KAMBING - GOAT

Pepatah Parsi ada mengatakan, "Kalau tiada masalah, belalah kambing" A Persian proverb did mentioned "If you have no problem, rare goat" Anybody looking for goat meat and milk, contact me.

Shahrul

My uncle had a farm in Ulu Langat, Selangor with more than 300 goats from various breed such as Saneen, Alpine and Boer.

Aleya Mashitah in action

ALEYA MASHITAH

Assalamualaikum

I was so happy because my daughter, Aleya can say the kalimah "ALlah" loud and clear. She start to understand when and how to use the kalimah.

As for Ahmad, he can give salam in full and his pronounciation for the kalimah "Laillaha'illalLah" is getting better and better.

Masya ALlah.

SHAHRUL

SELAMAT HARI GURU - HAPPY TEACHERS DAY

Assalamualaikum and a very good day...

I would like to take this opportunity to wish Happy Teachers Day to my brother and sister in law - Cikgu Saiful (teaching in Sekolah Rendah Bandar Baru Sentul) and Cikgu Siti Hajar (Sekolah Kebangsaan Jalan Batu) for dedicating their life for teaching profession.

We are so proud with both of you...

Without teacher - the whole world will be in darkness.

Cikgu Saiful is the one with the pink shirt... and Cikgu Hajar is the one with purple headscarf.

Shahrul
I cant remember who taught me ABC... but anyway, May ALlah blessed him/her

Kampung life is so simple... relax...

Salamz... Hieeee....

Kampung life is simple, relax and enjoying.

I was born in the city, busy everywhere... full of people.
Traffic jammed almost all the time...
People in hurry, speeding and least tolerance
Time was counted in milisecond
Money is counted into single cents
No time to say hello to your neighbour
and sometime (most of the time?) you didnt know who is your neighbour

If you have parking space for your car without competing with someone else, that's good enough.
Sometime, someone you didnt know exist in this world would dare to park infront of your house, leaving no contact number...
So many people live in the city, they may need clothes and shoes - and they decide to have yours... you opened the door, your shoes is no more there, and your pants is also not in the hanger, the next day you see someone wearing your t-shirt...

Ah... that's life...


Lucky (ALhamdulilLah) I'm married to a village girl.... nearby the sea, full of buffaloes, goats, ducks, chickens, tapir and so on.. plenty of fruits., lucky (ALhamdulilLah) for my children Ahmad and Mashitah, to have hometown in the Kuala Penor, Kuantan, Pahang.

Shahrul
used to live in kampung pandan

BALAKOT IN REMEMBERANCE

BALAKOT in rememberance...

I was in Balakot, Kashmir on the third week of Ramadhan. The photo I attached here is a photo of a door (darwazah) of a room in a Government Hospital in Balakot. The whole building has cracked and it is not safe to use the buildings, however, the door still standing serving it's "emergency" moment in the hospital.

The situation in that area is horrible, with the cold weather approaching, not enough supply of tent, people still shock and trauma, no electricity, health and sanitation issues, people in the mountain side still didnt come down, there are those who still waiting in their destroyed house searching for the loved ones, hoping for miracle... We can still feel the aftershocks and sometimes it is really strong, I was once thrown over from the bed. Some road still closed as it needs repairment and machines to remove the big stone that blocked the way...

I was in Kashmir on AMAN MALAYSIA mission, led by Dato Mukhriz Mahathir, the younger son of our ex Prime Minister. AMAN did send few more teams including medical and humanitarian to assist the victims.

It seems like ALlah just wanted us to learn something; that is either you live on the low land (Acheh - tsunami), or in high land (Kashmir - earthquake) or in sophiscated land (America - Katarina), the signs of ALlah will always made clear for you to THINK and to REMEMBER.

Shahrul, Balakot in Rememberance

this is photo of my friend, Dr. Kasim - a doctor from Kelang with one of the victims - an old grandfather from village on top of the mountain, looking for assistance to confront killing Himalayan winter...

