Earlier in December when I was told that my son was not accepted to a sekolah kawalan that is SMK Sri Hartamas, in a way, I was relief. So, he is going to SMK TTDI. Easy for me to manage my time with all my three kids in school.
Today, his teacher told me that he got the letter that my son is going to SMK Victoria aka Victoria Institution. What? That is far...!!!
I went for a drive, to find out where exactly is this school. Oh man!! In the middle of the city.
I think, my blood pressure went sky high today, thinking of the best way for him. I was jammed the whole day. Stressful... And all other things that was happening (a different blog perhaps) was so not helping. I was crying inside. Not knowing what to do.
There is no transportation from where I stay to VI and back except for bus. Many suggested hostels but they have no idea how my son is. I was jammed.
But, today, Amran told me to go shopping for the flood victims in Pantai Timur. Yeah! That makes my day. I got to spend money.. huge amount and it was all worth it...
Later during distribution for our street friends, few ideas came in. Yeah! It is always like that, when I have a lot of things to do, idea will just barge in.
Somehow, I see the light for me to go through next year.. Pray for me please. I pray that all we go well. Amiin...
Friday, December 26, 2014
Monday, April 14, 2014
I am in a team where our passion and commitment is just fantastic. We share the same way of thinking and we are just great with each other. I love being where I am in the team now.
Sara, a mother of a one year old. Her husband is very supportive of her involved with us. Her in laws are a great supporter as well. On Thursday night, if her husband can't help to take care of her boy, the in laws will come and help to take care of her son.
Cindy, she is a great mother of a three year old daughter. Her mum who she is not close to, support what we are doing. Her three year old could understand that her mum involvement with this team and love her even more.
Maz, a doctor. Sometimes she is super busy but she make time when it comes to distribution night. Even if that means she won't be coming home for the next three days. Yeah, she is single but that does not mean she do not need to rest and have a life. Her parents is a great supporter as well.
Then we have Dan. The youngest in the team. Working very hard for the company that he is working with. He travels with his truck from Alor Setar to Melaka. Day trip almost every day. His family has been a great supporter as well.
Last one is me. A mother of three children. That her father been telling her to stop doing whatever that I am doing because it sounds stupid and not making any money like my other siblings, my husband so called supporting but always dampened my spirit by telling me that I need to look into my son's study and such...how I wish he could see that I have been involved with my children more than him. He is only involved in making them. And also, making sure that I do not spoil my children with luxury but then I realized that he can. So that, he seems like a fantastic father n I am just another parent.
Yeah! I am the weird one in the team. And still my team support me like crazy. They are like my long lost family. I love them so much. I thank Allah as we have met each other. Kill my spirit all you all want. I won't die because of it. Do get that...
Sara, a mother of a one year old. Her husband is very supportive of her involved with us. Her in laws are a great supporter as well. On Thursday night, if her husband can't help to take care of her boy, the in laws will come and help to take care of her son.
Cindy, she is a great mother of a three year old daughter. Her mum who she is not close to, support what we are doing. Her three year old could understand that her mum involvement with this team and love her even more.
Maz, a doctor. Sometimes she is super busy but she make time when it comes to distribution night. Even if that means she won't be coming home for the next three days. Yeah, she is single but that does not mean she do not need to rest and have a life. Her parents is a great supporter as well.
Then we have Dan. The youngest in the team. Working very hard for the company that he is working with. He travels with his truck from Alor Setar to Melaka. Day trip almost every day. His family has been a great supporter as well.
Last one is me. A mother of three children. That her father been telling her to stop doing whatever that I am doing because it sounds stupid and not making any money like my other siblings, my husband so called supporting but always dampened my spirit by telling me that I need to look into my son's study and such...how I wish he could see that I have been involved with my children more than him. He is only involved in making them. And also, making sure that I do not spoil my children with luxury but then I realized that he can. So that, he seems like a fantastic father n I am just another parent.
Yeah! I am the weird one in the team. And still my team support me like crazy. They are like my long lost family. I love them so much. I thank Allah as we have met each other. Kill my spirit all you all want. I won't die because of it. Do get that...
Monday, March 24, 2014
My son, Nuh Shahmi
He is very vulnerable as he can easily be influenced by people around him, in attitude and a lot of thing.
