Do you know where your child is right now?

I was having a good time getting a foot massage from George Clooney (well, it use to be Brad Pitt but I'm no home breaker) when I was rudely awoken by a loud bang that did not sound like the usual Friday night bangs coming from a couple living in the 24 hours mamak restaurant workers' room across the clinic, where my on-duty room is situated, back to back. I rushed out of my room just in time to catch glimpse of a car speeding away with it's tires screeching , like in the scene from "Starsky and Hutch", only more like "Husky and Starch" really.

Apparently, my nurse's car was hit by a car driven by juveniles. It was two sodding thirty A bloody M for God's sakes!! Why can't they just be normal boys and hang out at the clubs doing some break dancing, or crumping or shuffling or whatever it is normal boys with raging testosterone do on Friday nights!! One of the boys swung by earlier to purchase an asthma inhaler (well at least we now know that "exertion" is one of his asthma trigger factor) , before he was later seen with a long stick about to join a brawl.

According to my nurse, whom upon witnessing a couple more boys armed with parangs and baseball bats ran to hide in the clinic, these boys are the usual kids loitering around the area till wee hours of the morning without any purpose. It seems that most of them were former tuition mates, who had failed their SPM , some twice, fallen into two opposing gangs, and were having some kind of disagreement. ( I'm sure it's over a female, unless proven otherwise..these kind of boys don't usually use their brains, in anticipation of selling them later thinking under utilization of brains may lead to better second hand value, and normally resort to utilizing "the other head" instead, you know, the one that when used will give others an actual headache?). They come from a very wealthy background. A hooligan is a hooligan, wealthy or otherwise. In fact, I can relate more to hooligans coming from poor background, because they have lesser opportunities in life. What excuse can a wealthy hooligan come up with? Boredom?

I am still wondering whether it was the consequence of Hishamuddin's action of waving the Keris (owing him the nickname "Krishamuddin", not as glamorous as Brangelina or TomKat but, well, it's all in the spirit of Malaysia Boleh Belaka) that got even the pemuda non UMNO into this violent mode, or whether they got this idea that it is hype to wave onto people's faces objects of primitive weapons like parangs, from the Indonesian workers, or perhaps Hishamuddin got the idea from the Indonesian workers, I have absolutely no idea currently. Either way, someone should tap their shoulders to inform them that there are less messier ways, like sending a pig infected with H1N1 to do the job for instance.

I post these picture of car damage for your perusal :



Looking at the extent of damage done by these adolescents, I am more angrier with the parents who seemed to be oblivious regarding the whereabouts and the activities of their kids. What are these boys doing every night, loitering without any purpose in life, till morning? Don't these parents comprehend that "An idle mind is a devil's workshop"? ( you can imagine what a couple of idle minds can become then - devil's factory?) .

Are the parents too busy making money on the excuse of giving their family a better life, that they have failed to comply to the basic requirement of parenting, which partly is to monitor their children's activities? What kind of life that can be made better, solely materially and what is the point of having a good materialistic life when your children grow up to become bohsias, gangsters, mat rempits etc, basically "sampah masyarakat", just passing their time off creating social troubles along the way, whilst waiting for their parents to decease in order to inherit some fortune their parents work hard to accumulate on the excuse of giving the kids a better life? If you can imagine what these hoodlums can do, now try to imagine them with money.....(did I just described the birth of our politicians in that last sentence? Oops...can this statement be considered as seditious? If you don't find me writing after this, then you will know the extent of the definition of "seditious" in Malaysia).

Here's a simple rule. Couples who think that parenting is like rearing goats or pets, should not be allowed to breed. If you cannot spend quality time with your children to instill goodness in them and be responsible to the consequences of your own sperm and ovum, you best not breed and just work yourselves to the bones and spend all that money in enjoying yourselves making babies without producing them, in places like Disneyland, not Toyo style, as Toyo worked even when he was on holiday apparently (researching Disney characters IS work okay. It's not easy to study these characters and bring them back to the Malaysian Parliament for the members to mimic).

I'm sure by now even our pets can recognize this picture, only some may view them only in black and white.

