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Bon Courage!

Warming up for daily school life starts today. After one year, the school tried a full week with full capacity. Couldn’t help feeling uneasy, but, let just see.

Today is an odd number license, so we took taxi to go there. Little girl keeps talking excitedly along the trip. When she saw squirrel before the last turn to her school, she couldn’t stop talking and commenting about the squirrel. I mostly listened and gave one or two short remarks once in a while.

I just dropped her and asked the driver to send me back home.

After she got off, the driver asked,
“Itu sekolah luar negeri? Bagus ya sekolahnya, hijau”.
“Ngga pak,sekolah biasa”.
“Anak tadi orang mana?”
“Maksudnya?”
“Iya anak kecil tadi orangtuanya orang mana?
“Orang Indonesia”.
“Oh, masa? Ngga kliatan kaya orang Indonesia. Saya kira orangtuanya bukan orang sini”.

I almost laughed out loud after the convo. But, not really in the mood to fix the misunderstanding. Today, I prefer being misunderstood to spending the energy explaining the truth.

My mind was busy worrying about sending the little girl to the real life jungle. The jungle full of talking where she should catch up quickly and interpreting many unspoken word and facial expressions. The hard work of making friends.

Just like the situation above, she might deal with so many misunderstandings out there while dealing with her limitation on her own. Just thinking about that makes my heart cry.

I pray so loudly may she will always be taken care of wherever she is. May she meet the kind ones. May she is given the strength to face whatever thing she has to deal with.

Amin. Amin. Amin.

Bon courage, Be!
(It’s me who needs more encouragement).

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Saying No

“Do you want to go to the next chapter?” aksed Mr Phillip.

“No thanks. Lets save it for next tuesday. Let’s try something different,”.

Happily choosing other activities for the lesson.

“You want blewah or es teler?”
“No thanks, I’ll make my own dessert today”.
Enjoyed her own oranges yoghurt dessert till the last drop.

“You want to continue tarawih?”
“No, I am so tired,” after coming home late from a family ifthar and a full day of fasting with morning swimming training.

Asked her again twice and it was still a firm no. A very rare no from her.

Yet, cried hard while others did tarawih and answered “because I miss tarawih” for the reason.

Words of comfort given by telling her that sometimes it was unavoidable to miss tarawih.

Daddy missed it because he worked till midnight, mommy missed it because of haid, yet accepting that you lost wasn’t something you could do in an instant. Left her and let her cried some more.

First thing asked during sahur,
“Have you crossed the board?”
“No, I haven’t. You do it on your own,”.

Few hours later, she pulled my hand to show something. A box with a cross sign and tiny writing on it.

Happy to see how she learns to say no and make a decision for herself, when the situation allows her to do so (not every situation allows her to say no). Happy for the adults who let her decide little things on her own instead of following what they want.

The consequences of saying no could be varied and it is not always pleasant. Sometimes it feels good after saying no, the other time you might regret and cried hard because of that no.

Things don’t always go according to your plan, but as long as you’ve tried your best, as the tiny writing she wrote say,

“That’s ok”.

14 Ramadan 1433H.

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The Big Four

This overthinking mind has been analyzing what makes things or dreams come true based on observations of life experiences, both from hers and others’. Three of them are on us, but the last one, the most important one, is not.

First thing first, you got to have the MONEY.

Working on three big dreams on my 20s, that was the first time I realized, every efforts that I pour to make those things happened would be useless unless I had the money. I had time to work on them, lots of energy to search things that could helping me to get there, yet, money was the least resources I had. That being said, those offer letters from many universities only became collections and proofs of my efforts. But, it never take me there.

It might be a harsh truth, but first and foremost, no dream would happen until you have enough money (or any source of fund) to achieve that.

Secondly, you have the TIME.

Here’s what followed after money. I agree that time is more precious commodity than money. Having the money without the time, won’t take you anywhere.

Third, ready to give your full ENERGY.

