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Invisibility
After ICT…
Nenek: Look, Farah Adibah. Uncle Zhak is so dark!
Farah: Yah! I can’t see him!
Farah Adibah!
More photos, because I felt like it.
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Two weeks on, but I’d like to mention that Farah Adibah is now two years old and very officially a big girl. Her parents threw a party for her, with lots of friends and family invited, and lots of food. She was really quite excited at all the activity, and she didn’t nap all day. Her birthday was on a Saturday, and she was still asking her nenek to sing “Happy birthday to Adibah” on Monday on her way back from school.
It goes without saying that we all love her very much and we hope that she grows up to be good, kind, clever and a great, caring big sister to her younger brothers, insya-Allah.
Peace and much love.
eid mubarak 1428ah
Maaf Zahir Batin. For all friends and blog readers, if I’ve done anything to offend or anger you, or if unkind words were spoken (or typed out), please find it in your hearts to forgive me.
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I don’t feel like I’ve done enough this past Ramadan. I kept my sawm and my solat, but I don’t think I read the Qur’an enough or did enough of the sunnah prayers and I’ve probably been sleeping far too much. I feel like a less accomplished Muslim for it. The results of not having my time meaningfully occupied, I know. God willing I will be able to put in more effort next Ramadan.
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I’ve noticed a move in recent years to, not so much stop using Selamat Hari Raya, but perhaps diversify the greetings officially used. You wouldn’t have seen Eid Mubarak on lamp post banners ten to fifteen years ago, for example. I’d like to think this ties in with a greater awareness of Islam beyond the Malay Archipelago, which is why I liked the Straits Times feature in conjunction with Aidilfitri. Besides commemorating the festival, it illustrated the diversity of the Muslim experience and hopefully gets more people (especially Malay Muslims) out of the trap of thinking that Islam is a Malay religion.
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A friend’s father passed away earlier in the day, and as sad it is I hope there’s some relief to the family that he’s no longer suffering. In the light of this past Ramadan, I’d like to think death is a sobering reminder of our mortality and gives dimension to why we fast.
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We’re all trying to live life in the sight of God’s memory, like that y’all.
Peace.
dancing and hiding
Farah Adibah keeps getting smarter everyday. She can already count to ten (at least) in three different languages. Her vocabulary is expanding regularly, although she still needs some help with pronounciation (Q:”what colour is Big Bird?” A:”Yeyyow”). She keeps wanting to be carried though, and this is a problem because she’s getting really quite heavy. I suspect this is due not only to her hitting the age of two very soon (and she’s going to have a birthday party too) but also due to her baby brothers being en route meaning that her mum can’t carry her as much as she’d like. I feel a bit sorry for her since she’s actually attending classes or more accurately a playgroup at the kindergarten at Masjid Abdul Aleem Siddique , which is quite sad since she has to go off to school every morning carrying her bag and her water bottle and she’s not even two yet.
So anyway, Farah Adibah is awesome and my only wish, that my brother refuses to allow, is that when she’s a little bit bigger we be allowed to tell her that she was adopted and picked up off the streets just like we (ie, my brother and I) were told when we were kids. Especially considering how close in age she’ll be with her brothers it’ll be easy to fool all of them into thinking they’re all anak kutip.
Peace.
the penguin dance
One of the genuinely nice things about Farah Adibah is that she’s very amiable towards other kids. She’ll play with them, without any sense of jealousy or selfishness, and she never hesitates to share her toys. Her grandfather says she’ll make a great diplomat.
All of which bodes well when the other two arrive at the end of the year.
“Tummy, baby. No. Mummy baby. Tummy. Adik. Farah kakak, daddy up boom.”
the further adventures of young Farah Adibah
celebrate good times part two
Can anybody believe it’s been a year?
Happy birthday to Farah Adibah. You’re not mine, but you’re my flesh and blood all the same and I’ll love you no matter what. I know you’re already a clever little girl, and God willing you’ll big and strong and kind as well. I know you like the presents Nenek and Datuk and uncle Zhak got for you.
Love,
Uncle Zhak
this guy’s foot smells like feet
Last Tuesday, if you were lucky enough to count yourself among the decision makers of the world or at least those who report on them you would’ve seen me at the IMF/ World Bank event at the Esplanade. Alternatively of course, you could’ve just watched Mediacorp news and seen me hanging around in the background, doing something stupid no doubt.
It’s not actually in my job description, but one of my clients was involved with the event and thus for most of the evening I acted as a token representative of the Malay race (okay there were plenty of other Malays there, I just had to point out that being a typical Singaporean thing the event revolved around food and was neatly divided into sections for Chinese, Malays, Indians and Others) and had to serve gado gado to the delegates. It was fun in that it kept me on my feet and paid, although Bono wasn’t there unfortunately. I did get to see Eunice Olsen and V.Lo (ho ho) representing for all the wonderful Eurasian women in this country, and I saw Jearina there as well, being her lovely self and doing her best to sell salad which unfortunately really doesn’t scream Uniquely Singapore. She mentioned some Yemeni men proposing to her and I have to wonder why nobody asked to marry me, or even why I can’t get my mack on.
The evening ended with a fireworks display and while it’s always fun to see things exploding I think I’m jaded by the whole deal.
On another note, my feet hurt like hell that day. I spent a lot of time on my feet, it’s true, but mostly I blame my Doc Martens. They hurt when I got them years ago, and they hurt now. I wore two pairs of socks (ankle socks underneath a normal pair) just to avoid the blisters that normally come when I wear them. I have two pairs of ankle high Doc Martens which I’ve had for years, one black and one brown, old enough that I’ve had them since the days when all Doc Martens were made in the UK. The brown ones are wonderfully worn in and they’ve never hurt my feet, but I can’t wear them as dress shoes. The black ones are newer (relatively) and I can wear them as dress shoes but they’ve always hurt. I’ve been looking to replace them recently and noticed a decent pair of ankle high Hush Puppies which I’ve tried and are thankfully comfortable. They’re a little on the pricey side considering I’m trying to be thrifty, and I’m still shopping around but for comfort’s sake I’d say those were pretty good.
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Farah Adibah (yes, the name change has been confirmed) has been sick for awhile now. She’s still her active self, but yesterday she had a temperature and had lots of phlegm and didn’t sleep or eat well. God willing the medication helps. I’d like to say I love her very much and if you care to it would be nice if you’d say a prayer and/or send good thoughts her way.
Peace.
