Hurricane Sandy

two of my ustazbro's subordinates stuck at NYC.

A TTDI mother is frantic over her youngest son's being in TO.

And I just act like nothing to worry about in O-town.

the gusty wind will pick soon but with 5cm rain. c'monlah KL sees worse than that during one of its regular banjirkilat

The Canadians have this tendency to over react. especially regarding the weather.
Once I was in a french class and we have a class trip to the nearest library. and suddenly the sky turned blackish gray and rain started to pour cats and dogs.

I can see the teacher's face was dead worry. Over us. (I kid u not!)

Looking at the downpour, it was a familiar sight. Turned to my filipino classmate, I said,"if it's raining like this back home, we still playing soccer in the field, you know".

He laughed and nonchalantly we both walking through the rain. reminiscing our childhood sweet memories. aaaaa blisssss

done with it

I promised myself not to write a hurtful or emotional post.

it just that I get a bit annoyed with ignorant comments of my anxiety or panic attack problem.

I guess people are not well informed that it is a mental disease. It could be hereditary or a result from a very traumatic experiences or it just can be due to hypothyroidism. And in my case, it is all the above.

but to justify my mental problem with having it all in this dunya without closer proximity to Allah is totally absurd.

And the absurd is having it all.

err hmmm errr uugh.. oh well! I dont have all I want, but I have all I need and indeed Allah gives me with only what I really need and if people think that right now I have it all.....

oh People, you guys are dead wrong.

seriously, the past 2 hours of words war in FB gave me chest pain and tight jaw.

Eid Adha and Mak's birthday

I love you mak. May Allah AWT reward you the best of health and longer life. Ameen ya Rabb

After Eid prayer, Ustazbro, M , 2 of my nephews and I went to ayah's grave. Due to the limited space in our small mosque's cemetery, a recycle of space is well practiced to accommodate the new passing.

Although I went back couple of times, I only visited ayah's grave once in 2002. Right after that, it was a mere salam everytime we passed the cemetery. To visit ayah's grave with M for the first time was very emotional.
Upon entering the graveyard, M told me although my father passed away, he still can listen to us and M has to introduce himself. M recited some dua and asked me to repeat after him.

My father never had a chance to meet M. If he was still alive, I can safely ensure that M and I will not commune. He was a patriotic (too much), the thought of his (most loved) youngest daughter marrying a foreigner will be repulsive.

But he didnt have the chance to meet how great M is. How good he is to me. to my friends and family. I believe ayah will fond of him like the rest.

I cried river. Because I missed him and because finally I've got to bring M with me to visit his grave. Deep down in my heart I know ayah will approve agreeably, I have made the right choice.

O Allah! Forgive him, have Mercy on him, pardon him, heal him, be generous to him, cause his entrance to be wide and comfortable, wash him with the most pure and clean water, and purify him from sins as a white garment is washed clean of dirt. Give him in exchange a home better than his home (on earth) and a family better than his family, and a wife better than his wife, and protect him from the trial of the grave and the torture of Hell Fire. Ameen

Autumn Foliage

"Come," said the Wind to the Leaves one day.
"Come over the meadow and we will play.
Put on your dresses of red and gold.
For summer is gone and the days grow cold."

Bliss

I am a happy camper these days. Alhamdullilah.

Of course sometimes my head went cuckoo banana but it's manageable.

Last year we accidentally discovered a lookout not far from where we live. Since M was in the mood to bike, so we inflate some tires and off the road.

The beautiful scenery remind me why I need to stay here in O-town