Friends from Sri Lanka


Last Friday, my family and I went to May Tower Hotel in Jalan Munshi Abdullah to meet Uncle Zahedi, Aunty Suzana and Brother Hisham. They came from Sri Lanka to send Brother Hisham who is currently doing his Master’s Degree in Islamic Finance here in Kuala Lumpur.

We met them after the Friday prayers. When we reached there, Aunty Suzana looked at me exclaiming, “Oh, she looks just like Aishah”. Aishah Salihue is Aunty Suzana’s niece and a friend of mine who lives in San Jose, California. Coincidentally, Aishah shared the same name with my little sister, Aeshah, while Aishah’s little brother shared the same name with my little brother, Ali. I had met her and her family twice during my visits to the USA in 2005 and 2006.

I remember going to her house in 2006. Her huge backyard is like a wonderland  filled with many kinds of fruit trees. On the day I visited her, Aishah found out that their first apple had ripened in the backyard. She excitedly pluck it and ran with the apple indoors to show it to her mum. There was also a tent, Aishah’s bike, his little brother, Ali’s wagon, a table with benches and a trampoline in the backyard.

I remember feeling so excited as I succeeded to ride Aishah’s bike without any difficulties even on the grass. It was actually my second time riding a bike without the two tiny side wheels to help me balance. I also remember pulling Ali’s wagon with both ‘Alis’ giggling inside. We also drew pictures and wrote stories on the wooden table. But the best part of the day was when I met Aishah’s grandparents who came all the way from Sri Lanka. Aishah’s grandfather gave me a lot of very beautiful Sri Lankan stamps which are now safely kept inside my stamp album.

We had a great time. Before we left, Aishah’s mother gave me a beautiful brown hijab. We still keep in touch through emails and we sent stamps to each other several times. I really hope that Insya Allah, I could once again visit Aishah in her wonderful backyard.

It was so enjoyable meeting Uncle Zahedi, Aunty Suzana and Brother Hisham. They are very nice and wonderful to be with. Aunty Suzana is very sweet, beautiful and friendly and she really reminds me of her younger sister who is Aishah’s mother.

‘Kenduri’


Now is the mid-year school holidays in Malaysia and it means a ‘wedding season’ for us – Malaysians in Malaysia. We received wedding invitations here and there from both relatives and friends; sometimes we  attended a few wedding receptions  in a day!

Today we attended two wedding celebrations, first in Keramat and after that at the Dewan Merak Kayangan in Jalan Semarak. And after sending us home, dad attended another wedding reception close to our house.

We arrived at Uncle Anuar Ibrahim’s house at about 12 o’ clock. Uncle Anuar and his wife, Aunty Salamah are  close friends of my parents. In fact Uncle Anuar’s father and my mum’s father are close friends too!

As usual, everything is always beautiful at Uncle Anuar’s and Aunty Sal’s party. And the food are always good too. Aunty Sal is a great cook and she bakes the nicest cookies and cakes. And for today’s wedding reception, she baked delicious cupcakes and decorated them with beautiful pink butter cream roses. They are just so beautiful that I wish to take each of them. My little brother Ahmad Ali ate lots of them!

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Dad met lots of his old schoolmate at the reception. One of them is Uncle Apo or Uncle Abdul Ghaffar Mohd Nor who has been reading my blog… Thank you for visiting my blog, Uncle Apo. Please drop a line or two in my blog if Uncle Apo can find a free time; its is always nice to receive comments… something like receiving a letter. 😀

A photo of dad and his old schoolmates. From left to right: Uncle Apo, Ami Ma (my uncle - dads elder brother), Uncle Bukhori, Uncle Anuar and A Karim Omar (dad). Photo taken from http://sulaimanian.wordpress.com . Photo snapped by... ME! :D

A photo of dad and his old schoolmates. From left to right: Uncle Apo, Ami Ma (my uncle - dad's elder brother), Uncle Bukhori, Uncle Anuar and A Karim Omar (dad). Photo taken from http://sulaimanian.wordpress.com . Photo snapped by... ME! 😀

Anyway I’m sad to hear that Uncle Anuar’s father is not in good health. Insya Allah we’ll be visiting him together with my grandmother in Kuala Terengganu this weekend. And before we left, Uncle Anuar’s sister in-law took us to Kak Norjie’s room. Kak Norjie, the beautiful and charming bride was dressed in  red and she looked so marvellous in her wedding attire…

A Visit To Aunty Moon and Uncle Kamil’s House


On our way back from Kuala Terengganu yesterday, we stopped at Zainun Nasi Ayam Satu for a brunch. Zainun Nasi Ayam Satu is a small restaurant in Kemaman that serves delicious chicken rice. Mum tried their rojak buah and rojak ayam which mum said were very tasty.

After out brunch, we visited our dearest Aunty Moon and Uncle Kamil whose house is less than 200m from the restaurant. Their beautiful bungalow was featured in Jan 2009 issue of ‘Anjung Seri’ – a popular magazine in Malaysia.2403200903924032009029

Aunty Moon’s house is surrounded by a beautiful garden. Entering the cosy living room, I saw Uncle Kamil’s collection of Shell’s model cars. From the living room we could see a long corridor that leads us to the other part of the house. On one side of the corridor there is a huge indoor fish pond with a small bridge that takes us to the dining room.240320090321

Aunty Moon handed us some bread to feed the fishes. My little blogging brother Ahmad Ali was really excited and squeled with delight whenever a fish rose to the surface to take a bite of the tiny pieces of bread that he threw into the pond. I guess the smallest fish is perhaps less than a centimetre long while the biggest might be longer than one foot long.

Aunty Moon and Uncle Kamil gave each of us a copy of Reader’s Digest book from the Select Editions Series. Each book is a compilation of four novels. I had just finished reading ‘The Broker’ by John Grisham. The other three novels in my book are Sam’s Letter To Jennifer by James Patterson, Blood Memory by Greg Iles and Mosaic by Soheir Khashoggi. What makes the books so special to all of us are the beautiful, loving words written by Aunty Moon in the each of the books to each of us.

It was raining heavily when we left the house and we giggled while running in the rain towards dad’s car. Aunty Moon wanted us to use her umbrellas but of course it is more fun to ‘play’ in the rain – after all it is not something we can do everyday!