tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15129215618998623882024-03-13T20:04:29.121-07:00HAFIZ NUR YUSUFF - MY JOURNEYMy Dad said that this blog is specially for me. My Dad and Mom will narrate all about my life here.When I grow up Dad and Mom will hand over this blog to me perhaps I will continue and telling you more about my journey. My journey just started last week. Thanks to Dad and Mom for giving me this beautiful life and for me to recognise this beautiful world.Hafiz Nur Yusuffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00116960492521177792noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512921561899862388.post-59802301491491874762009-12-03T05:51:00.000-08:002009-12-03T06:47:31.936-08:00<div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Today Is My Birthday</span></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZhtIu574KU/SxfDGU8tkgI/AAAAAAAAAJY/HIzXO_YqiHQ/s1600-h/gsmbsr+snsk+snsk+dsn+wife+028.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZhtIu574KU/SxfDGU8tkgI/AAAAAAAAAJY/HIzXO_YqiHQ/s320/gsmbsr+snsk+snsk+dsn+wife+028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411007990778925570" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">This morning Mom brought me and Hadi to town. I thought Mom will go to Bintang or Giant for groceries. Instead, Mom drove straight to a cake shop. At front of the shop was written 'Secret Recipe'. I saw so many varieties of cakes and made my mouth watering. It must be very delicious and I would like to taste all of them. Mom told me that today is a very special day. I was not sure to whom that special day was meant to. Hadi hold me tight, afraid that I might destroy the cakes that were displayed. I saw Mom selected the biggest and the most beautiful one and on top of it was written ' Happy Birthday Yusuff'. I still cannot understand what is the special occasion and why my name was written on top of the cake. I saw Mom trust a huge notes to the girl behind the counter. It must be very expensive.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Then Mom stop again at another shop to buy some balloons. I like balloon very much and I admire its wonderful colors. Brother Ikhlas used to blow a balloon for me and I will punch it up to the sky. Mom said, tonight everybody will blow all the balloons and to be hanged from the ceiling and wall. I still wondering why everybody seems to be happy to celebrate the day with cake and balloons.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Finally I asked Mom what was all about. Mom told me that I am growing older by a year now and today is my 2nd birthday. Mom kissed me and wish me all the best and to be a very obedient and wonderful son. Lastly Mom convey a message from Dad wishing me a wonderful and prosperous happy birthday.</span><br /></div>Hafiz Nur Yusuffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00116960492521177792noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512921561899862388.post-25505827032021295172009-12-02T08:01:00.000-08:002009-12-02T08:46:05.976-08:00<div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I Hurt My Index Finger</span></span><br />.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZhtIu574KU/SxaQwEOEtsI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/uWyBhXyGoOE/s1600-h/gsmbsr+snsk+snsk+dsn+wife+016.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZhtIu574KU/SxaQwEOEtsI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/uWyBhXyGoOE/s320/gsmbsr+snsk+snsk+dsn+wife+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410671157773121218" border="0" /></a>Everyday when I woke up in the morning, I will find Adah. I like and adore her very much. Brother Ikhlas likes to tease me very much, that is why I dislike him. Sometimes I will roam around my brother's and sister's rooms try to find something interesting. I would snatch their belongings and run quickly down stairs and hide behind Mom for protection if they try to catch me. It was so great for being naughty for a while. After all, I would recognize that Mom would never punish me instead of my sisters and brothers. Being the youngest in the family is an additional advantage that I have.<br />.<br />Last few days, they refused to let me be in their rooms. I was crying and trying to push the door to let me in. I felt I was big enough like a monster to push the door with my whole strength and energy. While I was trying to push in and the others were trying to prevent me from entering, inadvertently, I could feel my index finger was feeling numb. In seconds, I saw blood rushing profusely from my index finger and dripping to the floor, as red as tomato sauce. I was scared and started to feel a terrible pain. I screamed and turned myself into hysteria. I could never think of anything accept trying to find Mom. Everybody was panicking to witness the tragedy.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Mom immediately rushing upstairs to find out what was happening to me. Mom got hold of me and checked my finger and noticed that my nail was peeled off. I never stopped crying and hoping the pain will cease instantly. I keep on showing my finger to Mom and hoping that she will do some mantra for miracle to happen. Instead, Mom took me to the kitchen and start washing my finger and bandage it with a cloth. The whole day I was lying beside Mom and can feel that my finger started to swollen. Then everybody came down and surrounded me and sympathized to what had happened to me and asked for forgiveness.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Mom said, I am still too small to act as a big boy. I need to learn how to walk before I can learn how to run.</span><br /></div>Hafiz Nur Yusuffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00116960492521177792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512921561899862388.post-67953230486400258812009-11-30T23:30:00.000-08:002009-11-30T23:38:19.527-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">It Was Over A Year</span></span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZhtIu574KU/SxTHpXRh0UI/AAAAAAAAAJI/2L9KKXM6588/s1600/gambar+cuti+136.