When he was six, I found out that he is slow in learning. Very slow to some people that it irritates them. When the first time i found about his slowness, I told my husband and his family. My mum and my sister. Out of all, the only that got what I was saying was my mum. Every time I went back to her place, one of the few things she will ask is, "How is Nuh's progress?" "Are you okay in handling him?". "Bersabar.... dapat anak macam ni, maknya yang kena sabar banyak. Yana boleh sabarkan?".
Yes.. My mum was the only who understand.
My son is a bully victim, not only in school but also outside the school. His cousins do not understand him. When they ask their mothers why is Nuh can't understand what they are saying, they said "Aunty Yana tak reti ajar anak. Selalu spoon feed anak dia. Sebab tu anak dia macam tu." Sedih when I heard that. They refuse to understand my son's situation. They rather blame me and my husband.
Nuh Shahmi somehow very hardworking. He knows why I want him to be in the first or second class. So that he does not make friends with kids that is not only not smart but also naughty. (Yeah.. I am being generalised) Did I push him?No! But I do encourage him and make him understand my reasons. Because of that, he study really hard. Harder than other normal kids as he is slow in learning.
I love him no matter what. He is going to sit for his UPSR this year. I do not expect him to get 5As. Whatever he is going to get... I will still love him with all my heart...
Monday, February 24, 2014
Need To Feed The Need
My passion My Craziness All in One
Feeding the homeless and super poor people in the heart of Kuala Lumpur is crazy or not real for some people. Well... not for me or my team. It started with eight of us down to five and now six of us. Out of six, three stay at home mum that has part time job, or involve with other humanity activities, one is a doctor in Banting, the only guy travels a lot around West of Peninsula Malaysia and the latest addition is a secretary to an oil and gas company.
We feed our street clients on Thursday night where most Muslims are rather do their prayer at the masjid as Thursday night is always more Barakah. We hope and pray what we are doing is not sinful or taboo or anything as that. But of course there are people said that we are doing what Christians are doing. A soup kitchen like the one in the USA. Honestly, I do not find anything wrong to follow them in that sense. Feeding the need. What is so wrong about that? Just because they are not orphans?
Another thing that I had to listen is "Are they handicapped? Can't they work?"
Who said they are not working? Most of them are working. But with the pay that they are getting, they can't afford to rent a house and travel from their house to their work place which mostly in the city. Even after our government put up a guideline of minimum pay. It is not enough! Some of them are with small kids growing up. Some has handicapped children that they need to stay near Hospital Kuala Lumpur for their weekly treatment. Staying in Bangi, Cheras even Sentul is not an option. Cost! Cost! Cost! Transportation cost, rental, and just to live is all about cost. Which they can't take it for granted. So... they end up on the street. Renting a room whenever is possible or staying at the shelters around Kuala Lumpur. That is the best option that they could think of.
Their fault? Is it?They chose to be homeless because it is easier, every night there's already other NGOs besides us that feed them for free? Maybe. Free of debt? Not sure. They might have a lot of debts and that is how they end up on the street. Crazy? We have seen a few. Druggies? Of course. Ex convicts? For sure. Need to stay away from them? Not to me or any of my team members. Their kids are like mine? Of course not. I am a mother first to my own children but the street children deserve to taste partly what my kids are enjoying.
We are getting more responses from anywhere and everywhere. Thank you very much for the support. Your support is very much appreciated. We are tired of cooking ourselves every week. Anyone that is willing to sponsor for the whole 300 people? We are more than willing to accept. Why? We do need the break. We start by going to get the raw stuff in Sungai Buluh as they sell in bulk on Tuesdays, my other team members will come to my house that night to pick up whatever they have selected to do. Such as cutting the onions, cleaning the potatoes, cutting the carrots, garlic, or even preparing the chicken as cutting and marinating the birds. The three stay at home mum will get together either at Sinaran TTDI multipurpose hall as there are a few BBQ pits there for us to cook or at Bayan Indah with a more proper kitchen for us to cook for 300 of our street clients. That means a few night before, one of us must be cutting 10kgs of carrots, cutting around 5 kgs of onions or more, many many cloves of garlic, and chicken...our favourite at least 40 birds of chicken that we have to wash and store. Crazy enough?
