young malay mums, lets meet over here !!!

arabjunior

arabjunior

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EnFlor said:
Oh bisa aja...Kalo you scan dahh tahu anak gal next time...tell me, i take Q number 1. Jgn risau ni besan baik hati cuma pemalas aje :001_302:
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wah.. nak besan dgn ana sey.. fiweet!!! enflor, ayu nk chope yasmin for naufal bley tk.. kekekeke... loike her hairstyle.. heheheh (pasal rambut bole tergoda tau)... :shyxxx:

k ladies later i in alik.. fetching my pak aji..:001_302:
 
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zhann

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NuR_iRfAn said:
hi semuaz....

panjang lebar semua bebual..Done cooking....Lemak daun Turi,sambal belacan & goreng ikan....

Wohoooo..another 5 days....
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Wow!!! sdap nye lauk kmpong... i loike.... beside daun turi... pucok manis aso nice... yummy2!!!
 
NuR_iRfAn

NuR_iRfAn

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arabjunior said:
enflor- yup here selling $30 can try see at thailand .. hehehehe.. jgn luper ayu ok.. kekekeke.. faham2 je enflor...:001_302:

ana- pat geylang material lain kott coz aku nye material lain tau.. aku nye drawstring.. ko nye smocked top.. heheheheh.. adik aku pun buy d smocked top... niwae, tgn ko mmg dah gatal slalu... ko ni kan minah gatal2.. wakakakaka... tk ya aku uat ko gatal (ni nanti si ina mesti fikir lain.. tu sotz nye nenek...) muahahaa :tlaugh:
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the material same like aku nye....

Aku tangan tak gatal cume tulah hati otak main2 kan perasaan aku..hehehe...SURUH BELI!!!Oh tidak,ijan confem kasi jelingan manje..Sabar2....kasi aku settle kat batam dulu...hehehe...
 
Mama Ina

Mama Ina

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EnFlor said:
HOW much you beli kat Thailand ? DO you rembr ? Sini selling $30 kan Ayu. Kalo murah kat Thailand....ermmmm ;)
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Lupa arr.. But confirm cheap2 nye.. Kata thailand mahh.. heehehee..

NuR_iRfAn said:
Went to psar geylang,saw the exact quality of harem pant selling so cheap at $18 jek....Dah semangat nak beli then byk kolor out of stock...Left only PINK
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Can someone help me to post the picture.. Aku betol2 nak tengok bagaimana kah ini sluar look like.. Skali salah patern dgn sluar ku itu.. haahahaaa

arabjunior said:
harem pants tu aku buy $30 but punye comfy.. ni nanti stock mari aku nk buy lagi.. heheheheh... aku amik pic nanti aku post.. aku kn pemalu... hehehehehe

ko panggil aku nyonya eh.. ok jgk.. nyonya popular pe.. smpi drama nyonya pun dpt award.. ko tk tgk ke pat channel 8 last yr.. wakakakakaka... tk pernah ku tgk nenek dpt award... unless ko jadi nenek kebayan .. org evil slalu dpt award pe.. muahahahaha:Dancing_tongue:
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Aku jadi nenek kebayan aku cekik kau.. haahahahaaa... Post cepat jangan lambat.. Tak sabar ku nak melihatnye ni....

NuR_iRfAn said:
heheheheh..menantu????wait if i have anak pompuan k..kite jd besan....heheheh...NNti i bleh ajar my gal lauk kampung....

Mmg faveret lauk2 kampung...lagi2 ulam2...waduihhh..enak skali
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Ok, Ana and Enflor korang boleh start planning membuat project.. Mana lahh tahu Ana dpt one more gal and enflor boy ke.. Dah boleh chop jadi besan noh.. Wahahahahhaaa

arabjunior said:
enflor- yup here selling $30 can try see at thailand .. hehehehe.. jgn luper ayu ok.. kekekeke.. faham2 je enflor...:001_302:

ana- pat geylang material lain kott coz aku nye material lain tau.. aku nye drawstring.. ko nye smocked top.. heheheheh.. adik aku pun buy d smocked top... niwae, tgn ko mmg dah gatal slalu... ko ni kan minah gatal2.. wakakakaka... tk ya aku uat ko gatal (ni nanti si ina mesti fikir lain.. tu sotz nye nenek...) muahahaa :tlaugh:
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Enflor jangan lupa ku jugak.. Wahahaha...

