If my calculation was right, when my father divorced my mum, she was not even forty yet. Strange things about being the children, you always think your mum is old. That was what I felt at that time. I thought my mum is old. Now, she is still just as old as I always remember her.
Than recently, I started to think of it. She must be around thirty-five at that time. I am now thirty-seven yet felt very young. She must be younger than I am today. Yet, she had to take care all the six of us. Nevertheless, the most amazing thing is she never ever thought of getting married again. I know we will definitely object to it though.
When I was in primary school, my grand aunty whom we called Tok Ku always wants to arrange for my mum to get married. As the result of it, we threatened Tok Ku with penyapu lidi. Tok Ku disappeared for a while, only to return few months later with her new husband. The man whom she wanted to propose to my mum.
After her divorce, my mum moves to a new piece of land in Paya Rambai, near Kota Bharu. Paya Rambai was at that time very remote. My mum built a pondok in the thickness of the secondary jungle. Against my grandpa’s advice, I move to that pondok while all my siblings are staying with my grandpa. I stayed with my mum. I was six at that time. My mum taught me how pray and I prayed real hard for our life to get better. I still remembered when musim tengkujuh came, because of the atap is not waterproof, it was leaking everywhere. Whenever we were having our dinner, our kuah seems to be flooded with the air hujan. I made a promised to my mum, I shall never get married because I want to take care of her till deaths do us apart. I never kept my promise.
When I was down with Malaria, my mum would walk more than ten kilometers to the hospital to take care of me. I promised her, when I grow up, I will be a trishaw peddler so I will take her anywhere she wanted. Again, promises are made to be broken.
After my dad left the service, he gives some money to my mum, which she builds a decent home for us. With that house, all our siblings reunited again under one roof. However, the money is not enough. My mum might not owns a degree in economic but she managed her economics well. She will invest into barang kemas and whenever we were in dire needs of money, she will pay the pajak gadai a visit.
Ustaz Nik Aziz or Ayah Zit as we call him, the now Menteri Besar of Kelantan is my mum’s Pak Sepupu. Those days, she always paid him a visit. I still remembered it vividly. My mum will be on the other side of the white curtain, while I will sit on Ayah Zit’s laps. Only now, I realized the reason for all those visits. My mum actually asks Ayah Zit to perform Sholat Hajat and pray for her to forget my Dad. Ayah Zit’s is known as a person with mulut masin which means God always answer his prayer.
Only now, I realized my mum’s sufferings. She could has opted for another try in marriage which will solved lots of her problem but she adamant to brought us up without wanting us to share her with anybody else.
Despite all her sadness, she still finds some cash to bring me to watch Menanti Hari Esok, Tiada Esok Bagimu, Esok Masih Ada and Esok Untuk Siapa at the cinema.
Despite all her troubles, she still finds plenty of moments to share my sadness and to give me the strength whenever I need it.
Despite her lost love, she still managed to advise me on my very own love of my life.
My mum is a very farsighted person, and I know she knows that one day, we will all grow up and she will be left alone. Today is precisely the day. In fact, for the past ten years, she is living on her own. We wanted her to stay with us, which we knew she, never felt comfortable.
Now, she prefers to love us from a distance rather than having to trouble us with her deteriorating heath.
My mum is a Superwoman.
She has given a child all the loves he needs from their parents. She has sacrifice her needs, her future and above all, her life for our sakes. Well, all mums are made in heaven, and I am glad to know that one day, she will returns to Eden where she deserved it more than anyone I knew.
How can I not love her, but why I felt so embarrass to show how much I really love her?
How can I not care for her, yet why it is so difficult for me to prove I really care for her?
How can I not spend time with her, again, why it is always so hard for me to find the time to spend with her?
She, The Superwoman, deserved the roses more that any other woman on the Valentine’s Day.
My roses will be for my one and only Superwoman.
I love you mama!
this is my first time i left my comment here..and you made me cry..very touching sheih..
Sheih said: Thanks. Please do leave your comments again. Thanks for sharing it.Salaam Sheih,
I think this by far is your best creation.
It actually brings tears into my eyes. I think we will miss our parents when they are gone.. so I always tell everyone to MAKE TIME to spend quality time with our parents.
I make sure I do. It is only my mom now coz my dad passed away in 2003 and it still leaves a big hole in my heart. One you can never fill in again. I imagine if we lose our mom it is a worse feeling and I can’t imagine a worse feeling than losing my dad.
Red roses indeed to our moms.
Sheih Said: Thanks. I lost my dad also in 2003. Before that, it never cross my mind that he won't be there. Thanks for willing to share.My mum actually asks Ayah Zit to perform Sholat Hajat and pray for her to forget my Dad.
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Oo my, that really touched my heart. I need to re-evaluate my own value.
My mom and my dad were both gone and its been quite some time since the last time I recited surah Yassin for them. Thanks sheih. You reminded me of the true meaning of love.
Monty, its ok to cry…
ok lah jeancumlately. My mom & pa used to quarrel…as my pa is very handsome and few queen bees likes to stick around him…as he was a bank manager.
But I have the best Pa anyone can hope for. ..no matter what..he never divorce the fat old mom of mine….for any sweet young thing because he loves his children and my mom.
I am most troublesome…and dad cannot stand ‘tidakada muda’ stories. Anything…he will take out his cane and my mom will run with her sumo body to protect me. Somehow ….my father is afraid of no one.. .except my mother.
When I grew and understand more..I begin to see how tolorant my father is to mom. He used to scold her….next day….came back with a pile of money…to pay my mom’s gambling debts.
This went on and on..until I cannot stand it….asking my dad why do you always scold and pay her debts?
He told me …he was my mom’s private home teacher. She was from a very RICH family. Oldern days…girls do not go to school..study at home with private teacher.
They fell in love. She was disowned and all properties divided amongst her sisters and brothers….none to my mom. Rich children became poor and my father became rich and helped most of them. Father in law died out of frustrations having no good children. Mom-in-law felt so guilty mistreating my father…kept a piece of land and built a temple to stay as vegitarian…unil the day she died. Everytime visit my dad…ask his forgiveness.
My mom died first and I have never seen father cried in my life!! Not one day….for weeks….and later frequently for months!!
After few years…he also died and both are cremeted with bones next to each other in a temple.
Now that’s true love…for better or worst…we shall not part. AMEN
sheih, tak tertahan airmata ini !
kasih ibu
persis air sungai mengalir
melewati pasir, batu dan kerikil
sejuknya tetap mendamaikan!
kasih ayah,
tak basah dek hujan
tak lekang dek panas
I like to comment a bit on so call ‘valentine’s day’
We now have so many added days…mom’s day…dad’s day…plus the coming one.
All created by western cultures to make people spend uneccessary money. One stock of rose usually cost RM1 become ten times dearer.
Show your love to mom/dad and your love ones …not one just one day…..but eveyday…and no neccessary with roses or presents. By talking to them…care for them means much much more than a rose or present.
Then some 35 years ago….HongKong created the “yee sang” dish for chinese new year. It is simply like sweet …sour chinese rojak of cheap fruits plus few pieces of raw fish…again selling the dish at very high profit.
Now it seems the idiotiic chinese cannot complete their c.n.year without eating that dish in a restaurant!!
If they think back …they are infact being idiots to eat that useless no value so call food stuffs…but you know chinese…..like to borak. …so must do lah or no muka..hahahaha
Sheih. Extremely moving. How about one last try to get your mum to be with you and yours. Caring and loving “from a distance” is tough. I have three lovely, lively grandsons in the Bahamas and I miss them terribly. Lucky we web-cam often and I can see them grow and progress. That is not possible with your mum. Mums are used to old ways. When they say they dont want to relocate, it is because they do not want to trouble us or it is their way of saying, “persuade me harder”….mum wants to know that we are very willing to have them and our request is not just superficial. You stayed longest with Mum, bodily move her….so that your kids will have nenek’s all year round. Worth a try. I will remember your Superwoman tomorrow.
