Saturday, July 31, 2010

omar dlm masjidil haram.

subuh dis morning.
since omar tk bangun lagi, kena take turns g masjid.
habis je subuh, sorang kena blk bilik so that i can go to masjid pulak.
tk dpt jemaah but dpt semayang atas simen depan kaabah.
surreal.
berdoa supaya dpt cium hajar aswad.
dh dekat smp hijir ismail.
but nampaknye doa masih belum dimakbulkan.
insya Allah esok2.



mr botak mencari jubah.



mom,
mr botak dh sebut2 nama mama dh.
tawaf kedai ; "kalau mama ko ada ni..."
mkn buah dlm bilik ; "kalau mama ada ni mesti dia bwk kan pinggan..."
and adik akan karangkan ayat...
hihi.


during zohor, omar followed papa.
during azan, he fell asleep.
papa tried to wake him up ; kena marah dgn arab sebelah.
tk kasi kejut.
sape2 bwk budak tkyh risau akan ganggu orang atau tidak.
they love kids so much!!
unlike in malaysia.
budak bising sikit pun nk marah.
mcmn la nk encourage budak2 tu suka masjid.
berbalik to cerita omar tido; papa's turn to carry him to bilik.
smp tmpt mkn, question asked : berat tk pa?
mr botak tk jwb, senyum panjang je.
bila pusing nk ambik makanan, mak oi, berpeluh blakang nye.

Friday, July 30, 2010

mom surprise!

haji botak!

ini budak tiap2 hari makan aiskrim!



going for asar.
dis time automatic terus gi naik escalator.




coming down from escalator.
look at the sea of ppl.




can never get enough of masjidil haram.





journey to mekah begins

dis was our last prayer at masjid nabawi.
frankly, i was soooo sad.
it juz came naturally.
we said goodbye to muhammad s.a.w., hoping one day we wud b able to come n visit again.
when we were at raudhah, it was surreal.
it was like, uve read about him all your life and his makam was only a few feet away. it made u humble. and totally grateful.

goodbye madinah, im gonna miss u.....


after lunch, siap2 pakai ihram.
they actually have ihram for kids! comel!
dis is something i want to share.
after 5 days, i am so blessed and thankful that omar doesnt even complain and asking us to bring him home and i thank God for the good health that He has given us throughout this journey.



Bir Ali ; tempat untuk berMIQAT if u r from madinah.
its about 15km, im guessing.
from there, the journey to mekah is 400km.
(tolongla jgn bagi den muntah dlm keta...)


led by our mutawif yang boss kureng gemor tu.
seriously, i think we could have a better one.



tengokla mamat sorang ni.
dia ingat ni kl ke?



pit stop at petrol station.
63 sen seliter.
the highways are well-mantained, 3-lane each way, bukan sekejap 3-lane sekejap 2-lane, no toll collection.
Q : what is that they can do that malaysia cannot do?
we've got plenty of natural resources what.
A : eh, dah masing2 siap2 ambik masuk poket masing2.
selagi ada peluang sapu le.
(takyah teka sape jawab la ek?)

Subhannallah!
finally, we arrived at masjidil-haram.
that familiar sight juz gave u this unexplained vibes.
shockingly ramainye orang ya Allah.
we came for isyak prayers; tried going in, tak bole masuk sebab penuh.
we proceeded to second floor pun penuh jugak.
wanted to proceed to third floor but no kids allowed so had to settle for second floor.
itupun tak bole masuk so semayang tepi escalator.
i forced omar to jemaah sekali but halfway, i heard faint voices singing A B C.
omar, omar.

Kaabah.
the most-waited sight.
half an hour we waited juz to let ppl out so that we can move in easily.
and yet, we tok almost 5 minutes to get to kaabah from the entrance.
but it was worth it.
mana ada benda senang dlm dunia ni.
ok here, it gets a little bit dramatic.
omar looked tired, really really tired.
by second tawaf, he begged us to carry him.
i carried him one round, papa carried him 2 rounds.
then we lost each other.
papa with omar, adik n i.
i decided to complete 7, then waited at multazam for papa. 10 mins, still no sight of him.
started to get worried.
finally he aprroached us from behind, he had to ask the police to look after omar for a while until he finds us. yes, that was a gamble. but he cant be carrying omar while searching.
so we waited with omar, while papa finished his rounds.

tapi mmg kesian kt omar.
ramai orang, panas.
if this is what is meant for us, then we will persevere.

after papa finished tawaf, we decided, papa do saie first, then only adik n i will do the saie.
oh, kat mekah takde orang check bag.
bole cakap telefon and ambik gambar depan polis.
but being malaysians, conscious tu still ada.
out of respect actually.
punyela sedap omar tido, den pun tumpang sekaki. tak bole tahan dah mata. 45 mins later, papa completed saie.


berlari2 anak for men between the green lights.


we took 1 hour to compete 7 rounds of saie.
one way is about 500 metres.
(takyah gi gym)
orang2 arab ni mmg pakar dlm menolak orang ek.
to finish it off, gunting rambut 3 helai.
and sempurna lah sudah ibadah umrah.
alhamdulillah.


then i said, "kang nk mendukung omar ke bilik satu hal."


this was at 1a.m. local time.
masih tak surut2.




syukur alhamdulillah, smp tmpt kena jumpa, tengok2 omar dh bangun.
yeay! tkyh dukung!



and dis boy had the check to ask me, 'apsal omar bangun tengok mami takde?'
rasa gembira bila dah habis.
tak terkata.
on the way balik, kitorang reward dia aiskrim.
aunty dia tanye 'eh apsal mkn aiskrim mlm2?'
dia jawab, "atuk ckp ni ubat batuk ni..."
sambil lari ke lif dgn aiskrim di tangan...


