Showing posts with label Adib. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Adib. Show all posts

7 Jul 2011

♥ Wildan Mukhalladun

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Bismillahirrahmanirrahim..

In remembrance of Almarhum Muhammad Adib Bin Mohd Khairuddin.."Wildan Mukhalladun" ;')

Duhai hati, teruslah bersangka baik dengan Allah kerana Dialah Al-Hikmah yg terunggul!

 
Empat tahun telah berlalu.. Alhamdulillah perjalanan hidup Adib di dunia ini telah sempurna walaupun hanyalah seketika. Kami dipesan untuk terus berhadapan dengan ujian ini sebagai orang beriman menerima ujian Allah. Kami juga dipesan untuk terus bersangka baik dengan Allah dan yakin bahawa Allah itu adalah Al-Hakim. Atas pesanan² itu kami belajar untuk redha dan tabah.. terus redha dan redha sehingga ke saat ini.. Dan akan terus mengucapkan terima kasih atas sokongan dan simpati teman², bila diceritakan kisah Adib, anak tunggal kami..


Empat tahun yang lalu, selesai perjalanan Adib, terus bersangka baik dengan Tuhan, menghadapinya dengan cara orang beriman, ada hikmah dalam ujian, lebih mudah saya melepaskan Adib apabila benar-benar redha.. moga ini adalah pinjaman untuk saya yang paling lumayan! Word could do no justice to the sheer magnitude of this test Allah gave upon us.. :')


Moga Adib menunggu & melambai² kami, untuk bersama²nya di sana nanti, di hari yang tiada keraguan padanya. May Allah keep him safe and be a pearl in Jannah.. Amin.

Maha suci Allah yang di tanganNya kerajaan (pemerintahan) dan Dia Maha Kuasa atas tiap-tiap sesuatu, Yang menjadikan mati dan hidup, supaya Dia menguji kamu, siapa di antara kamu yang lebih baik amalannya, dan Dia Maha Perkasa lagi Maha Pengampun - 67:1-2.


12 Jul 2010

♥ Never Be Forgotten..

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Bismillahirrahmanirrahim..

Assalamualaikum..

[Backdated entry]



As usual. A million days could pass us by.. you’re more than a memory.. you will never be forgotten.







4 July, 2007



Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven
Will it be the same
If I saw you in heaven
I must be strong, and carry on
Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven..

Would you hold my hand
If I saw you in heaven
Would you help me stand
If I saw you in heaven
I'll find my way, through night and day
Cause I know I just can't stay
Here in heaven..

Time can bring you down
Time can bend your knee
Time can break your heart
Have you begging please
Begging please

Beyond the door
There's peace I'm sure.
And I know there'll be no more...
Tears in heaven

Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven
Will it be the same
If I saw you in heaven
I must be strong, and carry on
Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven..











Adib..

Moga tenang di sana..
Moga ketemu di sana..



4 Jul 2009

♥ Dua Tahun Berlalu..

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Dear blog,

Assalamualaikum..


Dua tahun yang lalu, pada hari ini, berlaku tragedi yang traumatik bagi saya, hubby & keluarga. Masih saya ingat lagi dengan jelas, malam sebelumnya, 3 Julai, saya tidak dapat melelapkan mata. Hubby kelihatan kepenatan pulang dari kerja lewat malam, jadi saya rasa tak perlu saya menganggu tidurnya. Saya berjaga sepanjang malam, perut saya terasa sedikit memulas. Memang saya perasan pergerakan baby agak kurang pada malam itu. Saya alunkan ayat suci Al Quran, Surah Maryam, Yusuf, Luqman, Sajadah, Yasin & al Mulk berulang² menerusi telefon walkman saya, saya tekapkan di perut seperti biasa. Selesai kesemua surah, saya masih belum dapat melelapkan mata.

