Belated Mother's Day gift katanya

Last month, I wanted to get myself a new handbag. I found one that I wanted but honestly, I was halfheartedly in purchasing it. Memangkan memang dah niat nak beli so I decided to get it anyway. Tapi sebelum di belinya bag itu, I got my husband's second opinion. Memang sudah kebiasaan untuk mendapat second opinion from Izwan and he rejected the idea. Obviously, memang frust menonggeng lah member. I told my disappointment to him sebab the reason why I wanted to get the bag is because it is for all the hard-work that I put myself in. Duit bonus so I wanted to reward myself with something beautiful.

Dengan ketidakpuasan hati itu, Izwan promised to get me a ring.

Why ring?

Dulu, I always wanted Izwan to get me a new ring sebab he never really buy me anything. Baik anniversary ke, birthday ke memang tak pernah lah dia beli. He is just not romantic that way. Selalulah dia di asak untuk mendapatkan sebentuk cincin. To be honest, I like to annoy him with such request coz I know he will never buy it for me. And I am not that type of person who like to ask the husband to buy me stuff. I buy my own stuff. So entah kenapa, he agrees to the idea and today, he bought me the ring.

Rasa macam nak kahwin pulak dapat cincin. What ever it is, Alhamdulillah, rezeki Allah kasi. Izwan is not a romantic person. I guess this is just one way of him saying his apology. So yes, apology accepted :)

I am one happy wife.

For better or for worse

We celebrated our 5th anniversary last January. Pejam celik, pejam celik dah 5 tahun berumahtangga. And I must say, it is not easy to sustain a marriage; to sustain my marriage. It's true when they say, you only know your partner only when you sleep, shit and eat together.

Within this 5 years of being together, we have our fair share of ups and downs. It is nothing compared to the ones we had during our 5 years of "courting". The fights, the laughters, the disagreements, the happiness; they are all different. I learned a lot through it. I believe I'm more matured through it. 

So what I gained from this 5 years of marriage. A lot, a hell lot!

In all honestly, this marriage is so powerful coz at times, it able to pull my self-esteem down. It demotivates me to the level where I feel like I want to run away from everything and everyone. It also gives me the disappointment feeling which I have never felt before in my life. Despite the negativity, it is so wonderful that it able to change me to the most happiest person on earth just within split seconds. It motivates me to improve myself to be a better person. It teaches me patience. It teaches me to see things in a bigger perspective. It gives me courage to change myself to be a better person. The feeling is so .... priceless.

5 years, we almost lost it all. But I'm glad we are able to pull ourselves together and still holding our hands strong. I guess, it is a learning process for both of us. We need to understand each other better; our wants and needs. We have to understand that marriage is a team work. It is not a one person's job. It's a lifetime commitment between two person who believe in each other, that promise to be with each other through ups and downs; for better or for worse. 

Hidup senang bersama memang senang to achieve tapi hidup susah bersama adalah cabaran sebenar.

A good wife

I was washing my husband's shirt (yes, I hand-wash my husband's shirts & my blouses) when it hits me with a question - what does it takes to be a good wife?

We've been married for nearly 3 years now. Masih mentah and there are still a lot of things that we need to learn and to understand about each other. Although, we have known each other for nearly 8 years now but that doesn't mean that we know each other inside and out. Masih banyak kelemahan and kekurangan diri yang masih perlu dipelajari. But within this 3 years of marriage, never have I once called myself a good wife. I am far from being a good wife to my husband, not even close!

We are both a working parent. My husband is a Political Journalist hence his time is spend mostly working on his assignments. As a wife, I try to help as much as I can to manage our family although being a working person, a mother and a student all at the same time is tough and tiring but here I am still standing, Alhamdulillah. And with the help I get from Iman's nanny - my helpful helper, kuranglah sikit beban. I get to do all the house chores over the weekend while she help me to look after Iman. Saturday is the only day where I can do the house work - laundry, cleaning and whatnot tanpa gangguan Iman yang comel itu (eh, tiba-tiba). My point is, by doing house chores doesn't mean that I am a good wife right?!

They say a happy marriage starts with the husband's tummy and also a good sex life. Oh yes kids, sex in a marriage is very important. Go ask around if you don't believe me. The increase of divorce rate is all because of unhappy sex life. But I'm not here to write about my sex life. Nanti kena label as porno blog pulak tak pasal. 

