.: a Father's love :.

Aa'ishah (the Prophet's wife) r.a. reported: "Whenever Fatimah (the Prophet's daughter) came into the room, the Prophet s.a.w would stand up, welcome her, kiss her and offer her his seat, and whenever he came into the room, she would stand up, take his hand , welcome him, kiss him and offer him her seat. When she came to see him during his final illness, he welcomed her & kissed her." - Fath al- Baari, 8/135, Kitaab Al Maghazi, baab maraduhu wa wafatuhu; Abu Dawood, 4/480, Kitaab al-Adab, baab ma jaa' fil-qiyaam -

I just read the above in a book lah. Cant help but to exclaim, " so sweeeeet!!! touching nye..... " (note: the exclamation was silent as i was in the train and didnt really want people to think that i am a nutcase)

ok, so i am blessed. still get the occasional pats and kisses from my dad. and the occasional dances, which will land my mum and sis into a laughing frenzy. alhamdulillah.

:: need to count blessings, again::

.: here :.

I am here!

i hear korang punya batuk-batuk lah. ampun maaf for not updating my blog & causing great "distress" - i didnt think people actually read my blog la

ive actually started typing out my thoughts that are bugging me incessantly into a word document, which is stuck in my thumbdrive, which is stuck in the usb port in my office computer. my boss decided that we have a life and shoo-ed us off at 8pm last night, so i had to pack up in a hurry.

just to start off the blogging streak, again:

an email reply to a friend who was wondering whether i was still alive (i sometimes go to twilight zone)

indeed i am here

in seeming eternity

a borrowed moment.


itu aje yang saya nak bilang makcik dan pakcik.