tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75143325127751774912024-02-19T21:51:34.408+08:00Hidden JewelsMahirah Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17343061043521271766noreply@blogger.comBlogger131125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7514332512775177491.post-46492491582084365242017-12-11T04:37:00.000+08:002017-12-11T04:39:22.212+08:00Do You<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Be stronger, but not too strong. </div>
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Be kind, but not to all. </div>
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We are told so many things sometimes all these sayings get too loud it's deafening, silencing our own thoughts, shutting down emotions and feelings. </div>
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And then they tell you you're heartless, selfish, broken. </div>
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That it was wrong, a mistake, a failure.</div>
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But over time as you grow to know yourself better, listen to your thoughts and trust your guts, you will learn that your weakness is not really a weakness if you own it and make it your strength. </div>
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I used to be told I'm too sensitive but now I think you need sensitivity to be sensible. </div>
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I used to be told I'm emotional but now I appreciate emotions. They make me feel, live, embrace. They make me present, aware, alive. </div>
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In the end all that you've been told is just a matter of opinion from others.</div>
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And the opinion of others is just their perspective based on their own observation and personal experience.</div>
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Their opinion does<i><b> not</b></i> define you.</div>
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You define yourself.</div>
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You know yourself better.</div>
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<b>You do you.</b></div>
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May it please Allah.<br />
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Mahirah Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17343061043521271766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7514332512775177491.post-11247234077539171292017-11-27T18:16:00.001+08:002017-11-27T18:23:16.894+08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
As of 2.55pm today my biggest accomplishment is figuring out how to put that Stegosaurus together. Even that looks inferior to my son's Brachiosaurus.<br />
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Mahirah Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17343061043521271766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7514332512775177491.post-85073547797903173172017-11-14T13:29:00.000+08:002017-12-11T04:38:55.884+08:00Tarbiyah On Point<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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One day, saya rasa make up hari itu extra on point and was very pleased with how I looked. </div>
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That day of work turned out smooth and well too and I went home feeling 'up in the air'. </div>
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Setibanya di rumah, wajah penuh make up saya disambut senyum lebar anak yang memang sedang menanti Ummi untuk menyempurnakan tugas khas. </div>
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Orang lain tak cukup layak untuk tugas ini. Sanggup dan cekal dia menunggu Ummi. </div>
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Dengan wajah make up on point tadi saya pun menjalankan tugas. </div>
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Tahan nafas. Sikit lagi akan selesai. Tiba-tiba seketul lagi 'hasil' terkeluar dan jatuh berdebuk ke lantai bilik air. </div>
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Tuan-tuan dan puan-puan, dengan wajah make up on point dan bibir merah, saya mengutip tahi dengan tangan. </div>
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Waktu itu terpandang ke atas seolah-olah terpanah. </div>
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Tuhan sedang berbicara dengan saya. </div>
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"Glamourous mana pun kau rasa kau di luar sana, kau tetap pulang ke rumah untuk mengutip seketul tahi seorang manusia bergelar anak". </div>
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Sesungguhnya anak itu sebaik-baik tarbiyah. </div>
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Kadang-kadang kita rasa ibarat 'dihambakan' anak mungkin kerana kita tidak cukup menghambakan diri kepada Tuhan.</div>
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Mahirah Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17343061043521271766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7514332512775177491.post-85651366843171493502016-11-28T13:44:00.002+08:002016-11-28T13:56:57.509+08:00Put That Cape On<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It's hard, really, being a young mother these days. It's almost like you are always told to do this and that, this way, that way. Yet whatever you do, you're never good enough. <br />
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You're constantly judged, with very little acknowledgement. I was stuck in this limbo when I first became a mother.<br />
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"Your baby's too light. You should feed him formula." "You've stopped breastfeeding? Why you don't have enough milk?". </div>
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"You're working? You let others take care of your baby?!". "So you're not working now? What a waste!". </div>
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"Your baby can't talk yet? Show him YouTube!". "Eh, gadgets not good you know, can cause autism!". </div>
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"Your boy is very hyper ya!". *serves my hyper son a tray of candy*</div>
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And the list goes on, it's exasperating! PHEEWWWWW!! </div>
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Of course I was insulted and got defensive. I blamed myself for not doing enough... And that feeling like you're constantly failing just eats you up! </div>
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However over time I learned to filter unwarranted advices and comments, bearing in mind that these people <i>meant</i> well. Maybe they were just <i>genuinely</i> concerned and wanted to share their experience. But that doesn't mean I <i>have</i> to follow everything they say. </div>