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZhtIu574KU/SxTHpXRh0UI/AAAAAAAAAJI/2L9KKXM6588/s320/gambar+cuti+136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410168565814907202" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZhtIu574KU/SxTHAjMMmaI/AAAAAAAAAJA/XGzZGaN5iyw/s1600/gambar+cuti+139.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZhtIu574KU/SxTHAjMMmaI/AAAAAAAAAJA/XGzZGaN5iyw/s320/gambar+cuti+139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410167864639134114" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It was over a year that Dad had not penned down in my blog. I keep on waiting for Dad to narrate my story and progress. I asked Mom why my blog stagnant for sometimes with no updates. Mom told me that Dad was terribly busy with his job. I try to comprehend the way Dad handled his life but I was wondering why Dad keep on updating his own blog? Hhhmmmm...... I didn't blame Dad for that but I wish Dad will make his best endeavor to make my journey very meaningful.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Every time when Dad phoned Mom, Dad will ask Mom to put the hand phone to my ear. I can hear what Dad said but I just could not reply. Now, I started to learn few words from my sisters and brothers. Mom said that my vocabulary is improving even the syllables are not perfect. This is the way we learn things when we grow up, said Mom. I tend to appreciate my life more now since I have learned many things as I progress. </span></div>Hafiz Nur Yusuffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00116960492521177792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512921561899862388.post-82831936113332476322009-11-30T04:41:00.000-08:002009-11-30T05:26:49.161-08:00<div style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I Miss You So Much</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZhtIu574KU/SxO_aajIVgI/AAAAAAAAAIw/zdph6sMl1E0/s1600/gambar+cuti+029.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZhtIu574KU/SxO_aajIVgI/AAAAAAAAAIw/zdph6sMl1E0/s320/gambar+cuti+029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409878037926270466" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">One day, I was asking mom where is Dad. Mom replied that Dad was away from home. Dad got to work and finish his job. I cannot fathom what is meant by 'work and job'. Why need to go far away for a job or to work. I feel perplexed for quite sometimes trying to understand the explanation from Mom. Mom told me that I could never understand what does that mean because I was too young to deal with adult's activities. Mom continued that, job or work is the activity that when people did it, they will get paid with money. With that money Mom will by me new clothes. With that money Mom will get me a ride on Panda. I try to comprehend every description but it was hard.... Mom reminded me that when I am big enough, I would also go to work. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Everyday, I will play with sister Adah. She will case me first and I will run down stairs and jump into a sofa. Then I will case her in retaliation and will cry if I could not catch her. Mom will scold Adah if I started to cry. Sometimes I were left alone if everybody went to school. I was hoping that Dad will be around so that I could play hide and seek with him. I miss Dad so much. I seldom see him. When Dad arrived home abruptly, I was so shy to introduce myself. I used to hide behind Mom. One thing I know for sure was, Dad will grasp and hold me tightly and lifted me from the floor and kiss me roughly. I can feel Dad's beard pocking to my cheek and I despise it. </span><br /></div>Hafiz Nur Yusuffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00116960492521177792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512921561899862388.post-43409808212637245392008-01-29T23:02:00.000-08:002008-01-29T23:59:16.198-08:00<div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>January 21st, 2008</strong></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161175438617067234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pZhtIu574KU/R6Att2I9vuI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XeiOAW5uAZk/s320/gambar+yusuff+013.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">January 21st, 2008 was my memorable date. I will never forget this date for the rest of my life. I dont know how to describe this date, whether it was really a significant and brutal date to remember. Anyway, for sure it really added some spices to my life so that I would be ready for the next day for what ever happen. I believed what Mom said to me earlier that the tests and hurdles that I was going through will break the jinx and will make me stronger.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dad took a leave after came back from his journey. I noticed that he was still tired and caught a flu from a bad cold winter. I pity him. He pity me too with my condition so in other words we were pity each other. Dad told Mom to get ready by 11.45 a.m and to let me fast by 11.00 a.m. I was still strugling with the pain and grandma just put me in her arms and comforting me. I saw Dad was busy at his computer and Mom was preparing food for bro Ikhlas and sis Adah after returned from kindergarten. From time to time I continued my crying irritatingly and at the same time I just wondered how the operation will feel like. I was really scared to death. Only god knows how I felt.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mom packed her clothes too since she will accompany me at the hospital. A doctor told Mom at least a day to stay during last visit. When we arrived at the registration counter and finalised the payment, we were brought into the pediatric ward. It was quiet and there were two other patients sharing with me. I was feeling so hungry. My stomach started pressing and twisting hard for food. All I managed to do was crying continously. