So this is my 2nd day back at work and I wish I am on leave again....Well, like everything else, there will always be an END and yesterday was the end of my holidays too. As the children went back to school, mommy & daddy has to go back to work. Unlike other school holidays, this time round, we decided to just stay here in old, "happening" Singapore. Most of our time was spent lazing indoors, watching P.Ramlee movies - away from the blazing sun and only venture to the nearby playground after Asar.
Talking about P.Ramlee movies, I guess no one will ever get tired watching his movies like Bujang Lapuk, Seniman Bujang Lapuk, Nujum Pak Belalang. P.Ramlee passed away before I was born and yet, I love his movies....and so do my children. We can watch it over and over again, laughing our hearts out. They don't produce such quality comedy Malay movies nowadays; classics that can last from one generation to another.
On another non-related issue, my nephew just had an operation, to correct a condition that had affected him since he was 18 months. He is 12 years old now. I am not sure what the medical term for his condition but in layman's term this is how it is - his neckbone was not steady like others, as one of the bone that is supposed to be fixed was moving and affecting his nerves so it affected the way he walked, he could not run straight and had difficulty turning his head. As a result of his condition, he was constantly at risk of being paralysed if he fell. So the operation was the last resort and a necessary one. As a parent, I know how my sister-in-law and brother-in-law must have felt. Your child's pain is your pain - maybe even more.
But my sister-in-law is a constant picture of calm. I really admire her, to be able to go through the ordeal of having your first-born go through a major operation and yet be strong. I remembered the time when my eldest daughter was hospitalised due to a fever. I cried when the nurse inserted a tube into her for antibiotics. I cried when people came to visit..and the other day, when I saw my nephew after the operation in ICU and saw the machines and more than 1 tubes inserted into him, and I observed my sister-in-law - she was just calm. When he cried in pain, she would just stroke his head and calm him. No tears. Not that she is without emotions, but her ability to control herself was amazing.
I learnt a lot from her - not from just this incident but on many occasions. In fact, I believe that we can constantly learn from others just by observing them. Not observe to criticise but observe and absorb the goodness - there is goodness.in everyone, I am sure.
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
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God, that is so sad. I've got a neighbour who is in a similar situation like your nephew. Doctors here advised them to go for an op but life guarantee wasn't there. Not even 50-50.. so my neighbour sought traditional help and so far the girl's doing fine. Insya Allah.
Oh, and tell me about it BQ, I'm such a crybaby too. The time when my daughter was 3 months old.. she had to be on antibiotics for months or years.. according to doc. Renal kidney prob. I cried a lot. Then I decided stopped the medication halfway and leave it Allah(swt). And if supposedly (inna lillah) anything happens to her... I'll still leave it to HIM. No regrets whatsoever(Insya allah). Grin.
These days I cry at the slightest things... and it's because :( I've sinned a lot. If you must know, I can't count how many times I cry a day... so Insya Allah, I hope crying brings the best out in you like it did for me.
Oops, I went out of topic didn't i? *rolls eyes*
The Woman - yes, I agree with you. Crying helps a lot. I cry in despair. I cry when someone do or say nice things to me. I cry when I thought I have lost hope. I cry when I am angry. I cry...gosh, i do cry a lot too. 8) Not that I love crying but it just sort of automatic. Some people say we women use crying as a weapon...8( I don't agree with that totally. Of course, there are some people who have crocodile tears but that is another story altogether.
There is one hadith that I read somewhere about people who cry...just can't remember it now. It is something good - I think. 8)
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