Let say now both things above are secured. Here goes the third layer. I acknowledge this on the last three years staying at home most of the time with the little girl. I have sufficient both the money and time. Then I realized, those two alone are not enough if you want to achieve something. It takes a lot of energy to do the thinking, to use your brain at its maximum capacity so both your precious capitals above would turn into something worthy.

It takes a lot of energy to beat yourself daily, to keep being disciplined on a daily basis, to make your child doing hard things, to not get discouraged by small setbacks, to not get distracted when you see there’s an easier option, to not being muddled in disappointment for too long when things don’t go according to your plan. Having enough money and abundant time won’t take you anywhere without drops of sweat. Having time and money alone are not enough to obtain this rare distinction and such long lists of awards.

That was also happened during planning for my tetralogy Ilana tan trips. The money was there, the time had been set, but, it requires huge amount energy to take us to each city. Hours, day, weeks month spent searching the best options within our means, endless reading and inquiries for making the hard earned money and limited time available spent wisely. Without adequate amount of energy, it would be impossible to achieve that.

Time and money solved half of the problems, but, the energy poured into work is what brings you to the finish line.

From Ego is The Enemy

Last, but obviously not least, they are written on your DESTINY.

At the end, here comes the most powerful among the four. 

I got everything covered and I needed to go to go to Paris during my 20s, yet, I didn’t get there.

I spent four years saving for having 40 days of Hajj in two holy cities, yet, I only spent half of the normal days there and without a chance to visit Madinah.

I chose a song for a piano competition carefully, practised with my hard working, three-time-champions-student for months diligently, yet, the result was among the worst it had ever been in that school competition.

Above and beyond our best efforts, the end result is never ours to decide.

This writing has been running around the head and saved in the draft for many months since last year. Ramadan has always been the best time to release the beasts that have been wandering inside for so long.

Home, 9 Ramadan 1443H

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The Feeling (Another) Ramadan Brings

It’s always this period of the day during Ramadan that brings certain sentimental feeling. The silence after Subuh, when everyone is (or seems) back to sleep, the house is on semi-dark mode.

Sitting on my desk with door or window opened, looking at the beauty of morning sky and rising sun, listening to bird singing, reading or writing some stuff, let the mind wandering far here and there. Remembering the good old days. Looking back to many things that had been through. Worrying about things that might happen. Counting all the blessing that have been bestowed upon me. Feeling utmost grateful for everything and everyone.

This Ramadan feels quite more sentimental than usual. This year marked the tenth year from the capricious 2012. Entered this year with a quite heavy heart, couldn’t help thinking and revisiting the old writings about everything happened on that particular year.

That year was my very first life-changing Ramadan. Losing two closest family members within two weeks apart, without being able to bid proper farewell because I was far away from home. My heart aches so much whenever I think about that. After that, Ramadan has never been and felt the same anymore.

Is Ramadan all about fun?

The answer would be no when it comes to planning what to serve. Without fasting, it is already a headace and hardwork. It’s not about the cooking part, it’s the thinking part. With fasting, a whole month, make it double.

When I still lived with my dad, I even made a matrix for a whole month. Took care three men and a baby, with different schedules, with different palates, I thought and worked so hard to decide what to eat or who would eat what for leftovers, every single day.

It was even harder during Ramadan because the thinking after fasting a whole day or how to make sahur easier to bear by serving the meals that pleased everyone was harder than dealing with the baby girl at that time.

Not to mention the preparation and the takjil part. Always be the one who woke up earliest and left the table last. I was totally running out of energy after ifthar. Those years were few of the hardest and the most exhausting Ramadans in my life.

But, saying I wasn’t happy was totally not true. I remember all the happy feeling every Ramadan brings, without exception.

This year Ramadan feels pretty similar like last year. It feels slightly more exciting since the little girl has been embracing this holy month well. She has been a sahur warrior, no whinning, eat happily, even rarely back to sleep after subuh, truly my girl. She made her own Ramadan plans and so far, everything goes quite well.