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dr Zul visited me about 2.30 pm. I heard he was explaining to Dad what will be the operation like and it will be a quick operation. The Doctor told that he needed to close the holes between my abdoment and the groin at the right and left. About one and a half inches long for each side. I saw Dad was focusing his mind to the doctor and fowarded few questions for clarity. Eventhough I was not fully understood but I swear that it was going to be another terrible thing to happen. Now I realised that within two months I visited the doctors more than five times.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I was sad when Mom surrendered me to a nurse. I was crying asking her not to leave me. But what could I say? I was helpless and hungry. The last words I heard Mom said was be a brave boy and get well soon. Mom and Dad are dear to me. They were always beside me when I was facing any problem. Their words miraclously adding some strengh for me to endure the painful moment.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I dont really know what did the doctor do to me. I only realised that I was handed over to my parents a moment later. Everything seemed to be fine. I saw Dad was patiently waiting for me and give me some kisses. "Everything is going to be fine". That what Dad said to me. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dad said that life is a journey. We are the one who will destine our journey. Either we will end up in the perfect destination or slip along the way. It depends on how we are going to handle it through our wisdom and knowledge. My life just started. And I learned that life is not that easy to handle. And I wish that the I could avoid anything bumpy and slippery so as to reach my perfect destination.</span></div></div>Hafiz Nur Yusuffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00116960492521177792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512921561899862388.post-53886873270415930632008-01-25T05:59:00.000-08:002008-01-25T06:50:42.308-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">My Sleepless Night<br /></div><p align="center"></span></strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159425969588387522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pZhtIu574KU/R5n2lWI9vsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/XQIcpZjplz0/s320/sg+buluh+dan+yusuff+086.JPG" border="0" /><br />I dont really feel comfortable since Dad left. I was crying all the time. I was sleepless during day and night. I wish I could tell Mom what is the problem. Mom always thought that I was crying because I was feeling hungry and warm. She put my mouth to her nipple but the discomfort feeling never subside. She stripped my clothers but I was still crying. The thing is that I was feeling so painful between my abdoment and groin. I dont know what it was but everytime when I try to move I can feel the pain. I pity Mom. Whenever I cry, she will also cry. My sleepless night will be her sleepless night too<br />.<br />The next day Mom discover that there was a hard lump near my groin. The lump will grow bigger whenever I cry and this make Mom little bit nervous and panic. Grandma told Mom that possibly it was a 'hernia' and grandma continue saying that operation might be neccesary. I was scared. This must be something to do with seeing a doctor again. I already experience lot, please not again. For sure this must be dealing with needle again. Perhaps this is my closest assumption.<br />.<br />That night I heard Mom was talking to Dad. Dad already in Turkmenistan. Mom told Dad what had happened to me. They were discussing something going to the clinic tomorrow morning. I only managed to hear their conversation from a distance.<br />.<br />That morning Mom brought me to meet Dr. Khatijah. She stripped me naked and inspect my abdoment and groin and comfirmed that it was a hernia. She told Mom to take me to the hospital immediately for an operation. My heart was beating so fast. I can see Mom's face with a weird expression. I know Mom was worry about me and definately Dad will be worry about me too.</p><p align="center"> </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sometimes, I feel that this world is unfair. This world is cruel. This world is full of probability and possibility. You can never expect what is the going to happen. Mom said that perhaps this is the first test that I am facing. If I remain strong and brave I will clear this test and the next test will be easier for me to handle.</span></p>Hafiz Nur Yusuffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00116960492521177792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512921561899862388.post-45337392349761914332008-01-25T05:20:00.000-08:002008-01-25T05:59:06.750-08:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Going On The Jet Plane</span></strong><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159411774721474226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pZhtIu574KU/R5nprGI9vrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/JJjv6gqbk8U/s320/balqis+dan+outstation+003.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dad told me that he will be away for 10 days. He will be on the jet plane. I can imagine that the places will be far away from me. I will miss Dad so much. I will miss his kisses and and I will miss his hugs as well. Dad said that he is going to have a meeting in Istanbul and Turkmenistan. I already knew Bandar Sungai Buaya but this two places are very alient to me. Dad said if I want to go there, just keep a wish in my heart and that intention will florish when I grow up.</span></div><div align="center">.