Saya terus online, surf internet, mencari nama² yang sesuai untuk baby. Nama² yang cantik & ada maknanya. Saya terus berjaga sehingga subuh, dan terus kejutkan hubby untuk subuh dan bersiap ke ofis. Sepanjang tempoh saya mengandung, saya tidak bekerja. Saya pada masa itu surirumah sepenuh masa yang menguruskan segala keperluan hubby. Saya pagi itu agak kepeningan, kerana berjaga sepanjang malam. Hubby risau melihatkan keadaan saya, tetapi saya yakinkan padanya, saya tidak apa². Saya ok, insyaAllah. Saya menolak untuk ke klinik. Pagi itu saya rasa agak lemah. Mungkin kerana tidak tidur sepanjang malam. Perut saya terasa makin memulas. Mama mengajak saya ke klinik. Saya menolak lagi. Saya fikir mungkin kerana perut saya meragam. Saya mungkin sembelit (keadaan biasa bagi wanita yang mengandung).

Dari pagi hingga ke tengahari, saya terbaring. Sambil tidur, tetapi saya terjaga setiap masa. Pukul 12 tgh hari, saya terjaga. Saya terasa baby di dalam kandungan bergerak. Sambil berbaring, saya alunkan lagi surah² pilihan, seperti biasa, saya tekapkan di perut, dekat dengan baby. Saya tertidur. Pukul 2 petang, saya terjaga semula, terasa perut makin sakit. Saya ke tandas. Mungkin saya sembelit. Saya telefon kakak saya di hospital, dia nasihatkan saya untuk makan buah²an seperti betik, untuk melegakan sembelit.

Pengambilan ubat adalah tidak dibenarkan semasa mengandung. Saya tertidur semula. Pukul 4 petang, saya tidak dapat berbaring lagi. Kesakitan perut yang memulas² makin menjadi². Saya berulang² ke bilik air. Saya beritahu mama. Saya mungkin sembelit. Tetapi saya perasan, kesakitan saya seolah² constant. Pada mulanya setiap dua jam sekali. Kali terakhir saya perasan, setiap 15 minit sekali. Saya masih belum syak apa².

Jam 4.48, saya sms hubby, pesan padanya untuk singgah ke gerai buah untuk belikan saya buah²an bila pulang petang nanti. Perut terasa makin sakit. Saya ke bilik air. Tidak disangka, segalanya berlaku dengan pantas. Saya terkejut. Seluruh badan saya menggeletar. Tangan dan kaki saya menjadi sejuk. Saya menangis. Darah mula mengalir sejurus selepas air itu pecah. Dalam keadaan kesakitan dan berlumuran darah, saya keluar dari bilik air dan mencapai telefon & saya sempat unlock kunci pintu bilik. Tak mungkin saya akan keluar mencari sesiapa di luar bilik dengan keadaan saya yang sebegitu.

Saya masuk semula ke dalam bilik air, saya dail nombor telefon rumah, baba yang menjawab, saya dengan tertahan², saya tidak tahu bagaimana harus saya beritahu pada baba, saya minta dia panggilkan mama untuk ke bilik saya. Saya terus call hubby pula. Mama masuk ke bilik & terkejut, mama suruh saya bersiap secepat mungkin, baba datang menjengah, kedua²nya terkejut dan cemas sekali. Saya cuba menenangkan diri, saya sarung jubah, saya capai tudung dan beg, sedikit pakaian ala kadar. Di dalam kereta saya sempat call hubby, saya ke hospital dengan mama & baba.

Sampai di Hospital An Nur, saya di tolak dengan kerusi roda ke labour room. Semuanya begitu pantas sekali. Saya tidak sangka saya akan bersalin secepat itu. Saya belum bersedia sepenuhnya. Mental & emosi. Sungguh, saya tidak menyangka sakit sekejap² yang dirasai pada hari itu adalah petanda sakit sebelum bersalin. Subhanallah. Saya tidak tahu. Mama, baba & kakak² saya semua ada di sisi saya. Mertua saya & ipar turut sampai selepas itu. Hubby saya tiba di hospital secepat mungkin. Saya tidak dapat bayangkan betapa lajunya dia memandu, tak sampai 20 minit dari Subang ke Kajang. Saya berbaring di katil, darah masih keluar dengan banyak..

