Assalamualaikum..
The most difficult entry to write. A turning point. For me. For us. The family.
To Imani , Harith and Hanif,
By now, you should know that you are extremely lucky to have 3 grandmothers who love you, who adore you and always there whenever you shout for help. Even they are doing better in putting a smile on each of your faces, me as comparison :)
You have Nenek Ibu, Nenek Ros and Tok Cik. I wish you could also had the chance to meet Nenek Umi.
Nenek Umi (or we called her Mak) was the most beautiful person in heart and in life. She cooks well, dress well and always aim for perfection (sounds familiar? hahaha). Dinner was a family gathering, no one could skip the session, even if you are dead sick, you had to literally drag your body to the dinner table once Mak is shouting "ready!!!!". Lesson 1 - always eat together with your family. 1 session a day is a must. On top of prayer jamaah.
Manner is the utmost lesson we learnt. Respect the elder, not only lower your head in front of them, you are prohibited to join in the discussion uninvited. Every time you received a guest, leave everything behind, greet the guest, and sit with them (regardless how annoying the topics would be). Always always always prepare a drink and food for your guest, and let them had it first before your family.Lesson 2 - respect others. Celebrate your guest. Never turn down a request for a visit UNLESS you have other things that really important and cancellation is not an option.
Do not be stingy. Do not keeps what you have for your own use only. Sharing...always share what you have with others. I remember , there was 1 nenek that always came to our house and Mak will gave her beras, gula etc etc and ending it up with each of us forced surrendering our RM1 note as donation. Lesson 3 - sedekah. Always sedekah. In everything that Allah gave us, always a portion that belongs to others.
Education. Mak was not the top scorer in her school. Not even one with multiple degrees and certificates. What she had, she started off from scratch. She earned it. She worked for it. And she had the chance to reap the fruit of her hardwork. I remember Mak Lang was beaten for her bad result in Bahasa (and its not even a final exam. That bad result was 78/100). I remember each of us had to write a good luck card for Pak Long when he had to sit for his SPM (though Mak didn't know i wrote ''Go to h**l. P*G is smarter than you" and pen it off with "I HATE U"). Lesson 4 - gain knowledge whenever you could. What makes you differ from others, is your knowledge that you posses, on top of good traits for sure.
Family and friends. Well..:) Lesson 5 - you don't have to have billions of friends. You should have few SAHABAT. Friends will be with you at your wake. SAHABAT will be with you when you are wake and down. They need not a commitment, you might see them once in a 5 years, but they will be next to you in a split of seconds with 1 call when you are in need.
And today, my dear kids, marked the 23 years since the last day I laid my eyes on Nenek Umi. The day that everything changed. The day that we started to look things on different perspectives.
I wish to Allah Nenek Umi could be here and see how great you kids are, and hope I would someday will be a good mother as what she was to us. And Allah will, if I have to left you, I hope I had given enough for you to survive the life.
Love you Mak. Missing you. Tears rolling down like a niagra falls (this is your 1st grandchildren Weena's fond remark to mock people for crying out hard).
I wish, if you could see us now, please rest well. We are happy. We are fulfilled. We will always back each other as you always reminding us to.
Al fatihah.
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