Hues of dewdrops: Thank you, Allah…

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Thank you, Allah…

It rained last night…yes! Alhamdulillah…

Thank you, Allah...

For an hour or so, it went. Heavy and strong…..

My other half and I were so happy, we went out, to have a feel of the heavenly drops on our heads, even though the clock showed that it was a quarter to midnight…our neighbours might have thought we have gone crazy…we did not care…

It was such a wonderful sight! Our droopy plants because of the long duration of heat spell, suddenly became alive and swayed in the winds, amid the pitter patter, as though they were enjoying themselves…singing and dancing, full of praises to the Bringer of Life…

This morning, we had a garden breakfast…taking in breaths of fresh air (which days before were affected by the haze).

Last week, we tried or hands on playing badminton (not because someone said something about the game, which became an issue, okay? :-) ) but because we just wanted to loosen our hinges and get our sweats out. But then, only for a few minutes. The sweltering heat pushed us back indoors. But at least we still had the opportunity to enjoy breakfast in the garden.

We moved into this new abode of ours just a little over a year ago.

Since then, it has given us countless moments of pleasure and serenity…

Talking about the recent bouts in Dengue Fever…This morning, I made some cuttings of the tiny blue flowery fragrant leaved plants which I bought from a flower garden at Sungai Buloh quite some time ago. The lady who sold it said the plant is from China and loves the sun. “It is a natural mosquito repellent, you know?”

I think I believe her because there are hardly any mosquitoes around the garden here. The cuttings were for my colleagues and friends…easy to propagate. Just place the cuttings in soil and watch the leaves unfold…Insha Allah…they add a vibrant colour to your garden too!

Thank you Allah, once again…for everything…

1 comment:

Al-Manar said...: Umi,

I would have been here earlier had I known yuor return. Makcik has asked me a few times about you two. What could I say - university people, busy!

The top picture is our familiar sight - pucuk jambu golok in Terengganu. The long dry months did not kill our two plants but damaged the flowers and the subsequent fruits which became shrunk and deformed without water content. Within this month we have rain on two evenings. That is not nearly enough.

Well, hope to see more of you. We really like to hear about the family, number and ages.; June 9, 2014 at 9:08 AM

These dewdrops...

These dewdrops of opaline hues…
Clinging on till their time is due…
But even in that tiny spell…
They do their best to dwell…
On their duty to dispel…
The rays dancing through their prismic crystal…
As such too we should do…
As long as our hearts still continue to chime…
And the early morning rays spill of sunshine...
When hark! Our ears behold sweet melodies from our feathery friend…
Then good deeds, helping hands we should lend...
True to our words as long as we can still stand…
While beneath our feet, this good earth lay…
Whose days too are numbered and ebbing away…
Just like the dewdrops which sit fizzling…
On edges of leaves so green and appealing…
And on petal rims softly unfolding…

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I wanted this book to be of use regularly, always referred to, to act as a fountain of ideas for those who aspire to be writers and wish to live as one. This book is about writing. Therefore, do not just read it. Instead, use it. Often. Flick through it, roll your eyes and move your fingers across its pages, fold over its edges so you may remember where you suddenly pick up some important points along the way. Make full use of the book. Let the pages be limp with use. Then, don’t forget to write! ("You Want to Write?" is written in the Malay Language (Bahasa Melayu)).

My Fifth Book..

The changing of the guards atop the stone fence encircling the old city has always been the object of intrigue for a pair of huge eyes, belonging to a maiden; behind closed windows and iron bars..a princess by the name of Salsabila. So was the hustle and bustle down at the market square; the bartering, the calls for merchandise spilling over the small lanes. How exciting! But alas! The princess could only watch from up in the tower. Was Princess Salsabila able to make her dream come true? To be able to immerse herself in the streets without revealing who she really was? What could she do? What were her tactics? (This book is published in the Malay Language or Bahasa Melayu).

Book Summary

Insyirah further extends her studies to another part of the globe in the field of medicine. Being far away from her family and friends did not deter nor dampen her spirit in her pursuit to be a doctor. She pays special attention to her well-being as a practising Muslim; in her clothing, in her manners as well as the way she carries herself while carrying out her daily affairs in the western part of the world. Steadfast in faith (iman) becomes her guiding torch whilst carrying on with her life in a land so far away. Her helpful and understanding housemates and friends (though not of the same faith), tinged her life with colourful events even though it is full of ups and downs. But then, her previous memories with Ilham Budi (whom she had to break up with because of family objections and interference due to different status and family background) continue to haunt her…(This book is a sequel to the book “Daffodil Untuk Insyirah and is published in Bahasa Melayu)

Blurb On The Book Cover

“The scarf! Its colour! How lovely! Purple. Not as dark as the remia. In a delightful softer hue. Indeed it is my favourite shade!” said Hanis, her voice in a muffled tone. Nurul smiled. Flashing her even white teeth, she said, “ Hanis! If you really want to know, that is the colour of lavender!” Hanis asked, her face puzzled, “Lavendar? What is that?” “Well! You have fallen in love with the colour. You haven’t even tasted its scent! Certainly, it will drive you raving mad! Hahaha!” Nurul replied with laughter. “The lavender plant only grows in a place blessed with the four seasons. Like in England! So, if you want so much to be able to see it with your own eyes then this is what you would have to do! Study hard. Motivate yourself so much so that one day you will be able to be in that place of your dreams…the land of the English lavender, okay?” said Nurul, further instilling Hanis’s heart. There was silence. But then in an instant, the look in Hanis’s eyes moved further and further away towards the unseen distance…(Published in Bahasa Melayu)

Book Summary

He emerged gleaming like a drop of glistening pearl. Afiq was a victim of a broken home, being brought up by his granny back at the kampung. To overcome his sense of insecurity and despair, he often rebelled and resort to bullying at school. Switching schools while living back and forth, between his mother and father’s abode was a normal routine. Experiences got the better of him and eventually he matured; when one day, his father, Haji Azam put him in a school. From that moment on, his life took a turn. The purifying touch from Sekolah Al Muttaqeen...(Published in Bahasa Melayu)

Book Summary

For the first time in her life, Insyirah had the opportunity to further her studies at Sheffield, United Kingdom, a place very much foreign to her. Circumstances became much easier as she had her cousin Iskandar who was already there. How would a young girl be able to cope with all the challenges of life in a country whereby the culture was very much different to the one that she had been used to before? Find out how Insyirah dealt with obstacles in her life and matured ultimately, her life interspersed with events, colouring it with lovely memories, as beautiful as the daffodils...(The book is published in Bahasa Melayu)

Hues of dewdrops

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Thank you, Allah…

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