Sheih Said: Dear Zorro. Thanks for the advise, I will do that. Going to persuade her everytime I got the chance. Going to give her a call now. Thanks Zorro.zorro…if Sheih can write like that…what you suggested is most correct…but maybe not practical. Maybe his mom is most happy where she is….OR she will never want to be a burden to her daughter-in-law or something. Easier said than done….but Sheih will surely know…don”t you Sheih??
Yes…that message by Commander is most touching. I guess Sheih have created another record…no one knows….that is most commentators in Malaysia cry in
‘kickdefella’ blog….without shame…nowhere else!!
Sheih Said: My dearest Bro Monty, Thanks for sharing your story too, in the monsters way. We surely will miss you when you are away for the CNY, will get in touch with you soon ok.I guess I’m rather lucky in a way, Sheih.
Both my parents are still with me. God bless them.
I don’t really know what else to say here…….
Sheih, I agree wef zorro : ..their way of saying, “persuade me harder”….mum wants to know that we are very willing to have them and our request is not just superficial…
I lost my mom in late 70’s just few days after my dad eye operation. At tat time I’m still struggling to finish my studies. After finishing the semester break (tat was the last holidays wef her), and before going back to study she gave me the four baju melayu which she made every night while I’m staying wef her. I never knew tat was the last batch of baju melayu for me from her. I really miss her love.
Sheih, you can easily touch people heart in kickdefella’ blog, so persuade her harder while you still have the chance doing it. Your children will be happy to have their grandma around. It will make a great 2007 for you and family.
p/s Bro monsterball Happy CNY to you. Let me know if you happen to be in Miri in the near future.
Syurga di bawah telapak kaki ibu
thanks anone frn miri…i will
saya akui memang menitiskan airmata semasa membaca artikel kali ni. sungguh terkesan sekali.
That was lovely…….am gonna give my mom & dad a GREAT BIG HUG tomorrow….
Your story sounds similar to mine.
My father died instead of your situation. My mum was luckier in the sense that I had graduated when father died and was able to assist her looking over my other siblings.
Yes, all of us graduated, married and family, now.
My mum, like yours, is now by herself. She is kept occupied by the regular calls from the children. On weekend, some will visit her.
She is not getting any stronger. One time or rather, after ending her teaching career, she was involved in community works … orphanage, local Perkim, Yaasin groups, …., and even Wanita UMNO Cawangan and Bahagian.
Not anymore.
In a matter of few years, she will have to decide to live in one of our houses. I guess the one with the least in-law problem. Thats not likely to be mine, regretfully.
If you realised it, both our mother proved that “women without a man is like a fish without a bicycle”. There is more women that brought their family as single parent than men.
Shieh, very touching. Doesn’t matter if your mum reads your blog or not, still a very good valentine gift for her.
Dear Sheih
Thank you, thank you, thank you. You share so much of yourself with us. Your Mother is indeed very blessed to have such a filial and loving son. You have made her proud.
I agree with Uncle Monty. It’s not Mother’s Day or Birthdays that you show your love, it is EVERYDAY. Mothers do not want material gifts or money, all they want is to know their children are safe and well. I love you Mom!
Dear Sheih,
Been following your blog often. Didnt know you are a Kelantanese! Kudos to my fellow Kelantanese.
I quote “How can I not love her, but why I felt so embarrass to show how much I really love her?”
My relatioship with my Mama is testy. I thrive for the freedom and she insists to assert the power against my will. I used to think that she hated me.
Even if I love her, I cant never show, not to her, not to anyone.
Last year Sheih, God showed me a miracle. On my birthday, I gave birth to baby Luqman. From then on, I understand Mama, completely.
I love you Mama.
I quote
Sheih Said: Dearest Elviza, my first son got an asthma attack when he was 8 months old, his pead ask us to bring him to hospital, at that moment I remembered my mum and how she attend to me when I was sick. I cried all the way to hospital. At that moment I realise how parents love their children and only by being one can you understand and appreciate itMy mom died 30 years ago and I have never ceased to missed her so much. Infact, it is my mom that I missed more than my dad. I guess dad has shown me he was so independent and capable….alive or dead, he can take care of himself.I do missed him…..but think of my mom more than him always.
My mom was a housewife. Before my father got rich…she used to make kui for my brothers to sell. She will rare chickens and plant vegetables on any small ground she can find near the house to make sure we have food without buying….I was completely lost for years without her. She used to make short pants for me to go to school with shillings gunny sacks cloth she got from the bank..which no one wants….before my dad got successful and rich. He got rich by saving and buy shares…nothing else he knows……banking work and buy shares and got rich.I used to talk to her freely about anything and she used to round up her friend’s daughters for me to befriend them….so emberassing…yet most thoughtful loving mom of a son without a woman to take care of me is no life…so said she.
My mom lived in Melaka….a nyona and I live in KL all my life after schooling. She will bring me her nyona cookings that I missed so much whenever she and dad come visiting me …as dad loves weekends travelling here and there. At that time…no nonya food restaurants.
Yes I was totally lost …and still do at times…even at this old age.
Like Sheih..with a super mom….mine life was same….but he is luckier…can still see his mom. I lost her when I was quite young and never had a chance to give her what she love most when I can afford them.
But I can imagine she is happpy with my dad …united forever and see her youngest son….healthy and well.
Sheih Said: My brother Monty, that was lovely. Thanks for sharing it brother. I called my mum this evening, asked her to come down but you are right. I respected her decision but I will never give up.Alhamdulillah, shukur that you have such a mother. Some are less fortunate. My friend once said to include our mothers on Nurses Day and Teachers Day too. They were in fact our first nurse and teacher. Semoga beliau sentiasa dilimpahi rahmat Allah Taala.
mother’s day…father’s day….valentine’s day…birthdays…new year’s day…some new yougnsters…wedding days….some old ones…..death day….what else. ALL to spend unneccessary money…except last two and new years day…cannot escape to give angpows.
That day….I HAVE ALL SORTS OF YOUGSTERS THAT SOME I HAVE NEVER even MET….I must sit on a chair and he/she come knelling down saying”happy new year grandpa”…out comes an angpow to that youngster.
That day….youngsters are most well mannered and cultured to me. After getting the angpow….ask one to bring me an orange or something….very busy….ask somebody else is the reply..I must expect…so do it myself while they gamble with the many angpows they got.
Frankly….those few days are the most expensive chinese tea I have ever tasted…but I love them and am proud they are maintaining the culture for so long and on going. So I do feel like a Sultan served withn a drink…even from my very old children…knelling and ask me to forgive them for whatever wrongs done to me.. Actually do not mind everyday like that lah…….hahahahaha
what is this ….double printing….yet both from ‘ANON’..which is me…who else.
sheih, this is off topic, look like kpmu has start attacking you in their website, that website belongs to pondan and penkid. they dont allow comments, so they can write anything they like. we r with u bro, by the way kpmu stands for Kumpulan Perompak Machai Umno
Sheih Said: Terima kasih di atas makluman ini. Apa boleh saya kata. Itu hak mereka. Saya hormati hak mereka dan kita berharap mereka juga menghormati hak kita. Terima kasih sekali lagi Pak Sheikh.A Song for Mama
written by Babyface (1997)
performed by Boyz II Men
You taught me everything
And everything you`ve given me
I always keep it inside
You`re the driving force in my life, yeah
There isn`t anything
Or anyone I can be
And it just wouldn`t feel right
If I didn`t have you by my side
You were there for me to love and care for me
When skies were grey
Whenever I was down
You were always there to comfort me
And no one else can be what you have been to me
You`ll always be you always will be the girl
In my life for all times
Mama, mama you know I love you
Oh you know I love you
Mama, mama you`re the queen of my heart
Your love is like
Tears from the stars
Mama, I just want you to know
Loving` you are like food to my soul
You’re always down for me
Have always been around for me even when I was bad
You showed me right from my wrong
Yes you did
And you took up for me
When everyone was downing` me
You always did understand
You gave me strength to go on
There was so many times
Looking back when I was so afraid
And then you come to me
And say to me I can face anything
And no one else can do
What you have done for me
You’ll always be
You will always be the girl in my life
Never gonna go a day without you
Fills me up just thinking about you
I’ll never go a day without my mama
pak sheikh said:
sheih, this is off topic, look like kpmu has start attacking you in their website, that website belongs to pondan and penkid. they dont allow comments, so they can write anything they like. we r with u bro, by the way kpmu stands for Kumpulan Perompak Machai Umno
Sheih, Ayah Zit dema pernah kata, kita akan susah hati dan kita akan rasa bersalah kalau pihak yang kita tentang tak marah kita.