To be honest, I rarely, very rarely cook for my husband. We are staying with my parents hence all the cooking is done by my mother. I will only do the cooking if my parents are not around or they requested for pasta. With this, I don't think my husband's tummy is happy though I positively think the tummy is happier with the delicious food that my mom prepared for us. This is another example of me being a bad wife.

We made into a fight recently. Biasalah, rumahtangga mestilah bergaduh but I took it very emotionally and made a fool of myself. I turned myself into a very stubborn person and choose my emotion and not being rationale about it. This is the one thing that I regret the most. Tiap-tiap hari rasa bersalah. I am not going to write what I did to my husband but clearly what I did was wrong dan sebagai seorang isteri, perbuatan itu adalah berdosa.

With this, clearly I am not a good wife. But then again, what does it takes to be a good wife?

Wordless Wednesday

Love,

My most annoying partner-in-crime

My bestfriend

My shoulder to cry on

My fighting partner and forever will be

My pillar of strength

My Bank Negara

My joy and happiness

My most trusted secret-keeper.

My one and only who have the guts the make me cry day and night

My person!

I love you to the moon and back.

Happy Father's Day

We don't normally celebrate Father's Day. For me, every day is a Father's/Mother's Day. There is no need a special day to celebrate your loved ones. It can be celebrated at any other days. But again, having a husband who works around the clock does give us the privilege of "celebrating" Father's Day even if it means staying in the whole day doing nothing. The quality time that we spent for each other is priceless.

We didn't do much on that day. No special dinner. No outing activity. No nothing.

We stayed in, having home-cooked meal prepared by my mother (as usual) and we had a fun time playing with our precious lil girl - playing football that is! She is so much into football it worries me. I guess this is what I get for watching a live football match during 6 months pregnant.

That was how we celebrated Father's Day.

But nonetheless, I would like to express my appreciation to 2 fathers in my life. The first one is of course, my loving father who has been there helping my sister and I through our ups and downs. I used to "melawan" my father all the time. I always disagree with him especially during my teenage years. He sacrificed a lot for us. A lot! And I can never re-pay him for that. I never really say to him directly that I love him (ego much I know), but in his heart he knows that I will never stop loving him.

The last but not least is of course my dear husband who is the father of my child. If Iman knows how to talk, she would probably say the same thing - I LOVE YOU PAPA! And yes dear, we love you to the moon and back. Though we (I) never admit this but you are the pillar of our strength. Love much!

The thing I'll never forget.

I was sick yesterday and lucky me, husband was on leave too. As I always mention, my husband is a super busy person mengalahkan Prime Minister so we hardly have time for each other. Since I'm on MC yesterday, I took the opportunity to spend some quality time together with the husband. Well, poor Iman has to be left at home with her nanny. Takpelah, sekali sekala apa salahnya.

He accompanied me to the clinic pastu lepak-lepak jap kat kedai mamak minum kopi. And before we reached home, we singgah at another kedai mamak for another round of kopi session. Kami pasangan yang economic. Low-profile gitew!

My point is, it's been awhile since we last ride together. Tak ada kena-mengena dengan cerita di atas. We went lunch again to a kedai mamak but only this time we decided to ride the motorbike instead of driving the car.

Sebenarnya nak cerita pasal memory motorsikal ni tapi mukadamih panjang berjela. This motorbike of my husband has been serving us for almost 7 years now. Motor ni juga lah where he met with an accident that have caused him a broken leg kaki masuk besi semua and still, this motorbike has never disappointed us. Banyak jasa motosikal ni espesially during our Uni years. Motor yang tak seberapa cabuk ni lah yang tolong bawa kami ke sana-sini hantar assignment last minute.

As an art student, we are required to do a lot of assignments be it on a piece of paper or on a large A3 board. Motor nih lah yang tolong bawa the large board of mine to be submitted to the lecturers. And of course I don't do it myself, for 1 and half years, Izwan has been the "victim" to carry my assignments where ever I go.

So yesterday, it reminded me how banyak berjasa this motorbike has done to us. Walaupun sudah menghasilkan banyak bunyi-bunyi yang tidak menarik but I told Izwan to keep it until it can never be used again. It reminds me of our zaman kesusuhan.

Eternity

Prior to below post, I believe this song suits it all. Trying not to be too kinky but who am I kidding? There's still  a jiwang side of me hiding somewhere underneath this serious looking girl, Lol! Love you husband :)

Oh! Watched the movie but it's not to my liking and I seriously don't understand why some people cried or going head over heels over the movie. I seriously don't get it. Nasib baik download aje! Jimat duit den.

