Wordless Wednesday..

Tea Party!

Mr Daddy 's long-lost-friend-36 years ago is eagerly want to meet him.  So, here I am organising a Tea Party for the long-lost-friend-36 years hahaha.  Kinda like it..preparing for the Tea Party.  hhhmmmmm...thinking when is next...

Tearing up my heart!!!

So Wordless............................................

It's nearly a month..

Time is clocking so fast, it's nearly a month I didn't see her, listen to her voice everytime she answer the call, listening to her preeches, smelling the nice ever gulai whenever the Eimans go back kampung.  I remember Eiman Danial is crying out loud last week asking for Tokna's gulai...he's hugging me and cried out loud..I miss Tokna's gulai...my tears is pouring like a rain.. I'm praying so that the memory of Tokna's gulai will be in his mind forever.  Every day  the kids will say they miss Tokna, Tokna always sit here, wathcing the small tv at the kitchen, Tokna like this, Tokna like that..

Everything is about you, Mak.  We miss you all the time.. We can't stop talking about you just like those days..  Al-Fatihah.

It's your day Mak..

This year I dedicated the 28th August to my one and only Mak.  This is the day I see the world, the first smell that I smell is her smell (naturally baby recognize the mother from the smell).  I don't deserve to celebrate this day as she's the one who struggled to bring me out at this date with the help from Allah of course.  Mak..every second, every minute I miss you.  All of the time, your voice, your face, your smile is in my eyes.  Mak, how do I live without you???  Praying so hard that Allah will help to go through all these circumstances..insyaallah..Aminnn

Al-Fatihah.

Finally..on the 21st day of fasting, Mak is leaving us forever.  No words can describe the feeling.  I miss Mak so much, the more I miss her, the more I feel her presence beside me.  I want to hug and hold her hand on hari raya as we always do every year but now it's no more.  Only memories is left.  I'm glad she's smiling with a bright face through her last journey.  I know she's happy.  May Allah place Mak in a beautiful place at Jannah.  Mak..one day we'll meet again and I know you will always be there waiting for us to come..insyallah.. Mak..no worries, our prayers will always be with you every second, every minute, every hour and in every breath.  Al-Fatihah.

Home Alone..

For the first time ever in his life, Eiman Danial is home alone this afternoon.  He refused to follow daddy to pick me up at the office.  Praying he'll be alright, safe and sound.  Maybe he's thinking that watching tv is much more fun than following daddy and fall asleep during the whole journey to Putrajaya.  Even I have to pinch myself all the time while driving home every evening.  One can easily fall asleep as the expressway is like a never ending journey....yawn and yawn and yawn...aarrgghhhh...zzzzzzzz....