Sheih said:
How can I not love her, but why I felt so embarrass to show how much I really love her?
Izinkan saya masukkan di sini posting saya kepada “# Zorro-Unmasked”:
Takziah, Cik Gu.
Kalau nak tahu betapa bernilainya mata, tanyalah orang yang tidak dapat melihat.
Kalau nak tahu betapa bernilainya telinga, tanyalah orang tidak dapat mendengar.
Kalau nak tahu betapa bernilainya kaki, tanyalah orang yang kudung.
Kalau nak tahu betapa berharganya seorang ibu, tanyalah orang yang kehilangan ibu.
Sekali lagi, my endless condolences, Cik Gu! Kita serupa!
Hampir tujuh tahun saya kehilangan ibu yang dikasihi.
Ahhhh, Feelings !!affection,gratitude,respect,familiarity,
solitude,physical and emotional wellness,sense of belonging,being needed,sympathy
Valentines day in rememberance of the ladies and men who lost their lives before their time.
when leaders forget their role and duty to the country, when we no longer believe in justice only legal manuevering. when we are asked to donate generously to children with medical problems at expensive private hospitals while the hospitals revenue run to vulgar amounts, when political wannabes kill their chances of public support and future role in nation building by blind subservience to their leaders who have yet to pay for their excesses and corruption, when our innocence is taken from us by people in a position to corrupt our young with illgotten wealth to feed their egos and physical needs, perhaps then justifying their actions as poetic justice. when people are killed in mysterious circumstances and justice is no longer seen to be done by virtue of trials that are functionary and held long after the crime, however heinous is commited. When the legal fraternity accepts that justice is a matter of opinion and the yardstick is the proficiency of a prosecution led by a person that doesnt exactly inspire trust and confidence much less respect. When money is siphoned from our countrys nation building fund and continues to be spent to further corrupt the weak, when there is no real attempt to bring these sad examples to book and regain their ill gotten wealth which could help fund the country’s long road back to good governance.
The biggest loss to our country is a generation of young leaders who cannot bring themselves to see their obligation to the rakyat and beyond their leaders ( thankfully not all) politically flavored personal agenda’s. Is there hope when the Nations money that was siphoned by the corrupt cannot be regained ? Is the money still accumulating victims by corrupting more malaysians. Why look for new wealth when the nation has wealth that is still being squandered
…if there is proof then bring them to book and get on the money trail, there is a lot of money out there that should still belong to the country in the hands of the corrupt. Time will tell if they get away with the money and deny the future the nation can have.
We need a political entity which can by virtue of being tasked with returning the country’s wealth ( including adat & seni ) regain our focus on a common worthy cause ( get back the money wherever it can travel and in whoevers hands it may be.( if proven it was gained by corrupt means) This will bring Malaysians from all beliefs and backgrounds together in a worthy cause and finally break the communal or reactive politics we dont need. Lets get together to improve education, security, quality of malaysian life beyond the short term. Lets hear from our leaders how they plan to correct the present trajectory the country is in politically, financially and in terms of security, harmony and lets get together in a just and worthy cause. A Malaysia we can be proud of. And be prepared for the jokers or saboteurs ( they will be in smaller numbers if the cause is just) who seek to divert attention from good intentions and democracy by instigating and reacting in a way that justifies the use of the ISA or violence and hardhanded tactics by the very people who can save our country, our police, anti corruption agency, the military, laywers, judiciary, captains of industry, our students and not least our Royalty. They have an opportunity to assist in the next elections by their participation. we must assume our responsibility or accept the situation and Country our children will inherit. Lets get ready to voice out our suggestions in a rational, calm and thought out manner, it’d be a welcome change from the embarassing verbal diaorrea seen being the trend.
may the next elections see the rise of a political power that seeks to redress the corruption of our values and a better reason and way to campaign for the future of our Beloved Country.
Desiderated
btw lost both parents sometime back. they still here ..i have their blood running in me and it is the color you have running in you too.
wanna be a better man,
to malaysians of all races and religious beliefs
Happy Valentines Day ! ( yess you too) : )
Salam Pak sheih…kawe tersentuh la guuu..thank you ini malaya version lagu ibu menyahut penggangur paksa…
Untuk Mu Ibu
Oh! Ibu
Kau disiram bayu pagi
Kehilangan terasa kini
Dan kesepian
Dan aku
Bagai purnama gerhana
Di ibarat lautan kering
Tiada tempat ku layarkan
Hasratku ini
Masih belum sempat
Kubuktikannya kepadamu
Ibu tersayang
Kucurahkan rasa hati
Ku tatapi potret mu berulang kali
Kurenungkan kalimah yang diberi
( 1 )
Tuhan Yang Esa
Ampuni dosa ibu
Tempatkan mereka
Di antara kekasih kekasihMu
( 2 )
Oh! Ibu
Kau kasih sejati
Kutaburkan doa
Untukmu ibu
( 3 )
Ampunilah dosaku
Sejak ku dilahirkan
Hingga akhir hayatmu
Saat ini
Kuteruskan hidup
Tanpa bersamamu ibu
moga all the commentar have a good CNY 07…to bro monty don’t drink and drive after CNY we like to hear from uuuu….
hi sheikh. totally understand how you feel. parents nowadays struggle to raise two kids. i thought my parents are doing fantastic raising 7 kids, all working and doing alright now. but your mom is a real superwoman, with all the things she has to go through, and raising 6 kids. happy valentine’s day!
Dear Sheih
You are so right. It is only when you are a parent yourself that you begin to appreciate how much your parents; especially your Mother have sacrified for you. I cannot remember how many times I have said ‘How I wish Mom is here’ and I know this mantra will be repeated plenty more times.
Sheih, sometimes it is very hard for elderly people who are set in their ways to relocate and start all over again in a new place, even if it is their child’s home. Remember that they are Queen/King of their own home and can do as they wish.
Cherish your Mother and respect her wishes. Show her you care and understand her need to be independent whilst she still can be. They do not want to be seen as useless or a burden.
Let her know your home is also hers. She will always love you no matter where she is. The bond between a mother and child can never be broken.
sheih,ur past history same like me. But my mum is anak tunggal n that time my grand pa n grand ma dah tak de. So sad n tragis. Alhamdullillah, right now I can give my mum kebahagiaan n kesenangan, where u can see at her face, satisfaction!!!!
So guys out there, love ur mother more than ur girlfren or wife 🙂
same to the ladies out there, love ur mother more than ur hubby….
Salam Pak Sheih,
Tersentuh hati membaca cerita dan teringat mak kat kampung. Dua minggu sudah balik kampung. Dah lama tak balik , sibuk le katakan… dengan urusan dunia dan anak anak. Dah la tu tak dapat telepon kampung dah dekat 2 bulan, telekom kebel di kampung kena kebas dan tak di ganti oleh TM. (Biasanya telepon mak sekurang kurangnyaseminggu sekali, tanya kabar dia). Masa di kampung, kebetulan ada saudara sebelah mak buat kenduri, jadi bawa dia ke sana dan lepas kenduri dia nak melawat adiknya di kampung asal asalnya…. dengan kaki yang terhingkut hingkut sebab sakit lutut kronik dia gagahkan juga… Masa nak balik dia ajak singgah kat jeti di pekan kecil kampung tu ….. tempat dia masa kecil kecil dulu turun naik sampan pergi ke kampung sebelah… Sempat ambik gambar dia tengah duduk kat jeti tu sambil memandang jauh ketengah muara… nostalgia le tu…Masa dalam kereta kasikan handphone kat dia untuk bercakap dengan anak bongsu kesayangannya yang tak dapat balik kampung sebab kena kerja… Mak tanya ngapa tak balik? Adik cakap kena kerja… Mak kata , itu le kalau duduk kampung jaga mak, tak ada gaji….
