Dear Khaulah,
Assalaamualaikum WBT.
This will be a short one because in 5 minutes my colleagues and I will be off to a work visit hehe.. I just want to say happy belated birthday Khaulah. Thank you for being in the family :) We are grateful to Allah for sending such an amazing little girl to us. Still can't get over your birthday celebration yesterday T.T Can't help but to look back everything that we went through together since you're in your mom's belly.
Oops 5 minutes is over, got to go Khaulah. Thank you again.
Yours lovingly,
Dad.
Monday, January 29, 2018
Wednesday, January 24, 2018
#19. Letters to Sam
Dear Khaulah,
Assalaamualaikum WBT.
How have you been baby girl? Sometimes writing to you feels like I'm travelling through time - at one time to the future when you are reading this, and at another to your past when this letter was written. Our nows might be different in this alphabet world but know that we will always love you the same in sya Allah.
I can see that you love books, Khaulah. That makes three of us for now haha.. I always loved reading books since young and collecting them too. It's called bibliophile. Right now I'm still struggling to regain that enthusiasm though..
One of the book that I used to have was 'Letters to Sam', a book comprises of letters from a quadriplegic man to his autistic grandson, Sam. In one letter, I remember the man talked about something in the line of accepting one's shortcomings. The man, deprived of his four limbs always felt sad because other people seems to be so harsh on him driving very slowly - honked, frowned upon etc. One day he began to use the emergency light while driving very slow as usual and as a result, he experienced a totally different thing. Suddenly people seems to understand the situation and every once in a while some stranger would just wave their hand and smile while taking him over.
Khaulah, we can't hope that everyone understands us - our situations, our struggles, our shortcomings, the extremes of things we felt be it happiness or sadness, be it contentment or pain, but we can try to be more lenient, can't we? Give the emergency signals when necessary. You may think that you can handle things that is going on hence you don't need it, but to some people especially me and your mom, as your parents and friends, it will pain us too if we don't know what happened and what we can do to help. Open up a bit to those who care for you, the same goes for me too haha.. afterall, I too, don't really like explaining myself each and every time.
Oh and always do that thing that you always do okay? Ask help from Allah.
Love,
Dad.
Assalaamualaikum WBT.
How have you been baby girl? Sometimes writing to you feels like I'm travelling through time - at one time to the future when you are reading this, and at another to your past when this letter was written. Our nows might be different in this alphabet world but know that we will always love you the same in sya Allah.
I can see that you love books, Khaulah. That makes three of us for now haha.. I always loved reading books since young and collecting them too. It's called bibliophile. Right now I'm still struggling to regain that enthusiasm though..
One of the book that I used to have was 'Letters to Sam', a book comprises of letters from a quadriplegic man to his autistic grandson, Sam. In one letter, I remember the man talked about something in the line of accepting one's shortcomings. The man, deprived of his four limbs always felt sad because other people seems to be so harsh on him driving very slowly - honked, frowned upon etc. One day he began to use the emergency light while driving very slow as usual and as a result, he experienced a totally different thing. Suddenly people seems to understand the situation and every once in a while some stranger would just wave their hand and smile while taking him over.
Khaulah, we can't hope that everyone understands us - our situations, our struggles, our shortcomings, the extremes of things we felt be it happiness or sadness, be it contentment or pain, but we can try to be more lenient, can't we? Give the emergency signals when necessary. You may think that you can handle things that is going on hence you don't need it, but to some people especially me and your mom, as your parents and friends, it will pain us too if we don't know what happened and what we can do to help. Open up a bit to those who care for you, the same goes for me too haha.. afterall, I too, don't really like explaining myself each and every time.
Oh and always do that thing that you always do okay? Ask help from Allah.
Love,
Dad.
Tuesday, January 2, 2018
#18. The Season
Dear Khaulah,
Assalaamu'alaikum WBT.
Sorry for the long absence. It'll be a bit hard for me to recap all the things that happened within these past few months since my last letter to you in October, but I'll try haha.. Oh by the way, happy new year Khaulah. Its the Durian season again right now so it's a new new-year experience for me since the Durian season was never during this time of the year before.
This year, alhamdulillah the Durian garden at my parent's house bears fruit again for the first time after 3 years. The experience going down and around the small valley around the house, walking slowly while keeping an eye for the thorny fruit is very nostalgic for me. But this time, I needed to look harder with this blurry vision.
Oh before I forget, let me just summarise what had happened since my last letter. Last November was a bit hectic for me at work, then we had vacation in December. We went to Sabah with a few family members from my side and we manage to visit some interesting places. Then a few days after returning home, you spent your last day at the daycare. I know you are clueless at that time seeing your teachers and mom tearing up. I felt sad too but hey when I asked you how you feel of no longer going to school you said, "Inda, Khaulah inda sedih. Khaulah happy pasal inda lagi school." HAHA YOU WILL SOON. In a few days time you will attend an orientation session at your new school.
I think thats it for now, Khaulah. I'm actually wanting to write about something but it will be long. So in the next letter perhaps. In Sya Allah.
Yours lovingly,
Dad
Assalaamu'alaikum WBT.
Sorry for the long absence. It'll be a bit hard for me to recap all the things that happened within these past few months since my last letter to you in October, but I'll try haha.. Oh by the way, happy new year Khaulah. Its the Durian season again right now so it's a new new-year experience for me since the Durian season was never during this time of the year before.
This year, alhamdulillah the Durian garden at my parent's house bears fruit again for the first time after 3 years. The experience going down and around the small valley around the house, walking slowly while keeping an eye for the thorny fruit is very nostalgic for me. But this time, I needed to look harder with this blurry vision.
Oh before I forget, let me just summarise what had happened since my last letter. Last November was a bit hectic for me at work, then we had vacation in December. We went to Sabah with a few family members from my side and we manage to visit some interesting places. Then a few days after returning home, you spent your last day at the daycare. I know you are clueless at that time seeing your teachers and mom tearing up. I felt sad too but hey when I asked you how you feel of no longer going to school you said, "Inda, Khaulah inda sedih. Khaulah happy pasal inda lagi school." HAHA YOU WILL SOON. In a few days time you will attend an orientation session at your new school.
I think thats it for now, Khaulah. I'm actually wanting to write about something but it will be long. So in the next letter perhaps. In Sya Allah.
Yours lovingly,
Dad
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