Finally, the result!

Bismillah,

Alhamdulillah.

Guess what, The Three Little Bears bedtime story won a place in MICF. This sunday, will definitely bring my roaring kittens to the event to claim prizes and enjoy the event itself.

Oh, did I mention prizes? Actually the previous entry in Bahasa also won a place, I definitely did not expected that. It was finished in rushed with the kakak kitten was demanding for attention and the kitten baby was still in a post confinement age.

Anyway, will update on the prizes later! teehee..

Love,
The euphoric meowing tigress.

The Seed

Bismillah


There's a seed in your palm,
Don't eat it! It's a seed not a ham,
Just watch and stay calm,
The seed won't do you any harm.

Put the seed inside the dark soil,
Pour water on it, not the oil,
Stop the water now! Too much and it will spoil,
Just relax and enjoy.

Be a friend to Mr.Sun,
So the seed can have some fun,
Combine the soil, water and the shining sun,
The seed will grow to a tree and that's awesome!

The seed is now a tree that has grown so tall,
It has leaves,branches and all,
It was once a seed that was so small,
Now it's a "very tall tree" you call.

Beautiful ripe fruits from the tree,
Take them, munch them with glee,
But if you notice any bee,
Watch out! You better flee.

See the black tiny thing that look like that seed?
From the fruits of that tree that you just eat?
Save them in your palm,now that's all you need,
To grow a tree from a seed is indeed a good deed.


To my special seeds, I will grow you tall and all.


Love,
The Purring Tigress

Rhymes Submitted

Three Little Bears

Three little bears ran to their mother,

“Oh Mommy, oh mommy,

We are sleepy,

We are weary,

We are thirsty,

We want food in our tummies,

What should we do, mommy dearie?”

With a sweet smile that holds many pretties,

The mother bear gave each little bear, three raisins cookies.

“Bismillah!” and the three little bear ate them all.

They had filled up their tummies and to mommy they called;

“Alhamdulillah, thank you for the cookies that fill up us all!”

However, the sister bear went up to their mother and complained,

“But mommy....

We are still sleepy,

We got all weary,

We feel very thirsty,

Next, what should we do, mommy dearie?”

The mother bear put away her favourite quilt,

Got up and brought each of them, a glass of dates milk.

“Bismillah!” and “Gulp!” the dates milk went down the little bears’ throats smoothly like a silk.

But that’s not all, to the mother bear together they called,

“Alhamdulillah, thank you for the milk that grows us tall!”

Next, the brother bear went to the mother bear and whined,

“But mommy....

We are very sleepy,

We got all weary,

What should we do next, mommy dearie?”

With a gentle stroke on the little bears’ heads,

The mother bear took them to the bathroom to brush their teeth, together the little bears said;

“Allahumma inni auzubika minal khubusi wal khabais!” and together they entered the bathroom with that pray.

“Ablution dear and Shaytan will be away.”

 The mother bear reminded them, so the three little bears took ablution right away.

“Ghufraanaka!” together they stepped out the bathroom and to their mother they called,

“Alhamdulillah, thank you for the water that cleanses us all!”

Then, the baby bear went up to mommy and said,

“Now that we ate our raisins cookies, we had drunk up our dates milk, we had cleaned ourselves--- we feel comfy and very, very sleepy.”

Tell me mommy, what should we do, mommy dearie?”

The wise mother bear took the little bears to their cots,

Touched their forehead with gentle strokes,

Kissed their cheeks and their furry locks,

“Now my three little sleepy bears, let’s pray and stop the talk.”

Together, the three little bears cupped their hands and pray,

“Bismikallahumma ahya wa amuut...” and the bears started snoring right away.

“In the name of Allah, we live and die. Sleep tight my little bears.” continued the mother bear.

“May Allah forgives our sins and to heaven, Insha Allah together we go there.”

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Roaring kittens, what do you think of this masterpiece of my literature writing? I submitted this rhymes to Malaysia Islamic Children Fair (MICF) just now and I have a high hope to win,hehe. You see, I want to take you there, it's a fair, it's for childrem, it's Islamic aanndd, it's in Shah Alam and that is quite far from Bangi. If I win, logically I have to be there, and abati HAS to take us all there. Now, lets pray together that my story wins a place, will ya? There will be 25 winning stories, hope my story can squeeze in comfortably.

Oh yes, my inspiration to come out with this "Three Little Bears".

