Kelengkapan perlu ada jika berlaku kematian

28 Wednesday Oct 2015

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Abah dahulu semasa hayatnya pernah bertugas sebagai Tok Siak. Antara tugas Abah ialah menguruskan jenazah di kawasan Kg Pandan Dalam. Atas pengalaman Abah, di rumah telah tersedia sebuah beg berisi kelengkapan minimum dan juga barang-barang yang akan diminta oleh pasukan khairat bila berlaku kematian.

Abah pernah berpesan, permudahkanlah urusan jenazah. Lebih-lebih lagi jika kaum keluarga tidak arif untuk menguruskan sendiri.

Untuk mereka yag menyumbang ke khairat kematian di surau/masjid masing-masing, kelengkapan kapan dan mandi selalunya telah tersedia. Senarai berikut adalah untuk keperluan di rumah dan tanggungjawab waris jika berlaku kematian. Saya kongsikan persediaan Abah dan Mak di sini untuk dimanfaatkan.

A. Beg yang sedia ada kelengkapan berikut:

  1. Alas tilam
  2. Sarung bantal
  3. Kain tutup jenazah – kain batik lepas atau kain putih ihram
  4. Tuala mandi 3-4 helai
  5. Kain putih/Tudung putih untuk tutup muka
  6. Kain putih 4 jari lebar, 1 kaki panjang x 3 helai untuk ikat kepala (rapatkan mulut), pergelangan kaki, lutut
  7. Bantal kecil
  8. Kain batik lepas 2 helai – tutup jenazah ketika mandi

B. Keperluan mandi jenazah (sekiranya mandi di rumah, bergantung jenis rumah):

  1. Tong besar x 1 dan baldi x 3
  2. Paip getah
  3. Gayung
  4. Tuala mandi (Item A4)
  5. Tali/Dawai untuk menggantung tabir (mengelilingi kawasan mandi)
  6. Langsir/Kain panjang sebagai tabir

Kelengkapan beg adalah untuk 1 jenazah sahaja. Barang-barang ini hendaklah dikeluarkan dan dibasuh dari masa ke semasa untuk memastikan ianya masih elok dan bersih.

Apabila berlaku kematian, segera keluarkan beg dan gunakan isinya. Beg ini juga boleh dipinjamkan kepada jiran atau saudara-mara yang tiada kelengkapan. Semoga bantuan ikhlas yang dihulurkan diberi ganjaran Allah swt.

Kelengkapan di atas bukanlah wajib cuma ianya akan memudahkan, bukan sahaja kepada pasukan khairat tetapi juga waris yang mungkin tidak mampu mencari barang-barang yang diminta kerana berada dalam kesedihan. Juga, biarlah memori terakhir arwah di dalam rumah, berada dalam keadaan bersih, suci dan teratur untuk tatapan waris dan mereka yang datang menziarah.

Semoga bermanfaat.

Al Fatehah kepada Abah, Hj Md Zan bin Abu.

The Loss

18 Tuesday Aug 2015

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It has been a week. The silence starting to creep in. The usual routine of feeding, casual talk (politics and such) or just sitting by the bed holding his hand.. watching his every move or simply glancing towards his bed whenever we walked by the room or while we were in the dining .. have slowly dissipated.

I doubt anyone can ever be prepared for the loss. No matter how much effort was put in. Although not everyone is as fortunate as us to be able to anticipate the worse.

Reiterating the events actually ease the pain. So ask, lend me your ears. And I shall hear how the news came to you.. your response and reaction. It is comforting to know that you share my grief.

This is not the time to recommend 100% guaranteed cancer-combatting product to us. Not now. Just don’t. Please don’t.

Rezeki was abundance, Alhamdulillah. For the past few months everything was smooth, caring Abah was a breeze in terms of facilities and provisions. It was amazing! The siblings helped in every way they can. So does relatives and friends. I am eternally grateful.

“From Allah we come, to Him we shall return” is such a powerful, mighty comforting words. Masya Allah. That there is no better way to be but with Him. A promise with a definite purpose.

The dynamics of the whole process is amazing, Subhanallah. The moment the news broke out, the preparation to mandi, kafan, solat jenazah until the burial ends.. Masya Allah, while at home mak receiving all the support she could ever have. Everyone was so ready, so willing to lend a hand a hand. I am humbled.

He would’ve wanted us to be with Mak. And so we shall. Insya Allah.

Remember him in doa, his values, carry his good name. That’s how we should live.

Recital of talkin was not for him, but for us.. the living as a reminder. That our time will soon come. Until we meet again, Abah. In Jannah, Insya Allah.

Al Fatehah to Hj Md Zan b. Abu.

There is no power and no strength except through Allah

15 Monday Jun 2015

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Series of events that happened today are awesomely spine-chilling that I feel they are worthy of an entry as a future reminder for me.