Keesukannya cucunya, anak aku no. 3 ajak opahnya pergi berkelah kat sungai sebelah dusun kami. Pagi pagi lagi aku ke pasar lambak kan pekan, nak cari ikan baung. Masa sampai tu ada le ikan baung 5 ekor. Tanya sipenjual berapa sekilo… dia jawab RM18/sekilo… Ikan lombong ke sungai.. dia jawab sungai…dalam hati oii mahalnya…tak apa nanti masa balik aku singgah balik. Lepas tu jumpa pulak orang jual ikan lampam & ikan kelah.. Tanya kelah berapa.. RM50/sekilo.. Terus beli lampan 3 ekor… nak buat bakar cicah dengan sambal tempoyak mak.. Masa nak balik semua baung dah kena borong dgn orang lain.. tak ada rezeki nak merasa baung masak tempoyak mak. Singgah sekejap kat kebun kutip pucuk paku untuk buat kerabu resepi mak. Tepat pukul 12 semua bertolak ke tempat berkelah. Bebudak tak sempat sempat nak terjun ke Sungai. Opahnya paksa makan dulu. .. Selesai makan mak nak mandi sungai..Kena pimpin dia perlahan lahan. tebing sungai cerun…Lama dia mandi..Dulu itu le rutin dia hari hari ke sungai membasuh baju 8 orang anak dia…Sekarang ni.. mandi sungai merupakan “special occasion” untuk dia.. bila anak cucu balik. Lepas dia puas mandi.. mak nak naik.. Pimpin dia pelan pelan naik ke pondok..dia nak sembahyang zohor…kami terus mandi sampai kecut mecut.. Tengok dari jauh mak baring kat pondok selepas sembahyang … penat kot memasak dari pagi..Dia tidur sebelah cucunya.. Taka lama lepas tu dia ajak balik sebab dia nak masak lepat pisang untuk makan petang.. Isi kelapa dia dah suruh cucu cucunya kukur tangan tak boleh pakai mesin. Kena masak cepat sebelum anak cucunya balik ke rumah masing masing.
Petang kami bersiap nak balik ke Kajang. Lepat dah siap dibungkus kereta bekalan anak cucu dia dalam kereta… Mak keluarkan pisang berangan sesikat dari simpanan rahsia dia untuk aku bawak balik & sebiji sukun.
Masa salam dengan dia, cuim pipinya sejuk aje rasa…. Mak cakap nanti balik le lagi…. jawab ye lee. Cakap raya cina nanti tak dapat balik sebab nak balik ke rumah mertua..Masa salam selitkan duit bulanan dia.. terima kasih dia kata…. Jom le ke Kajang.. Tak apa le.. Nanti tertinggal pulak kelas agama dan aktiviti sosial kampung dia jawabnya…… Masa kereta mula bergerak nampak dia dalam cermin kereta mak duduk melambai tangan … sedih rasa hati tinggalkan dia semula…. Dalam kereta cucu cucu dia dah mula sibuk nak makan lepat opah…..
Kasih ibu tiada penggantinya………
Hari tu ada bersembang dengan kawan, tanya dia mak sihat ke? Sihat .. Dia di kampung ke? Tak .. sekarang duduk dengan anak anak bergilir gilir….. Dulu dia duduk kampung sorang sorang..rumah jauh tersorok tak ada telepon..Puas ajak dia duduk dengan anak anak … dia tak nak. Lepas tu anak anak pakat bawak mak mereka ke KL dan dalam diam diam mereka roboh rumah mak di kampung. Bial mak nak balik kampung tengok rumah dah kena roboh.. sedih orang tua tu….Sejak tu mak mereka duduk dengan anak anak.. dah tak ada rumah di kampung.. Tanya dia , mak tak sedih ke? Mula mula tu sedih jugak… selamba aje dia jawab. …
Rasanya tak sanggup nak buat macam tu kat orang tua kita….
You have brought tears to my eyes.
I read this blog almost everyday and never intended to contribute, but today, due to your superwoman naration, I am moved to pen my thoughts.
My father passed away when I was 17 and about to take my MCE in 72. My mum was then left to care of 10 children (2 has married). I was in a boarding school then. She was about 42 yrs old though to me she is now as young as she was then. She is a beatiful woman, strong willed and as far as we are concerned, she is GOD.
To almighty GOD I swear to study hard and not burden her more than she was already burden in raising us. I did well in MCE and offered full scholarship to UK. I returned and served the government for 17 years before I retired. (I love TDM for allowing us to retire at 40)
We were always poor. There were times we do not have food on the table, not even rice. Tapioca was and still is a very nice food to me till today. A common scenario at meal time is like this, she would place a pot on wood fire and will start walking around our kampong house and look for leaves that can be cooked such as tapioca leave, “pucuk pakis”, “keladi”, etc and cooked them with just salt.
Occasionally, we would complained and she would hold us and tell us to study hard and get a good job and we would then able to eat anything we want.
I would need more space to write all the details. Generally, she would let us be what we want to be. She has a this believed and I subscribe to it –
Allah gave us children for us to love them and enjoy their company, Allah will determine what will happen to them when they grew-up.
3 of us end up studying in UK & US. All of doing well now and very close to each other and regular gatherings and kenduri whatever the occasion.
In return, we manage to send her round the world trip, haji, holiday in London and Turkey.
She is old and frail now and three of the children live in the kampong to take care of her. As for me, sunday is a day I spend an hour of two with her talking over old times.
Sometimes, I just wonder what else I can do to repay her love, kindness, singlemindedness and the conforting words she uttered whenever we need that encouragments.
Thank you for your article today, I have now request my sister to buy her flowers, chocolate or anything that will make her feel contented and happier.
Some people say Syurga dibawah tapak kaki ibu. She is heaven and she let us in that heaven. Alhamdulillah.
…….seorang ibu boleh menjaga 10 orang anak…..namun 10 orang anak tak boleh menjaga seorang ibu……….
……dalam islam, setiap hari adalah hari ibu dan setiap hari adalah hari berkasih sayang……….
…..hilang ibu 10 thun yang lepas……..”Kalau nak tahu betapa berharganya seorang ibu, tanyalah orang yang kehilangan ibu…..as said by penarik beca”……….really miss my mum……
So guys out there, love ur mother more than ur girlfren or wife
same to the ladies out there, love ur mother more than ur hubby….
-In Tangen
May be that did not mean a lot to some people, but trust me. Abide by it.
When my mom was dying, my brother called me, that mom was calling my name. The last time I visited her was two weeks before. I knew in my heart she was dying but kept putting it off because my significant other thought I have more important thing to do.
One night at 11 pm I have this sudden urge to drop everything off and just drive home to see my mom. We had a fight and I put it off again.
At 6 a.m. the next day she died. My sister told me, until her last breath, she was calling my name asking where I was. I had always been her favourite…
That was how I disappointed my mom. The woman who had to go to sawah padi on the 7th day after giving birth to me. Life was difficult then. This woman woke me up at 4 in the morning and sat beside me to make sure I studied for my ujian penilaian eventhough she herself was an illiterate. I went on to be the first student in my kampong to score 5A’s. She pawned all her jewelleries (not much) to send me to boarding school.
And I never said thank you.
And I am crying while writing this. I never had the chance to say I am sorry…
Sheih Said: Thanks for the piece and the willingness to share. When I was in kampong, wise man said one of the things that will continue between dead and the living, is the prayer of the anak yang soleh. We have learn a lot today by sharing our experiences with our Superwoman. My mum never get along well with my significant other. I always stuck in the middle. It is very difficult. Very very difficult. Thanks again.sheih, its touching.
well at times we have to sit back and count our blessings. I have a great parents who sacrifice so much for me; infact whatever they have so that i can complete my education.
I have never forgotten their sacrifices and their love and I always remind myself that I reciprocate their love while they are still around and not when they are in the next world. I am also very happy that my brothers and sisters feel and act the same way.