Ayu gatal pat mana tu???:tlaugh:
 
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nurman02

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YA ALLAH ya tuhan kuuuuu... Kau ampuni lahh dosa-dosa kawan-kawan ku yang membuat air liuh ku meleleh kerana menikmati menu2 mereka hari ini!!! AMIN!!! :wong5::wong5:
 
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zhann

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Ok Ladies.... Han nak outz nak pi JP... settle things den bole walk2 at that JP skali... tgk2 ape yg attract me to shop with lil dotter nie... taking care all.... bye!!!! happy chatting....

Ana - psal pulot seronding tu u sms me ok....
 
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esby

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Re: young malay mums, lets meet over here!! - Feb 2010 and earlier ~~

anyone out der, malay mummies that can recommend a nanny to look after 3 children, K2, NURSERY and 1 yr old? pls recommend me... thx. .. urgent.... needed... and the pay oso...
 
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dianayousof

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Just to share...

SHE WAS MY SISTER!!!! (honestly one of the most touching article i've ever
read)


Her cheeks were worn and sunken, and her skin hugged her bones. That didn't stop her because you could never catch her not reciting Qur'an. She was always vigil in her personal prayer room that our father had set up for her. Bowing, prostrating, raising her hands in prayer, was the way she was from dawn to sunset and back again; boredom was for other people.

As for me, I craved nothing more than fashion magazines and novels.
I treated myself to videos until the trips to the rental place became my trademark. It's a saying that when something becomes habit, people tend to distinguish you by it. I was negligent in my responsibilities and my salah was characterized by laziness.

One night, after a long three hours of watching, I turned the video off. The adhan rose softly in the quiet night. I slipped peacefully into my blanket.

Her voice called me from her prayer room. "Yes? Would you like anything Noorah?" I asked.

With a sharp needle she popped my plans. "Don't sleep before you pray Fajr!"

Agghh! "There's still an hour before Fajr. That was only the first adhan," I said.

With those loving pinches of hers, she called me closer. She was like that even before the fierce sickness shook her spirit and shut her in bed. "Hanan, can you come sit beside me."

I could never refuse any of her requests; you could touch the purity and sincerity in her. "Yes, Noorah?"

"Please sit here."

"Alright, I'm sitting. What's on your mind?"

With the sweetest mono voice she began reciting:

Every soul shall taste death and you will merely be repaid your earnings on the Day of Resurrection.

She stopped thoughtfully. Then she asked, "Do you believe in death?"

"Of course I do," I replied.

"Do you believe that you shall be responsible for whatever you do, regardless of how small or large?"

"I do, but Allah is Forgiving and Merciful, and I've got a long life waiting for me."

"Stop it Hanan! Are you not afraid of death and its abruptness? Take a look at Hind. She was younger than you but she died in a car accident. Death is age-blind and your age could never be a measure of when you shall die."

The darkness of the room filled my skin with fear. "I'm scared of the dark and now you made me scared of death. How am I supposed to go to sleep now? Noorah, I thought you promised you'd go with us on vacation during the summer break."

Her voice broke and her heart quivered. "I might be going on a long trip this year Hanan, but somewhere else. All of our lives are in Allah's hands and we all belong to Him."

My eyes welled and the tears slipped down both cheeks. I pondered my sisters grizzly sickness. The doctors had informed my father in private that there was not much hope Noorah was going to outlive the disease. She wasn't told, so I wondered who hinted to her. Or was it that she could sense the truth?

"What are you thinking about Hanan?" Her voice was sharp. "Do you think I am just saying this because I am sick? I hope not. In fact, I may live longer than people who are not sick. How long are you going to live Hanan? Perhaps twenty years? Maybe forty? Then what?"
Through the dark she reached for my hand and squeezed gently. "There's no difference between us; we're all going to leave this world to live in Paradiseor agonize in Hell. Listen to the words of Allah:

Anyone who is pushed away from the Fire and shown into Jannah will have triumphed.