1. Dr. Seuss ( master of rhyming, coolness)

2. Brave - Merida and her bear mother. (bear pronounced as "bay-ya', Scottish Style)

3. Despicable Me - Gru read "Three Little Kittens" storybook to help the girls sleep. (I want that book.)

Okay, hope I can write more, Insyaallah.

P.S: I found my hidden "coral reef" in writing. I got stucked in writing for a year. I don't know what genre and what style of writing that I can do. I can't choose between Malay or English. I'm stucked and can't get out. Now I found it. It's children literature! It's in front of me, I did not "see" it before. I have children, my roaring kittens. I had a dropshipping business selling Islamic children books. I do rhyme when I feel happy or "grr-geram" with my roaring kittens. Subhanallah, how amazing this is. This purring tigress mom will try her best to expand, diversify, play around, enhance her writing skill, or just write her best children literature. My niche? Islamic children literature. It's all for you my roaring kitties!

Love from a writing-talented (read: writing-talented wannabe) mother,

The purring tigress.

Nihon, Nippon

Bismillah, in the name of Allah...

"I want to study in Japan."
"I want to live in Japan."
"I want to marry a handsome Muslim Japanese."
"I want to eat Japanese food everyday."
"Japanese people are so fantastic, they are well-mannered!"
Blah blah blah...

These thoughts used to be my everyday thoughts.
I like Japan, it's more to love though.

Got an A for Japanese basic course in university.
So my cert will have diversity.
But back to reality, I really adore Japan to infinity.

Yesterday, received good news.
From a friend that shares the same dreams.

She went to Japan, Masyaallah, that envies me.
Now she got a science phd, in Japan, Masha Allah that mesmerizes me!

Alhamdulillah, seing her obtained a doctorate in Japan,
Like seeing myself being doctorated and live my dream to Japan.

I pray that she will continue sketching wonderful memories after,
Give lectures not only filled with wisdom, but laughters.
And view young students with eyes, softer.
And please Allah, our maker.
With her knowledge and experience now, she can't be good but better.
Insyaallah, Allah knows better.

And now, my roaring kittens,
Don't you dreams too, often?
Your seatbelts, do fasten.
Because a journey is about to be taken.
Live your dreams, let they bring you to heaven!


Love,
Ummi
Ibu Khadeejah dan Amru

Sapu rumah

Bismillah,

Rumah saya sudah berhabuk, bersawang, berdebu dan berlumut!
Terpaksa saya senta, cuci, basuh, gosok dan mop-mopkan rumah saya untuk kembali bersinar bak cicncin berlian RM100K!

Sudah terlalu lama saya tinggalkan blog ini. Pelbagai sketsa kehidupan telah berwayang dalam drama hidup saya. Saya menjadi letih dan tidak bermotivasi untuk berblog. Tetapi saya sayang blog ini kerana ia menjadi ruang untuk saya mencetus rasa dan karya.

Sekarang saya ingin kembali ke rumah ini. Semoga kali ini saya komited untuk berblog.
Sekian.

Sang omak.

p/s: Saya dah ada bayi baru, namanya Ahmad Amru. Khadeejah sudah bergelar kakak dengan hadirnya si Ahmad ni. =)

Permata Hati

Ini permata hati saya.
Si cilik pencuri hati.
Sayang penuh dengan muslihat.
Bagai sang kancil dalam tv.

Ok, ini bukannya pantun atau gurindam. Sekadar luahan hati yang geram.

Sang Emak

Perihal Doa

Usaha, tawakal dan doa.
Baru berjaya.
Wajib ada tiga-tiga.
Kalau tidak berjaya bermakna salah satu kurang.

Bagi saya ketiga-tiga itu adalah bentuk usaha.
Usaha untuk berusaha.
Usaha untuk berdoa.
Usaha untuk tawakal.
Semua itu usaha.
Hanya bergerak dengan kudrat.

Kata ustaz, antara tanda doa dimakbulkan adalah apabila kita  mula berusaha.
Tilik dengan hati kata itu.
Ya, benar.
Doa itu bukan ajaban, bukan magis.
Doa itu makbul dalam bentuk fizikal.
Ianya abstrak yang dizahirkan.

Kalau sudah mula berusaha
Bermakna sedang menuju ke arah tujuan doa.
Sampai atau tidak terpulang kepada kita.
Jangan mengalah walaupun kalah.
Jangan berhenti berdoa.

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Wani

Ame

 

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Bismillah.

Ame itu hujan. Sebuah diksi dari bumi matahari terbit.

Hujan dan matahari.

Bila hujan, matahari  kelam.

Bila terik, hujan menghilang.

Hujan itu ketenangan hamba.