We are not rich financially but this is something that money cant buy.
god bless.
Salam to Sheih and all.
Your mum like most are the die hard group of jandas who knew what they want best for their children and are willing to sacrifice and forgo their own earthly interest. She can always remarry at that age but she did not. Maybe she was not confident of getting a better hubby or a hubby who will love her children like she did.
You’ve lived a difficult childhood but with your mum’s love and care you built your own personality and attitude. You became what you are now, not an ass-licker.( And we do have millions of ass-lickers in Bolehland).
Didn’t know you and Nik Aziz are related but suspected he was the one you meant( you mentioned not long ago you became a driver to the one and only PAS MP from Kelantan, before you joined UMNO).
Most mum refuse to stay with their sons( who are married) to avoid problems for their sons. So that their sons won’t be in a situation of Telan mati mak,luah mati bapak. Yang ini emak yang ini isteri.
Do keep in touch with her bro.
Sheih Said: Thanks for the note. I used to be the driver for Gemulah Pak Nik Lah, the former MP of Pengkalan Chepa. They are all somehow related. When I did my form six, I stayed with my mum in Pondok Panchor, where Gemulah Pak Nik runs a sekolah pondok. After the death of Gemulah Pak Nik, my mum felt unconfortable and shifted out from the Pondok.A Happy Valentine’s Day to all the Super Single Moms … and Dads!
Sheih…
This is truly a touching story…that’s why kasih ibu membawa ke syurga
Sheih,
First time I’m leaving a comment. Not really comment la, just wanna say thank you very much for this lovely piece, and yes, it made me cry too.
Sometimes we’re too busy with our own lives, we tend to take our loved ones for granted. I can’t wait to leave the office for the day, go home, and hug my ibu & abah!
tokasid,
sheih was referring to someone else, not Tuan/Tok Guru Nik Aziz as he used the word GEMULAH which mean ‘the late’. Monty and sheih is common to me as they have driven the ones close to my heart… and Monty was the driver that drove around GEMULAH Ahmed Deedat when he was in KL 15 years ago.
Happy Chinese New Year to you Monty.
Thank you dannali.Nice hearinf from you after so long.
Now to complete my parents ..whom I love and missed so much….my father
He was trully self made. The only child ….schooling at St.Paul Institution Seremban….no money to pay school fees……swept school floors to earn a place to study..until got a job in a bank.
Became the only Bank Area Manager that was allowed to choose where to work. …all must be situated in K.L..He chosed Melaka….so was give Johore..Negri and Melaka as the Area.
My father is absolutely non corruptable. Come Chinese N.Year…I get a new bicycle…plenty of angpows. He will take all the angpows from me .mostly RM100 and add RM 10…sealed them back…and retrurn to givers. He returned the bycicle….and I always ride second hand stuffs…broken and old…but can ride. However I prefer to walk to school every morning through short cut estate that takes 1/2 walking….actually very nice.
I asked my father why give back all angpows? He said he does not want to be obligated to anyone and just do his banking job. So later…everyone gives hampers only and that he accepts. So many hampers..one bed room full!
He will line up all he trishaw pullers and give all everyone somthing. So before CNY …my house is trully a side show with trishaws lining from one friend telling another…year after year.
Come CNY..my mother most famous curry chicken with bread plus nonya ‘pontei’ [chicken with big onions..potaotes..chilli..etc} cannot describe…but really nice with rice actually. Everyone looking forward to that year afer year.
A very good wealthy friend of his said..”If you retire, I will give you a Merz280. Don’t worry”
Another …some 20 acres of rubber estate…this or that.
He was forced to retired by my logic!! He was 70 years old. I just said at one CNY ‘hey Dad. When are you retiring? Your assistant waited so long and you are 70. Do you want your boss to write a letter to you to retire?”
Few months later…he submited a letter of resignation and retired.
Come CNY…no Merz..no so call best friends…so many..but few came …very few just pay respect for years…no more hampers.
PS: By the way. ..all hampers have brandy as gifts. I used to collect all the brandies with my brothers and we sell them off to night clubs….as my dad do not drink..gamble or womanising. He loves reading….smoke a pipe or cigar..and eating…..and read shares prospectus reports. I gave him few good tips and got well rewarded.
I was the one who bought him a brand new car..paid for the driver and house hold monthy until the day he died and my eldest brother look after the shares and current bank accounts.
He was also blessed with good five children and 14 grands.
So you see..I missed him alot…but can never be sad….as he lived to a ripe old age of 82…never one day not being love or cared by us from the heart… mind and soul….spoken out through the lips.
Thanks.
excuse my one finger typing your name wrong…..dear dannalli.
Sheih and Dannalli,
TQ for correcting my assumption.
Sheih, you have a soft heart. It’s a really touching story about your Mum. If you, a son, can empathise with your Mum now that you’re grown, imagine us women. Even if circumstances are different, when we rear our kids, we find ourselves unconsciously emulating our Mums, like it or not.
Everyone knows my Mum so I don’t have to talk about her right now. But last year I lost my other mother, a woman I called Chik who took care of me from birth until I was 9 when she left to get married. Even when you don’t see each other all the time afterwards, that bond is always there. She cried from joy when I got married, she rejoiced at every child I had. At age 70, she found she had cancer of the stomach. We did everything we could for her and thought she was doing well but a year later, she suddenly left us. I was away and couldn’t attend her funeral. I finally only managed to say goodbye a few months later at her grave in Penang. I realised then that all my childhood went with her.
monsterball … Been around, but You know I don’t quite like when bloggers started undermining each other. Lately it became such. I quit the other blog because of that. Sheih has mellowed us but with those trying to bringout the old you again, I chose to sidelined. With this topic at hand, most are back to senses and we can how many sideliners have come forward. sheih you have done a good job, both during kik (SIL) and currently kick ( zzzzz ). I will try to keep in touch with him, maybe through Hj Redzuan of KL’s Palm Manor.
Regarding my supermom… mine has gone 13 years 1 mth and 17 days ago. I am her youngest son and whenever we departed after spending hols in Kota Bharu, we hugged and kissed and exchanged forgiveness as if those were the last goodbyes… even though it followed with several more goodbyes. When my secretary (we didn’t have cellphone then) broke the news about her passing, I was calm. We took the next flight home and were there during the burial.It was flood and raining season but at the will of god, kubur Banggol (sheih should know where) was alright. …. I love you Che’ (Mum) very much and thank you for accepting a non Kelantanese (Kuala Pilah girl) as your DIL.
penganggurpaksa… you know abt that Alleycats’s song …. Kehadapan ibu ku yang sangat ku cintai …. calon menantu mu … orgnya sederhana. Its good to be shared with the rest on this special day.
Happy Valentine’s Day
Damn… made my eyes welled up.
monsterball….. just a slip, no harm done.
Dear Bro Sheih
Well written……and straight from the heart too. Indeed all mums are made in heaven. Thanks for sharing something that is close to your heart with us. I think the best gift that we can give to our mums is to love our children as they love us. Nothing more, nothing less.
Thanks again.
Anak Malaysia
Dear Sheih
You posting bring back memories of my late mother. We are also from Kota Bharu .In many ways the love your mother shows you is so much like mine which makes it so poignant. True love touches all because it comes from Allah. Please convey my highest respect o your mom.
Thanks sheih. You touch me. May i share my story. When my Abah passed away, for months i couldn’t find my way around. He was more than a father, always there for us. He may not agree with lots of issues with us but will always give his respect to our opinion. His understanding is everything to us. I was on the verge of breaking down when my siter who was in UK then, send me this lyrics from the Bread. Allow me to share this.
You sheltered me from harm.
Kept me warm, kept me warm
You gave my life to me
Set me free, set me free
The finest years I ever knew
Were all the years I had with you
I would give anything I own,
Give up me life, my heart, my home.
I would give everything I own,
Just to have you back again.
You taught me how to love,
What its of, what its of.
You never said too much,
But still you showed the way,
And I knew from watching you.
Nobody else could ever know
The part of me that cant let go.
I would give anything I own,
Give up me life, my heart, my home.