I left my sister's room dazed, her words ringing in my ears: "May Allah guide you Hanan - don't forget your prayer."

I heard pounding on my door at eight o'clock in the morning. I don't usually wake up at this time. There was crying and confusion. O Allah, what happened?

Noorah's condition became critical after Fajr; they took her to the hospital immediately.

Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'oon.

There wasn't going to be any trips this summer. It was written that I would spend the summer at home.

It felt like an eternity had gone by when it was one o'clock in the afternoon. Mother phoned the hospital.
"Yes. You can come and see her now." Dad's voice had changed, and mother could sense something had gone deathly wrong. We left immediately.

Where was that avenue I used to travel and thought was so short? Why was it so very long now? Where was the cherished crowd and traffic that would give me a chance to gaze left and right? Everyone, just move out of our way!

Mother was shaking her head in her hands crying as she made du'a for her Noorah. We arrived at the hospital's main entrance. One man was moaning, while another was involved in an accident. A third man's eyes were iced. You couldn't tell if he was dead or alive.

Noorah was in intensive care. We skipped stairs to her floor. The nurse approached us. "Let me take you to her."

As we walked down the aisles the nurse went on expressing how sweet of a girl Noorah was. She somewhat reassured Mother that Noorah's condition had gotten better than what it was in the morning. "Sorry.
No more than one visitor at a time," the nurse said.

This was the intensive care unit. Past the flurry white robes, through the small window in the door, I caught my sister's eyes.
Mother was standing beside her. After about two minutes, mother came out unable to control her crying. "You may enter and say salaam to her on the condition that you do not speak too long," they told me. "Two minutes should be enough."

"How are you Noorah? You were fine last night sister, what happened?"

We held hands; she squeezed harmlessly. "Even now, alhamdulillah, I'm doing fine."

"Alhamdulillah. ..but...your hands are so cold."

I sat on her bedside and rested my fingers on her knee. She jerked it away. "Sorry, did I hurt you?"

"No, it is just that I remembered Allah's words."

Waltafatul saaqu bil saaq (One leg will be wrapped to the other leg [in the death shroud]).

"Hanan pray for me. I may be meeting the first day of the Hereafter very soon. It's a long journey and I haven't prepared enough good deeds in my suitcase."

A tear escaped my eye and ran down my cheek at her words. I cried and she joined me. The room blurred away and left us two sisters to cry together. Rivulets of tears splashed down on my sister's palm, which I held with both hands. Dad was now becoming more worried about me. I've never cried like that before.
At home and upstairs in my room, I watched the sun pass away with a sorrowful day. Silence mingled in our corridors. One after another, my cousins came in my room. The visitors were many and all the voices from downstairs stirred together. Only one thing was clear at that point – Noorah had died!

I stopped distinguishing who came and who went. I couldn't remember what they said. O Allah, where was I? What was going on? I couldn't even cry anymore.

Later that week they told me what had happened. Dad had taken my hand to say goodbye to my sister for the last time. I had kissed Noorah's head.

I remember only one thing while seeing her spread on that bed – the bed that she was going to die on. I remembered the verse she recited:

One leg will be wrapped to the other leg (in the death shroud).

And I knew too well the truth of the next verse:

The drive on that day will be to your Lord (Allah)!

I tiptoed into her prayer room that night. Staring at the quiet dressers and silenced mirrors, I treasured the person that had shared my mother's stomach with me. Noorah was my twin sister.

I remembered who I had swapped sorrows with, who comforted my rainy days. I remembered who prayed for my guidance and who spent so many tears for many long nights telling me about death and accountability. May Allah save us all.

Tonight is Noorah's first night that she shall spend in her tomb. O Allah, have mercy on her and illumine her grave. This was her Qur'an and her prayer mat. And this was the spring, rose-colored dress that she told me she would hide until she got married; the dress she wanted to keep just for her husband.

I remembered my sister and cried over all the days that I had lost.
I prayed to Allah to have mercy on me, accept me and forgive me. I prayed to Allah to keep her firm in her grave as she always liked to mention in her supplications.