Ramadan plans by 7yo

Two years from her first Ramadan, I am still thankful for many blessing in disguises the first total lockdown in London brought. Three months that changed our daily life forever. The chance to observe five times prayers daily, a chance to have a whole month of Ramadan fully done at home. That Ramadan in London 2020 was one of the most peaceful Ramadans I had experienced in many years. No complaints about fasting long hours in spring.

I love almost everything about living in London, except one thing that gives me assurance that raises her here is a better deal during this period of life : close to no problem in applying five times prayer and fasting. It matters above everything.

I love how ifthar becomes less crowded on the table now. Less food, only served the essentials. I learn by years that we don’t need much after a whole day of fasting. Yet, sahur becomes a bit merrier. Fruits platter for entrée, a little bit of main course and a slice of mini pastry or cake with cup of tea or milk for dessert.

Well, it’s almost 3.30 means it’s time to open the kitchen.

May everyone out there is having a blessed and joyful holy month of Ramadan this year!

7 Ramadan 1443H

More Ramadan’s rants :

Ramadan 2015

Ramadan, menyusui, dan olahraga

Ramadan in Lockdown

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Thirty One Years of Compound Interest

Such an emotional rollercoaster day for the second day of Ramadan.

Little quarrel in the morning.

Then in the afternoon, received an extraordinary exam result after waiting for 1,5 months and felt extremely overwhelmed about that.

For the past 30 years dealing with piano in any kind of situations, maybe today was one of the highlights.

For a student who practices diligently every single day, without any excuse, we expected the little girl to at least get a proper result. But, nothing prepared us for more than proper result…

Like this.

For her, it seems nothing because she didn’t really bother about that and not yet fully understand what it means.

But for me, it feels like to be finally arrived at one destination that I had been wondering how it would look like, how it would feel to be there, for a very long time.

Went to the same school more than thirty years ago, completed 13 long years of education, not once my final exam result even close to what she got.

This was what I got on the same level 31 years ago.

Every report card with final exam meeting had been just another tiny disappointment felt at heart, knowing how hard it was for me to get, even least important award available there, for 13 years.

Many things contributed to that of course. I realized how different my situation back then with hers right now.

Yet, Piano is one thing that has been compounding more than I could think of. I had no idea how surviving 13 hard years doing that would give so many returns in many unthinkable forms in my life. Finish what you have started matters. Saying that, I wasn’t even close to a top student. I was one you could find easily from the bottom here.

Reading those papers, I realized how much it took for one little person to achieve such result. It’s not all about her. I wish her to not making a slightest achievement becomes entitlement.

Later, when she’s older, I hope she understands that whatever good things in life that comes to her, it’s not entirely because of her.

It has always been massive collective efforts from many people around her, that crossed her path who has been helping her in every step she takes. Beyond her parents. Beyond her families. Good things come to her thanks to many invisible hands that allow those things reach her and become part of herself.

Everything she has in life is something borrowed, and it means she has to return in some way. The best way she could do is not paying the one who helped her back, but the best way might be pay it forward.

But still, our own hardwork matters.

For every morning sitting on the same spot,
drilling hundred notes,
showing up in every weather,
dealing with all the pressure,
she deserved all those awards for all the efforts she had done.

In the future, the harder work is actually on the parents.

With such previous result on Royal College ABRSM exam with a rare distinction score of 147/150 (while normally, mostly it is around 130-140) and now her YPM with 99/100, managing our expectations might become trickier than before.

Standard has been set a little too high with, meanwhile I fully realized there’s no all time high for everything in life.

But, for now, felicitation,little girl!

Our work is getting harder.

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A Ray of Hope

Going to a public park becomes a thing that we have been doing weekly since two years ago. To be more details, going to a public park with public transportation.

I might have so many complaints about many things on this city (and the country), not to say the people with power up there. But, these two years, I feel some hope.

I had to take care few things on the banks yesterday and found there is a newly opened small park nearby few banks that I wanted to visit. All these places located nearby a MRT station, all is within walking distance.