To me, this is another example of parent's negligence and the "tidak apa" attitude followed by "nak buat macam mana, dah takdir" remark to pacify their own guilt of being irresponsible. If it is up to me, I'd prosecute parents who are proven beyond any reasonable doubt, to be negligent to a child's well being. It is not safe for even a man in broad daylight now, what makes us think it is okay to allow a child to be out there under a supervision of another child. Whenever I see this poster at the supermarket with the words , "Di manakah Nurin Jazlin?" , I felt like screaming at the top of my lungs, "This question, Godammit, should have been asked BEFORE she went missing!!!"

Take home message : If you are planning to breed a child like the Aedes mosquito, do society a favour and don't breed. The world can do without the dengue thank you. We have more things like the Swine Flu to worry about (err..I'm talking about the actual swine..GE is not yet around the corner folks...)

Oooooo.. Heaven is a place on earth....

My recent reading of "Major Themes of the Quran" had enlightened me, amongst others, regarding the matter of hell and heaven, in a sense of their nature of existence. (Oh, and it's an excellent book to read by the way.) Of course I have given much thought about how to avoid ending up in hell, in the same manner of the medical motto "Primum non nocere" or "First, do no harm" except in this context, it's "First do no sin". Even if I don't, I'm sure there are many Men In Kepiah, who absolutely do not look at all like either Will Smith or Tommy Lee Jones, (it's the black suit honey) who would preach hell in order to instigate fear ergo obedience towards Islamic teachings. If you listen to some of them too long, you may end up wondering, who on earth, apart from the prophets will actually not go to hell? What a waste of heaven land. Alas! That is but another story. But you know, there's more to Islam than not committing sins.

I grew up in what seem to a child as a hostile Islamic environment (not at home though), whereby everyone is motivated not so much to loving God, rather to concentrate on not going to hell. Apparently, our whole existence as a human being evolves around not ending up there. Of course, it is a brilliant idea, not to get into hell I mean, but there are other approach towards becoming a good Muslim apart from being motivated by fear, like, I dunno...love perhaps? (and I don't mean the kind of love that attracts the four Men In Kepiah to the privacy of your home either)

"The great mistake that men had made in the approach to the concept of God is that he has often regarded God as the God, not of love, but of terror"
-Abul Kalam Azad-

In fact,at one point,I remember thinking that going to hell wasn't such a bad an idea after all, since most of the interesting and charismatic people like the Brad Pitt and George Clooney is prophesied to end up there anyway, provided their body guards do not end up there with the same job, then you won't be able to mingle with the stars even when you're in hell. Now that would be an utter waste of time spent in hell.

Well, apparently according to "them", ("them" as in the same bunch who spend more time at every possible quiet corners of the surface of the earth, stalking couples who seek a little quiet time, no matter how innocent it appears to be, leaving no one in the JAKIM or JAIS offices to settle actual problems like hunting down irresponsible divorced husbands to seek for financial responsibility to the consequences of their sperms, for one thing) even if you put millions of dollars into charity, but if you are not a Muslim, you will still end up in hell, because the Muslim God is not "their" God. That is how pack it is hell is going to be, with all these charitable celebrities amongst others. Perhaps in their minds,they are doing God a favor by taking away His job to judge, thinking the extra idle time may give God some rest and time to try out the PS2 games. But again, I have digressed.

"To GOD belongs everything in the heavens and the earth. Whether you declare your innermost thoughts, or keep them hidden, GOD holds you responsible for them. He forgives whomever He wills, and punishes whomever He wills. GOD is Omnipotent." (2:284)

I know now, what I did not know then, that learning to love God yields better results to becoming a good Muslim. Because if you love someone, you will do more out of love, rather than out of fear. Fear only makes you not do anything.
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Back to heaven and hell, interesting enough,I stumbled upon these surahs;

"They shall reply, All praise to God Who has kept His promise with us and has given us the earth as inheritance; we will make our abode in it's Garden wherever we will - what an excellent reward for those who do good!" (39:74)

and;

"The day when the earth shall be transmuted into something else and the heavens as well"
(14:48)

"God will then create the next creation"
(29:20)

"We have appointed for you the death and non may excel Us in that We shall transmute(nubaddilu)you models (amthalakum) and re-create you in (forms) you do not know. You already know the present (form of) your creation, so why do you not take a lesson (from this)"
[56:60-62]