Doktor membuat scanning dan kami dapat melihat dia dengan jelas. Kami dapat melihat degupan jantungnya makin lemah. Kami tidak dapat berbuat apa² lagi. Saya terus menangis, seluruh keluarga saya turut menangis. Sedih. Teramat sedih. Saya tidak dapat menghentikan air mata. Saya terus berserah pada Allah, saya pasti semuanya adalah kehendak Dia. Baba berpesan supaya saya terus membaca ayatul Kursi, berselawat dan saya tidak lupa untuk mengucap syahadah. Baba jampikan air selusuh buat saya. Sakit yang bertambah² membuatkan saya tidak dapat terus berbaring, atau pun duduk. Kesakitan yang dirasai makin teruk. Pada masa itu saya tahu baby telah tiada. Tapi saya perlu melahirkannya secara normal.

Doktor memasukkan ubat untuk induce kan proses kelahiran. Disebabkan baby saya tidak lagi dapat membantu sepanjang proses kelahiran itu nanti, saya perlu melakukannya sendirian. Badan saya panas, saya demam serta-merta. Doktor menyuntik ubat untuk beri saya tidur buat sementara waktu. Tapi kesakitan yang amat membuatkan saya tidak memberi peluang langsung pada ubat yang disuntik itu untuk bertidak. Doktor menambah 1 suntikan lagi. Namun masih tiada kesan. Doktor mengatakan saya begitu kuat. Dia juga mengatakan saya nampak lebih kuat bila hubby ada di sisi, berbanding ahli keluarga lain yang temankan saya. Alunan ayat suci al Quran dipasang di dalam labour room. Saya rasa lega sedikit..

Saya terdengar juga laungan azan di masjid berdepan dengan hospital. Saya kira sudah masuk waktu Maghrib. Sampai tiba saat kelahiran, saya genggam kuat tangan hubby, saya tidak pedulikan apa² lagi. Cuma telinga saya sahaja mendengar alunan ayat² al Quran. Proses melahirkan menjadi begitu rumit apabila saya tidak dibantu oleh baby. Subhanallah, saya telah merasa peritnya melahirkan. Suami saya melihat sendiri sepanjang tempoh kritikal itu. Bersusah-payah saya mengumpul sepenuh tenaga saya, untuk melahirkan. Saya tahu, saya masih menangis semasa saat itu. Dan setelah baby dilahirkan pun, airmata saya mengalir laju, sebab saya tahu, saya takkan dapat mendengar tangisannya..

Saya tidak ingat apa² lagi selepas itu. Saya pengsan selepas melahirkan. Setengah jam kemudian, saya tersedar. Semua keluarga saya ada di sisi mengelilingi katil. Doktor bertanya samada saya mahu melihat arwah baby saya, dalam lemah saya mengangguk. Sewaktu baby ditunjukkan kepada saya, saya perasan keluarga saya menangis. Tetapi saya tak mampu lagi untuk menangis, saya hanya memandang & sempat sedekahkan Al Fatihah buatnya.

Subhanallah, dia cukup sempurna. Namun tiada apa yang mampu saya lakukan lagi. Saya tahu Allah meminjamkannya untuk berada bersama saya sekejap cuma. Terima kasih ya Allah, kerana pinjamkan dia pada saya. Walaupun sementara. Saya tetap merasa menjadi seorang ibu. Saya dapat merasa ikatan kuat saya dengan dia sepanjang dia berkongsi hidup dengan saya. Ikatan yang sukar saya gambarkan dengan kata², hanya Allah Maha Mengetahui, dan hanya para ibu yang memahaminya.

Saya dapat tahu daripada kakak², pada malam jenazah arwah baby Adib dibawa pulang ke rumah [saya masih di tahan di wad], mereka lihat baba menangis. Tangisannya tak dapat ditahan, dia masuk ke dalam bilik air, menangis teresak² sampai kedengaran di luar. Pertama kali mereka dengar baba menangis teresak², sebaknya saya rasa.. mungkin kerana ini kali pertama dia kehilangan cucu.. hmm.

Memang perit bila mengenangkannya, tetapi saya pasti perancangan Allah adalah terbaik. Taqdir bukan hukuman buat saya. Saya redha dengan pemergiannya. Saya dan hubby akan bertemunya lagi, insyaAllah.. di jannah nanti. Doakan.