Thursday, July 29, 2010

last day in madinah

while waiting for breakfast, decided to venture out again.
(tawaf kedai la maknanye...)

papa showed where he first stayed in 1994.
and where he bought a jacket; as soon as he arrived in msia, he realised d buttons were missing and leather is a different meaning altogether.


mujahideen-material?
before we proceed to this shop, we went opposite.
surprisingly, kedai depan tk bole lebih kurang langsung.
my dad asked, 'tak bole kurang ka?'
d seller answered, 'balik tidur, balik tidur...'
memang nk kena lesing...hahaha.



omar is a favourite everywhere.
it creeps me out.
seriously.
they would hug him,( the scary part is hugging him from behind), carry him, take his picture with their mobile phones, shake his hand, even kissing him.
and when they ask 'malayzi?', they called us 'anwar ibrahim?'
oh god.
hugging? behind?
scary ok.



he's having breakfast.
but u can still browse around.


utk membersihkan hati

tomorrow we're going to mekah. to perform the umrah.
meaning, we have to leave madinah.
i have always loved the masjid nabawi.
it is such a beautiful mosque; inside out.
omar doesnt run around anymore.
frankly, no kids are running around.
mothers with multiple kids in tow; while performing prayers, the kids can sit still and quietly until the mothers are done with prayers.
like dis morning during subuh, a 1 year old boy was sandwiched between his mom and i, and how he didnt even move an inch!
his age reminded me so much of hud.
would hud behaved d same?
omar certainly did.
the last time i came, i was heavily pregnant with omar.
and not once did it occur to me that one fine day i would come again, and dis time with omar totally enjoying it.
i made a promise; i would come again and with hud insya Allah.
then i can look back at dis entry and reminisce all d picts and memories.
tracking my record, im not one who constantly updating dis blog.
only if i have important matters to share with.
but this time, it is for my beloved mom, coz she misses my dad so much!
plus, for those who read; so that i can share my excitement, my views, with hopes one day you can relate to this.
i am no saint. far from being one.
but i try to be a better person every day. so that i can give a positive impact to ppl that matters.
like friends, they are everywhere.
but my close friends; i picked them, i chose them.
choose those not because u have been with them for the longest time.
choose them not because of their rank or their social standing.
but choose them for the positive impacts they have given u.
or it could be the other way around.
choose them for their sincerity, their good hearts.
people changed so dont pretend to be shocked when some changed.
those who remember u once in a while; do not have ill-feelings towards them.
juz remember the good sides of them.
no matter how often u keep saying, 'but i was there when she needed me...!'
with hurt, u bounced higher.
and as long as Allah knows what's in your heart, u need not worry.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

when u've got someone who's more brilliant than u


"omar tk suka air zam-zam."


ini adalah makanan yg paling nikmat skali.
mom ; wish u were here.
(din ; angah ckp kalau awak join, dia siap2kan portion awak.
kalau tk siap2kan, nanti awak balun semua.)
especially ayam tu!!





best betol tkyh basuh pinggan.
for zohor, we were worried phones wud b confiscated again, so while discussing, i said, nk sorok mana lagi, takde tmpt dah.
before my sis could answer, omar said; "mcm ni, letak dalam poket seluar omar."
ye tak ye jugak, diorang tk check budak.
(note : kitorang lurus sebenarnye...)
ceh, alasan.
and we succeeded.

bila mulut masin




subuh dis morning, omar woke up juz nice before subuh prayers.
so i got to bring him to the mosque.
WAHAI KUCINGOREN; kenapakah masin kata2mu?
phone den kena confiscate daa.
since they check all bags, i thought putting ur phone in ur pants' pocket is quite a brilliant idea.
i mean, i survived since monday so dont tell me they wud know my phone's hiding place today.
oh yes, they decided to do the body search this morning.
so kantoi la.
"hajjah, camera or phone?"
pretended to look stupid.
cut long story short, i had to surrender my phone.
after prayers, u can take back ur phone. they were quite professional about it actually.
signing in and out.
so yeah, kucingoren, i blame u!
hehe.

hari ziarah

d best thing when u dont go in a large group, u dont have to ride a bus.

as soon as we arrived at masjid Quba; d first destination.



fuiyoh, cun la orng yg pakai baju pinjam ni. hehe.


pokok kurma outside masjis Quba.



masjid Quba.
one of four mosques that we should visit if we can.


kurma, kurma.....


omar menikmati pemandangan...



we visit briefly dusun kurma.



tengok muka bos masam.
marah dgn mutawif.
orng suruh bawak kedai kurma lain, dia bawak tempat lain.
mana la bos den tak hangin.
(mom, u wud know kan....?)
usik kurma pun dia tknk....!

omar di backdrop pepohon kurma.


erm, wait, makam sape ni...
err, kucingoren would know.
mintak maaf, source of info tgh beradu.



jabal uHUD!
(hud, i miss ur air liur hud!!)
dik, ni bukan jabal rahmah.
sabaq, sabaq...

d boss and his unending passion towards kurma.
tapi hangin sikit jugak la sbb harga sekejap 20, sekejap 25, sekejap 30.



makam para syuhada'.
so finally, our last pit stop was to boss's preferred kurma shop.
but when we came in, we saw 5-6 ppl malaysians which we wud label them as quite sombong.
(and berlagak sikit...?)
mcm biasa, we cant quite tolerate these type so boss ended buying kurma at a different shop.
funny thing was, my sis n i stayed at that shop coz we were packing some chocolates, but when we were done, we noticed boss was missing.
i, of coz knew why he was missing.
so we waited in the car.
5 mins later, he came in, i asked the obvious.
true enough.
so in the car we did some prediction la, u know, stuff like, ntah umno caw. mana la tu, bla bla bla.
then my sis said, "woi, kt madinah ni..."
ok la, okla...