I'm at work right now, on a Saturday morning afternoon, while my husband and son are at home. Husband just called me to say his friends are coming over with food, so I have no rush to get home, which is why I'm blogging first, heh. However we have a majlis maulid to attend later on, Insha'Allah, so I got to go back ard 1pm I think.

I kindof feel sad that we aren't really going to as many majlis maulids as we can. Sometimes it's due to lack of transport or totally confusion as how to get to the masjids, and sometimes because we don't really know the Ustaz doing the maulid..

Thinking back on what the Ummi at Hj Zaki's house said the other time, at her area at Indonesia, between 1 Rabiulawal to 12 Rabiulawal, she has about 5 to 6 majlis maulid each day, starting from subuh right up to after isya'. 12 x 6 = 72 majlis!

That is why I'm kindof in awe of Husband's cousin and his wife for organising the majlis maulid today. I totally respect married couples who are very intouch with their religion, and especially those who instilled that love for Islam into their kids too. Insha'Allah, I want to do the same with my son.

Yesterday Husband bought 2 more small kompangs for our house. Haha, totally cute tau, we do a "jamming session" (to borrow SimplyIslam's way of calling it, heh) of lagu2 nasyid after Maghrib or Isya' prayers. Alhamdulillah, Hyder knows a few songs already, so he goes "Tala'al Baby" (instead of Tala'al Badaru!) He already knows the 2nd line of the song too! Allahu Allahu is another favourite, and also La Illah. When we do Burdah he gets very quiet and dengan mata feeling2 main kompang! Hahahaha. Geram sangat.

Now there are going to be those who will say, why do I have to highlight this on my blog? Nak show off ke yang anak dah pandai?

That's not my intention, Astargfirlah.

This blog is also to note down my son's progress, and if you guys want to share the joy of seeing my child grow up, why not?

Insha'Allah bila Hyder dah besar nanti, jadi alim ulama (AMIN! AMIN! AMIN YA RABBI AL AMIN!) at least we know at what age dia dah start pandai nyanyi Qasidah. Heh.

When I think back about that night at Ustaz Abu Zaki's house, with those blessed ladies, I feel so .. what's the word eh? Sad? Happy? Sebak? You know, I didn't get the opportunity to meet the hababah again. She went back to Indonesia on 10th March, and you have no idea how heavy my heart was on that day. I miss her, despite only seeing her once.

She was so proper, so into Islam, it makes me realise just how far I am from there. Here's an example - she's nearing 100 years old, and she can't walk (her son-in-law carries her around) She was asked if she wants to use a plate instead, so it's easier for her to eat, rather than bending over and eating from the dulang like the rest. She said if she were to use a plate instead of eating from the dulang like the rest of us, dah 5 dosa dia. Sadly I acn't remember what they are specifically, but it has something to do with nak bezakan diri, etc etc.

Nak pakai tissue, dia baca doa dulu. Kalau boleh nak kain, tak nak pakai tissue. Bazir, coz lepas pakai sekali terus buang.

She was the cutest old lady ever, and I wish I can see her again, Insha'Allah.

That night made me realise just how inadequate I am as a Muslimah. Pakai tudung, pakai jubah, but what about akhlak? Adab? Solat 5 waktu, but is it accepted by Allah swt?

It also kindof got me thinking, how much time do I have left on earth? When I die, will I get to be with Nabi Muhamad (saw)? How do I face him, when here on earth I am just so inadequate? Kalau lets say yang wajib dah buat, what about yang sunnah?

In the words of that RTM1 newscaster, fikir-fikirkanlah.

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