Monthly Archives: October 2013

come little leaves


Come Little Leaves

“Come, little leaves,” said the wind one day,
“Come o’er the meadows with me and play;
Put on your dresses of red and gold,
For summer is gone and the days grow cold.”

Soon as the leaves heard the wind’s loud call,
Down they came fluttering, one and all;
Over the brown fields they danced and flew,
singing the glad little songs they knew.

George Cooper (1838-1927)

red leaves on my neighbour’s wall

the leaves have gone!

ancient oxford


Hello again everyone! Finally a chance to write properly in my blog, been so busy with this and that! Sometimes I wish I was back as a single woman in my late teens or early 20s, I would have had ample time to devote myself to blogging! But then my life experience would be limited still, as compared to now! Anyway, let me update you with what’s been happening of late. My biggest daughter did rather well in the grammar school entrance exam in early October (Alhamdulillah), we are all very pleased and happy for her. That’s one hurdle out of the way for me, for I feel that my efforts in home educating my children at primary level have paid off when they manage to gain a place at a top grammar school. Education is really competitive these days all across the world, so I have to prepare my children as best possible.

Therefore it was a great privilege for us to visit Oxford when my in-laws came over after Aidil Adha at the weekend. If anything I see it as a way to encourage my children to aim high in life through education. The weather however was not on our side, the heavens opened just as we began our tour on the open top bus! But I still managed to snap away, although not as many as I had hoped to. Never mind, a return trip to Oxford is a must in the near future, especially with my dear sisters who I know would love it as much as I did. It’s an unforgettable experience altogether, a step back to ancient times. The older colleges at the University date back to the 13th century! And bear in mind Oxford University doesn’t have a single campus – it’s spread all over the city and consists of 38 separate independent colleges and hundreds of faculty and department buildings. You need good footwear and a whole day to explore, open-top bus tour doesn’t really do Oxford justice! I leave you with several images from my Oxford trip, Inshallah (God Willing), I will have more pictures of better quality when I visit next time!

autumn rose


Beauty is one of the rare things that do not lead to doubt of God.

The fragrance always remains in the hand that gives the rose.

A life with love will have some thorns, but a life without love will have no roses.

Do not watch the petals fall from the rose with sadness, know that, like life, things sometimes must fade, before they can bloom again.

my red autumn rose

my red autumn rose

my yellow rose

my yellow autumn rose

my pink rose

my pink autumn rose

malay women




good old times: with several of my precious friends, 20 years ago when we were 20 kgs lighter!

My good old friend who visited me last week is on her flight to Malaysia, oh how I miss her! She’s shattered from her work trip in London and Paris; glad to be on her way home, but a bit sad to leave me. Her brief visit has prompted me to write another post on friendship. It’s made me reflect on my life so far, on how fortunate I’ve been to have met a group of wonderful women I can call long term friends. As we grow older, people come and go in our lives, only a few remain in contact on a regular basis. Only a handful understands you and accepts you the way you are, more often than not these would be old friends who go back a long way.

I’ve been in England for 17 years now, I sometimes feel that when I’m out of sight, I would be out of mind too. But such is not the case. My old friends cherish my friendship, and for that I feel ever so grateful and blessed. I know I’ve changed in many ways ever since I lived in the West; for instance I only eat rice 2-3 times a week, I used to eat it 2-3 times a day back in my homeland! I don’t even prepare many Malay dishes anymore, was happy when my friend cooked it for me! That’s just a simple example, point being I know I’m a different person now compared to when I was living back home. But deep down inside I know no other woman would understand me as well as this bunch of lovely ladies I’ve known for so long. We may meet each other once every few years but we will pick up where we left off as if we never parted. We know what goes on in each other’s minds even before we could spell it out. I’ve met many women of different nationalities and backgrounds but this lot of Malay gals are closest to my heart, I guess I’m a true Malay woman myself too at the end of the day.

To entertain my present nostalgic feelings on a rather wet, windy and cold autumn’s day; I’ve included a Malay song I love, dedicated to all the lovely Malay women out there, especially those who know me personally. As my hubby always says about me; you can take her out of Malay land, but you can never take away the Malay in her! And I would always answer back, you are the only reason I’m here! 🙂 No, I think I’m quite comfortable in my own skin now, I am what I am. And my hubby is right in constantly reminding me that it’s my destiny to be here, as willed by God. Thank you God the Almighty for the many blessings in my life, for all the genuine hearts intertwined with my own. ❤