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If you are <i>not</i> my parents in law, my mom, my aunts and close family members whom I <i>know</i> are always in our best interests, I thank you for your suggestions but <i>forgive</i> me if I don't take them all into practice. I'm not being stubborn or arrogant, but one can only deal with so much, you know? </div>
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In the end I decide what's best for my children and what works for us. </div>
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I have figured that there are the right ways to do things as suggested by experts on papers. And then there are also the practical ways of winging and winning this thing called parenting, while keeping our sanity. </div>
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I do believe that every mother only wants the best for their children, no matter what decisions they take or the mistakes done along the way. Somewhere deep down inside, I would like to believe they really meant to do what they thought was right at that particular time. </div>
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Who are we to judge just because we think we would have made a better decision, given the same situation? After all, we don't wear the same shoes although at some cross roads, we do walk the same path. </div>
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All we can do is support each other. And in between those crazy meltdowns and milk spills, say a prayer for one another. </div>
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Behind every mother, there need to be a group of like minded positive mothers. I am blessed to have these two among my other mommy friends who are constantly encouraging and assisting me in many ways. </div>
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We try to meet up as much as possible for our self-proclaimed compulsory Mommy Break Day. Special <u>t</u>hanks to our dearest <i>respective</i> husbands for the permission and understanding. </div>
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These two ladies, are super, I tell you! One left her career with a big corporation to stay home and raise her child, exclusively breastfed for two years too!! She's one of the most disciplined mom I know and I take her dedication as an inspiration. </div>
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The other meanwhile, must have invisible extra hands because she juggles two children with no help at home, a few growing businesses and still manage to look impeccable! <br />
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I don't know how these two do it. I don't know how you all do it!! I hope to learn as much from all of you supermoms out there!<br />
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Now where's our cape? Let's put it on and save the world one tantrum at a time! </div>
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Mahirah Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17343061043521271766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7514332512775177491.post-83212805060026078172016-11-25T19:20:00.003+08:002017-11-22T22:38:59.232+08:00My Very First<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I never quite understood why my relationship with my mother can be complicated and fragile at times, other than the hereditary stubbornness we both unfortunately possess. Until I had you. Then it all down on me that a first born holds a place like no other in a mother's heart. Not because you are cuter than the rest of your sibling neither because you are assumed to be smarter.<br />
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You are my first near death experience. That 19 hours of labour which I will repeatedly narrate to you about later, especially when you misbehave, felt like years of battle. There were moments I thought were my last. There was a point I was ready to die, literally asking God to just pull my soul out. And then my mind rushed back to you. The thought of never meeting you and you never knowing me, gathered all the strength I have left and pulled me through to give that strong last push. And then you were born. Your first cry is the sweetest song I've heard. With that faint whimper, all my pain disappeared as if it wasn't even there.<br />
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With your birth, I was reborn.<br />
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You made me a mother.<br />
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Your first year is the hardest for me. I was adjusting to you. I was adjusting to the new me.<br />
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Every new month brought new challenges. I read and read up more. I thought I knew all but nothing could have prepared me to face the wariness and worries of a mother. I wanted to kill your first fever away with my bare hands. Your first fall off the bed felt like my biggest failure ever. Your three nights in the hospital were my longest misery. <br />
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I would grow wings if I had to because all I knew is that I wanted to protect you from all the harm and evil in this world.<br />
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I've never slept so poorly. The fact that I could still wake up the next morning and still carry on to function to the fullest, never failed to amaze me. I would like to believe I have gained superpowers. Superpowers such as the ability to shower in three minutes, rinsing my hair while brushing my teeth or simply the instinct of identifying your cries and figuring out your needs. <br />
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Breathe in, breathe out. Take one day at a time they say.<br />
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But that is not all I have gained. There were stretchmarks, post-pregnancy weight and scars that I couldn't stand in front of the mirror long enough to watch them. There are days I couldn't recognize my body anymore. I broke down the first time I tried to squeeze in my pants after I had you. I assure you that particular pair of pants never saw the light of day again. How dare it betray me?<br />
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As I watch you grow my child, I realize how much I have grown too.<br />
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You taught me patience and innocence.<br />
You made me new. You made me better.<br />
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May we all please Allah.<br />
