What first came to mind was, all the good things that he had done for all us. I quickly went to the bathroom and cried. I need to cry alone. I dont want my family to see me cry. I must present myself to be strong to carry out my duties at my father's final rites as the eldest son. All the preparations for the funeral was done by my brothers, sisters and my brother-in-law.
When I finally arrived in KL, everything was prepared except the wait for burial. After the Zohor prayers, my father's body was finally laid to rest at the Taman Keramat Cemetery. Everything went on smoothly without a hitch. After the tahlils and the administrative procedures of reporting the death at the JPN, I went back home on the third day.
I didnt how tired I was, until I reached home. So must the others.
Since my father's demise up till the time of this writing, I was shocked and traumatised by two other deaths which had personal ties to me. One is the death of a friend and the other a cousin, both younger than I am.
I guessed that it is because of the events that's happening to me consecutively that had placed some weights on my mind and body.
I remembered what my late father had once said to me, "When you are tired of walking, sit down and sit in a proper place and manner and start to walk again in your self".
I had done just that and finally, I am at ease with myself. Thank you "Bak" for everything that you had done for us and May Allah, for eternity, blessed your soul.
A Hamid's East of the West.
When I am, finally, able to seek the rest I needed, tranquility sets in and I am able to visualize my mental framework of things. I began to seek the cause of the problems that I had.
The past month, that is, in the month of March, was the period of time which has etched in my mind and life, a permanent memory of the death of my beloved father, Othman bin Abdul Hamid, on the 22nd of March, 2007 at 5.10am due to what the doctor diagnosed as brain-stem infarction. My late father was hospitalised ten days before his demise. For the first three days in the hospital, he was able to respond but after that he was in a state of coma. The only visible of physical consciousness that I saw was, his breathing which supported by the oxygen mask placed over his face.
I had been commuting from my place of residence to HKL which is over 300 kilometres away on a regular basis. I could not be there all time, by his side, at the hospital because of work constraints and my children's schooling. I am thankful to my brothers and sisters, as well as my uncles and aunts; my cousins and family friends, who were there, by his bedside.
When the day came, I was at home when my brother called to say that my father had passed on. I was not shocked because I am quite prepared for this news due to his age and condition. What first came to mind was, all the good things that he had done for all us. I quickly went to the bathroom and cried. I need to cry alone. I dont want my family to see me cry. I must present myself to be strong to carry out my duties at my father's final rites as the eldest son. All the preparations for the funeral was done by my brothers, sisters and my brother-in-law.
When I finally arrived in KL, everything was prepared except the wait for burial. After the Zohor prayers, my father's body was finally laid to rest at the Taman Keramat Cemetery. Everything went on smoothly without a hitch. After the tahlils and the administrative procedures of reporting the death at the JPN, I went back home on the third day.
I didnt how tired I was, until I reached home. So must the others.
Since my father's demise up till the time of this writing, I was shocked and traumatised by two other deaths which had personal ties to me. One is the death of a friend and the other a cousin, both younger than I am.
I guessed that it is because of the events that's happening to me consecutively that had placed some weights on my mind and body.
I remembered what my late father had once said to me, "When you are tired of walking, sit down and sit in a proper place and manner and start to walk again in your self".
I had done just that and finally, I am at ease with myself. Thank you "Bak" for everything that you had done for us and May Allah, for eternity, blessed your soul.
A Hamid's East of the West.
Friday, April 6, 2007
Intoduction
Hi,
This is the first time I am blogging. All the while, I have been viewing the blogs of others, members of the Bloggers United fraternity and, with much awe, I cannot further contained myself to have my own blog. I have not really decided on what or where to direct my thoughts to, I mean, on any things specific; but I know it will catch on once I have started to pen down things.
Till then,
Regards,
A Hamid's East of the West
This is the first time I am blogging. All the while, I have been viewing the blogs of others, members of the Bloggers United fraternity and, with much awe, I cannot further contained myself to have my own blog. I have not really decided on what or where to direct my thoughts to, I mean, on any things specific; but I know it will catch on once I have started to pen down things.
Till then,
Regards,
A Hamid's East of the West
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