Ellie chronicles

In the name of Allah, selawat and salam to beloved Prophet  ﷺ

May is knocking its door again this year..and I am blessed for all...I may not have everything that I want, my plan is not according to what I have laid out, frustration and doubtful engulf me,  negativity come back and forth..passing its baton, albeit, I am thankful to Him. These made (will make) me strong mentally and spiritually. Allah is the most merciful and kind so He wont give me trials and tribulation without lessons to be learned. 

The arrival of May signaling  a month shy of the homecoming...the grandeur, the holly month of Ramadhan. A month of blessing, training, supplication, forgiveness, reflections, rezk and offering. This month is too special, a month which offers double rewards for all good deeds and there is a special night called  "Al-Qadr". Doing the good deeds,  the thought of receiving the rewards, is not the main agenda..am speaking on my behalf. To me what is more important is to get His forgiveness, blessing and those deeds, prayers are accepted. I believe the rewards is certainly there..it is in His realm to judge and to give...and I know if He accepted my supplications and good deeds, only He knows what to give. Certainly I am hoping for Jannah (paradise)...

The other significant thing in this month is the training. Fasting is the complete training regime (i would classify it this way) to nurture my soul, avoid excessive eating, could feel  the hunger suffered by the poor in this world, sharing the fortune endowed by Allah with others especially the needy, watchful of what to say, safeguard the tongue from saying unnecessarily, beware of what you hear, make use of time by reciting Quran and appreciate the time. No other religion in this world offering such a complete training, the combination and mind, soul and physical...NONE! 

For me what is important is not only the training..well every year I have undergone such training, the significant challenge is to be steadfast with the training! To be able to nurture the soul even after the holy month. To be able to carry out its spirit to the other months and make it a habit as part of life. Well that is the hardest part. The Eid at the end of the Ramadhan is a celebration...it is a celebration...don't get me wrong but the celebration is meaningful  if i would be able to absorb its spirit, its philosophy into my life, the life of my family, my friends and the whole community. Yes, it must start with me so I have to ensure that this is the best Ramadhan! 

May Allah grants this prayer and hope to celebrate this holy month with high spirit and good health. 

May this year marked 18 years of the sadness...1997 was a year of sadness..to be exact is 22 May 1997. I lost my sister.... for further detail you can read my previous entry http://elliechronicles7.blogspot.com/2010/09/13-years.html
May Allah accepts all of her good deeds, forgive her and put her in the higher rank! 

It also means that my nephew (her son) turns 18 years this year and I am grateful to be able to watch him grows although he was having a fair share of sickness and  ailment inherited from her mother. Happy birthday Adik! Wishing you the best in whatever you do, always pray for good health..and be a kind soul to people around you, be the best servant in this world and serve Allah in whatever ways that you can. 

May Allah accepts this prayer...

Certainly a lot more we can do! Hijrah is not easy…be istiqamah is the hardest but a thousand miles begin with a single step. 

Okey, back to the title..hehehhe.... This entry is about the best buddies that I have for ermmm countless years....(again I tend to be secretive here right). I have known some of them from my university years, my first alma matter...UIA. Ya no secret here! hehehehee and one of them I have known from my previous workplace. 

It is  a bless, rezk  to be endowed with this 3 beautiful souls in my life. Yes, we share some similarities;  especially craving the same foods, traveling, shopping (being typical woman), movies selection, music and TV shows (currently is the Voice) heheheheh but apart from that we have our fair share of  bickering moment,  we used to be sulky  over a simple thing heheheeh, we used to tease each other on one inability to take selfie or wefie...and we just kept mum on a pretty little thing....the list is endless.... 

Yes, we were not brought up in the same neighborhood, not in a similar background... although all of us hailed from the same state, speak the same dialect and longing for the same food.....our craziness on food including nasi lemak sinaran or formerly known as 'TC' hehehee, the ever-famous nasi ulam cikgu, nasi JJ, nasi air dingin, nasi pagi kedai kekut...hahahahaha ( I am drooling now). In fact, we had  traveled to Medan  just for a weekend to satisfy our saliva for nasi padang...and certainly shopping lah! Danau Toba..Berastagi....samosir island are not even in the list heheheheh...  

Each one of us does have a unique character which not only strengthen the ties, also complementing in many ways. A person that I occasionally mentioned in this blog is Ian.  I have known each others since our univ years. Ian is a caring creature, determinant, stubborn, but don't  mess with her, she could turn into beast! huhuhuh.... Previously, she studied her PhD in UK,  so that's would answer on why I could spend my 2 weeks break in UK with a good budget..... Heheheeheh... 

The other person who is also a lecturer in public university is Puan Sharifah.. She is the darling in this group, one with a sensitive heart, positive mind-set, sometimes she could be too innocent and too generous. A statistician expert so one could expect her to calculate all things, mind you not only money but annual leave (as her husband living in other states)...It is a voluntary  effort to calculate anything for us too...even our expenses..huhuhu... The moment when I met her in that particular workplace, I know there is something good about Puan Sharifah…heheheheh...

