13 years of joy...... Alhamdulillah.

Izzat is now 13 years old....

SELAMAT HARIJADI !! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! EIDUL MILAD !!

Izzat is my 4th child, born after 5 years without a new baby in the house… he’s cute with fair complexion, brown hair, 2 big round eyes, thick eyebrows , quite big and not so sharp nose and most of all he didn’t cry a lot… easy to handle and care…..

Carrying him inside for almost 9 months…as usual… so much in pain….. morning/afternoon/evening/night/dawn sicks ..24/7… I was admittted twice to the hospital for being so weak…couldn’t move around, couldn’t smell almost all things including the smell of WATER..yes Water …from the pipe, bottle ,cup ..whatever containers…I would vomit at once…. Couldn’t stand the smell of food, detergent, perfume..seemed like my smelling sense was taken away from me…

My sight…all brokedown..no books, no TV..no sunlight …all I did was closing my eyes from morning till night…no talking to anybody…just a few words with Zaid, sofie and maya once in a while…pity them… having no helper…they ( aged 8,.7,.5 respectively ) helped a lot inside and outside the house, they ironed their school uniforms when my hubby had to be away, they bought their own breakfast and lunch …basically they did almost everything…

I remember I had my own plate and cup which couldn’t be washed using dish detergent since I couldn’t stand the smell…At one time my darling was away in Bintulu…before he left, he bought a pack of nasi lemak’ plastic wrappers..so when my kids and I ate any food..we just layered the plates with plastic. We didn’t have to wash the plates with detergent….finished eating…threw away the plastic…it really helped me from vomitting caused by smelling the soap…When I took my bath, I covered my nose with a handkerchief to avoid smelling the soap…my darling was the one who washed my hair… I sat down on a chair..he would scrubbed and applied some shampoo ( could only use Sebamed brand since is has least odour ) while I pinched and covered my nose ….well hair needed to be washed…thank you darling….

One night I was furious when my darling came back from the surau with the smell of ‘minyak atar’/perfume which was my number 1 enemy(threw up there and then )… He knew that I couldn’t stand the smell….I was really mad at him..coming into the house with that killing smell…( I liked the smell before !! )…Pity him…he apologized and he explained that there’s a man in the surau who went on spraying his perfume to all the men there including my darling ( even though he didn’t wear any perfume, he still smelt okay…. My darling is never a ‘busuk’ type one lah )…


Back to Izzat ( I didn’t realized…I write more about my pregnancy than the birthday boy…well, he was inside me..so he’s the one that ‘changed ‘ me/my life afterall… .hahahaha )

Izzat was born almost at noon, 26th may 1994 at the Family Clinic Kuantan……. He’s been a healthy and smart boy ….I had mentioned before in one of my previous entries .. I had the idea of having a home schooling project for him since I sensed that he could be a genius boy.. He could remember what I taught in just a few minutes.... So, I sent him to 3 different teachers when he was approaching the age of 3..for his Bahasa Melayu, English (smart learning course ) and Qiraati….I only taught him Maths at home… He could read BM, English and Quran by the age of 3+ and at 5 he khatam (finished ) reading the Quran…for Maths…he could do the division of numbers up to any limit…( even millions )… at the age of 4.

At 5 while other kids were at kindergarten, izzat was always with me….not much to do..just sending him to his 3 tuition classes …..

One day I passed thru a kindergarten…I saw izzat’s face and he looked so excited seeing the kids running and playing outside that pre-school…. Then , I asked him …

” Do you want to go to school ? “

He nodded…..I felt so guilty at that moment…..I realized if I went on with my home schooling project, he could be a genius but he would have no social skill..no friends to play…he would be a robot....

I went backhome and discussed the matter with my hubyy..and a few days after ..off we went to a pre-school nearby… However, izzat didn’t want to go to that school… He wanted to go the school that he saw the other day…. I brought him there and had him registered there and GONE WAS MY HOME SCHOOLING PROJECT……Izzat started his normal school life…. Since then he always scored top in class and just recently, he got no 1 here in his school in Amman where all lessons are taught in Arabic except for the English language subject… He shared the top scorer with a palestinian boy.. both of them scored 19.4 / 19.5 ~ 100% almost a perfect score , Alhamdulillah… He' s eyeing to go to Manchester ( 2 in 1 package...study and soccer ) to do his undergraduate in 'somekind' of engineering (has yet to decide ), InsyaAllah.

I guess I’m very much blessed having him as my son, he’s a smart, sportive and active..not a nerd…book-worm type….he's now the top striker (soccer) at his school... he’s charming and handsome ( jangan perasan ) and he’s my best companion now(having him around all the time )…still a bit ‘manja’ type and always ‘walking with his pillow and blanket and squeezing his body to sleep next to mimi and me when my hubby is not around…’

That’s my charming birthday boy…. But with one MAIN weakness…always have to tell/order him to take his bath…. ( I think it came from me when I was pregnant ( Izzat ), I forced myself to bathe..just because of the smell of the soap that could make me ‘die’….. )

I LOVE YOU IZZAT.. ….YOU’LL ALWAYS BE MY CUTE BABYBOY .

HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!!!!!!