Clearly this indicates that the earth, after destruction will somehow be transformed into heaven. Or perhaps I'm wrong, but, something struck me, and I recall the latest theory of big bang,
According to Paul J Steinhardt and Neil Turok, authors of the book I read not quite recently, titled "Endless Universe"and were also the scientists involved in the WMAP project at it's infancy stage. It said,

"Scientists now believe, that the big bang is not the beginning of space and time, but rather an event that is , in principle , fully describable using physical laws. Nor does the big bang happen only once. Instead, the universe undergoes cycles of evolution. In each cycle, a a big bang creates hot matter and radiation which expand and cool to form the galaxies and stars observed today. Then the expansion of the universe speeds up, causing the matter to become so spread out that space approaches a nearly perfect vacuum. Finally after a trillion years or so, a new big bang occurs and the cycle begins anew. The events that created the large- scale structure of the universe today occurred a full cycle ago, before the last big bang."

There you go. If we refer back to the Quran verses, it makes sense. The earth, just like any other entity in this universe, with the only exception, and that is God, has it's expiry date, just like Gardenia Bread, except it is annoying to have the annoying ones expire longer than they should, considering the negative impact they impose on the benign others, but hey, who are we to say. If energy is transferable from one form to another, or PKR can turn into frogs and join the rest of the UMNO frogs,( and vice versa), or even matter,like carbon (with the exception of graphite) may turn into diamond after undergoing prolonged earthly processes through time, and there is a possibility of diamond, turning into graphite in certain condition that includes deprivation of oxygen, so I guess there is no reason for us to doubt that earth may turn into this beautiful garden for the good people to inherit. So folks, don't keep your diamonds in the bank too long. Bring it out so it can breath, before it completely turn into graphite, and the bank may fire their security forces for the wrong reasons !! Some joker may ask, "Why bother with recycling and saving the world from an impending destruction?". Good question and it deserve a good answer, which is "It would be nice wait in comfort while awaiting for dooms day to happen".

As for hell, well, in the Quran,Hell is described as physical as well as psychological torture, the latter having more impact to these sinners. ( I say "these" because just like you, going to hell is not part of my daily agenda, and I suspect, that even if we try, there may not be enough space for people like me since it will be full of politicians from the beginning of politics). It kind of destroyed this image of hell that I have, after watching the "Matrix". I visualize, that rather than wasting all that fire in an open burning, might as well arrange the hell residence somewhat like those arranged in the film, with wires strap to their brains, simulating the sense of burning. It's when Morpheus said, "If real is what you can feel, smell, taste and see, then 'real' is simply electrical signals interpreted by your brain.", that made me have this idea. I mean, think about it.

I remember when I was a student, I watched this on a currently absolutely obsolete gadget called the VCR/Play Back, a stand up comedy by Rowan Atkinson better known as Mr Bean. Yes, he does stand up comedy too, and minus the expletives yet it still is funny. It is titled simply, "Welcome to Hell". Finally, it reached You Tube. I leave you with this video and hope you will enjoy a little humor in hell hole..for those of you who have watched this many times, what's another time, right? Enjoy....







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Let me see you ge'in jiggy with it........

One of the favourite question my patients like to ask me, is "How on earth do you stay slim?". My favourite answer is the standard, "Sorry, genetics. The only valuable thing my great grandfathers had passed down" (apart from the genes that enhances hair to grow everywhere, which would have proven to be useful, in the Ice Age, and not at the present day - my forefathers were Yemenis and the best choice in life they have ever made was to migrate from Hadhramaut to Tanah Melayu). Having said that, you have to have the discipline and the knowledge of how to make that God gifted genes to good use, and not be the first to tamper with those good genes by leading a sedentary lifestyle. You don't want to be remembered as the first person in your lineage to distort those good healthy genes right?

I love singing and dancing, even though I was told by the people who had seen me perform, to best keep my day job, just in case. Nevertheless, the show must go on, and to avoid distorting others' genes for good eyesight and hearing, I restrained my performances in the bathroom and within the four walls of my house.

Below is a video, of a deleted scene from the film "Step Up 2". The only reason I could think why it is deleted, would probably be because there is not a single half naked women prancing around in this one. Frankly, had my parents not insisted I pass all my exams all the way through, I would have picked show biz as my profession. It's way cooler than sitting on the ass dispensing Panadol. But since I can't perform like these guys in the video, I'll continue to practice out of humanly sight.