This is Rosemah

This is my lovely wife, Rosemah Roseli. She's holding Aleya Mashitah and as usual, next is Ahmad smiling. On the background of the photo is my cousin, Aisyatul Rodhiah. The photo was taken in my auntie house, Makcik Sabariah... the wife of my late uncle, Pak Cik Din (Zainuddin) who passed away on the same day with Aslan Mashkadov, 2nd President of Chechnya. We went to her house for Aidilfitri celebration.

In Malaysia, we celebrate Aidilfitri the whole Syawal as we celebrate the whole Ramadhan. Every day there will be an open house, if not in daytime, nightime is also permissable...

However, this year, our family didn't celebrate Aidilfitri in a grand way. Just a reasonable ones, as my uncle (Pak Cik Din) passed away this year and moreover, my eldest daughter - the twin of Aleya Mashitah; the late Aleya Maisarah passed away on 4th of Ramadhan while we woke up for Sahur (sehri). ALlah give us loan and HE took it anytime as HE wish. Very sad but HE knows better than you.

Shahrul
How the Acehnese & Kashmiri's celebrate their Aidilfitri after the Tsunami and Earthquake (zalzalah)? They lost more than what I lost, they lost the whole family, the whole neighbourhood, they lost everything... May ALlah blessed them!

THIRD GENERATION

Assalamualaikum, Halo everybody, this is my father - Haji Said bin Haji Daud, ex Imam of Masjid Al Hidayah Sentul Pasar and a well known Guru's for Persatuan Silat Seni Gayong Malaysia, and the one standing - yeah, the handsome guy, its me... and the small boy is who else if not Ahmad. The photo was taken during our Aidilfitri 1426 Open House. All of us are wearing the same dress. I never realised that being a father is not an easy job and I kept criticizing my father on the way he had treated us, Masya ALlah. But, when Ahmad start giving me headache, I realised, being a father is a very tough job and it is not as simple as I've been thinking how my father should treated me... full of discussion, exchanging ideas, smile and encouragement... hahahahaha.. without canning, pressure, staring, loud voice and scold - I'm sure not a person today... Well Ahmad, now it is your turn... grrrr...

Shahrul
my grandfather is more "fierce" and "brutal" than my father...

MY FIRST PHOTO IN ASHGAROO CAMP

Assalamualaikum, this is my first photo in Afghan Refugee Camp. At this moment, I was working with Malaysian NGO; Global Peace Mission Malaysia, I've served them for 2 years +.

The name of the camp is Ashgaroo Camp. Located in Parachinar, an area in Tribal Area, bordering with Afghanistan. It was my first posting to Pakistan. Previously I was posted to Central Asia, where all the "stans" countries are located. I never thought of coming back to another "stans" countries after that.

At this moment of time, I didnt met or know Rosemah (my ex fioncee) at all. At this moment, Br. Iqbal didnt joint us yet, event I did not know he even exist. I was accompanied by Br. Baktiar, a young Johorian, who never leave Malaysia except to Singapore... I'll tell Baktiar story later on.

Next to me in the photo is Ir. Iqbal, an engineer working with ISRA Pakistan for Water & Sanitation project in Ashgaroo, later on, I went with him to Kashmir.

Actually, I'm thinking of putting some other photo, but when I passed through this photo, my mind stuck with my first trip to Afghan refugee camp. A very unique experience but very difficult to share with others especially on the living condition, sanitation, education, gender, living children, and so on...

I've learned Pushto, Farsi and Urdu while in Pakistan, and since I travell quite frequently inside Afghanistan, I have the opportunity to practise the zuban (language) often, event my Uzbek Cha also can be utilised.

MUNCUL KEMBALI

Assalamualaikum

Nothing much to write, just wanted to post a photo of my children and niece and nephews.

From left-behind - Nashriq, Mukmin and Ahmad (my son), left-infront - Balqish and Mashitah (my daughter)

Shahrul