Happy Birthday, Love!

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To the king of my heart, the man of my dreams, and the love of my life,

Allah has blessed me with many things in my life, and you are one of Allah's greatest blessings. On this special day, I pray to Allah:

"Ya ar-Rahman, take special care of my husband. Bless his mind and his heart. Bestow him with good health. Strengthen his body and his soul. Increase his imaan and place him among the Solihin. And make easy for him the path You wish for him to follow. Ameen ya Rabbal 'Alamin..."


Bamboo Garden, Taman Tugu


Semoga Allah sentiasa bersamamu, Suami Terchenta. Selamat hari lahir.

Tambah kad vaksin Covid19 di Apple Wallet & Apple Health

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Semalam ada kawan share satu artikel cara-cara nak tambah kad vaksin Covid19 di Apple Wallet. Yang ni berguna kalau korang nak pergi luar negara dan perlu tunjukkan kad vaksin. Yelah, orang kat luar negara mungkin tak familiar dengan MySejahtera, berbanding Apple Wallet memang dipakai kat kebanyakan negara.

Walaupun takde plan nak travel ke luar negara dalam masa terdekat, tapi aku saja je la try tambah kad vaksin aku kat Apple Wallet.

Cenggini le rupanya bila dah tambah kad vaksin dalam apps Wallet ni:


vaccine covid19 card
Nama tu aku bubuh nickname blog hehe

Kalau nak tau cara-caranya, korang boleh baca artikel Soyacincau ni. Kalau dah ada kad vaksin di Apple Wallet mungkin tak perlu download kad vaksin dari MySejahtera.

Semoga bermanfaat.

GIVE AWAY SR X MITCH MEMOIR KAMPUNG BOY

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Aku suka baca buku-buku memoir ni jadi buat keputusan join GA SR X Mitch Memoir Kampung Boy dengan harapan dapat menang buku ni. Semoga ada rezeki first time join GA.

Bila baca blurb memang menggamit nostalgia zaman takde gajet dulu:

Blurb Memoir Kampung Boy - Ia mengisahkan tentang cerita kanak-kanak di zaman 1970 dan 1980-an di mana watak aku (Kenit) memaparkan aktiviti serta apa yang dialaminya ketika itu. Ketika zaman tiada gajet yang canggih, ‘aku’ dan rakan-rakannya bermain apa sahaja yang dapat menghiburkan hati mereka. Kisah ini bermula perpindahan dari Pekan, Pahang ke Johor Bahru (JB). Di JB, ‘aku’ mendapat sahabat karibnya bernama Rais dan Kajid yang memperkenalkan banyak permainan sewaktu zaman dulu, seperti main ‘gundu’, baling selipar, tarik upih pinang, permainan ‘cakar ayam’ dan sebagainya. Namun masa amat mencemburui persahabatan mereka.

Kalau nak kenal dengan penulis buku ni boleh la singgah ke blog beliau: Kenali Mitch!

Sesambil tu nak singgah jugak di Shopee Menara Seni nak tau apa lagi yang menarik ada dijual di situ.

P/S: Malam ni tambah doa supaya menang give away Syazni Rahim ni, aminnnn....

Wordless Wednesday - Salam Ramadhan

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Salam Ramadhan
Khadeeja & Bapak sama-sama baca buku 'Di Sebalik 114 Nama-Nama Surah'

Diriwayatkan daripada Saidatina ‘Aisyah R.A bahawa Rasulullah SAW bersabda,

خَيْرُكُمْ خَيْرُكُمْ لِأَهْلِهِ وَأَنَا خَيْرُكُمْ لِأَهْلِي، وَإِذَا مَاتَ صَاحِبُكُمْ فَدَعُوهُ

Maksudnya: Sebaik-baik kalian adalah yang paling baik terhadap ahli keluarganya, dan aku adalah orang yang paling baik terhadap ahli keluargaku. Dan apabila salah seorang daripada ahli keluarga kalian meninggal dunia, maka biarkanlah dia (tinggalkanlah dia dan jangan berbicara tentang keburukannya). [1] [Riwayat al-Tirmidhi (3895)]

- Sebenarnya handphone aku letak jauh dari ruang solat tapi bila tengok moment ni, tergerak nak bangun & ambik handpone rakam gambar untuk kenangan bila anak dah besar nanti. Khadeeja memang rapat dengan Bapak dia, kadang-kadang bila dieorang bergurau, aku pun ikut tersenyum. Salam Ramadhan semua.