Just wanted people to remember, it's never to late to dance. It's one of the best way to exercise. I've had older patients coming in with severe backache, from an overnight of non stop dangdut. Except for the choice of dangdut, I fully understand the euphoria behind the cause of the backache. I sing and dance all the time, even at work (my staff had gotten used to me, having thought I was a looney upon our first acquaintance), when the clients are not looking of course. Like I always say, fidgeting is one of the best ways to loose calories. So when you're tired at work and nobody's looking, loosen up and dance!! Stay healthy and enjoy the fruit of all that hard work, and not spend all that hard earn money on hospital bills instead. Enjoy the video.... .
(A little footnote: Err.....for those above 40, or those who think exercise has all this time been an expletive,kindly consult your physician before attempting any part of this choreograph. It's safer to stick to dangdut )

A belated May 13th

The reason why I did not write anything about May 13th on May the 13th this year, is because I am attempting to generate a new trend on how we regard May 13th; as something that we Malaysians need to put behind us. Well, that, and because I was consumed with trying to complete my read on this interesting book "9/11, Synthetic Terror made in USA" by Webster Griffin Tarpley, something I will mention later on in this article, or verbiage, well depends. I want to start the trend in Malaysia, whereby we forget May 13th as the date of terror per se, yet remember in our hearts, what constructive lessons we learn from it, regardless of what date showed on the calendar.

I know it isn't easy especially for those who's loved ones had suffered directly as a result of May 13th atrocities, but we need to instead of dwell in the past, going down the memory avenue, year after year, rekindle the hatred and the sadness of our forefathers,( even though during the incident in year 1969, for most of us now, our struggle at that particular frame of time may appear to be becoming the victims of the discomfort of not having Pampers invented yet, and had to put up with the uncomfortable good ol' plain napkins, that gave us nappy rash especially when our moms were consumed with trying to get information on the event, hence forgetting to change them nappies.) try to move forward into the future, armed with the constructive lessons we learned from May 13th, and the spirit of forgiving and working towards not allowing history to repeat itself and not in a manner of being threatened by it, whenever some politicians felt it convenient for them to do so. Let's not dwell in the dark blotch of history, instead, lets start creating a good one. Vendetta has to stop somewhere, and it begins with the goodwill spirit of forgiving. Without forgiveness, we can never achieve the unity we, the sincere Malaysians, work hard for, through time.

I know the actual motive behind May the 13th in a manner of the movie "I know What You Did Last Summer" . I remember how shocked and disgusted I felt when learning the truth, contrary to the stories fed to me since I was a child. Then again, as Napoleon Bonaparte would say, "History is a set of lies, agreed upon". By now, you cannot blame me for being adamant about my motto "All politicians are arshlochs unless proven otherwise". It makes me nauseated to learn the truth behind the whole camouflage of racial riot that claimed innocent lives. It is the disregard for human lives, the insistence that a small number of death is necessary in order to achieve a bigger goal in politics, is what makes a politician, a human weapon of mass destruction. The truth, just like a zit, will somehow find it's way to emerge from beneath the concealer.
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Just let me touch a bit on the book I am about to finish reading. Apart from giving me a brain concussion from the quantum pouches of the cruel truth about how untrue that men have evolved from apes, rather men are re-evolving into these species instead, released insidiously, which made me decide to just stick to reading Chick Lits in the future, it made me confirm my suspicion that, well, "All Politicians are Arshlochs unless proven otherwise" in a more international scope. This book presented how the West manage to stay in power, long after they left the countries they occupied. It showed to us, that the people who are running the world, for self interest, is the silent government, the oligarchies who again and again through time, uses "religious fundamentalism" to instigate "terrorism" and later using "terrorism", which they nurture and funded, to destabilize a certain targeted country, for whatever twisted ulterior motives that ticks them. By far, the motivation is of course more money. Read this, and it may help you understand how politics work, even Malaysia is no exception, just because it is impossible to publish such books. You can actually download this book HERE, or get a copy at the MPH bookstore.