<br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mom told me that Dad is going for work and he got to complete his mission. Honestly I dont really know what Dad is doing. But the way I look and feel about it, Dad must be a very busy man. Mom always reminded me that I also can be like Dad flying high in the sky and travel all over the world if I work hard and be a smart boy.</span></div><div align="center">.<br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I saw Dad was packing his clothes into the huge luggage and Mom was assisting Dad to arrange the clothes. The way I looked at it Dad is going to have a very long journey. Dad told Mom that his friend will drive him to the airport. I wish I can send Dad because I also wish to see the airport. Mom told me that the airport is for the jet plane to land and take off. The jet plane can take me up high in the sky like an eagle spread its wings and gliding in the blue sky. It must be a very wonderful journey.</span></div><div align="center">.<br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Suddenly I heard that Dad's friend unable to make it because his maid ran away. Dad got no other choice but to inform Mom to take him to the airport. So Dad asked Bro Ubai, and granma to accompany him so that grandma can take care off me when return from the airport. I cannot remember anything along the journey because Mom told me I was sleeping soundly.</span></div><div align="center">.<br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sis Kiz already left me but now Dad already flew away. I dont know when will others are going to leave me because one day, I'm going to miss everybody. Mom came to comfort me saying that the life is like a season, always comes and goes. There will be a time when the autumn will replace the summer, the spring will replace the winter, the summer will replace the spring and the winter will replace the summer. But life must go on...........</span></div>Hafiz Nur Yusuffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00116960492521177792noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512921561899862388.post-23693830120614482822008-01-06T06:57:00.000-08:002008-01-07T04:30:49.655-08:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Meeting a Doctor Again</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152378734525083010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pZhtIu574KU/R4DtKRuk7YI/AAAAAAAAAE0/szkioeEMMBo/s320/sg+buluh+dan+yusuff+084.JPG" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mom brought me to see a doctor again. This time was for the hipertitis B injection, the first dose. Since Dad was so busy at home, grand dad has to drive us to the clinic. Everybody was in the car except my two big brothers. As usual they would prefer to play football. I was indeed so scared and this was another nightmare to experient. I felt like to tell mom that it was enough. I did not think mom would really bother to listen to my complaint. I know, as usual mom will tell me that this will be the time for me to be a hero. I have heard these words for so many times and can speak her mind already.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152378369452862834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pZhtIu574KU/R4Ds1Buk7XI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nsnHPgsR8g0/s320/sg+buluh+dan+yusuff+078.JPG" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">First when we entered the doctor's room, mom will greet with salam. The doctor was a lady and mom told me that this was the doctor that mom brought all my brothers and sisters to see her when they were small. Initially, the doctor stripped me naked. Oh...how shameful I was. She put me on the weighing machine that read 4.5kg. The doctor was surprised and noticed that it was an incredible increment of weight i.e. additional of approximately 1.5kg since I was born. I was not paying attention at that time because I was crying profusely asking mom to put on my clothes. I heard that mom told her that I was actively asking for milk all the time.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The moment I saw the Doctor pulled a needle from her cabinet my heart was trembling. When bro Ikhlas saw the needle he questioned the doctor what was she trying to do to me. Bro Ikhlas showed his punch to the doctor if she dare to disturb me. Mom smiled to her and us and inform us that the doctor would not harm anybody. The Doctor was trying to keep us fit and healthy so that when we grow up we will be a strong and active person.</span></div>Hafiz Nur Yusuffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00116960492521177792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512921561899862388.post-26747565119387558222007-12-28T07:12:00.000-08:002008-01-07T05:00:49.538-08:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Be In Your Company</span></strong></div><div align="center">.</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pZhtIu574KU/R3UTnzytewI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Ys7Xu1rBU6E/s1600-h/gambar+keluarga+008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149043323606760194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pZhtIu574KU/R3UTnzytewI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Ys7Xu1rBU6E/s320/gambar+keluarga+008.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This is my sister Balqis. She told me that she is going to miss me so much. On the 8th January she will be staying in her school. She said that she will stay in the hostel and very seldom she will return home except for school holidays. She asked me to come and visit her every weekend. But mom cannot promise her because dad will be outstationed for a long period. The only promise mom can mentioned was to visit every month or forthnightly.<br /></span><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pZhtIu574KU/R3UToTytexI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NaYefl1jYrI/s1600-h/gambar+keluarga+016.