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Received an invitation in the morning for a 2-hour job. Said yes, of course and proceeded to make arrangements for Naim and Naurah.

Gloomy sky, cold weather. It was easy to put Naurah to sleep. Placed her on the sofa with Disney Junior on the background.

Started to tango in the kitchen aka masak. Cooked rice and heated oil to fry some fish. Heard a loud thunder. Not a drop of rain yet but decided to bring in the laundry anyway.

Just a few minutes after that I heard a loud bang from inside the house. Checked on Naurah, she was already awake, eyes fixed on tv while clapping her hands. Hi-5 was on. She was ok.

The kitchen! Shards of glass were all over the floor. As if they flew in all directions. Saw some big chunks of glass with piercing jagged edges. They were from our gas hob. I tip-toed to take a closer look. The corners of its glass base shattered to bits and cracks were visible on its surface. The fishes were still in the frying wok.

pecah

I immediately swept the floor and wiped the kitchen counter with damp tissue. I could hear Naurah on her way to the kitchen. At 11 months, she can already walk but at times she prefers to crawl. CRAWL! I was not positively sure that the floor is free from tiny sharp glasses. I mopped the floor with wet cloth while carrying Naurah. The more I mopped, the more tiny glasses resurfaced. It was endless!

Not ours. Pic from google

Not ours. Pic from google

I was shaken up when I called Firhad. Should I stayed in the kitchen longer, some of the glasses could have easily lodged onto my skin.. or eyes when the stove exploded. Naurah was nowhere near the kitchen too. All thanks to Allah. Maybe the thunder was sent to keep me out from the kitchen. Perhaps Hi-5 was just in time to ensure Naurah stayed in the living room.

I feel so small..I have no control over life.. I am nothing but His servant. It is due to Allah that Naurah is safe and protected. And that I escaped injuries. This is the gift that Allah grants me today.

There is no power and no strength except through Allah.

We replaced the hob with the only ONE hob that fits the kitchen counter among 6-7 hobs sold in Aeon. The price.. is just 4 ringgit below than the token received for my 2-hour job.

Allah is the best Planner.

New chapter

07 Saturday Dec 2013

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Earthlings still blog on this world wide web? Wow seems like eons ago. 

So here I am. Facing yet another chapter of our life. The year has been good alhamdulillah.. with hiccups here and there. That is to be expected, yes? 

Najwa is doing very well, developing into a lovely, cheerful teenage girl with a character of her own. She speaks her mind eloquently in writing.with or without our consent. Erk.  

Naim.. my darling Naim. At 11, he still acts like a little boy. Hopefully next year with added responsibility and someone who looks up to him, he’ll be more responsible and mature-ish. 

I love that Kakak is around to help with the chores. Her hand patting my back at the perfect time with concerned look. Her ever willingness to massage my foot and rub my back when Abah is not around. Ibu loves you, Kakak. 

I love that Naim checks on my progress almost every day. His non-stop questions about the pasts, how he eager to listen although the stories been repeated 132 times. I love when he acted like Sid when we watch tv. Ibu loves you, Naim. 

My children have flaws like everyone else. They’re not perfect .. as perfect like anak orang lain.. but they’re perfect for me.

But that’s not the end of it, kan. I have so much love.. so much more to give. Rasa nak burst and explode..wait, that probably dinner just now. 

 

Ibu can’t wait. 

Interview with a homemaker (Part 1)

08 Saturday Jun 2013

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How do you start your day?

  • Groggy. Blurry mind thinking what to feed my family. 

The busiest time of your day?

  • Must be between 5am to 2pm. Cooking, cooking, cleaning, chauffeur, cleaning.

The least busy?

  • Afternoon, while folding clothes in front of the tv.

How do you find being alone at home when everyone’s away?

  • Liberated. Heh.

What is the scariest thing you ever do?

  • Goreng ikan or ayam… scared the s*** out of me. 

The most painful thing ever?

  • Accidentally knocked penyapu at bunion ^%$^%$^% 

Daily encounters that drive you nuts? 

  • Let’s see hmm.. strands of hair on the floor, in bathroom.. everywhere. A defect sweeper, oil stains, cigarette buds, last minute school asignments.

What’s your favourite time of the day?

  • Bedtime.

How do you unwind?

  • Power nap, sleep.

What do you do at the end of the day?

  • Plan what to feed my family the next day. 

The most enjoyable task?

  • *think..think..think.. still thinking* I’ll get back to you on that. 

Define ‘satisfaction’.

  • When the floors are squeaky clean, dishes in cabinets, laundry neatly hang to dry, crispy laundry, stain-free bathrooms, lunch/dinner is served. Breakfast too. And when the family loves my cooking *beams*

Your greatest achievement as a homemaker?

  • I cook.

What do you think is the most overrated perception towards homemakers?

  • homemaker = baker, homemaker = sultanah

In your opinion, what NOT to say to a homemaker?