There is always a special thing about Kittyna, another strong character in the group. A 'Barbar' woman as she was called by a useless liar man in Marrakesh from our 2011 trip. I would agree with the label (in a positive way) as she is an iron lady.  A problem solver as her job as  PTD speaks of her charisma, a planner one could ever have in the group as she would be more than willing to plan whatever for free…it is her passion to plan for our vacation, job- strategies or even come out with weird strategies in facing  certain obstacles in life. 

That  sum up 3 best buddies  in my life. Babe...what we have is beyond friendship! We are a one big family….their siblings are like brothers and sisters to me so does their parents. I still remember, how my mother's weariness on my well-being cool down upon hearing one of their names from my lips. The name is enough to put trust and gain conviction,  especially whenever I am  travelling abroad and away from home. This friendship is priceless. Alhamdulillah!   

Hun...we have gone a topsy-turvy experience in the previous workplace in which undoubtedly has paved way for a new breed of life, a new opportunity in which we have not thought  before. Along the way, certainly our friendship was tested, many years of long silence as we were struggling to step up the career ladder and to finish our studies. We certainly found new people along the way, but the understanding lies in us which bring us back. We may have a thousand other groups outside this circle of friendship, be it in the form of whats' app group list or not, but nothing could compare what we have. We may not have a luxury to enjoy sumptuous food as you may find in other groups or a time to watch movies every month but we all know what we have is beyond those. We understand each other so much that we could endure the weakness. 

Guys, thank you for the memories. This entry is not beautifully written,  but what matters to me is the thoughts in our prayer. Our sweet time is out-numbered. One day, all good things must come to an end. I pray that Allah would reconcile us again in Jannah. I may not be a perfect buddy, so thank you for accepting me as well as my crankiness… sulkiness. Heheheheheh...

Hope we can have time for our vacation next year...somewhere abroad again and hope Puan Sharifah could make it this time. 2013 in Ho Chi Minh, 2014 in Langkawi, this year in Medan so perhaps next year in Mekah?  or just Bukit Tinggi Malaysia? hehehehheeeheh....

I miss uols! 

teacher's quarters

 Us - lecturers, staff, students as volunteers

We also have the chance to witness the destruction in Laloh and Kg Karangan...could not share the photos now...insha Allah soon. 

As I mentioned in the past entry, the blessing of this bah is the opportunity to contribute whatever you have to your ummah. With the knowledge, position held, wealth, time, good health and perfect body, which have been given by Him, go and help the unfortunate among us. Use your capability which could benefits others. Do it not for the worldly gain, for fame, higher position, KPI or whatever names it is. Do it as Prophet urged us to be the most beneficial person to another. 

 We pray Allah will ease their pain and accept our meagre solemn endevour. 

Towards the end of last year, a devastated thing happened in the East Coast of peninsular Malaysia....meaning that it also involved my state Kelantan. It was a week of terrifying! Looking at the photos taken aftermath...I conclude that a catastrophic tragedy ...massive numbers of property lost, houses ruined and hundreds over drifted away, changes in landscapes and to the extent of geographical topology  and certainly lost of life!  

For us in Kelantan, facing water rising is common...especially towards the end of the year! It is usual sight to see young children swimming with buoy in front of the house. It has become a normal activity for some of the teenagers pedaling the small boat moving around the village. For adult man, the usual spot is no longer available to have a cuppa so their early morning would be filled up with trawling the fish using fishnet. If they are lucky enough, they will get a handful of different fish stuck at the net and very unfortunate to get other uninvited reptiles. huhuhuh..

This time the the monsoon raining season was different. The heavy downpour had not only flooded  the drains, the low areas,  the dams, the small rivers but it beyond what mankind could imagine. The whole high areas were inundated with waters...only waters. The fierce water flows had swept away many houses, ruined a lot of buildings, cars, motorcycles. crops, animals and certainly many souls. Leaving us with only beams, pillars, floor, stair, 3 feet muddy, tears, agony, trauma.....  Those are trial and tribulation from Him...already stated as Qadr. 

My family and I were the chosen one by Allah to receive this gift. I would  call it a gift rather than a punishment. It is a gift to nurture my heart to be stronger, to believe in His plan. It is a bless to find a strength in the midst of seeing the damages properties in my house especially the piles of books,  novels and few important documents covered by thick mud. 

Looking back on the day 25th December 2014, my mother, my nephews and some of the relatives were given a  courage to ride a fast boat leaving  our cribs using a boat. At that time, the water had submerged the kitchen.  My mother left behind her house for the first time in her life,,.with only hope to see it again soon..a cribs  laden with many memories for us.  

Alhamdulillah we still have the chance to create more memories before another call to leave it for eternity. Unlike some of them in Kuala Krai and Gua Musang, we still have a house to clean, a roof to protect us from rain, a creaking  floor to bow only to Him, a bed to sleep and a kitchen to cook. Alhamdulillah...my mother's house was not badly effected. The flood only hit the kitchen area, the lowest in the house. As for my own house, the water was quite high but I keep reminding myself that I still have a crib. What important is to count the blessing. I have a strong conviction that whatever had taken from me Allah knows it and He will substitute it! 