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149043332196694802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pZhtIu574KU/R3UToTytexI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NaYefl1jYrI/s320/gambar+keluarga+016.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> This is my second sister Shamim. When Balqis leaves, I want her to be next to me every time. I want her to read a book next to my bed side before I go to sleep. Mom said that she is very independent. She will take care all of her belongings briliantly and very discipline. Mom always told me to be like her. But I'm a boy and would rather be like brother Ikhlas. I want to be a boy not a girl. Mom told me the right attitude and discipline will determine my rightous path either you are a girl or a boy.</span></div>Hafiz Nur Yusuffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00116960492521177792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512921561899862388.post-73232061928615417452007-12-28T07:07:00.000-08:002008-01-07T04:45:05.331-08:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Is Eight Is Enough</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pZhtIu574KU/R3UR3TytevI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1BVJ0-II-TM/s1600-h/gambar+keluarga+004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149041390871476978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pZhtIu574KU/R3UR3TytevI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1BVJ0-II-TM/s320/gambar+keluarga+004.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> It was a Chrismas day. Mom said that grand ma and aunties will come from Kedah. Since it was a public holiday, dad said that it is better to take the picture of the entire family. I remembered that morning dad was screaming to everybody to get ready for a photography session. Dad always said ... "Everybody please listen to me before I change into a monster". Sister Syahadah is very naughty to adopt what ever dad said whenever everybody was reluctant to move.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I was not feeling comfortable when sister Balqis was holding me. It was not similar the way mom was holding me. I was hoping that the photography session will end quickly. Dad was particular about this event and ask everybody to put on their best hari raya dress. And mom told me that I was the most charming person in the photo. Thank you mom........and you are the best mom on earth!!!!<br /></span><br /></div><div align="center"></div>Hafiz Nur Yusuffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00116960492521177792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512921561899862388.post-34119870466166626622007-12-23T07:13:00.000-08:002007-12-27T23:31:58.197-08:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Meeting A Doctor</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">On the 21st December, Mom brought me to see a doctor. It was because of my ring worm that stuck to my cheek. The ring worm grew larger and larger. Mom quite worry about it and wanted it to dissappear immediately. Mom ask my cousin, Zulaikha to drive because Mom is still weak to handle the car. This will be my third times meeting a doctor. My second experience meeting the doctor was not that good. It was a painful meeting whereby he cut my 'dick'. Hhhhmmmm.........I hope this is something different.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The doctor was an old lady. Mom said that she was a nice Indian lady. She was suprised when she looked at me. She said that breast feeding baby must be strong and should not get infected by ring worm. I was staring at her when she talked to my Mom. She advised Mom to keep away Rina from me as directed by my Dad. It was a very quick visit. She gave Mom a cream to apply to my cheek twice a day and within three days the ring worm will disappear. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dad came back early from office today. He took me to the garden and asked Mom to have few photos with me. I was not in a good mood to be photographed. I was fall asleep but Dad keeps on pushing me to wake me up. Finally Dad asked Mom to hold me near the palm tree to have a nice shot. I was happy being in the garden to have some fresh air and a bright sun light. Now I noticed that the world is not just the four corners of walls but instead the world is big enough for me to roam freely.........</span><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pZhtIu574KU/R257oTytetI/AAAAAAAAAEE/OnzTG1G9R4c/s1600-h/yusuff+dan+klcc+086.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147187356569008850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pZhtIu574KU/R257oTytetI/AAAAAAAAAEE/OnzTG1G9R4c/s320/yusuff+dan+klcc+086.JPG" border="0" /></a></div>Hafiz Nur Yusuffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00116960492521177792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512921561899862388.post-2658770039419290112007-12-23T06:34:00.000-08:002007-12-27T18:52:01.718-08:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">My 20th Day</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147184702279219890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pZhtIu574KU/R255NzyterI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FEsxY6-u58g/s320/yusuff+dan+klcc+007.JPG" border="0" /></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Today is my 20th day. Mom said that I can grap her index finger but I still feel that I am very small when I compare to it. Mom keeps on telling me that day by day I am gradually growing up and I am going to be a good boy. Sometimes, I like to tell Mom and Dad everything that is in my mind. I know that it is impossible for me to expose all my thoughts and for them to comprehend. I did few gestures to them to indicate my sign language and to demand their attention. My common gestures that they noticed was crying. Hhhhmmmm....sure they knew that I was hungry or I need to be changed. But others they only guessing. Anyway Mom and Dad also improving their skills regarding to my gestures. Not only me need to learn but Mom and Dad also need to learn about myself. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">For the past few days I felt something itchy to my left cheek. I try to scratch with my fingers but it wouldnt work. I was crying and would like to tell Mom that, <em>' Hey please look at my cheek</em>. <em>Something bad is happening to me'</em>. I saw Dad enter the room and ask mom to pass me to him. As usual, first Dad will kiss to my lips and cheeks. Then he will kiss to my fore head. Suddenly Dad observed that there was a ring-worm as big as a five cents coin stuck to my cheek. 'Ooooo.....we need to see a doctor immediately', Dad said. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I heard that Mom asked bro Hadi to keep Rina in the cage and outside of the house. Mom asked my sisters to vaccum the house as well. This ring worm must be something to do with Rina. I just wondered, Rina never came near to me and how could I got infected by this desease? Mom told me that this was due to the transmission from the kisses of my sisters and brothers. From that day onwards, Mom prevented my sibling from kissing me unless they are really clean. <em>Hehehehe...such a relief .........and now I really can sleep peacefully...</em> </span></div><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pZhtIu574KU/R255vjytesI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4kZMXoga0fE/s1600-h/yusuff+dan+klcc+006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147185282099804866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pZhtIu574KU/R255vjytesI/AAAAAAAAAD8/4kZMXoga0fE/s320/yusuff+dan+klcc+006.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Hafiz Nur Yusuffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00116960492521177792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512921561899862388.post-72312202766929141162007-12-17T06:12:00.000-08:002007-12-20T18:33:05.207-08:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Precious Moments</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pZhtIu574KU/R2aFATytepI/AAAAAAAAADk/VikyOw54b5o/s1600-h/yusuff+16dec+019.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144945864676833938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pZhtIu574KU/R2aFATytepI/AAAAAAAAADk/VikyOw54b5o/s320/yusuff+16dec+019.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm chubby now. That what Mom told to me. Whenever I was feeling hungry, I will cry for milk. Mom will pick me up and hold me close to her breast and placed her nipple to my mouth. That was an exciting moment. I feel so close to my Mom. I feel that Mom loves me so much and I feel secured. After I finished Mom will 'burp' me for a while. Mom said to safe me from excessive vomit.</span><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pZhtIu574KU/R2aFAzyteqI/AAAAAAAAADs/RwtRi_QOkTY/s1600-h/yusuff+16dec+052.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144945873266768546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_pZhtIu574KU/R2aFAzyteqI/AAAAAAAAADs/RwtRi_QOkTY/s320/yusuff+16dec+052.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Dad will come to me when he returned from work and early in the morning before he went to his office. He will hold me close, pinching my nose and stroking my rosy cheek. He will kiss my fore head and cheek numerous times until I cry than he will hand over to Mom to stop my crying. I can sense the smell of Dad whenever he hold me. Now gradully I can recognise who is holding me. I can feel that those individual people possessing different scents and smells. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">.<br />Every morning, my sisters and brothers will come near me to give me a hug and kisses. They will surround me for a while and making so much noise. I told Mom that sometimes I could not sleep with their present. What I will do is to cry in order to get attention from Mom and Dad. Let Mom and Dad shun my brothers and sisters away from me for a time being. But Mom told me that they are not coming to disturb or harm me. Mom said that they came here to develop the love and effection between me and the family.</span></div>Hafiz Nur Yusuffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00116960492521177792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512921561899862388.post-1706155201048173362007-12-17T06:02:00.000-08:002007-12-20T18:05:59.626-08:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">My 15th Day</span></strong></div><div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pZhtIu574KU/R2aDnjytenI/AAAAAAAAADU/sUP4xiZxTUg/s1600-h/yusuff+16dec+015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144944339963443826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pZhtIu574KU/R2aDnjytenI/AAAAAAAAADU/sUP4xiZxTUg/s320/yusuff+16dec+015.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Time flies so fast and now I'm 15th day old. Dad told me that today will be a photographic day. Dad put me on the bed and disallowed my sisters and brothers to interfere. Dad said that he wanted the best shot for my photos. I was so happy and Mom dressed me up nicely with a blue romper with a nice lace at the neck. Mom told me that this romper, Dad bought it at the car boot sale 16 years ago. During that time Dad was doing his Master Degree and Bro Ubai was born in Bradford, United Kingdom. I don't know where it is but I can imagine that this place must be very far away from where I'm leaving know. I will ask Bro Ubai to tell me when I manage to talk.<br /></span><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pZhtIu574KU/R2aDoDyteoI/AAAAAAAAADc/0Ev-Ic8hiro/s1600-h/yusuff+16dec+005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144944348553378434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_pZhtIu574KU/R2aDoDyteoI/AAAAAAAAADc/0Ev-Ic8hiro/s320/yusuff+16dec+005.