  • “… since you’re not doing anything…”

Your advise to the other homemakers out there.

  • Stay away from food channels and leftovers. 

By Tamar Jeles, June 2013. 

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Ideally

24 Wednesday Apr 2013

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I like it when…

  • there are no dirty dishes in the sink
  • all plates and cutleries are at their designated home
  • the floors are squeaky clean..and that smell of freshly mopped floor
  • the floors are free from fine particles like dust, strands of hair or paper rockets
  • the laundry has been folded neatly ready to be transported into owner’s wardrobe
  • the family gobble down whatever i cook for them…apa sahaja.
  • the bathrooms are scrubbed
  • laundry inside washing machine is just enough to prevent the washing machine from causing localised earthquake.
  • meals prepared has no leftovers, unless I intend to use the leftovers for later
  • there’s no more school uniforms waiting to be pressed
  • I get to catch a power nap in the car while waiting for the kids at school
  • I retire to bed at night with no outstanding house chores.
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My very own Cornish Chicken Pie. First time evah!

Minus One

18 Monday Mar 2013

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Tini, my helper of 8 years will be going back to her hometown, for good in mid April 2013. I believed Mak is more apprehensive about her leaving. She does a lot of work for Mak.

Everyone around us predicted she will be asking for her job back by end of the year. I’m not sure how I’d feel about having her back. Of course, she is by far the best helper i know. The selfish me do not want her to work with anyone else. In fact she is already being offered by other families with higher pay. She assured me that if she ever comes back, she will only work for me, not anyone else. But in few months things may change, we may not have the luxury to hire her anymore now that I’m not working. I may actually like running the house on my own.

I would love to have her back. If not for me, she can work for Mak. Mak needs her help more than I do and I’m sure she wouldn’t mind working for Mak. She loves Mak.

Pray that we have enough to pay her wherever she works; our home or Mak’s.

We had a chat the other day, Tini and I. She asked if I want her to ask around for weekend helper to do general cleaning. I told her, cleaning is the least of my concern. I can manage cleaning, insya Allah (imagining Firhad taking deep breath), ironing boleh la buat jer.. so does cooking. It’s the preparation to cook that I’m not so excited about. Tini somewhat comforted me. It will get easier, she said. And faster.

Ye lah Tini. Kak Nina percaya.  *tutup mata deeeep breath*

p/s: Kain batik is surprisingly VERY comfortable at home. Love it! I’m turning into makcik-makcik aren’t i? *gulp*

Life as a SAHM

13 Thursday Dec 2012

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It has been a month since the hijrah. Some mornings, ridden with guilt I watch Firhad off to work. Seeing him knackered on the couch on Sundays (because that’s his only off day) makes me wanna advertise myself back again.

Ye ke?

May  Allah accept Firhad’s work as ibadah, may he be in taqwa and may he be rewarded in this world & hereafter.

Now that I’m home, I have so many things to do, chores that are long due, catch up with old friends, housekeeping.. and other plans like attend classes, get (back) in shape, bring out the Nigella in me (ha ha) and activities for the children.

Only, Tini is still around.

So I kinda outsource some stuff to her. Because she insists on doing them .. and because she cooks early and she picks up the laundry before it actually rains. But I managed to cross some items from the list. Yay me! More to come, Insya Allah.

As for now, do excuse me I need to lie down. This steel boned body wrap is making me giddy.

Another appearence

15 Sunday Jul 2012

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It’s Sunday. Usually we rush to Kakak’s choir class that starts at 11am then send Naim to his Arts class at 1230. This weekend however, we attend to Naim alone. Kakak is in Dubai for the ’12th Asia Pacific Conference on Giftedness’. The PSK team received quite a coverage on local media since the Patron is there.

Kakak will return by next Tuesday, Insya Allah. So since I have extra time in my hand, I decided to google the team. 🙂

This was during the preview for parents of Permata Seni. Video credit to the owner, parent of Permata Tari. Thanks for the upload! We absent-mindedly left our camera. The preview was held in Istana Budaya 2 days before they departed to Dubai, no mic .. just their voices.

Katy Perry’s Firework by 24 lovely children of PSK.

Rendition of Pokok and Marabahaya. Pokok was originally by TS Pramlee, given a new beat by Meet Uncle Hussein. Marabahaya is from PopShuvit.

The PSK kids are lucky that they just have to stand for a looong time and sing. For 2 consecutive weeks they rehearsed almost on daily basis. They look tired and yet they deliver 🙂 The Permata Tari kids had a tougher time. Look at the movement! Wow.. the jump, the pusing2, the lintuk liuk. Adeh sakit kaki tak dik?.. such energy, such passion..and they nailed it!

Pardon me for being err.. so kiasu google-ing and youtube-ing the performance in Dubai. Here goes:

-Ibu’s heart swells-

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