So, we left around 7 am and went to the park first. It is not one huge park, but more like a neighborhood playground. It is clean and well-designed (compared to few parks with old rusty playground). The little girl enjoyed playing there and we stayed for around 2,5 hours.

The second nice thing happened during escalator queue on one of the stations. I saw people standing on one side so another one was given to those who wanted to keep walking. This wasn’t a normal view here.

When you go to other places, like mall, people just standing without bothered which side they’re standing. But, watching such view yesterday, in a public place, my heart smiled a lot.

More outdoor parks and proper outdoor area, reliable and comfortable public transportation, and the mindful habit by its people, those are more than enough for me to have a slightest hope that at least, we’re getting better than before. Or maybe because it feels having what I had the time in London as I wrote here.

Not only my hope on this city, but also the hope of settling in this kind of neighborhood becomes louder and higher. Although, financial wise, well, the numbers are truly beyond our means.

But, been experiencing many things beyond what I thought we could do and been given so many things far above my expectations for the past few years, it makes me more certain, nothing is really impossible (of course, with list of ‘ifs’). Dreaming is free, afterall.

Cheers to more and better improvements to the place where we live!

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A long overdue meeting : Covid Story III

Part II here.

We had the symptoms but overall we’re fine alhamdulillah. We had been doing our days as usual, eat well and slept all through the night.

Fully vaxxed and boosted for the adults and completely vaccinated for the little girl, the cough has been the hardest and longest symptom stayed.

Other than having coughing choir few times in a day, no other significant symptoms.

Mild fever only lasted for one day.
No specific medicines consumed other than panadol and drug store vitamins. Also, liters of honey lemon water.
Literally.

Ah, the other symptom that looked significant on me : anxiety.

That was why I brushed the balcony, decluttered the kitchen, cleaned the bathroom and the fridge, and many more.

Few things we have been doing slightly different. Curfew is usually at 8 pm, now it has been 7.30. Short afternoon nap time inserted to the schedule. Gallon water usually lasted for 9 days, now it goes down to 3-4 days.

Got the virus is not something that we could be grateful for, but, if there are some silver linings, here they are. I am grateful we got it after booster for the adults and complete doses for the little girl.

Since we have it together, no separating this and that hassles. Even if we don’t, there’s no way to escape in this small space we live in.

Being regularly exposed with the virus as our part of daily life since two years ago, it made me quite vigilant.

Been doing and planning weekly groceries with the thought of the risk getting it just anytime in mind.

Basic things must be fully stocked to certain amount. Donc, we got it while we were fully equipped with food, vitamin, and medecine, even cooking oil that I stock regularly.

We also covered by covid insurance purchased once we returned from London (there’s one).

As usual, His timing is always on time.Just like many things before, this one too, we got it when we are as most ready as we could, and to consider the doctor strange request, it came right when he needed the most.

All the test cameback (almost) with one stripe (very very thin line on L’s) as for today.

I truly don’t and won’t take this for granted.

So, let’s close it with Alhamdulillah and another quote from my reading on July 2020 which is still so much applicable for now :

“For now, our social behaviours and personal hygiene are our best vaccine”.

So, I hope everyone out there is safe and healthy and if you haven’t, get the booster asap.

The pandemic is getting better but, it’s too early to say we’re completely done with it.

No matter what, stay negative is still the best option.

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A Long Overdue Meeting : Covid Story II

Part I here.

For the past two weeks alone, we have been doing the tests for four times, everytime we have schedule outside to make sure everything is safe. Mild cough or slight fever that was once considered as nothing to worry about, now becomes a valid enough reason to do the test.

Until it was last Monday when he came home around 10.30 pm , after a long day of multiple nonstop surgeries, while I accompanied him having a late dinner, he made a remarkable yet (totally) understandable statement,

“You know what, it might sound so absurd, but I am so exhausted until I really hope I could get my turn to rest,”.

No one in the right mind would blurt out such scary request. No matter how huge the possibility we might catch it someday, to voluntarily request for it wasn’t a good thing to ask.