It's the same scenario with what had happened in Malaya in 1969. Politicians with bad choices, or should I say bad politicians with bad choices. Evil really. One cannot embark into something new and expect longevity, if it is based on fragile fundamentals. You cannot take away lives, disguising it with some other issue, thinking that you are leaving behind a generation that will not recover the truth and forgive you for the bad deed that you have done, or worst, embark in a journey of vengeance.

We will always have ashloch type of politicians running our country, because politics along with it's synonym of power abuse, money, Mongolian models..oops...I mean women, or more women, or for some - men, whatever, will always attract evil characters. It is up to us to deny them this pleasure, by sticking together as rakyat Malaysia.

My grandparents use to help people disregarding their races and religion, made more obvious during the Japanese occupation. They in turn, use to accept help from their fellow non Malays. How come our forefathers, who hardly obtained education, could grasp this simple concept of muhibbah, and yet, the later generation who hardly experienced or even remember what May 13th is, more educated, are still struggling to overcome the synthetic terror stunt imposed by certain politicians , and not fall for the same trick over and over again? Do we need another foreign occupation to make us realize that we are one? Let's not make it easy for these corrupted politicians by becoming their pawn in this wicked chess game.

All religion, at gist, discourages racism, and needless to say, encourages unity amongst all beings on earth. Name me one religion that tolerates racism and do not promote unity. Perhaps in the matter of racial equality and religious unity, Ayah Pin and The Sky Kingdom (hey, this makes a great name for a rock band) and his religious belief and practices may have practiced unity better than the rest of the religion. For those interested, click HERE to view the family portrait of Ayah Pin. Even Rastafara for that matter, beneath their dreadlock, or deadlock to some that hardly shampoo their hair, a religion of monotheistic, Abrahamic religion, deciphers the breaking of boundaries the power of music possesses in generating unity.

The Quran stated:

"O mankind, we created you from a single (pair) of male and female and made you into nations and tribes that ye may know one another (not that ye may despise each other). Verily, the most honoured of you in the sight of God is he who is the most righteous of you" [49:13].

And the Bible says;

"Then God said, 'Let us make man in our image, after our likeness. And let them have dominion over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the heavens and over the livestock and over all the earth and over every creeping thing that creeps on the earth'. So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them."
Genesis 1:26-27

From an ancient Hindu scripture Bhagavad-Gita, Lord Krishna said:

"One who is without ill will for any creature, is friendly and compassionate, impartial, free from malice, does not hate, has love, in harmony everywhere,…is dear to me."

And of course my favourite, from Siddhartha Gautama Buddha who said:

"He who experiences the unity of life sees his own Self in all beings, and all beings in his own Self, and looks on everything with an impartial eye"

I have not met an atheist or free thinker who would disagree on unity either. In fact, some portrayed virtue of accepting others the way they are, respecting those differences even better than those who proclaimed to be "religious". What use is religion, or the possession of the book of God, if they do not enlighten us and distinct us from the pagans of which the reason religion was said to be introduced to mankind in the first place?

Let us begin with a new chapter today. Let's begin by remembering May the 13th , not as a black mark in our history, rather, as a turning point for us to understand that the enemy is not amongst us the rakyat, rather, the enemy, our enemy, is the people who try to disunite us for the purpose of self gain. People who sell their integrity and their own nation, is the enemy. Let us work hard to pick up where our forefathers had left before the greedy, power obsessed politicians intervened. They have lost sight of the original struggles of our forefathers when they envisioned how Malaysia would become, after the British occupation. Let us rekindle the muhibbah spirit our forefathers had no problems portraying.

Let us remember that a country without unity is a country without a strong base and without a strong base, it can never move forward. We are in this boat together. Should we choose to not row in the same direction, this boat will remain at sea, going round and round in circles until one fine day, the rowers learn to row the boat in synchrony, moving towards the shore. Do something stupid and the boat may sink and we will all drown in an abyss of a lot more than just water.

Let us have one goal and let that goal be unity. Let us leave our children, something they can be proud of, a country we all can call home. Let's stick together like glue. Don't give these corrupted politicians the satisfaction of resuming the British occupation of "dividing and ruling". This is our country. Let's do our part in promoting racial harmony and unity. We can start by browsing through our state of the art hand phone contact numbers. If they contain mostly the numbers of our own kind, then it's time we change that. Michael Jackson may be wrong in the choice of plastic surgeons,( and the prerogative of children as company) but he probably got it right when he sang, "I'm starting with the man in the mirror". (Now, that's one man who had gone overboard with the muhibbah spirit...even the kids cannot get beyond the fact that he is actually African American!!)