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> I also noticed that many Mom's friends came to visit me. They started to compare my face to my sisters and brothers. Dad and Mom said that I'm more resemblance to Bro Ubai, but some other people said that I'm more to Bro Ikhlas. It doesn't matter to me. I saw they gave to Mom some money and they said that all the money is for me. <em>Wow.......I hope many more people to visit me coz I can have it to buy toys...and to give Dad to buy my pampers. Yeah.. I wish I can help Dad to save his money. </em></span></div><div align="center"><em>.</em></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Now I'm a hero. My 'dick' is completely healed from previous circumcision. Dad told Mom to keep the pastic ring that was used for the circumcision so that he can show to me when I grow up. Now I feel more comfortable when Mom pun the pamper on me. I dont feel the iciness anymore. But I was upset too. Bro Ubai and Bro Wan made fun of me. They took the plastic ring and teast Sis Adah and Bro Ikhlas. They said it was so smelly...<em>Hmmmmm . </em>Mom was upset too with their misbehaving character</span>. <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mom consoled me and informed me that this is the spice of life. There are bad and good moments that I will face when I grow up and that will lead me to be a strong man.</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><br /> </div><div align="center"></div>Hafiz Nur Yusuffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00116960492521177792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512921561899862388.post-63019500342237355932007-12-11T18:07:00.000-08:002007-12-11T20:56:42.910-08:00<div align="center"> <strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Being At Home For The First Time</span></strong><br /></div><div align="center">.<br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">On the way home from the hospital, I keep on imagining what kind of house my Dad have. Thousand of questions circulating in my mind. What type of the house? What is the colour? How many rooms? Will I have my own room or sharing with my brothers or sisters? Will I be happy to be there? Where is the house located? And many more questions that make me puzzled. I was staring at Mom who was sitting at the back. Dad was driving and enjoying his music. <em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hhhmmmm</span>...... I was asking myself am I demanding. Why not I expect the worst out of it. It might reduce my worries</em>. Mom was so <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">relax</span> after gone through the delivery process and from time to time Mom stroking my rosy cheek. I know she cares and loves me very much</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">.</span></div><div align="center">.<br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The travelling quite a distance. I can feel it. I heard Dad honking and there were few people coming to open the gate. I heard the jovial mood and laughter of the children outside <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">approaching</span> the car. <em>Wow...who are they? Are they my sisters and brothers</em>. Dad stopped his car and pulled the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">hand break</span> then he opened the doors. I heard those people outside were curious asking permission from my Mom to hold me and to kiss me. I was bit scared. Still, Mom protecting me from these <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">trespassers</span>. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span>.<br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Wow....the house is yellow and the interior were quite nice that I ever imagine. Those people, probably my siblings were chasing me from behind with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">giggling</span> faces. Now I am getting interested and excited to know them. There was an old lady coming towards me and asking Mom to release me to her while Mom was adjusting herself on the bed. I think that must be my grand mom. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">OOOoooooo</span>....another old man coming towards me as well and g<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">rand mom</span> told me that he is my grand dad. Is this the entire family??? Dad said no..no...... many more to come to visit me after Aidil Adha. <em>Wow...must be a great family</em>.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mom wrapped me with a pink cloth. I hate it because people said that pink is for a girl and I'm a boy. Blue suit for a boy. I should complaint this to my Dad because man can only understand my feeling. I think we can understand <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">each</span> other better. </span></div><div align="center">.<br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Finally Mom introduced me to all of my brothers and sisters. One after another kiss me all over my face. <em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Yiakkkkk</span>........ go away from me</em>. I am yet to recognise their faces and names but immediately Mom mentioned their names being the first one bro <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Ubai</span>, bro Wan, sis Kiss, bro <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Hadi</span>, sis <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Mim</span>, bro Lash and last but not the least sis Adah. Wow....so many. How to remember their name and faces. Anyway Mom said that it takes time for me to remember them. The precious words from Mom was ' Yusuff this is you home and you will be grown up in this wonderful home'.