Initially I had wanted to continue about the Chek Jawa trip, but instead, I will write about what I did with my family over the past few days.
My Abah (father) does not much 'family' besides us - his wife and children and grandchildren. Unlike Mak who has such a large extended family and is very outgoing and sociable, Abah is more reserved. When I was growing up, he was always very busy...and emphasised that whatever he did, was for his family. And now that he is getting on in years, he spends a lot more time 'making up' time, with his grandkids. Yes, he is still the disciplinarian, but the children respect his quiet authority.
When my principal came with me to Pakcik Samad's funeral the other day, she got to observe Akmal and Abah. They recited verses from the Quran together, and when they were done, Abah took time to explain to Akmal a few things about what needs to be done with the jenazah (body). It was then that Mrs Yeow make this remark." Your son seems so mature and sensible. It is nice to see him listening to his grandfather. You need to have them building that strong bond in order for values to be passed down."
Alhamdulillah....Thank you to both my parents for having such a strong hand in raising my kids right.
Anyway, on Christmas Day, Abah wanted us to have lunch together. My brother and his family had gone off on a holiday, and so it was just me and sis, and our brood. We made our way down to Arab Street (but Pariaman was closed) and had a feast at 7 Jalan Pisang. Why did I put down that address? While it is now part of Hjh Maimunah's Restaraunt, the place where we had our meal was the place my mum, myself and sis grew up. It was my late grandma's house.
It was a little sad reminiscing about the place...of course the features had changed, and but we tried to place the old ambin (wooden platform where we had our meals or slept), the airwell near the toilets, or the narrow passageways were we had hours of endless fun.
And amid the stories of yesteryears, we of course tucked in on a feast of nasi padang and all its lauk.(dishes). When I first ordered, Mak was worried that we may not be able to finish...but when you are in the company of people you love...somehow, your appetites grow bigger. It was nice to see Mak and Abah enjoying the meal despite the racket made by their curious grandkids.
You know, every Hari Raya, after I have met my parents and sought their forgiveness and blessings, I say a pray to Allah for giving me the chance to spend another special day with my parents. Life , is unpredictable, and each opportunity I get to be with them, is a gift from heaven. I will cherish each living moment....both theirs and mine....and make as many wonderful memories as possible.
I hope, one day, my children too, will say that prayer for me.
Dear God,
Thank you for giving me the best family possible.
Keep us in Your care and love....
Ameen
Saturday, December 26, 2009
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