There are always some contributors that send some stuff to our house as their contribution. Either the ingredient of the week that we shout out at our group page in Facebook. or just something that cross their mind and they feel like giving to us. Not forgetting people trying to dump anything and everything to us just because they do not want those things their house anymore. Because of that, our house do not look like a house any longer. More like a warehouse. But we are still here...doing this every week. Crazy enough?
We are praying that we, the whole team will stay strong. It is not an easy task. Support from our family is really appreciated. Our husband's backing us is just beautiful. what more can we ask for? To me, I can only count my blessings, over and over again.
Thank you Allah for this beautiful experience.
Feeding the homeless and super poor people in the heart of Kuala Lumpur is crazy or not real for some people. Well... not for me or my team. It started with eight of us down to five and now six of us. Out of six, three stay at home mum that has part time job, or involve with other humanity activities, one is a doctor in Banting, the only guy travels a lot around West of Peninsula Malaysia and the latest addition is a secretary to an oil and gas company.
We feed our street clients on Thursday night where most Muslims are rather do their prayer at the masjid as Thursday night is always more Barakah. We hope and pray what we are doing is not sinful or taboo or anything as that. But of course there are people said that we are doing what Christians are doing. A soup kitchen like the one in the USA. Honestly, I do not find anything wrong to follow them in that sense. Feeding the need. What is so wrong about that? Just because they are not orphans?
Another thing that I had to listen is "Are they handicapped? Can't they work?"
Who said they are not working? Most of them are working. But with the pay that they are getting, they can't afford to rent a house and travel from their house to their work place which mostly in the city. Even after our government put up a guideline of minimum pay. It is not enough! Some of them are with small kids growing up. Some has handicapped children that they need to stay near Hospital Kuala Lumpur for their weekly treatment. Staying in Bangi, Cheras even Sentul is not an option. Cost! Cost! Cost! Transportation cost, rental, and just to live is all about cost. Which they can't take it for granted. So... they end up on the street. Renting a room whenever is possible or staying at the shelters around Kuala Lumpur. That is the best option that they could think of.
Their fault? Is it?They chose to be homeless because it is easier, every night there's already other NGOs besides us that feed them for free? Maybe. Free of debt? Not sure. They might have a lot of debts and that is how they end up on the street. Crazy? We have seen a few. Druggies? Of course. Ex convicts? For sure. Need to stay away from them? Not to me or any of my team members. Their kids are like mine? Of course not. I am a mother first to my own children but the street children deserve to taste partly what my kids are enjoying.
We are getting more responses from anywhere and everywhere. Thank you very much for the support. Your support is very much appreciated. We are tired of cooking ourselves every week. Anyone that is willing to sponsor for the whole 300 people? We are more than willing to accept. Why? We do need the break. We start by going to get the raw stuff in Sungai Buluh as they sell in bulk on Tuesdays, my other team members will come to my house that night to pick up whatever they have selected to do. Such as cutting the onions, cleaning the potatoes, cutting the carrots, garlic, or even preparing the chicken as cutting and marinating the birds. The three stay at home mum will get together either at Sinaran TTDI multipurpose hall as there are a few BBQ pits there for us to cook or at Bayan Indah with a more proper kitchen for us to cook for 300 of our street clients. That means a few night before, one of us must be cutting 10kgs of carrots, cutting around 5 kgs of onions or more, many many cloves of garlic, and chicken...our favourite at least 40 birds of chicken that we have to wash and store. Crazy enough?
There are always some contributors that send some stuff to our house as their contribution. Either the ingredient of the week that we shout out at our group page in Facebook. or just something that cross their mind and they feel like giving to us. Not forgetting people trying to dump anything and everything to us just because they do not want those things their house anymore. Because of that, our house do not look like a house any longer. More like a warehouse. But we are still here...doing this every week. Crazy enough?
We are praying that we, the whole team will stay strong. It is not an easy task. Support from our family is really appreciated. Our husband's backing us is just beautiful. what more can we ask for? To me, I can only count my blessings, over and over again.
Thank you Allah for this beautiful experience.
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