Sunday 17 February 2013

The Power of a Mother~


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My mom was hospitalized a couple of weeks ago, and although she said its ok for me not to go back to my hometown to see her since En. Ali was out of town, I'm glad that I decided against it and went back anyway.

She was suffering from severe stomach ache and after consulting 2 Specialist, she decided to undergo 2 surgeries, one is quite minor while the other will take a while to recover.

The doctors explained the procedures quite thoroughly and Alhamdulillah the surgery went well (over 3 hours!).

But the post surgery brought a challenge as the pain is highly unbearable for my mom...

Staying in the hospital is no helped either as the nurses and doctors will come to check on you at odd hours and worst of all they will wake her up during this sessions.

I understand that they are doing their job, but take pity on the patient who needs sleep to recover. Hey..not everyone (like me) can easily doze back off when you leave the room .

They also poke her here and there to ensure she is well medicated using the drip until she refuse to take any more medication. Her hands were already swollen and bruised after a few days there...Imagine the additional pain she has to go through then the ones inflicted by the surgery. Kasihan mak saya yang comel~

One day, while I was coercing her to sleep while saying...

"Tidurlah comel comel, nanti tak sakit dah..sshhh..sshhh", trying to comfort her just like she use to ease my pain when I was a little girl, she suddenly turned to me and asked.

"Mana mak?" (a question which I first thought to be "Am I your mother or is it the other way around?")

I thought she was scolding me for treating her like a little girl.

Then I slowly replied, pointing a finger at her and said, "Ni".

"Tak...mana mak mak?" ("No..where's MY mother?")

I gulped..

"Mak mak kan dah tak ada" ("She's long gone")

She sighed...

"Kalau mak mak ada, mesti mak takkan sakit macam ni...("If my mother was here, surely I would not be in this much pain")

Tears roll down her eyes, and so did mine. But I tried to conceal with a light joke and hush her back to sleep so that she would not dwell in her sadness too much.

My mother was her mak's baby. Owh for the record - "her mak" here means her grandmother (my great grandmother) who brought her and a few of her siblings up and spoiled her and me rotten.
(My mother's biological mother is pretty much alive - no offence if you're reading this maktok!)

I know exactly how my mom feels...because whenever I'm in pain, I always call for her too.

Even though in actual reality she is not a doctor or a wizard and cannot do anything to cure me physically but when she's there, it felt so much better :)

All she needs to do is to be there! A magic on its own :)

Love you mak, this is Allah's way of showing you that He loves you too by training you to make you stronger! You need to fight to get well soon so that you can take care of your grandchild later just like you grandmother took care of me :p (just kidding)

Get well soon mak - you can do it!

xoxo~

Wednesday 13 February 2013

Wordless Wednesday : How to Work for an Idiot~



This book will teach you how to keep your inner blond in check and  help you cure the poison of anger that takes over you when you're dealing with an actual blond.




Wednesday 6 February 2013

Wordless Wednesday : My dream garden~

I want a simple mini garden of fresh herbs and veggies such as this one day.

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