Setiap 4 Julai, saya & hubby akan terus mengingati sehingga akhir hayat kami, Muhammad Adib, anak sulung kami telah dilahirkan ke dunia ini, dan telah jua dihantar pergi..

"Ya Allah, jadikanlah dia sebagai simpanan pendahuluan bagi ibubapanya, dan sebagai titipan kebajikan yang didahulukan dan menjadi pengajaran teladan serta syafaat bagi ibubapanya. Beratkanlah timbangan kebajikan bagi keduanya, cucurilah kesabaran ke hati keduanya dan janganlah menjadi fitnah bagi keduanya sesudahnya dan janganlah Engkau luputkan bagi keduanya akan ganjarannya. Amin Ya Rabbal 'Alamin.."





We'll always love u..






4 Jul 2008

♥ Melancholy

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If tear could build a stairway, and memories a lane,
I’d walk right up to heaven, and bring you home again..

My son would have been 1 year today had he lived.

For anyone who has lost a child, and I myself have lost one, the pain, anger and sorrow don’t become any less sharp. Those feelings may take a back seat to the inevitable everyday tasks and duties that we must carry out, but I find the smallest reminder can easily bring them to the fore again. For me, it is birthdays or holidays, a certain child’s cry, baby booties or a child s eyes looking into mine. I used to ask myself if it was wrong to continue to feel the grief so deeply until I read a story of another woman who had also lost a child. She, too, had the same conflicts of emotion: the need to “get on with life” and “snap out of it” versus the need to keep our children’s memories alive.

When we lose a child, especially if it is sudden and unexpected, it is as if a part of us dies too. There is a strong connection with our children which starts from the time a single seed is fertilized and becomes a living being. For mothers, there is no relationship more intimate that that of a woman with her unborn child during pregnancy.

Because of this, we feel our children’s every hurt, we instinctively know what they need, and we live to protect them. When they die, the loss of this “human” connection can bring on the most terrible kind of grief. Because we feel that we must “move on,” many of us keep this grief internally, afraid to admit that it doesn’t get any better. Having said that, there are ways of managing the pain and grief, so that it doesn’t overwhelm your life and does allow you to move on. Here are the things that I found helped (and hope could continue to help) me:

Grieve. I think it is OK to grieve, and there need be no time limit to your grief. Grieving is healthy and it helps you to rationalize your feelings.

Talk about it. You may feel that you don’t want to talk to people, because you don’t want them to feel uncomfortable. However, not talking about your child may make you as if they never existed or were no longer a part of your life; and they are!

One of my greatest achievements was when someone asked me how many children I had, and I said one, but died. Technically, I would have said none. Yes, there may be an awkward moment on the part of the listener, but to me, I have acknowledged my children. Once it becomes apparent that I am not uncomfortable discussing it, the listener will relax too and the awkwardness will pass—for both of you!

If you keep your child’s spirit alive, you will keep yourself alive and your emotions balanced. Talk about your child, what they did, how they looked, what they might have been like now. You will find the memories uplifting and your child will continue to be a part of your family. More importantly, you may find that the grieving process becomes easier. I am not saying that we should build a shrine for a lost child, but by the same token, I personally believe that it is unhealthy to simply stop talking about them.

Take the good days with the bad. Even years and years following the death of your child, you will have your good and bad days. This is normal, we are not super women, we are human. When I woke up this morning, I said to myself “It’s Adib’s birthday. He would have been 1yr today..” Last night I cried—a deep, soul-wrenching cry. Then I thought & talked about him. It helped a lot. When you have a very bad day, keep busy.

Accept and be blameless. This is the hardest thing of all. You may not accept that they had to die, but learn to accept that they did. One thing we will never know the answer to is why it had to be our child, so tormenting ourselves with “what if” and “if only” will only cause unnecessary and unhealthy guilt. What my husband keep telling me are:

- Accept that what has come to pass cannot be changed.
- Accept that it is you who are still living and live.
- Accept that life can be too short and live each day as if it is your last.

Happy birthday, Adib! We love you soooo very much!

6 Nov 2007

♥ Your Birthday..