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Lots of love,<br />
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Mahirah Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17343061043521271766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7514332512775177491.post-86827748231178695092016-11-25T11:19:00.002+08:002016-11-25T19:29:21.551+08:00Adamtivity<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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If you have met my son Adam you would know that he can't sit still for more than ten minutes. That ten minutes could be his milk break, cartoon shows that he really likes, him working on a mischievous secret project behind our sofa or when he's very very very exhausted.<br />
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It's so hard to keep up with him! Now that he has turned three with ever growing vocabulary.... My God! The questions never end and the talking don't stop until he falls asleep. My husband and I will usually end up laughing listening to his stories. So entertaining and amusing but also headache inducing when they surpass midnight LOL. <br />
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Anyhow, so in my conscious effort to engage him in fun eduplay sessions which also work as a great bonding time for us, I prepared a Fun Learning Folder for our Adam with referral to homeschooling blogs and YouTube like<a href="http://www.shelfwork.com/" target="_blank"> Shelfwork</a>, with great tips from <a href="http://heidistjohn.com/homeschooling/how-we-homeschool-part-3-homeschooling-with-toddlers" target="_blank">Heidi</a>. <br />
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I put together the folder myself according to what I think suits his level and interest. I'm not pressuring him (contrary to what my mom thinks I'm doing 😜) and I'm definitely not expecting him to memorize ABC 123 in a snap.<br />
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Mahirah Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17343061043521271766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7514332512775177491.post-1468821265950967902016-11-20T00:13:00.001+08:002016-11-22T20:32:49.066+08:00Rocking It<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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While motherhood is the most wonderful thing that has happened to me, it is also the MOST challenging. No one said it's going to be easy. In fact it's the most difficult job ever. </div>
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I am lucky enough to have experienced a few different phases from being a FTWM with a demanding work schedule and then a SAHM after I resigned and occasionally a WAHM doing multiple jobs from the crafting to freelance translating, copywriting and doing voice over in my cupboard, for real. And now I'm currently a PTWM with numerous tasks nonetheless, with help at home. </div>
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Throughout all these phases there were ups and downs, pros and cons. But one thing remains the same; That pang of guilt whenever I can't tend to my kids. Or whenever I can't be there for them, with them. Or when I just constantly feel like I'm failing at it. </div>
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Mahirah Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17343061043521271766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7514332512775177491.post-60111631085176751462016-10-28T21:01:00.000+08:002016-11-22T21:02:47.414+08:0010sational<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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But behold! Don't be fooled by her girly charm for this one is a hustler and she hustles good! Now as her personality blossoms, we can see she is very determined to get what she wants especially if that thing belongs to the Big Brother hihi. </div>
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A little rebel, she defies the normal development milestone. She sits right up from lying on her back, dread tummy time, started standing up with support and only starting to roll at ten months. Now she refuses to crawl but moves forward with her bump which is really funny! And soon she will be walking and we'll be running after two toddlers eeekkkk!!<br />
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Mahirah Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17343061043521271766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7514332512775177491.post-64132916624663303862016-09-13T13:57:00.001+08:002016-09-13T14:41:32.049+08:00Growing Forward<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Having a child will drive you crazy. But it will also drive you forward. The old you will die in labor and you will be reincarnated as a better person. Selfless, motivated, focused. Waking up in the morning will be purposeful. And you don't want to be slacking because every moment counts and there's no turning back once a grief mistake is done. But be as careful with the small overlooked mistakes as well because if left uncorrected, they can leave a huge impact on both your child and you.</div>
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Mahirah Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17343061043521271766noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7514332512775177491.post-33110863260557508202016-09-05T23:33:00.000+08:002016-09-05T23:33:55.448+08:00Being There<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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As a child of a working mom, I didn't remember her hours of absence during the day or moments I had to play with the helper, but rather the feelings I experienced when I spent time with her. I remembered the warmth of security, assurance and comfort provided through our quality time together, albeit discounted short mostly. I wanted more time with her, but I understood she had to do what she had to in order to provide us with the best.</div>
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Reflecting on this, made me took many conscious decisions in order to have more time with my children. Not just being physically there, but being actively involved and present emotionally, mentally too. I didn't leave my full time job to let the idiot box babysit my Precious Two.<br />
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I believe if we can gain their trust from their early days by being interested and encouraging in whatever they do, it would make it easier for them to open up later on especially during their hormonal teenage years where things can take a sharp turn. We've been there, thinking that our parents didn't care and had no idea what we were going through. Thing is we just didn't know we needed their help. We caved in and shut them out.<br />