I would give everything I own
Just to have you back again.
Is there someone you know,
Youre loving them so,
But taking them all for granted.
You may lose them one day,
Someone takes them away,
And they dont hear the words you long to say
I would give anything I own,
Give up me life, my heart, my home.
I would give everything I own
Just to have you back again.
aduiiiiii……… tension betul, mana tisu nih…
menyentuh hati.. setip perempuan,wanita terutamanya yang bergelar ibu…
Really touching. Can’t help from crying. I wish my mum is still alive
After a touchy piece like this, Shieh wud have a poit or two to say after this. I am looking forward to that.
I guess this must be the talk about piece on Msian blogosphere today.
I just learned that when it is difficult to change someone through their head (logic), try to touch their heart (emotion).
*nangis*
They say a Chinese movie is not a movie….if they do not have scences showing eating a meal together or crying. Without those….not worth seeing.
Looks like Sheih has one natural half and if he can make everyone hungry and talk food….becareful Sheih…you maybe kidnapped and because Shor Ah Chai in China. They desperate want such god gifted talented person……as to much kungfu fighting bores.
My dear friend dannalli …when he speaks…I listen attentively. Such a cultured and mild mannered person……..sometimes simply reminds me of my father’s character….same…but I made him laughed at home…became a habit…..and start to relax. He was always stern and suspect everyone coming to the bank is to con him or carry his balls…..hahahaha
He said….even Prohpet Mohammad has to go to the mountain….meaning the bank is the mountain……hahahaha
Why mountain? Well the saying goes…if you have so much money…you are solid as a rock. So a bank always have much much more than anybody…..thus the piles of rocks become a mountain.
But one must seriously becareful not to visit a vocanic mountain. Watch the history how banks got busted ….exposing a killer bank with lavas to leave you high and dry.
CONTINUE FOLKS INTERMISSION TIME OVER….SAD STORIES STARTS AGAIN!!
Someone I have not contacted a long time left a SMS for me today. I like to share it….
Frienship is like Violin.
The music may stop, but
the strings remain attached forever.
If you touch, it will sing.
So be in touch always.
Happy Valentine’s?
“How can I not love her, but why I felt so embarrass to show how much I really love her?
How can I not care for her, yet why it is so difficult for me to prove I really care for her?
How can I not spend time with her, again, why it is always so hard for me to find the time to spend with her?”
Sheih, clearly the answers are all within you and you actually know what they are. Believe me sheih, all you need to do is sit back, close your eyes, take a deep breath and think about it…and later, do communicate nicely with your mother more often than you did before.
Best wishes.
Been waiting for penganggurpaksa with that Alleycats song, guess its not in his collection; before this Special Day come to an end, here it is..
Song by Eric Yeo
Lyrics by S.Amin Shahab
Khabar Buat Ibu
Kehadapan Ibuku
Yang sangat kucintai
Dengarlah khabar ini
Tentang calon menentu mu
Orangnya sederhana
Tidak berlebihan
Tapi cergas serta pintar
Dan dia akan membantu ku
Dalam urusan seharian
Usahlah kau bimbang
Tentang cinta kami
Kami telah berjanji
Akan saling menghormati
Harap ibu kan taburkan
Beras kunyit
Di depan halaman rumah
Menyambut kepulangan kami berdua
Oh ibu ku
Aku menyintainya
Seperti ayah menyintai mu
Dan dia menyintai ku
Seperti kau cintakan ayah
…………….
to sheih, hope from tonight your significant other will become the significant one. Mine used to tell me due to the dialect, she couldn’t understand half of the conversations with my mum but that shouldn’t be the wall deviding. She will listen. By May next year it will be our 25th. Anniversary. Thank you Che’ and thank you Kuala Lumpur.
Senyumlah Kuala Lumpur
Song by M.Nasir
Lyrics by S.Amin Shahab
……the final verse;
Terimakasih
Ku ucapkan
Oh kepada mu
Kuala Lumpur
Kerana kau telah
Temukan cinta
Antara kami berdua
Happy Valentine’s Love
wow dannalli….you are trully young at heart. Few minutes more…Valentine day is over.
Soooo Happy Valentine Day to one & all!!
Malaysia memang boleh!!
By the way.. ..This is about super parents…not valentine days post.
Nice to pour out your love for them openly without feeling shy about it. So continue till everyone speak out.
Incase you have bad parents…you can speak your experiences. If not……..fully understood…so cry privately with the secrets.
The world is full of surprises.
Will be nice to get Sheih put out a post on brothers and sisters too…and don’t be surprise….worst fights….quarrels stories about them…hahahahaha
What a special ‘kickdefella’ site this has turn out to become….due to the genius of Sheih.
But we must not praise him too much also….for without us…he will be talking to the walls…hahahaha
btw how was ur candle lite dinner? 😉
how was ur candle lite dinner, uncle monster? 😉
Sheih…terima kasih atas tulisan anda..very touching..fond memories of our parents…
GOOD MORNING EVERBODY. HOPE YOU ALL SLEPT WELL!
hi manggishitam….When I have a candlelight dinner means my electricity bill not paid or government electric power generators overloaded and burnt out again? Had quite a few of those few years ago in Subang Jaya….like
every month at least once………..but now much better. Sometimes …they simply switch off for 6 hours without notice. That means a very big VIP just moved in and all must suffer.
What I hate most is seeing police high ranking children getting married. They will block the whole road and put out police sign….totally no manners and infact illigal. Once I purposely drove through a bulit up tent while guests were eating their food.Everyone looked and me…I smiled like an idiot….no one stopped me…..hahahahaha
Yes police officers are a bunch of no manners around Subang Jaya. Hope most are transfered and live somewhere. Rows of bangalows are all own by these blokes. Where the heck they can afford such expensive houses…God knows.
WE ARE HERE TO CELEBRATE THE AFTER EFFECT OF VALENTINES DAY.
Hope everyone enjoy themselves and if anyone purging …..usually dirty food eaten eight hours ago…..check it out and don’t go to that makan stall again.
Oh…..How did I spend my Valentine’s Day? Same as Sheih……but he is out to make babies. I am only interested to make woopies and check all system go..man go.
Dear Bro. Sheih,
Kalu Pok Loh nak tutup blog supo mung nih, aku tok tau la apo punye ore dio tuh. … Aku baco pon, sapa raso lo nih jugok aku nak fly balik kg jupo mok aku.
Keep writing bro. Cheers.
Satu entri yang sungguh menyentuh perasaan. Saya akan pastikan semua anka saya membacanya.
Kita semua ada masa yang sama banyak. Bagaiman kita membahagikannya yang berbeza. Keutamaan yang diberikan perlu dikaji.
sheih… just spoke to Hj Redzuan of KL’s Palm Manor. … Apocalypse Now. He can’t recollect. Gone the chance of keeping in touch with you.
monsterball… no purging this morning ‘cos just stayed at home reading, blogging and watching TV. … my screen is not as wide as yours. .. 1/3 of yours.
Sheih Said: Yes Bro, even when I met him in 2004 he can't remember me. I was upset but Again, he has lots of other think to remember. I tried so hard to remind him of everything. But... satu pun tak ingat. That's life bro. But with Ku is different, like all politician, he makes you feel very warm all the time. He makes you feel like he last seen you yesterday. He remembered everything in details.You really touch my inner soul, brother. I’m a full-bred kelantanese. Iwent thro quite a similar childhood only thing that we were very poor. I relly loved and missed mu late mum because of hersacrifices and farsightedness. Iwas among the few to be sent to english school , of course most of the villagerslooked down upon my mom . If you were poor , why must you send your son to english school? You know , brother , my mom collected and sold firewood to school me? I always tell my kid about this, without shame! When I secured a steady job, I made a vow to look after my mom well and never made her to worry in life. I did just that until her death in 1988. For your information , I was working Perak but ahen my mom was still alive, I made a point not to miss hari raya celeberation with her in our kampong. With the grant of the Almighty I managed to keep my vow until her death in 1988. I have done everything within my power to ensure my mom live a very comfortable life .