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142945146070465010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_pZhtIu574KU/R19pXKLZefI/AAAAAAAAADM/FJA-SN4fwZE/s320/gambar+yusuff+023.jpg" border="0" /></span></div>Hafiz Nur Yusuffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00116960492521177792noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512921561899862388.post-77081981615422066302007-12-09T23:59:00.000-08:002007-12-10T00:29:31.566-08:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">My <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Second</span> Day, 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span> December 2007</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mom told me that we can go home. A doctor said so this morning after routine checkup. I was given few <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">japs</span> to my arm and it was so painful. Why they need to do this to me? Is this the first terrible thing I'm going to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">experience</span>? And I wonder why Mom <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">did</span> not <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">protect</span> me?? Is she cruel. I bet that, definitely when I grow up I demand an answer from her. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Sometimes I look to Mom and would like to ask her where is Dad. I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">didn't</span> see him since yesterday afternoon. but Mom can sense what was in my mind. Mom told me that Dad will come later. He was too busy to prepare some food for my brothers and sisters. He needs to tidy up the house, water the plant, wash the cloths and many more. Wow...sure Dad is a busy man. Who the hell my sisters and brothers? How many are they in my family. This make me feel so ancious to know more about them.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Suddenly I heard the phone was ringing. I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">heard</span> Mom was talking to Dad about <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">c.i.r.c.u.m.c.i.s.i.o.n. That was the first scientific word I ever heard. What the hell is this?? Is this another night mare that I need to go again?? Oh God...please help me. Honestly I don't really know what it is but for sure I can feel something painful is going to happen. </span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">.</span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A doctor took few minutes to cut my 'dick'. Wow........... I'm a boy......My Mom never told me that I'm a boy... I was crying profusely and trying to kick the doctor for not getting any permission to circumcise me. Anyway Mom told me that once in a life time I got to experience this. It is better to have it now rather than later coz I will be so shy to face 'Tok Mudin'. All your brother did it when they were small and this is the way to be a hero. </span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">.</span></span></div><div align="center"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dad came few hours later to pick me and Mom home. I was so excited to be at home playing with my brothers and sisters. What I'm going to expect then?????</span></span></div>Hafiz Nur Yusuffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00116960492521177792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1512921561899862388.post-54170098197061361612007-12-09T22:40:00.000-08:002007-12-09T22:57:15.914-08:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pZhtIu574KU/R1zh6KLZeLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/3OKJWZQN8Y0/s1600-h/gambar+yusuff+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142233263831087282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_pZhtIu574KU/R1zh6KLZeLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/3OKJWZQN8Y0/s320/gambar+yusuff+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">My First Journey<br /></span></strong>.<br />I'm quite ignorant living in this world within this short period, but Dad always convince me that I will be guided and moulded. I'm not so sure what those were meant. Dad said that, the 3rd Dec was my special day. People called it 'Birthday' . During that time I was in the labour room. Dad mentioned that he was waiting patiently for Mom to deliver me. I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">don't</span> really remember who was in the room but I did realise that suddenly I appeared in the bright room with few monsters around me...... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Oooppsss</span>.....Dad corrected me. They were not monsters but midwives and doctor removing me from a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">balloon</span>.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">.<br />Few minutes later I felt the chill of water splashing all over my body। I was crying asking somebody to help. Finally they wrapped my body with cotton cloth to keep me warm. Then they push me in the tray and hand over to my Dad, I believed. Suddenly I heard a nice soothing voice of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">azan</span> telling me something that I cannot describe। I can feel that my heart was beating fast and my hair started to erect stiffly. Something strange surrounding my body. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">.<br />I was so hungry during that time. All I wanted to do was to suck my thump......<br />Finally I can feel the tenderness of my mom wrapping and hugging me in her arms. Yeah....now she directed me to her teat for my first lunch on earth where people called it ' Breast feeding'. I felt relieved, secured and many thousand words which were difficult for me to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">describe</span>. Now I started to sense the feeling being a child of a great man and woman called Dad and Mom. </div></span>Hafiz Nur Yusuffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00116960492521177792noreply@blogger.com0