Although there are bumps...... and bums yet to be encountered in achieving a true ONE MALAYSIA, we still need to start somewhere. Let us start today, before it is too late. Let's start with remembering May 13th in a different light.
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A story about love.....even for the emotional retards...

I reminisce the simple days of yesteryears. The time when 15cents use to be sufficient for school's "duit belanja" and quite decent meals too. My favourite dish was mee goreng kichap, and I love eating it with chopsticks, which had upset some "Nattekarens", quick to point out that I am a "Kafir" for eating with those chopsticks. Oh well, we were, what, Standard 5 then? (That's one thing about Malaysians - we don't recite age, but refer age as to in what level of school we're in). Even back then I had a smart mouth, and I told them, in Bahasa Melayu, (the only language they understood, having dismissed the English language as the "Bahasa Kaum Penjajah") ,in a somewhat condescending tone, that would have surmounted to a "duuuuuuuuuuh" in the current teenagers' vocabulary, "Do you know that Southern China is populated with more ancient Muslims than the whole of Malaysia, and they all eat with chopsticks? Besides, Nabi said to tuntut ilmu walaupun sampai ke negeri china. Perhaps you guys should practice the sunnah and learn how to eat with chopsticks". Well, needless to say, I was not very well accepted by my own people, even from back then, not that I've ever seek for any acceptance anyway. There is no point of being a part of a community with parochial and pedantic in thinking. They hold back progress.

I remember the first day of school. Don't we all. I remember looking at some kids crying and holding on to any piece of parents' garment they could possibly cling unto and I thought of what would have happened if they actually manage to rip the clothes off their parents exposing, especially mommies with their big.......food !! (well, they cry like they were still breastfeeding). My parents would have given me the standard punishment for being a whiny, yes, the effective threat of a two tight slaps (not that I've ever gotten any throughout my lifetime. Hitherto, I cannot imagine how two tight slaps would feel like, for the threat of getting one was effectively mind boggling, enough for a child to do anything just as to avoid the actual deed of being slapped itself!!).

Yes. My first day at school started off with my father, dropping me off in front of the school, on his way to work, and he was late that day. Oh and I remember not wearing a uniform on my first day of school. I don't quite remember the reason for this but I reckon that my dad have had no time to go shopping for it. I never did ask. They put me in some blue fancy party dress that made me look like awkwardly dressed flag pole. He told me to just walk into the school, and the teacher will get me sorted out.(try this stunt at present space and time and you may never see your child again). That was it. I was left right there on the side walk, in front of the huge gate with the bell ringing, feeling confused of what to do next. No bye bye kiss,(unlike every night after bed time story, we kiss our dad goodnight), no "good luck sayang", no "don't talk to strangers" (but then again, strangers were not dangerous to talk to those days. In fact they were quite helpful, unlike today, when we can't even trust non strangers not to cause us harm). Nope, nothing of the sort that morning.

I remember following my dad's instruction and as I entered the school, late, everyone was singing this song that made everyone "frozen", only their eyes were moving, following me like that of the Monalisa, minus the mysterious smile. Everyone stood still whilst this singing was going on. Everyone, but me. I walked slowly, confused, and all eyes were boring into my skinny body, sending telepathic but confused messages with their eyes, some wondering what the hell I was dressed in, but mostly, tried to tell me to stop moving....OR DIE...... later I found out no one was suppose to move when the National Anthem is sung, even if it is badly sung. Today, I'm good at interpreting people's thoughts through the window of their souls, yes, their eyes, thanks to the early training. The easiest giveaway is when they roll the eyeballs up, and you will know what comes next would be something similar to the current Perak fiasco. Well, that skill and the ability to not give a shit about what people think when I know I'm right. We're Ariens. We are always right. So you people can stare all you like, until your eyeballs drop out of their sockets, that ain't gonna make me sweat baby!!