At that moment, I stopped. I asked myself what if it was I who had died. Where would I be moving on to? Fear pressed me and the tears began all over again.

"Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar…" The first adhan rose softly from the masjid. It sounded so beautiful this time. I felt calm and relaxed as I repeated the mu'adhin's call. I wrapped the shawl around my shoulders and stood to pray Fajr. I prayed as if it was my last prayer, a farewell prayer, just like Noorah had done yesterday. It had been her last Fajr.

Now, and in sha Allah for the rest of my life, if I awake in the morning I do not count on being alive by evening, and in the evening I do not count on being alive by morning. We are all going on Noorah's journey. What have we prepared for it?
 
arabjunior

arabjunior

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NuR_iRfAn said:
heheheheh......bisa2...bkn pemalas tpi takde masa...hehehe
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ooh.. ko ni mmg semua gatal.. smpi ijan pun dunno wat to say kan ana.. hehehe.. ni gi batam borong hbs lerr ko.. hehehehe...

lemak turi is superbly yummy.. aku suka coz of d kledek la.. but my mum jarang masak lauk tu.. my arwah nenek masak fuyooo!! bley jilat tu periuk.. wakakakaka...
 
arabjunior

arabjunior

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Mama Ina said:
Lupa arr.. But confirm cheap2 nye.. Kata thailand mahh.. heehehee..



Can someone help me to post the picture.. Aku betol2 nak tengok bagaimana kah ini sluar look like.. Skali salah patern dgn sluar ku itu.. haahahaaa



Aku jadi nenek kebayan aku cekik kau.. haahahahaaa... Post cepat jangan lambat.. Tak sabar ku nak melihatnye ni....



Ok, Ana and Enflor korang boleh start planning membuat project.. Mana lahh tahu Ana dpt one more gal and enflor boy ke.. Dah boleh chop jadi besan noh.. Wahahahahhaaa



Enflor jangan lupa ku jugak.. Wahahaha...

Ayu gatal pat mana tu???:tlaugh:
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ina nanti senang aku post lerr.. ko bkn tk tau aku nye pemalu amik gambar (part ni ko kekek kan.. msti ko tink aku sotz..).. hehehehe.. nanti aku post.. mcm alibaba nye sluar la aku nye.. hehehe.. nanti penyamun pendek aku ni dah dress up ku post eh...

ko jadi nenek kebayan ko nk cekik aku.. chet! buang masa cikgu kebayan ajar ko.. ader power tk nk gunakan.. aku ni nyonya sakai.. kasi ko lesung flinstones 1 bley rongak gigi ko.. jadi ko nenek kebayan bogey.. wakakakaka... :Dancing_tongue:

ko nk tau aku nye gatal eh.. aku no gatal2.. naper ko ader kurap ke? nk tunjuk kn aku.. muahahahaha... :001_302: enflor, lebih baik ingt ina, si nenek kebayan tu nanti dtg cekik tau.. hehehe.. dia tk guna ilmu sihir.. dia tk cukup bertapa dlm gua.. asyik gunakan tali kapal je dlm bilik.. sihir pun tk develop.. ish ish ish.. :tlaugh:
 
arabjunior

arabjunior

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nurman02 said:
YA ALLAH ya tuhan kuuuuu... Kau ampuni lahh dosa-dosa kawan-kawan ku yang membuat air liuh ku meleleh kerana menikmati menu2 mereka hari ini!!! AMIN!!! :wong5::wong5:
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Amin.. Moga Allah beri ko kekuatan menepis segalanye..

nur, part air liuh leleh tu kan ko kena small kn font sket.. ina bley imagine mcm2 tau.. ish ish ish.. meh kita doakan ina...:shyxxx:
 
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dianayousof

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korang sumer tolong aku jap...

is it ok to selit note saying "here is your pay for Feb with deduction of 4 days which u did not come nor did u replace with other day"
kawan aku nak bayar for tutor adik dia...how?
 
arabjunior

arabjunior

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diana, great story, masyaAllah.. sedih ku membaca nye but it is an ikhtibar for all of us... subhanallah a very impt reminder for all..
 
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