But, I totally understood why such thing came from his mouth. Unlike in London where shift schedule allowed for him to have proper break weekly, off days were available abundantly, no call outside working hours,
here, weekdays and weekend are all working hours. Be it at hospital or at home.

Leisure weekend is much rare commodity than cooking oil.

On Tuesday morning, as scary as it was, he got his wish granted.

Did the antigen self-swab at home since suddenly, (funnily), everyone showed symptoms. After two years of negative test results, that morning all three kits showed positive results.

It was weird feeling to describe. Slightly surprise in one side. Huge relief in another side. For those who exposed daily, we’ve been escaping it a lot for the past two years. So, looked at those three two stripes kits, it felt like there was a voice inside the head that says ‘finally’.

I wasn’t exactly being grateful, but, looking at such results that day wasn’t exactly what I thought it would be.

And also, a fulfilled wish is always scary. Even as simple as saying things without thinking.

So, always be really careful of what you wish for.

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A Long Overdue Meeting : Covid Story I

It’s been exactly two years,on March 2020, since the first day we received the news that the doctor was having extremely close contact with a covid patient in Queen Square without any single protections. Doing intubation on a tested positive patient.

Since that day, life has never been the same. Sending him to hospital everyday had become constant battle dealing with worry and anxiety.

We fear what we don’t know. From there, I read almost everything about this. People experiences, articles, blogposts, stories, newspapers, journals, anything. It seemed like feeding my mind with more worries. The more I read, the more I overthink. But, it was much better than being left in the dark.

Been thinking about many plans just in case something happened.

Moved back here, the battle was getting tougher. By the time we arrived here, cases were on the peak. He worked as soon as we settled down.

It felt like repeating the cycle on previous March.

Dealing with covid patients daily and intensely especially during the wave at the beginning and on the middle of last year, from morning to late night, weekdays and weekend, to say he was exhausted was totally understatement.

Countless time of having close contact be it from the patients, colleagues, or during surgeries where 8 out of 10 surgery crews got it. Being in the same room with someone (who turned to be) positive without masks during break. Endless swab tests everytime we got the news, yet, we still missed it.

Every time it came back negative, I wondered for how much longer we could escape it.

The wave at the beginning of this year might be not as bad as last year, yet, for the past three months, the amount of test results we collected topped those of what we had last year.

He got more schedules than before to cover many residents or colleagues that got sick daily and weekly. Not only weekdays but also weekend.

No amount of incentives given could pay the battle those healthcare workers who deals with covid daily face​.
(not all healthcare workers deal with covid patients).

I remembered one of the quote from my readings,
At certain point, covid will arrive at your doorstep, it’s just a matter of when”.

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A Major Break Up

I started writing this on the third day of the break up.

To put in the context, I talked about a game.

We finally decided to uninstall the famous Roblox from the device and wiped it off from little girl’s daily routine after months.

For others, it might be just a game. But for her, Roblox had been one of her most important things.

Why? Because it was one of the routines she loved the most. After a long tiring day with full packed schedule, it was the one who soothed her. She endured a long day knowing that Roblox was waiting at the end of the day. Roblox was just like a friend where she looked forward seeing based on the schedule. Time spent playing Roblox was one of her happiest time.

She cried so hard that night and it broke my heart. Tried to explain slowly why we had to come to this decision. We told her some of its contents were not age appropriate and it would ruin her brain.

We (the parents) also had hard times dealing with this at first. Guilt was all over the place. But, the decision was final. I felt like we couldn’t afford the price that we should pay later if we decide to keep having it around.

It might seem harmless right now, but we have been warned several times until the major one came right in front of our eyes. It would be so wrong to ignore all the warnings.

She accepted it slowly, so did we.

I completed this writing a week after the discarding night. So far, she handled it well and we have found few other safer games and she is enjoying them so far.

I have been doing many ‘taking the hard right over the easy wrong’ for the past seven years of motherhood. Uninstalled Roblox was one of the hardest ones so far. Many more to come in the future, I believe.

May Allah and the force always be with us.