But the song is to die for! Ah, jiwang.

Anyways, have a great day lovebirds.

365 days

A year ago, Izwan and I, we were officially announced as husband and wife witnessed by family members and close friends.

Today, with an additional member of our small family, it makes our Anniversary a joyous one, though I'm on kain batik and on 44 days mission of "berpantang".

With our bundle of joy, Iman Alexandria

I was in the midst of bf-ing Iman when Izwan forced me, yes forced me to go to the kitchen at 12am sharp, 15 January 2012 with a slice of Indulgence and bouquet of roses on the table. 

Oh dear husband,

Though we were in the midst of "disagreement", it was so sweet of you to give me that bouquet of roses. It was out of ordinary of you to do such thing - for the fact that you usually forget on all the important dates of ours but you didn't forget our first anniversary.

Firstly, thank you for being my husband. Though I may not be the best wife in the world for you for the fact that my stubbornness pisses you off most of the time but please know that you mean the world to me. Thank you for being so patient with me and to stand by me when I needed you the most. Thank you for being the best friend I've ever had by being the most understanding. Most of all, thank you for being YOU though you annoy the hell out of me but hey, that's what made me love you.

I'm not good with words and I have not expressed my love to you that much but my love for you is eternity. May this love we build for each other last forever.

Love much,

Your stubborn wife.

A Day To Remember

It was a bright Monday, 26th December 2011 and as usual, public holiday means cleaning the house, doing 3 rounds of laundry, folding piles of clothes and entertaining Kakak's whines about not being able to jog at KLCC park - a productive day in deed. While waiting for Izwan to arrive home from work, I was busy preparing dinner - fried the marinated chicken mom had prepared, folding the 3rd batch of clothes and watching re-run of Masterchef US. Like I said, a productive day. Upon the arrival of Mr. husband, he asked for a cup of hot coffee since he had to continue doing his work at home and suddenly, I pee-ed on the sofa bed. I ran quickly to the bathroom as it won't stop flowing. I asked Izwan to call Busu (my aunt) to check on whether the running pee was a pee or air ketumban coz it doesn't look like a pee - clear whitey fluid and viscous with few drops of blood in the toilet bowl - confirm kena pergi hospital dah.

Izwan called my gynae to inform him that my water broke and he instructed us to go to the hospital immediately, straight to the labor room. We took our own sweet time. Sempat lagi nak pilih-pilih baju mana nak pakai between a jubah or a pyjamas. Luckily, I've packed my bag, itu pon banyak yang tertinggal. So, moms-to-be, be prepared. Nasib baik hospital-rumah dekat and MRR2 was being nice for not having traffic that night. Off we went to the hospital and get myself admitted at the labor room. I was still in good condition - no pain, no nothing. Sempat gelak ketawa dalam labor room and ordered nasi goreng pattaya and roti canai telur from Izwan. Lapar tak terhingga.

So relax. Rambut boleh kemas-kemas pakai cekak lagi.

After awhile the midwife came to my room and insert an unknown fluid inside my buttock to make me poop. At 12.30am, I was still in a good condition with minimal contraction. The midwife was struggling to get my baby's palm as she was not moving that much that night. Pity Izwan, he had to sleep on the floor as the labor room doesn't provide any extra bed for the husband. It's a labor room remember?! I was 2cm dilated at that time.

I was still fresh and awake that night. I was having a serious goosebump in my tummy. The feeling was surreal. I mean, I'm about to give birth to my child. Unlike Izwan who snored soundly sampai saya yang segan. 

At 4.30am, I asked for a pain-killer from the midwife as I couldn't bare the pain from the contraction. I remember the midwife said that I'm 4cm dilated and I was like baru 4cm? 

I fell asleep right after and suddenly the pain hits me like a bombshell. At 6.30am, I called the midwife half-cried as I couldn't bare the pain. Izwan woke up as I was squeezing his hand tightly. The pain was unbearable. They said that the birth pain is as worst as the period pain one had only that it's 10x painful. I've never experience any period pain before but I can assure you that it is very very very painful. Seriously painful.