Oh how I wished that I had my Abah or Ummi to act as armour against those piercing gazes,albeit I never resented them for leaving me out there in the cold (it was cooler back then at 7.30am, oh but it was only because global warming was not heard of and Mahathir had not resumed power yet to make the time earlier by half hour....we need a Lat moment for this). In fact, many deworming tablets, Red-port cards, mom's love in the form of naggings, zit breaking exams, a couple of failed relationships later, I found myself acquiring wisdom through time, way beyond the wisdom growing out of my gum, and all I feel for my parents now is gratitude. Gratitude for teaching me how to become independent from day 1, not whiny and clingy like some of those long overdue breastfed children. I learned first day in school that stares don't kill, no matter how sharp they appear to be. More importantly, I learned how to survive in any situation I'm thrown into. Gratitude for teaching me good values, that life is about balance of wealth; spirituality, health, intelligence/wisdom, money wealth, relationships. ( Although I still produce red-port card in the money wealth and "certain kind of relationship" part - but I'm not dead yet, still working on it..working on it...). Gratitude for giving me all the love, attention and care they could possibly give. And that's just to state a few.

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Which brings me to this word I just learned. A friend lend me a book titled "The opening chapter of the Quran"; it is the translation of Surah Al Fatihah. Quite a thick book for translation of 7 verses (and I thought I'm the only one who can turn a line into a couple of paragraphs!! How vain!!). The only thing about the book that's making me struggle a little bit, is taking care of it. I normally "terrorize" my own book!! I was taught to take care of borrowed stuff (well, actually, I was taught not to borrow things in the first place), and of course, return them back the way they were. ( Oh, there I go again digressing.)

Anyway, the word I have just learned is "Rububiyat", a word which holds very rich meaning and to my amazement, bears no synonym in the English language,so much so this word was retained as is, in the English translation of the Quran. ( One thing amongst others that I like about the English Language is that it has no gender discrimination. Don't tell me a he and a she words need to be separated, just like PAS planning to separate them in queues. Just feel like telling them, sperms don't fly) The term means "to develope a thing from stage to stage in accordance with its inherent aptitudes, needs and its different aspects for of existence, and also in a manner affording the requisite freedom to it to attain its full stature". My heart swelled at the thought of God's method of loving His subjects.

It doesn't take an emotional twit to figure out the magnitude of love, a human being is capable of. I can't say I'm speechless, because getting me to shut up takes extraordinary skill, but the word awed comes to mind.

Instantly,when looking for humanly examples, never nearly quite the same as the love of God, the love of our parents especially mothers' love, will come to mind when we think about this terminology. (Although, some fathers think fatherhood is synonym for sperm donor and continue to "dunno" throughout habouring the fruit of his labour) . That is why, we have no excuse whatsoever to be rude to our parents. They may have some short comings, no human being is spared from imperfection, but they still strive to become the best they can be when it comes to parenting. I am never intentionally rude to my parents, unless under my breath, or in thought. As teenager, there were times when I felt like strangling them to cartoon death (meaning they relive after you pull a Tom and Jerry stunt on them), but as I grew older, I realize, just like Tom and Jerry, the bond between a child and the parents is a bond unbreakable.

"You've got to be sometimes 'cruel' to be kind" seem so true in parenting.
P. Ramlee saw that when he produced his film "Anakku Sazali".


Not everyone is lucky to have a set of parents, or even if they do, the non dysfunctional ones (although all parents are dysfunctional in the eyes of a kid within the rebel without cause ages). What I'm trying to say is that, it is impossible to become the perfect parents, but I'm sure all parents meant well. To human is to err. There is no specific manual on parenting. Sometimes books are written by "experts" who they themselves struggle to fit conjugation into their blackberries, let alone have kids of their own to experience first hand parenting. Only utmost feeling of love be the guidance.

As for single parents, it is tough enough to become parents in two separate human forms we call mother and father, even more so for one form to execute the entire function of two. I think they should come up with a special day for Single Parents. Until then, I think single parents should celebrate both Father's, and Mother's Day, simply because they deserve to.

So,

"HAPPY MOTHERS' DAY TO ALL MOTHERS AND FATHERS WHO ARE MOTHERS TOO!!!"

And children, give your parents a break. They're only trying do the best they can.....
(Oh, don't worry, it's a technical screw up I haven't got time to fix; the rabbit hole ENDS HERE) ...Click here to find out how deep the rabbit hole goes.....