House of Humaimee Humaimee

Miracle from Allah. The first birth resulted in twins. The second … a sextuplet! Subhaanallah, this is interesting: the Gosselin Family.

Haaa …. apa yang tersengih-sengih tu … apa yang anda tengah fikirkan tu?? Nakal ya …

Hehe … malam ni agak payah nak tidur. Agaknya sebab minum kopi tadi. Jadi, sementara menunggu diri dilanda mengantuk, saya ingin membawa kawan sekalian kepada satu peringatan yakni berkenaan malam pertama. Astaghfirullah, usah fikirkan malam pertama yang itu. Takde koje saya nak cerita kat sini Tidak, sebenarnya malam pertama yang saya maksudkan adalah malam pertama di alam kubur. Silalah baca entrinya di sini dan sini (nampaknya saya pun dah terikut-ikut gaya memblog Aizat). Semoga kita semua tergolong di kalangan orang-orang yang bijak terhadap masa yang Allah kurniakan … amin.

Even after leaving IIUM, I must admit that it’s reputable charisma and unspoken charm never fail to bloom my heart with a renewed spirit and determination. Every visit that I had made was always welcomed by the sheer pleasure and essence of calm and happiness.

Sometimes I just wonder - what is it about IIUM that’s so intriguing? Despite its distinguished beauty and serene landscape, I am more than convinced that there are other factors to its attraction. Could it be the people there - where diverse cultures and races meet and pray harmoniously together? Or could it be the learning environment - where lecturers and tutors alike come into force to nurture future masterminds of Islam?

As I drove my mum’s Savvy around the campus last Friday, I could not help recalling the days I had being there. Every inch of IIUM seems to have a story to retell of its own accord. Driving pass KAED reminded me of one of the nights when Zul’s Tiara ended up in a deep ditch somewhere in the woods. When I climbed up the stairs towards KICT General Office, the air still smelt the same. The air that once lingered around me while I was a student had again filled up my lungs after almost two years - it felt refreshing (err… I guess not in the sense of breathing fresh air ).

“The only thing constant is change,” Dr. Fauzan once mentioned in class. That’s affirmative. There were new faces among the KICT academic staff member. It seems that most of those who had taught me and my batch have already gone abroad for study leave.

As Friday prayer time approached, I decided to leave early for the mosque. Earlier on, I met Dr. Mohiudin to get my recommendation letters (my wife and I are in progress to apply for Masters/PhD). I also requested from Dr. Adam but he was in a Senate meeting at the time. Only then did I knew that he was still the dean. Well, perhaps not all things have changed

At the mosque, I could hear people reciting the Glorious Qur’an. Masya-Allah. But what I really like about that day was the khutbah. It was given by a lecturer from the department of Arabic language. The khutbah, although in Arabic, was very sound and clear in terms of pronunciation and tone. My eyes trickled - I’ve never really understood most Arabic lectures in my life, but this time it was different. The way the khatib conveyed the khutbah was really something - it was something that I should learn from and make as an inspiration to continue learning the language of the Qur’an.

Lan-Toh-Yaa. I presume no one knows what that means. It’s just a jargon Tok uses for the late Altantuya. We were on our way to our relative’s when he saw an advertisement panel sporting a female model who had a complexion almost like Altantuya.

“Hah! Itu macam Lan Toya!” he said.
(Hah! That looks like Lan Toya!)

“Mananya macam Lan Toya!” said Opah, a bit annoyed.
(Doesn’t even look like Lan Toya!)

Tok likes to invent odd words and nicknames, sometimes, even using them for a different meaning. At one time, before he went up the stairs, Mimi had asked him:

“Tok nak pergi mana?”
(Where are you going, grandpa?)

“Nak pergi Seremban,” replied Tok innocently.
(To Seremban)

“Hah?!”

“Seremban.”

“Ohh … Seremban … hehe…” said Mimi, finally realising the joke. Tok wanted to go to jamban (toilet).

My family and my wife will be coming over to visit Tok and Opah tomorrow. Our pre-Raya is just about to start!

Masya-Allah. Kalaulah blog ini diibaratkan sebagai sebuah rumah, alamatnya berhabuklah blog saya. Lama benar tak buat sebarang entri yang padat dan mantap. Maklum sajalah, orang yang dah kahwin ni, tumpuan dia pun dah ke lain juga … hehehe. Tambah pula kerja di pejabat asyik datang bertubi-tubi.

Tiba-tiba sekarang ni tergerak hati nak update blog. Sejak berkahwin (malah beberapa hari sebelum kahwin) ni, jari-jemari sudah malas nak taip itu dan ini. Idea mari ke, tak mari ke, dibiarkan saja. Nampak gaya nak kena disiplinkan diri (entah boleh ke tidak disiplinkan diri … usaha sajalah ).