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Mahirah Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17343061043521271766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7514332512775177491.post-11445667032625806082016-09-02T08:28:00.001+08:002016-09-05T22:48:35.208+08:00Buah Hati Penyerang Jantung<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Mahirah Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17343061043521271766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7514332512775177491.post-83917711083802641242016-04-27T16:26:00.001+08:002016-04-27T16:34:08.290+08:00Double Trouble<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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As a person who could hardly keep pets alive as a child, I wake up every morning thanking God for trusting me with my two beautiful children. The second time as a mom, I'm much calmer and not as clueless. But that doesn't discount any worries I have regarding my children's wellbeing. </div>
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I never knew one could love someone so much that you become both fearless and fearful at the same time. The day I became a mother I was reborn as a new person. So selfless until I almost lose myself.</div>
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When you are mother, you become fearless enough to wrestle a lion. You promise to guard your children against every possible thing that could harm them. But at the same time you are also fearful of all the threats the world pose. They will grow up and away from you no matter how much you dread that moment. But you love them anyway, in every way you know and could.</div>
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As a mom I like to reflect on my childhood days. What I thought of as a child, what I wanted and expected from my own parents, how I viewed the world. </div>
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I guess when you become a parent yourself you will try to provide what you feel you lacked as a child. Some parents worked really hard to provide a good life for their family because they grew up in hardship. Some parents pushed their children academically because they didn't have much opportunities to enjoy education. Some, like me, try their best to ensure their kids never feel alone.</div>
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I don't want my kids to think they come second, ever. Not to my career, not to my phone, not to anything. </div>
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It's hard being a mother, really.<br />
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Mahirah Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17343061043521271766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7514332512775177491.post-20194950271334634732016-04-26T14:06:00.002+08:002016-04-26T14:07:25.813+08:00Please Watch Redha!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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If you are a parent with an autistic child, please go watch Redha. You will gain more strength and courage, knowing you are not alone. You will feel proud of yourself for the outstanding amount of patience you possess and be even more grateful to have been blessed with an 'anak syurga'.</div>
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If you are a parent, please go watch Redha. You will be thankful for your children and appreciate them even more. You will learn to read the 'clues' of autism and may you have the strength to<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"> face the reality if you discover something different about your child.</span></div>
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If you are single, soon to be married or soon to be parents, please go watch Redha. You will have a glimpse into parenthood and be prepared for the worst. You will learn to accept anything and everything that comes with your child.</div>
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Mahirah Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17343061043521271766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7514332512775177491.post-57523732176129721802016-04-14T13:28:00.000+08:002016-04-26T14:07:59.291+08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Naked. That is not a good feeling. The last time I was naked in public was probably the day I came out of my mum's uterus."</blockquote>
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I wrote these words on January 12th 2010 and since that A LOT of things have happened. Well nothing major you know - I got engaged, I dived into the media industry, I got married, I got my own place, I revived my biz, I popped out two kids. <i>Just</i> that! HAHA</div>
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Looking back and scrolling through every post ever written in this blog makes me go "What on earth was I thinking??" probably a hundred times and so many "OMG I was so poyo!!" moments. It is hilarious to read through my own mind for the past few years and reflect on my growth, how much I have changed, for the better of course. My priorities are clearly different today, but my urge to write down my thoughts and spill out words onto this page somehow remains the same.</div>
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As a very reflective person and at times neurotic, I always blog 'imaginarily' but never had the time to type it all properly. I hope this time around I will be more disciplined in finding the opportunity to keep this space from being abandoned again. In all honesty I like the idea of blogging as it is actually a way to 'empty' my rush of thoughts and a good way to document memories, all those important moments and milestones. And for a higher purpose, I hope this humble page will help inspire others in its own small way, especially my children - a way for them to know their mother from her younger days as a person, not the dictator that feeds them and track down their early days too. All the drools, snots and whatnots. Surely it will all be recorded kids!</div>
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Speaking of inspirations, what triggered me to finally update Hidden Jewels is a few surprising comments and messages from my readers who said they miss reading this blog! I will work my best not to disappoint you and I hope we will all learn something from each other.</div>