Why I Named Her Khayla

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Khayla
My firstborn daughter


It's been a while since I last wrote about my firstborn daughter, Khayla. She was born on our fourth wedding anniversary, a year after our devastating miscarriage. When she was born, I was overflowed with joy that I remember until today.

From the get-go, she was a perfectly contented child.
She hardly cried or fuss.
She was a joy to bring on my countless travels be it for personal and for business trips because she just settled down and slept throughout the journey.
She was a happy baby and toddler, easy with her smiles.
She has a good nature and nothing ever gets to her.
She is the total opposite of me.

I fret. I get anxious. I worry incessantly.
I am emotional and easily get agitated at the slightest thing.
And people. Being in people industry, I've seen the best and the worst in people. And I get wary of people's intentions.
I always choose to believe the worst first, until the person is deemed worthy of my trust.

When my daughter came along, I wished my child would inherit only the beautiful traits in us both.
That she embodies everything beautiful in the world.
And we named her Khayla, which carries the meaning 'beautiful'. 

And just like a prayer fulfilled, she grew up to be beautiful.
Beautiful in nature. Beautiful on the inside. In my eyes, she is beautiful inside out.
I remember when I was late to fetch her from school instead of getting upset, she chose to laugh it off. When I asked why she laughed, she said this.
'I saw someone happy, and I'm happy.' She only focused on everything good.

And when I chose to dwell on being miserable on the last day before my husband had to fly back to KL and leave us (when we were on a long-distance marriage), Khayla opted to savour all the happy moments right up to the time she had to wave her dad goodbye. She was sad for a moment and then she cheered up 'because daddy will be back again'.

When my husband moved back to KL after a year of trying to get a job in Sarawak, and I cried in the car after sending him off to the airport, Khayla consoled me and made me all smiles again.
'Mommy, please stop crying or you will drive in zig-zag because you can't see through your tears.'

When her sister had an accident in the kitchen and came running towards me with blood trailing behind her, screaming in pain, I panicked and cried.
It was Khayla who put her hand on mine and calmed me down.
It's ok mommy, let's go to the hospital. Everything will be ok.'

Her teachers had nothing but praise for her. They told me she was always the first to offer help.
When she was in Year 3, she was given an award for being the most helpful student.
To me, that was the proudest moment I had as a mom.

Earlier. this week, she was supposed to have Zoom discussion with a classmate to discuss on their assignment.
She arranged for the meeting, sent the meeting invitation link and waited patiently for her friend to join.
Her friend did not join the first night.
The next day, her friend told her she was busy doing something else when they had actually planned the meeting together.
What did my Khayla do?
She smiled and accepted the explanation without a trace of anger. Let's have another meeting tonight, she told her friend.
The same thing happened. She was left waiting alone.
I was upset on Khayla's behalf (as if I was the one who was betrayed). What now? I demanded. Why couldn't she inform you that she couldn't join? Yet this friend was online.
Khayla smiled and said, maybe she couldn't join. It's ok, I will do my part first and share with her tomorrow.
No bitterness. No disappointment. She chose to think the good side of her friend.

This is my Khayla.
She accepts and have faith in people.
She chooses to be happy and positive.
For that, she is beautiful to me.
I named her beautiful because she is beautiful.
She teaches me to focus on the good in people.
She teaches me that life is not to be wasted on negative emotions.
Thank you for setting a good example to Mommy.
I love you my daughter.
Forever, you will always be my joy and blessing.