I can imagine how about your mum, I feel more than that especially when she was gone. To you all out there, show your love to your mum before it’s too late. Syurga itu di bawah telapak kaki ibu!! Alfatihah to all our mothers who have left us on Allah’s wish…… amin.
oh dear, my face’s soaked.
I’m a mummy and I know how it is that most mummies will do anything for their babies, absolutely anything.
And to have sons like you, Sheih, would be the icing most mothers long for.
It’s so sad that some mothers would just abandon or abuse their own flesh and blood for worldly pleasures.
…terharu & tak dapat ku tahan air mata ini…
what a touching story! u make me found that i have long time didn’t cry. The story is good to be film as a movie.
Ini first time saya beri komen di site ini. artikel yang sangat baik dan menyentuh hati. Tahniah.
At SiPM our valentine goes to Ibu Pertiwi, Malaysia.
We need everyone’s support to give her all the love that she deserves.
And corruption is something that we need to eradicate in this country so that Malaysia can be a better place.
Don’t Commit Corruption. It’s a Sin. God Knows Best.
Assalamualaikum Bro Sheih
Sometimes I feel myself like “Si-Tanggang” or “Malim Kundang” (as in Malay or Indonesian folklore about a most ungrateful son). And each time I feel that way, I burst into tears. I have not visited my beloved Mama for a couple of months now. I love her more than anything in this world. However, being a penniless son that I am, I just feel sorry and am full of self-pity everytime I wanna “ziarah” her to give her kisses on her hands, cheeks and forehead and to hug her tight in seeking forgiveness from her always since what stopped me everytime I wanna drive over to see her is the stupid fact and “hasutan bisikan Iblis” of not being able to give her money (as if dollars and cents are everything! ASTAGHFIRULLAHULAZHIIM!)
Right after Maghrib prayers today , I shall ask for forgiveness from her, INSYA ALLAH!
I thank you for your great inspiration, my man!
strong>Sheih Said:My dearest friend, it is always the case bro. I always pray to god that I wanted to be rich because when the day come that my mother need a medical attention, I shall be able to provide nothing but the best to her. But again. The chances looks very deem. Two years ago, I stop. I decided to give her the best that I can afford which is not much at all. One day she told me, just to give her some love and make her feel that I still love her as I used to when I was very small. Then she said, it’s enough for me to call her once a month. What she said humbles me. I felt so bad. When she came to stay with me last puasa, I took the chance to lay on her laps like I used to do long long time ago. Syukran Jazakallah Khair Khatiran…
Sheih/dannalli..the Abdullah anak Adam message touches my heart. I wish I can know him and give him an angpow………so he has some money to give to his beloved mom.
But I am sure….like all moms..it is not money they want most. IT’S THE TRUE LOVE…..but a visit with some money or present is most welcome. However….if our old folks are in need of money for medical attentions and one have none to give…..that my friend is sad.
Sometimes because of not having even small amount to go to hospital for treatment……the live is shortened…..that is trully sad.
Where are mulah…yusof…politikus??
Even dannalli came forth to tell his love story with his mom. HE SELDOM TALK.
Maybe to remind all of you three..she had you inside her stomatch for 9 months and the greatest pain she ever had experience was to get you out of her system and be on your on.
And thereafter…the pains continues to be on the shoulders of the father day after day…year after year….until you can stand on your own two feet.
Now you are so independent……maybe even so succeesful…don’t you ever forget where those pair of strong wings that allows you to fly like an eagle came from.
I have heard fathers said”I wish I could have cut of the wings of that ungrateful…..??” Those were mostly in old folks homes…cannot protest but helpless…..since already old.
I will not go into details…but let your true conscience out for once and realise…good or bad….troublesome or otherwise…parents love to be cared and nursed by their children when nature takes it’s cause to make them fragile…scnile….etc…not by their own character…but by taking too many pills as one grows older …perhaps.
My father’s character changed totally…but we know why..so we tolorated and pampered him.till the day he died.
jeancumlately…..your piece about your relationship with your mom is most touching.For what’s worth..I am my mom’s favourite too and when she was dying…so was my father-in-law…same day died…needed to arrange evrything in KL….as all children are poor….then rushed back…..my sister shouted from the top of the hospital ‘mom youn son is back! hold on!”
I ran up…she was dead. Night before that…I was there at her bed side holding hands. She squeezed my hand tightly few times. I knew she was telling me something. She had three operations in two years to save her from cirosis of the liver…third killed her.
From that day onward….I was lost…as I always tell her my sad stories…..no one else…until I got to get real and change. I cried for so many years alone thinking of her without leting anyone knows..as children picture me as strong daddy nd office assistants knows me clear minded and fair boss…..no fear type.
Very difficult life for others to understand.
uncle…seems like u have so many interesting and lovely stories to tell us. what if u sign in a blog? perhaps i can share mine too in your blog. come on uncle… 😉
Uncle Monsterball
Must agree with manggishitam. Some abt 20 comments out of the 80 odd comments here thus far is yours.
You should be blogging. The veteran bloggers can set it up for you in 5 minutes, albeit good Internet connection.
you see uncle…. the young ones have the sense of the real you.
Rasanya, tak sama tu A Voice, bagi dia untuk memulakan blog sendiri. Di sini, kalau mengikut ‘hits’, ada 241, 203 ( and growing). Dalam erti kata sebenarnya, ‘the catchment’ atau ‘audiences’ yang sedia ada di sini telah membahagiakan dia dan memberi dia ‘high’, kecanduan yang tak akan dapat dinikmati di ‘rumah’ sendiri’. Mungkin juga ini sifat-sifat ‘exhibionist’, yang memerlukan ‘penonton’ untuk merangsangkan dia.
Kalau selama ini, kita telah pon terbiasa dengan genjala ‘spamming’, tapi dia telah menambahkan lagi satu kategori baru, ia itu ‘serial spamming’.
dude, u realy touch my heart wth yr story on yr mum…she is so lucky to have u.
managgishitam/voice…Thanks your suggestion. Yes…sometimes…it can be irritating to others with me writing so much. If so, please excuse Uncle…not intentionally. Just let my thoughts flows out from the message from Sheih….and sometimes purposely go out of line to rest he minds.
It is my INTENTION to stick to thick and think with ‘kickdefella’ site UNTIL Seih kicks me out.
God Bless you both.
‘media guy’….Be brave enough if you are writing about me ….write in English ..as a serial spamming commentator…which one word….I really do not understand.
The way few complaint about me in Bahasa are not becoming of a gentleman and a man with guts.Be brave…say directly to the person or write in English.
Once again….if Sheih can address me as “my dearest” few times….that is self explainatory.
He is no fool!
assalamulaikum monty.
Brother, happy new year. Y cant read bahasa right ? so I am going to wish you in Bahasa.
Jaga diri, jangan yam seng banyak sangat, dan semoga perjalanan lu, membawa manfaat. Luas perjalanan, luas pengalaman. Selamat tahun baru cina. Panjang umur dan semoga sihat dan dijahui malapetaka.take it easy on the females. gong xi fa choi
Sheih….my commanader. 91 messages…minus 24 mine….still a respectable 67 from others. No bad!
My best CNY present from you is to see it hit 250,000 hits before 18th Feb.
YOU ARE INFACT NOW NUNBER ONE!!
These are hundreds of visitors to your site everyday.
So guys….please don’t accuse me of anything…okay?? LETS BE ONE HAPPY FAMILY.THAT IS REALLY WHAT WE ARE NOW and contributibng to thec success. It is TEAM WORK!! Let Sheih comes out with his fantastic topics and posters and we support as usual.
God Bless All
AM…You are a joker by rubbing in. Okay lah.Thanks alot
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Sdra Sheih, apa pun yang kamu lakukan untuk ibumu tidak akan mencukupi. Ibumu menyayangi mu tanpa sebarang pra-syarat. Kasih ibumu tidak akan hilang dan pengorbanannya kepada mu tidak mungkin dapat dibalas. Semua ibu mahu melihat anaknya bahgia, berjaya dan hidup senang. Jika kamu bahgia, ibu kamu juga pasti membawa bahgia. Aku yakin kamu menyayangi ibumu selagi hayat dikandung badan. Dan begitu juga sebaliknya.
