It’s been a long time.
☺☺
Many things changed. World events changed.Minded changed. Soul changed. Attitude changed. People’s changed.
I mean..many changes within ourselves and others around us.
The more you think you understand life is, the more you lost sometimes.Embrace the positive changes, leave the opposite behind us.
There was a morning – sipping a hot coffee looking at amazing view of Singapore. Alhamdulillah. Maybe there is a next time with loves one. InshaAllah ☺
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Sepatutnya nak post ni semalam, tp terlupa.
Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.
Buat semua umat Islam tak kira di mana anda berada, mudah-mudahan kita dapat mempertingkatkan amal dan ibadah kita sepanjang bulan yang istimewa ini.
Salam Ramadhan 1432 Hijrah!
here’s a song, one of my friend’s fav. It’s on my iTunes too.
tekoyong.
tahukah anda apa itu?
tekoyong sejenis siput sungai.
dan boleh di makan.fakta.
bila hendak masak tekoyong, bersih kan dulu.
dan ketok bahagian hujung tekoyong supaya ada bukaan lubang.
pastikan cukup rasa bawang, halia, serbuk lada dsbgnya supaya enak rsa nya.
bila hendak memakan tekoyong, kenalah gunakan teknik yang betul.
teknik sedut.
jadi nama tekoyong yang lain adalah siput sedut.
sedut bukaan kecil hujung tekoyong dahulu.
kemudian sedutlah dengan mudah isinya melalui bukaan satu lagi.
tekoyong kaya zat besi.
dan makan tekoyong wajib ada bunyi sedut.fakta.
selamat menjamu selera.
puas mengarut dalam post ini.
-tamat-
It was early in the morning.
And I was sipping a cup of hot coffee.Enjoyed the peaceful morning.
Sat on the long wooden bench in front of the long house.
There was it. The big rambutan tree.
And there was it a little boy was piggybacked by his grandfather.
They were plucking juicy red rambutans.
The little boy was laughing and smiling most of the time. Enjoyed the moment.
And the grandmother was also smiling gleefully, watching the little boy and his grandfather.
I smiled suddenly. That boy was me.
The memory of my childhood so vividly appeared to my mind.
And I smiled again reminiscing that piece of my treasured memory.
Though he’s not around anymore, his kindness always being there, somewhere in my heart.
-End-
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