The midwife and few nurses came in to prepare me for the delivery. They gave me the oxygen mask and instructed me to breathe only when I feel the contraction. Apa lagi, I breathe entirely using the oxygen mask sampai muntah-muntah kena salin baju. I think I passed out right after. I can't remember what happen to me as the pain kicks in very hard but I remember screaming, chanting ayatul Qursi during the entire process.

At 8.30am, I woke up from the pain and screamed "saya nak berak" to the nurses. The doctor wasn't there yet and the nurses asked me to hold on first and not to push the baby out. I kept on screaming "saya nak berak, saya nak berak" and for all I know I pushed as if I was pushing for the poop to come out and there she was, my baby's out the minute my gynae sat his butt on the chair, Alhamdulillah.

I was all high due to the extra dosage of oxygen. I opened my eyes slowly and I saw my baby being cleaned up by the nurses and I heard the sweet sound of her crying. Alhamdulillah was all I said. The sound of Izwan chanting the Azan and Qamat to my baby girl made it official that we are now the parents of Iman Alexandria. Alhamdulillah, syukur!

I was holding her minutes later and for all I know, I cried while feeding her for the very first time. It was a happy cry, a blissful cry.

Tuesday, 27th December 2011 bersamaan 2 Safar 1433, 8.35am - a memorable day to remember.

Note for my lil precious

My dearest baby,

I know that you're comfortable living in Ibu's womb. You feel safe and loved for I have been carrying you around with me with tender care and make sure that you feel forever safe with me.

I have been nothing but feeling excited, waiting patiently for your delivery. And you would be surprised to see how excited your Papa is, talking to you everyday trying to calm you down for you have been moving actively inside me. You should know by now how much in love we are with you. Papa plays with your non-stop moving hands and legs every night as they are pretty much visible to Ibu's tummy.

And you should see how excited your grandmother preparing for your delivery and to make sure that you're fully equipped when she welcome you home. Let's not talk about her excitement. That may take forever.

Baby, you're one active baby especially during the night. There were times when I cried for I have experienced serious backpain trying my very best to hold you on for you have been kicking me hard at my spine and for moving around recklessly. But that's OK my baby, I know you're having fun playing inside me. I would do anything as long as you're there feeling fine even if it hurts me bad.

The only way for us to stop you is by having Surah Maryam played by your side and I know that you love the wonderful Surah as you stopped moving immediately. And I also know how you love Nasyid songs. When Papa had it played, you moved along with the song and it makes you sleep longer. I know that you're in peace.

You put smile to our face every time we see you during my check-ups. I see your chubby looking face and I'm thankful for you have been a good baby inside me - being healthy that is as I thought that I might lost you during the first trimester as I was not in a good condition. Syukur Alhamdulillah we survived it together. You're one strong baby.

You're now at the prefect position to see the world. As my gynae puts it - it's anytime soon now.

I'm counting days, hours and minutes waiting for your delivery. I know that you're super happy inside me but Papa and I, we couldn't be more happier to welcome you in our arms. I pray everyday that I can see you soon. I pray that we can see each other sooner than expected but baby, please know that I want the best for you. So no pressure.

I shall wait patiently. We shall see each other soon, Insyaallah.

Love you baby,

Ibu and Papa

Maal Hijrah

Yesterday marked the end of the year in the Islamic calender. 

I'm glad that I'm able to perform Maghrib and Isya' with Izwan berjemaah and recited Yassin in between both solat. We don't really get the chance to perform solat together everyday. Once a week pon kadang-kadang susah nak solat berjemaah bersama but Alhamdulillah, yesterday we were given the opportunity to perform solat together. Syukur.

I'm glad that I'm able to celebrate the new year with my loved ones; family and lil cousins under the same roof. My favourite 3 musketeers were here yesterday having dinner and messing around maklang's house as if it was theirs. Huru-hara haru biru dibuatnya but it was all good.

I'm glad that I'm caring a healthy growing chubby looking baby inside me. Alhamdulillah. I'm very much excited to meet my baby in less than 5 weeks time Insyaallah. Woohoo!

I'm glad that I'm able to breath and live the life that I've always wanted - to have a very supportive parents (though sometimes I can never really understand them), a very sporting husband (who annoys the hell out of me), a very much emotional sister (she has a very good heart, nevertheless), cool in-laws, to have a stable life (though work do give me headache most of the time) and friends who are there when I needed them the most. Syukur Alhamdulillah for the rezki and rahmah.

There are so many things to be thankful for and I hope that this new year brings happiness and fill with love and rezki yang dirahmati, Amin. 