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4th November, 2007

Losing a child has got to be
The very worst ordeal for any parent
You believe that you’ll go first

You protect them from the day they’re born
And give them all your love
Then suddenly the moment comes
When they’re taken up above

You never really get over it
But you have to carry on
You cry forever for your baby
The heartache just goes on.

But now you are with Him
And I have to understand
He’ll cuddle you and love you
And always hold your hand.

Mama cant sleep, and cant stop thinking of you.. :’)

20 Aug 2007

♥ Our Precious..

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Dear blog,

Assalamualaikum..

baby Pictures, Images and Photos

It looks like this is the last post for the parenting journey series i planned to do since i have delivered the baby on the 4th of July 2007.. so sad that the 1st post was only a day before the delivery. it was still too early as the baby is only 23 weeks old so he didnt survive.. yes, he’s a boy and we named him MUHAMMAD ADIB..he weighed 1.02 pounds and he was so perfect.. he was asleep, he was pink, he also had a lot of dark hair, he was quite long, his tiny little fingers, hands, legs and toes, even the fingernails were all perfect.. we kept on saying how beautiful, perfect and tiny he was.. masya Allah..

I was about to post few scan pic and some clinic visit but i guess its all history now.. i remember my hubby said “i have my cam that day but trust me i just can’t shoot a thing…” until today he just can’t see anything worth to shoot but didnt regret not shooting the baby. He just can’t do it. luckily i was able to go thru a normal labour process and now doing well i am, alhamdulillah. and i am eternally grateful to have him beside me all the time.. he was truly wonderful during my labor with his tremendous support..he is my soul mate and without his love, care, kindness, devotion and understanding i think i would have given up. We did have our bad times but we weren’t prepared to give in.

When i had my first scan, we could see our little baby for the first time on the screen, the baby was growing, everything was fine. Everyday my little bump was getting bigger and stronger. I would just sit, watch and wait for movements..No one knows exactly how special this baby was to us both. A new little life was growing inside made of out of so much love. We just couldn’t wait for our baby to be born to love and cherish for ever.. But our precious baby boy was finally there with us and we never heard a little cry.. total silence.. Everyone was crying in the delivery room, it was so sad.. Nothing anyone could say or do could ease the pain we were going through..

Looking back now, i realise and understand that as traumatic as it was - it was God’s way. There is not a day that passes by when we do not think of our baby. We always tell we have a son - our little angel when people ask how many children we have. After all Adib did exist. And i never thought that i would be able to look back and smile at those difficult and sad times.. to this day i can still remember how it felt.

I just wanna say thanks to all that wish us well.. I really can not put in to words how much all of my close family mean to me/us and wanna thank them all for their kindness and support throughout this traumatic time.. Although a new chapter has begun, the begining is with us each and everyday of our lives.. We plan a second honeymoon trip before this blessed Ramadhan and hopefully everything will turn up fine after that..insyaAllah.. wish us well and thank you. Allah bless u all.. Amin.


3 Jul 2007

♥ We will always love you..

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I always wanted to know how things were for other people. How much weight were they gaining, what their bellies looked like, when they went into labor. So, of course, I wanted to know when people felt the baby kick.

When I thought of my baby in there, I always imagined a little thing, just walking around on the walls of my uterus. Yes, I know it sounds silly. I get it. But? That’s what I thought. A mall-walking fetus. Trying to explain to someone what those first few kicks are like is trying to explain a sneeze. You see it in your mind. You can almost feel it, but you can’t put it to words.

A girl I knew had described the feeling as “butterflies in her belly.” I went weeks waiting for the butterfly feeling. It never came. Then I started waiting for big kicks. They didn’t come either. Even better, it is more like trying to describe a fart, since that is the portion of your body that is all wonky, anyways. Go ahead. Describe one. I’ll wait.

Finally, I caught on and put the cellphone + the walkman on my belly. When it started to bounce, I knew it was the baby. Even though I couldn’t feel my baby, I could see that he was kicking. The best part about when the baby started to kick meant that we had “Interactive Fetus!” Interactive Fetus was a lot of fun. You could blow on your belly and make her jump. If you pressed enough, he’d start to kick.

And sometimes, if her Daddy stuck his face next to the belly and talked long enough, he’d kick him in the face. Haha.. i love my baby.. ;)

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