Numerous things that I have learnt from this bah...people call it yellow flood or Bah Kuning! The fierce water could only drifted the structure of the house, the beam...but it will never ruin the pillars to believe in Allah. The pillars of solat and sabar! It is remain in our heart! 

 I have been endowed with boxes of gift from this bah and I shall share my thoughts in the second part of the entry.... 

sources - lionofallah & islamic-quotes.

credits &  Jazakallah to http://shafiqolbu.wordpress.com

So let us cherish this day by sharing our rezki and spending our valuable time with others especially the family members, children, parents, the needy, the orphans..

Credit to IKIM (fb)

Am looking forward for a smooth ride in 1434, I pray for a blessing, rahmat, guidance, enormous knowledge, sabr, success, adequate rezk, istiqamah or be steadfast to do good deeds to ummah and be the best mankind to other Muslims. Ya Allah, Ya Hannan, Ya Rahman..am begging you please accept my prayer..

Concomitantly, I am begging for Allah's forgiveness on all of my misdeeds which I have done in 1433. There were things that I wish I have not done, words which I should not utter, actions which I have stupidly done and the decisions which I should or should not take. Certainly those horrendous actions were the priceless lessons to groom myself as a matured adult and slowly to make me as  an abid or a servant of Allah. I believe that nothing happens in vain and Allah certainly speaks or teaches me on certain values to be inculcated  in order to be close to His way...

On another note, hijrah requires me to sacrifice to gain a path leads to Allah and a path of success, continuous hard work and a tested perseverance and a jihad to leave a wrongdoing, a wrong path...

Talking about jihad and sacrifice, those are inseparable elements in hijrah, let us sacrifice some of our fortune and time to help and pray to our Muslims brothers and sisters all around the world, especially to those brothers and sisters in Palestine....May Allah grant our doa and please Allah helps them....

Waalahualam 

Today she turned 53, she shared the same years with our independence. In fact she was born 9 days after the glorious independence. She was too small as an infant. She often cried out loud at night and prone to illness. She was too petite so she barely walked on her own and very quite. She hardly uttered words. Her growth was halted. She looked like 7 even on the day she turned 12. Her childhood marred by the frequent visit to the hospital. Hospital was the second sanctuary and the like of doctors and nurses were as if her next of kins. She could bare the smell of medicine and faced series of lab tests. At one point the doctor wanted to send her over in Manila which she keenly anticipated though it was never materialised.

She was diagnosed as a heart patient, she contracted with congenital heart disease and had problem with her eyesight. She was very slow in her action and her growth. In fact she was illiterate. Despite that she was a good communicator. She could not read signs, routes or write but she always found her way. She seemed never tired to ask around when she lost. Despite the ailments she was a survivor. Her patience had never grown old. She has no qualm about her disability. She always joyful to watch. She had a warmth smile and having a big grin whenever she laughed.

She was a terrific chef. She could cook any dishes and baked even without peeking at the recipe books. She would entertained requests and orders from her sisters and brother even when she was heavily pregnant. Do not get messy with her, she was great in her memory, she could recall things easily and nobody could beat that in the family. She could find keys, money and any valuable things which we always forgot. Irony is it? She was a very organize person and she would always be the one that arranged and tidied my suitcase before I went back to hostel...hehehe

We used to spend time together. She would glued to the seat listened to the Hindi song aired from the radio while I was engrossed with my schoolwork. She loved the bollywood thingy till at one point I promised myself to buy her the cassette though I frequently critised her obsession. Personally she got a very positive mind, she was too confident that one day I would drive dad's car and she never sound regret if she unable to do so.

" tak per lah kita ada adik-adik yg pandai jadik satu hari nanti mereka yg akan bawak kita jalan2 naik keta tuh" I overheard her tête-à-tête with my mum.


The thought on 22 May 1997 will never cease from our memory. Allah loved her more than us and losing her was really an agony which too hard to endure. She eventually surrender from the painful battle after a long operation. She left us her son but she brought with her our happiness, her emotional turmoil and her ailments.

Today and at the moment whenever I recall that words and the serenity of her face, my eyes are brimming with tears. I don't have much memories with her but that is enough reminiscing of her. How I wish she could see her daughters, sons, son-in law and grandchildren. How I wish to see her warmth smile again when she collect the cassette from me or CD....not cassette but I mean a lot of Bollywood CD with new CD players. Ya Allah, I really miss her hilarious laugh!! How I wish I can buy her a spectacle so that her sight getting better and how I wish I can trim her nail like he did to me before.

Along,

13 years gone but the thought of you remain here in my heart. You are always in my prayer. I always cherish out moment together. I may not be able to drive you with my car (not dad's car) but I send and pick up your son from school everyday.

Along,

Happy 43rd birthday today....and Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri..Maafkan segala salah dan silap Ellie pada Along dan Ellie doakan Along sentiasa tenang di sana d bawah lindungan dan rahmat Allah. I miss you..in fact everybody miss u so much.