Uncle Monsterball, sorry for not posting any comment. Just get home from supervised contractor doing their job on my wife’s shop. This 2 whole weeks are full of survey, arguement, negotiation, fight, yell and many more..
That day was hari raya and during night when i be seated beside her, she giving me her final taught “Jangan hisap dadah, jangan minum arak, jangan tinggal sembahyang”. Myself during that time still in cadetship, going thru’ brain wash, ragging and many crazy things. As parent, nothing you can hide from them.. Next day she gone forever..
While she’s in weak condition, Suffering great pain, hungry, thirsty; as near to death, before tomorrow she met the Creator, she still able and had strength to gave me her last words.
3 months after she passed away, I went to Australia. Still in trauma, i always wanted to call her. I wish to make just one call, to say “I alright, healthy and ask her what she wants?.. to buy her something.
Almost a year later, Came back to M’sia. I brought my youngest brother went to her grave. A year of missing her sensation, I cried just like as she just passed away yesterday, even though before that i cried a lots.
I always wanted to dream of her, but seldom get that chance. If that night i dreamt of her, next morning i am the happiest son on the earth. Always thinking of her, praying for her everyday, for 7 years never failed.
Mulah……soooooooo delightfully nice to finally hear from you. I just got up from a nap.
Yip mulah…you also got a super mom like few of us…..caring about you with advises …..even last breaths…. bless her my nephew.
surfer dude….Appointed officially as fronliner by the bolg owner is legimate support…nothing else.
Many thanks your details .
I guess those trying to instigate or divert the attentions from real truths of the matter with lies can l be considerd spamming?? Actually…I call it jealousies…funny…..but few males are having such genes……..bukan anak jantan.
surfer dude…why ‘dude’?..surfer duke…much better.
Like the no: 9 best to decribe me…..but personally I like no:15..’a person or thing…” Yip…Like to be “The Thing….”{saw the scary movie?}… sometimes to scare away unwanted troublesome species ..once awhile do visit ‘kickdefella’ planet…where a family who are cultured and can disagree by agreeing.
Like I said….we are number one in so many subjects and commentators. It is because we are luckt to get a very intelligent good leader…creative and unique. He give the signals…..and all follow.
Remember few months ago…a postal out…so shy to talk more….just ‘wow’ ..wah’…’fantastic’….’man you are great’ etc etc etc…one word or short sentence. Look now…much much more open minded and sincere..
Seriously…PM should wake up and read all the creative ideas of Sheih’s and if such uncorruptable talents not wanted in UMNO….who else….puppets??
politikus….don’t just read lah. Tell us about your super mom. Why so shy like tikus..which infact your nick means …..politik ..us.
Smart girl you are!!
Monsterball,
How good looking is this politikus? describelah…like siti ke, like gong li ke..com mon, on describing women i trust ur taste.Pls lah …ur very good at describing noses for instance..or skin colour…height etc,etc.
Good morning Sheih and to all.
AM….You think only beautiful girls attract men?
Sometimes very lonely men….even one eye jack with flat body like landing strip for areoplanes also attract lah.
Different men have different taste which I hce commented indetails previously.
Yes nose of a female have alot to tell about herprivate part also…..but I will not tell you. Sheih will delete it….so why waste my energy on that.
If Sheh says…’tell me more…tell me more’…like the song in ‘GREASE’….that like lightings just struck this blog………I’ll tell all.
Politikus?? She has a boyfriend….and I am her dear Uncle also. Just missed her. No other intentions.
AM….I recall you said you are a virgin and choose God…not sex! YOU ARE EXPOSING YOURSELF TO BE A LIAR?……..hahahahha
You see I tell all my workers and children that…if tell lies…..they have to remember that lie …so as not to be caught.
But if you tell truths…it will be the same story….asked again after many years….no need to remember. It is simply permanent truths in your memory brain cells.
But if you joke or try to pull a fast one with a ‘rumour mongering’ lie…that is harmeles…even if you are caught. …you just try luck to do your best like ‘a voice’ the smart lecturer hero worshipping TDM with his full of shit logics. Wise he maybe…but on TDM …he is full of shit….a liar infact.
But if ‘a voice’ is serious…I am sorry for students to hear lectures from a political lecturer with selfish ulterior motives.
So are you a virgin??
Sheih,
I love your mother too! You are one hell of a lucky guy to recognise your love of your mother.
When we are young, we get so caught up chasing after our dreams that we forget to spend time with our parents.
When they give us sound advice, we choose to ignore and listen to our friends instead.
When we are down, we blame them for things that go wrong.
If only we realise…………………….
Sad to say – by the time we do, they are long gone and we could no longer treat them nice.
Sheih, Thank you for sharing such a great post.
Sheih Said: Sunshine, you are right. I thanks all the commenters and readers for such support. We learned a lot by sharing our experience. One thing for sure, we can be a better child and we can be a good parents too. Happy Holiday to All.Sheih, you really can write well. Keep on writing.
monty,
dontlah ask if i’m a virgin too many times…shylah
Sheih,
Well, am very touched. I come from a ver close-knit family and my father was my best friend ever. My father came from India few decades ago and chose to settle down in Malaysia. He married to my mum who is of Malays descendant and they live happily.
My father was a political enthusiast. Although he didn’t involve directly with any party but he was a stauncehd supporter of the government of the day. He loved Tunku so dearly, Tun Razak and above all, TDM. He once said to me that he wanted to see him(TDM) personally, but if he couldn’t, he’d like one of his children to see TDM.
On a very fateful day in 2001, I was called to Putrajaya for a meeting with TDM. It was my first encounter with TDM in real-life although I am his ardent supporter and he is my lifetime idol. I remembered I couldn’t wait to report to my father about the meeting. Upon reaching Penang, m secretary told me that my brother called up (diverted to her because I was onboard) to say that my father was seriously ill. I wanted to fly back immediately but a berbuka puasa function with staff held me back. Well, it was fated that way. My father passed away in front of all my siblings and relatives, except for me, with a story to tell him. I really sad until today.. when someone mentioned abt TDM, I recall my father and the untold story of mine.
My friends out there with parents, listen to me, go back to them and take great care of them. Till now I am still regretting of not being there with him and even more when I rarely contacted him when he was alive. In one occasion, he was synically asked me where did I get his number from – as if I have forgotten/erased our kampung phone number.
Dad, I am sorry for being such a terrible son, when I was gifted such a lovely and adorable father who thought me and sacrified everything for his kids. My blood tears wont bring you back to me to rectify what I had done and treated you. I live with regret daily…
Mom, it’s not that I don’t love you but to call you and to let you know of my problem is really not the thing that i will do. You keep worrying about me and my family and I can’t be calling to add our sad story to you. Ya Allah, please convey my whisper to my lovely mom that I always remeber her and pray for her well-being. And also, to my dad about how much I missed him, every seconds of the day.. and pls also mention that I have met TDM personally though I didn’t manage to sampai his(Dad) salam to TDM.
Sheih Said: My dearest buddy, I recited Al Fatihah for your Dad and for mine too. He is looking at at and proud that you live his dream. Take care buddy.okay AM..After awhile all forgotten….like so many corruptions…..talk talk talk by Govt….no actions…since we easily forget.
But I have an elephant memory and may use it again …if you try to tease virgins/girls/ladies/moms/old hags/etc etc etc….hahahahaha
Great piece Roy. Such bravery to let it out in public….much to be respected and admired.
Bless you.
🙂
Hi Mr Kickdefella
You won’t believe it – I read this posting so many times in so many days. I love the last part best “I love you mama!”. How I wish I could write like that to my mum.
I’m reading it again so I decided to write to tell you.
Indeed the blog is mightier than the sword.
Sheih Said: Dearest dignity2u, thanks. You can write to your mum, in fact, you have done it. Take care.i cried.. but i cried harder last night, during prime news when i heard about a mother who strangled her 2 children to death. i cannot imagine how her affection for the children (which she must have loved very dearly) has been ‘damaged’.