A month ago I had my cataract surgery on my left eye. A year before I had this double vision problem so the surgery had to be postponed until my vision improved and the problem solved.
My eyes are better now even though not 100 percent clear vision. Of course it will not be as clear as vision of young person because age is another factor to determine one's vision.. The older you get the more cloudy your vision.. Except some lucky people who never had to wear spectacle.. My case, I had started to wear glasses when I was form 2..long long time ago.
Now, I am at home slowly recuperating but I was not lonely as almost every morning dropping by my brother's home for chatting and makan makan. Ohhh.. I really enjoy my retirement and have no regrets.
When my first daughter was still small, she could only count 1,2,3,4,5 and 6. So number six is the biggest number for her.. Meaning there is no more number after six.. Of course, later when she grows bigger she can count more.. And now she is a lawyer.. Properties and management is her expertise..
I talk about this because last time when I asked her.. Do you love Mommy.. She would answer.. Yes I do.. I replied how much do you love Mommy? Six.. She replied.. And we would laughed hard because for her that is the highest number ever. Six.
That was the joke my husband and me would remember and still use until today.. So I always asked my husband the same question.. And he would say., six.. 😂
Just now I asked Aurora the same question.. She answered bigger number.. 10. I asked only 10? Why not million? She said 10/10..perfect 10..Well the number improved from 6 to 10 for the youngest sibling.. 😂😂
My children.. For me all three of you are my happiness.. My son is my sun.. Without him, there is no living.. My daughter is my moon.. That shines softly upon my darkest nights .. And Aurora is the stars.. Millions of them uncountable..
And my husband is my universe.. I shall love you and uphold my love until the next world.
It has been 5 years since I struggle hard to recite the holy words.. Al Quran Nur Kareem.. It started during Covid when I could go to office and needed to work from home..
One day, I was watching outside my front door and dreaming things.. When I heard my neighbour next door reciting Quran. I felt sad because my recitation was not as smooth as he's and I was jealous. Why can't I recite like her.
From that day onwards I recite every day.. Looking up You Tube to learn to pronoun the words correctly. I struggled hard but I make a point never to leave a da without recite at least few lines from Quran.
My eyes began to deteriorate so I installed apps in my phone so I can recite any time and anywhere.
Now after 5 years I can recite like my neighbour and spend any free time to recite even when taking a break during my morning walk.. Sitting at the park and recite.
Al Quran is my food.. And my day is not complete without it. If I was nearly falling asleep, I jumped out of my bed and recite when suddenly remembered that I didnot recite that day.
The thing I am scared about is when I die I can't recite.. And I really hope the words get into my heart and stay there.. To be my friends and lit up my dark space inside the ground..
I now truly believe.. The closer you try to get near Allah, the much closer He gets to you.. Thank You Dear Allah for giving me the lights.. From the one who could not recite to the person who can't live without Your Words.. You Are The Most Kind and The Most Merciful..
All along my life, I have never been admitted in hospital wards except for pregnancy cases or deliveries. Nevertheless, year 2025 broke my record.
Last Tuesday, Aurora had a school off so we went out late for breakfast. Early morning I had some fried bananas and and later some mee hon soup. That afternoon I had some rice with a fried fish. Almost immediately I felt something was wrong.
I vomited everything.. Non stop. My husband drove me to emergency. After drip I refused to be admitted and went home. The whole night I could not even keep a few sips of water in my tummy.. All out and by the next morning I was too weak and my husband had to carry me back to emergency.
No choice I had be warded. Meaning the doctors were going to study me, my health history and all. Of course my diabetics would be the major drawback.
3 days and 2 nights I had my holidays in the ward which was more like a nightmare. I could not move, I vomited and every inch of my two arms were jabbed for drip and insulin. I lost count how many times my blood was taken for tests.
When the doctor came to my bed the third morning and broke the news that I would be discharged, it was the happiest moment in my life.
Until now, I feel weak. Slowly my appetite came back and the vimitting completely stopped. Alhamdulillah.. Thank You Allah.
To all the doctors ( young and handsome.. Woww).. nurses and even the cleaners.. Thank you so much. You are all great workers.
To my dearest sister De, Jun..Abg E.. Thank you for your care and love and food. And my husband and kids.. You are the reasons I want to home... Love