I do not have resolutions as I never really follow. But I hope this new year brings happiness to all of us and menjadi tahun yang lebih baik kepada kita semua. Amin.

11.11.11

It's a good/pretty number that everyone's crazy for. Some (I mean like a lot of people) got married/engaged, giving birth to a newborn child; basically did things that's memorable to them that shall never be forgotten as the date itself is very special that comes rarely even in a million years.

I bet you've read them all in the newspapers/heard them over the news of great events happening on that day. And I have my share of not so great event happening on that significant date too.

My husband had to undergo a not so major surgery to remove the steels and screws that have been living under his skin, attached to his right leg for the past 5 years on this beautiful date. All this surgery decision was made spontaneously a day before because he was too bored staying at home practically doing nothing for having a 10 days leave. He decided to make a visit to the hospital for a consultation and looking through the condition of the bone structure, the doctor agreed to make the surgery on the next day.

11.11.11 was the date I have to wait at the OT's waiting room for nearly 3 hours as my husband was in the operation theater having his leg cut open.

Husband after the surgery. High on morphine. 

So there I was practically living at Ampang Puteri for 3 nights accompanying my husband. Bak kata orang utara, cemuih aih!

The screws that have been attached to Izwan's leg for the past 5 years.

Alhamdulillah that the surgery went well with no complications.

Now, this pregnant lady has to look after her husband to make sure that the husband is fully recovered sebab si sang suami adalah seorang makhluk yang super ketegaq.

I'm tired and I need my rest. Sayonara!

And now you're back, you don't get to get me back

If I were still in that phase where everything seems senseless, I would've adored this song to the last bit. But I'm glad that it was written and kept nicely in one of the chapters of my life. At least, I have something nice to tell my children how "challenging" their dad was *tehee* and we survived it, in the most unforgettable way

Labour Day

Had an ohh-so-some stay at The Legend Water Chalets, thanks to the girls for the wedding gift. I got all the rest that I needed. Though the journey from KL to Port Dickson took us nearly 2 and a half hours due to the heavy traffic at PLUS Highway yesterday but we managed to reach the place safe and sound. We arrived just at the right time for late lunch cum early dinner. We were starving to death I must say. But it was all good.

Good news for us, we were upgraded to Premium Chalet for an unknown reason. I dare not ask why, I took the room card and headed straight to our chalet. It was pack with families, group of friends and even couples staying at the beautiful-well-maintained chalets. There were guards everywhere, making rounds almost every hour to check on the chalets. Safety is all been taken care off. Thumbs up!

Night view from our balcony

Premium Chalet

Morning view

We had fun. Mestilah, free stay kan?! Will definitely be here again, with the girls perhaps?!

Hornymoon

After much delay, we finally .... finally booked our tickets yesterday night.

Isn't it awesome? Super sexcited excited! Counting days yo to 26 May 2011!

Oh, I gotta say that firefly is not a cheap airline. So much of calling themselves as a low cost carrier. Pandai mereka memanipulasi the amount of taxes that one has to pay. Bijak! Bijak! Promo yang tak seberapa nak promo. Mahal juga akhirnya.

But what the hell, I'm super excited *woot*woot*

Will you marry me?!

A friend posted a video of another friend proposing to his girlfriend on Facebook. It's been quite a while now but I only got the chance to view the video yesterday after another friend of mine was talking about it over the phone couple of days ago. I honestly think that it was cocky. Ahaks! But it was sweet of him to propose that way. But I still think that it was cocky. Double ahaks!

Jealous? Definitely not! Trust me, I'm no romantic kind of person and I don't do romantic things either. So, yeah!

Izwan never proposed before. Hah! that's explain. But if he does I would have teased and laughed my lungs out till the day he dies. He's not the romantic kind of guy. The day that we decided to get married was the day when both of our parents agreed to do our engagement on March last year. It wasn't because we told them so but it was simple because that month was the month where my mom has finally settled with her shop's renovation and also it was during the school holidays that will be easier for Izwan's family to come down to KL. It was initially planned for a merisik but my parents agreed that we do the engagement all in together considering that Izwan's family are all in Kedah hence they won't be able to come down twice. That was the time that we decided to get married. I wasn't expecting the proposal from him anyway and we have never plan in settling down any time soon.