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Mahirah Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17343061043521271766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7514332512775177491.post-30311416906053448572013-10-22T23:02:00.003+08:002013-10-22T23:02:42.077+08:00One more<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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What I find more admirable than a knowledgable person is a person who is in constant search for knowledge, with the awareness that intelligence increase together with humility. </div>
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And that is exactly the kind of person you are, always humble despite of your achievements. I'm so proud of your latest milestone and I know you will achieve even more in the future. </div>
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Now that you have everything, I pray that soon you will find yourself in the hands of an equally wonderful person who will guide and guard you always with all the love in the world that you deserve.</div>
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Have a blessed 27th birthday, <i><a href="http://www.dynamicalreality.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Kakak</a></i>!</div>
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Mahirah Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17343061043521271766noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7514332512775177491.post-11315600911499777222013-09-13T02:21:00.000+08:002013-09-13T02:21:46.833+08:00Hang in there <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I can't wait to see you too, love. But for now please stay safe in there. Never mind me, for I am willing to go through all the pain in the world, as long as you don't have to. </div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">or probably in RANDOM PARTS coz babe, I now have wifely duties to do, okay!</span><br />
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iends. However, the merchant is always in great fear that she might run away with some other men. He too, loved his second wife. She was a very considerate person, always patient and in fact is the merchant's confidante. Whenever the merchant faced some problems, he always turned to his second wife and she would always help him out and tide him through difficult times. Now, the merchant's first wife was a very loyal partner and has made great contributions in maintaining his wealth and business as well as taking care of the household. However, the merchant did not love the first wife and although she loved him deeply, he hardly took notice of her. </div>
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One day, the merchant fell ill. Before long, he knew that he was going to die soon. He thought of his luxurious life and told himself, "Now I have four wives with me. But when I die, I'll be alone. How lonely I'll be!" Thus, he asked the fourth wife, "I loved you most, endowed you with the finest clothing and showered great care over you. Now that I'm dying, will you follow me and keep me company?" "No way!" replied the fourth wife and she walked away without another word. The answer cut like a sharp knife right into the merchant's heart.</div>
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Actually, we all have 4 wives in our lives. The fourth wife is our body. No matter how much time and effort we lavish in making it look good, it'll never live with us when we die. Our third wife? Our possessions, status and wealth. When we die, they all go to others. The second wife is our family and friends. No matter how close they had been there for us when we're alive, the furthest they can stay by us is up to the grave. </div>
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Twenty four hours. That is all we get. So I promised myself to make every minute count. Determined not to spend a second on something or someone unworthy. To the trash all non-constructive thoughts.
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I entered the year with no expectation but half way through it I find myself content and complete, often humbled by His 'cheeky' way of pulling me closer and closer.
Three to four years ago even the smallest mishap would stress me. I was a hardheaded go-getter that didn't allow myself any mistake. How silly I was, not to realize that it is through mistakes one grow. </div>
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And now here I am, taking a day at a time, with not much expectation but just constant determination to give my best.
If a thing or two don't go my way, I'll get excited, smiling up to Him wondering what's in store. Because through out all these years, in the bleakest of time, all that He has taken away, He replaced with better ones beyond my belief.
And for everything that came my way, for each thing that is gone, for everyone that I have with me now and for each person that left, I am beyond grateful.
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Twenty four is the age where I am transitioning in every aspect. From my personal life to my career path. I'm doing it a little different this time. Instead of a whimsical get together with many friends at once, I celebrated it intimately with closed ones that truly matters with full gratitude. For a change, I gave Mum a gift in return for all the love she has showered me with. I will miss seeing her everyday because that will change in a few months time. I shall force myself to end this post before I dwell in my homesickness which has begun even before I move out of the house. </div>
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</div>Mahirah Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17343061043521271766noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7514332512775177491.post-64890100891466821332011-11-11T19:20:00.001+08:002011-11-11T19:29:44.235+08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
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<div style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">‘Aisha <i>r.a.</i> and the Prophet <em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">s.a.w.</em> would use code language with each other denoting their love. She asked the Prophet <em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">s.a.w</em> how he would describe his love for her. The Prophet Muhammad answered, saying: “Like a strong binding knot.” The more you tug, the stronger it gets, in other words.<br />
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</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #1b1b1b; font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Every so often ‘Aisha would playfully ask, “How is the knot?” The Prophet <em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">s.a.w </em> would answer, “As strong as the first day (you asked).”</div></div>Mahirah Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17343061043521271766noreply@blogger.com0