Hujan lebat itu kesukaan hamba.

Bagi hamba, hujan rintis-rintis itu seperti perempuan lemah gemalai.

Hujan lebat itu perempuan juang yang pandai.

Hamba mahu jadi perempuan hujan lebat.

Singgahnya membawa perubahan.

Asal hujan, hamba bermonolog.

Sungguh damai titisan ini.

Sungguh air itu sumber jiwa yang tenang.

Kenangan kita makhluk bayi berumahkan kantung cecair di dalam rahim.

Mungkinkah hamba mendambakan zaman pra-dunia?

Awan kelabu di angkasa sudah selesai menghamburkan isinya.

Hamba kini kesunyian.

Yang tinggal hanyalah lopak air yang disudu itik serati.

Hilang sudah bunyi gegaran atap dek serangan sang awan kelabu.

Hamba kini menjadi si pungguk yang rindu.

Hamba damba menjadi perempuan hujan lebat.

Sekian,

Wani si perempuan hujan lebat.

8.48 am (Oh, sang awan diluar muntah lagi, hamba bahagia!)

Zuriat

+

Ini zuriat saya dan suami.
Khadeejah nama yang menjadi pilihan hati.
Moga dia mewarisi wanita bangsawan isteri nabi.
Insyaallah, ini doa kami.

***

Khadeejah, sudah masuk setahun sembilan bulan.

Pelbagai ragam dan karenah setiap hari.
Kadang-kadang mahu ku menangis dalam hati.
Anak ini amanah kami.
Didikan berterusan perlu diberi.
Kadang-kadang terdetik adakah sesuai kaedahku ini.

***

Sabar, sabar, sabar...
Kalaulah dengan mengulangi kalimah ini ku bisa bertambah sabar.
Baru ku kenal erti sabar yang sesabarnya.
Selepas ku berkenalan dengan anak ini.

***

Pintar, itu adjektif yang sesuai untuknya.
Sebuah kenyataan dan juga doa.
Jangan terpedaya dengan wajahnya yang tidak bersalah
Sekali terpedaya tepuk dahi tak sudah

***
Alhamdulillah atas zuriat ini.
Walaupun licik seperti kancil tetapi mendamaikan hati.
Ku tertanya bagaimana pula perangainya yang sorang lagi.
Yang menunggu masa melihat bumi.
Kalau licik seperti kandanya apakan daya.
Kami terima dengan sepenuh hati.
Kalau lasaknya berganda kerana gendernya lelaki.
Kami terima dengan seikhlas hati.
Akan ku serahkan pada bapanya dengan senang hati.
Biar bapanya yang mengejar adiknya walaupun sakit kaki.
Anak lelaki kena dengan didikan bapa yang juga lelaki.
Baru menjadi jati diri yang hakiki.

***

Sudah cukup coretan daku ini.
Tidak sabar menunggu si licik nombor dua datang ke pangkuan kami.
Moga kakaknya si licik nombor satu sukanya hati.
Menerima seorang teman yang sama-sama berlari.


Sekian coretan dari hati,
Ummi (Khadeejah pergi main jauh-jauh, ummi mahu menulis ini ( T__T )

Kembali Berkelana

Bismillah,

Hamba ingin kembali berkelana.
Sudah lama hamba hilang entah ke mana.
Kini mahu kembali berwacana.
Mahu blog ini kembali dibina.

***

Entah mengapa motivasi saya untuk menulis pudar dan padam bagai api disiram air, yang tinggal hanya debu dan habuk.

Blog ini sudah berhabuk, susah mahu bernafas jika tidak dibersihkan.

Hari ini saya kembali untuk membersihkan  habuk kemalasan, saya mahu kembali berpindah ke rumah ini.

Suatu masa dahulu, rumah ini memberikan sebuang ruang untuk saya menjadi diri sendiri.
Masa itu cukup bahagia, cukup membangkitkan nilai saya sebagai seorang manusia berjiwa seni.
Walaupun sekadar bertatih, tatih tatih tetapi belum mampu berjalan.
Saya masih jauh untuk mengejar. Tetapi saya tidak mahu mengejar.
Saya mahu bergerak dengan kadar kelajauan yang saya mampu.
Sekadar penulis amatur, yang menulis dari hati.
Cukuplah itu sebagai saya, sekiranya tuhan memberi takdir saya untuk pergi lebih jauh dari ini,
saya terima dengan hati yang terbuka.
Semoga ada ruang untuk saya mengembangkan jiwa sastera saya.
Amin.


Dari hati,
Wani