The only time that Izwan popped the "will you marry me?" question was few months before our Akad Nikah. Isn't it obvious? Only few months down the road of course I said Yes. Gila apa baru nak fikir jawab apa time tuh. Surat permohonan nikah pon dah diluluskan. Tak de maknanya. But of course, he was laughing hysterically when he popped the million dollar question and I remember spanking his head after that. Oh, we are romantic that way.

Anyways, I'm truly happy for both of you but I still find it cocky. Hehe.

Six.

Six years ago, you sent a text message with just an Hello! I did not reply though I know it was from you. That unfamiliar phone number of yours made it so clear to me that you were serious when you said that you wanted to be my friend. Honestly, I know you wanted more than just becoming a friend; becoming my friend. Didn't I tell you that my instinct's a bitch. It never fails on me and it was right all along.

We've been through a lot together. Some were good and some were terribly bad. You have been the sweetest person I have ever met and the most annoying creature god has ever created at certain level of point. Who would have thought, that little annoying of yours has make me love you even more. You who have loved me to the highest sky, who have hated me to the deepest low and who have been the most patience while handling the psycho part of me. And with that, I'm truly grateful for I have made the right decision to stay and to fight for this relationship even when there was a time when I feel of giving up.

Six year later - today, you are the man that I married and to have this love stays forever and to grow old together with you, Insyaallah is all that I'm praying for.

There will be no more today. There will be no more celebration on remembering today but today shall remain forever as the day that you have said Hello!

Love much, your wife

26

Dearest Husband,

Happy 26th birthday. May Allah bless you always with love and joy, murah rezki. Amin. Sorry for not being able to celebrate your birthday on the day it self but I hope you love the cake that we bought for you and for the fact that your favourite boys were there to blow the candles with you. Oh, and you got your expensive ice-cream cake, isn't that awesome?! You've been through a lot these past few years and you're still standing strong. You're one awesome man and I'm glad that I made the right choice by marrying you. Please know that we are all here to love and care for you unconditionally.

Anyways, Happy birthday my dearest. May all your dreams come true and many many happy returns.

Love much,

Your wife.

Broad-not-so-band

First thing first, to all telco providers, could you please upgrade your broadband services to the maximum. It's terrible here in the city of Alor Star even Streamyx got disconnected quite frequently. There's no need of huuhaa-ing on your good services or hanging your broadband devices' adds on every possible street lights if your signal is on a negative level. It's too slow even a rabbit can walk faster than the speed of a broadband. It should be called slowband instead. Urgh!

Secondly, Alhamdulillah, I survived two weeks of wedding fiesta and I swear to god, if anything bad happens to my marriage (minta simpang malaikat 44), I would never want to marry again. This shall be the first and the last wedding that I'm ever going to participate. Buruh kasar toreh getah pun tak sepenat ini. But all in all, I'm happy that everything went as planned. After months of preparing, we've made it all; we have now become a one big happy family.

Minang campur utagha = rojak!

It's been a week since we were married and the feeling is indescribable. But I'm still adapting. I haven't really done my job as a wife yet. Breakfast was prepared by the in-law ever since we arrived Alor Star. Lunch, well lunch we were busy getting things done. And by the time we reach home, food were already placed at the dinner table prepared by Izwan's grandma. Oh, she's 80 and she loves to cook. She cooks everyday and I eat everything that she cooked. I've been enjoying the company to bits. All I did was *list checking* making sure that my husband has his clothes ready/washed/fold and make sure that the house is clean. Ohh, we clean the house after the kenduri/makan-makan by ourselves; the two of us to make sure that the house is as per before the kenduri. Biggest achievement so far; pengantin basuh kuali, bersih rumah while everyone else were already down snoring.

But one thing that makes the different after we were married was the thing that we did yesterday that really catches the heart. Ever since we were married, we haven't had the chance to perform solat together. It's either Izwan first or I solat later. But yesterday afternoon, we decided to perform Zohor together. I cried silently after the last Salam, praying for the very first time as a wife imam-ed by my husband. And I thank Allah for having me making the right decision on marrying the guy that I've married. I can't describe the feeling that I had but I know that the feeling was pure. And I know that we are going to be fine together, Insyaallah. I had the same happy feeling when we prayed Asar and Maghrib. It was beyond words.

And I understand now why Nabi told his ummah that marriage is part of ibadah.

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This post was supposed to be published yesterday's night but due to the lack of signal, it can only be posted today. Oh! by the way, I'm home! Taman Melawati that is.

Tired!

#8

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