Rawatan Resdung.

I just came back from Wisma Muis. Actually, we should go there on last Saturday. Yeah, we did went there, but the owner weren't there. I confused, why my mom really wanna do the 'resdung' therapy. I imagined about the 'asap-asap' therapy. We used to do it at home. but why??

"Mak, kenapa tak buat di rumah jak? kan mama pandai buat?"

"Alaaaaaa! bukan yang asap-asap tu. ini yang lain nie. Orang cakap bagus."

Haaaaaa, this is my mom. Always want to try new things. But i know, she did this for our own good sake. So, we went there just now. My mom asked the employee,

"Mana bos kau?"

"Sana tu kak pakai baju bunga-bunga tudung hitam. gerai paling hujung"

When i saw the owner, i was like.. 'eh, dia ka yang mau ubat nie? macam ragu-ragu aku.'

"Mak, berapa harga dia nie?"

"60."

60???? Why too expensive huh?! It's okay, not even my money come out :D 

"Kak, kita buat terus tiga2 sekali la. Sebab nak tunggu 20 minit sorang. Takut lambat pulak."

So we took our seats. First, she asked us to close our eyes. She sprays something . Then she gave a little massage on our eyes *i mean near our eyes. Second, she drops 'liquid' *i don't have an idea what is it. It was slightly painful. Third, she put a cotton on it. So we can't see anything.

"Ade sarung tangan lagi tak?"

Eh? Why there's man's voice? Ohhh, maybe he's her husband. *kot. Then i heard she said "ABANG". Haaa,  absolutely her husband. 

"Kejap ehh dek, abang letak permata hijrah nie dulu. jangan bukak mata ekk"

"Okay."

"Adek form berapa? Form One ke?"

'Hok alohhh, besar2 gini dia cakap Form One? Perli la tu'

"Tak la, lepasan SPM."

Even i can't see him, he keep saying "Allahumma Solli 'Alaa Muhammad...." and i'm melteddddd! As i opened my eyes, i could see Nuur on his face. However, he's the one who did the fourth step, AND I HATE THE FOURTH STEP!!! You know what i felt? WORST EVERRRRR!!! 

"Bang, tak sakit ke bubuh ubat nie?"

"Tak la, pedih sikit la. Tapi macam pedih air laut jee."

WHAT?? LIKE SEA WATER?? You know what i look like? like this!

                       

Like my throat wanna go out from my mouth. Ya Allah, only God knows what i felt that time. SORE! Then he asked me to put my head on a table.

"Sabar eh dek, kejap je pedih tu. nanti ok la. tunduk je 20 minit."

And i was like, 'sekejap kepala hang! macam nak tercabut nyawa aku kot!' So i just put my head on for 29 minutes. no, i think it was like 40 minutes. My neck was about to break. really. In the end, i saw the result..

           

quite like this went out. But this is worst. Mine a little bit okay. After that, i felt FREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! No disruption on my nose again. I used to be like this everyday...

                           

but not anymore. Thanks to akak and abang. Sorry kak about my doubt on you. May Allah bless Us :D

AKU SEBAGAI USTAZAH

Last two months, when i still sat for my SPM examination, i told my fellas that i wanted to be an 'ustazah' for SRA students. SRA = Sekolah Rendah Agama bagi sesiapa yang tak tahu. They didn't objected my holy intention. but i just wondering, could a person like me became an 'ustazah'? As i still sat for my SPM examination, so i take it easy. After i finished my last payperrrr, i was like...

                                             

okay, excited much. Then, i was lifeless. didn't went anywhere. *i mean after kitorang dari bercuti kat kl. I attended KPP's talk. but, like always, i'm Zzzzzzzzz..... sleeping yeah. My mom asked me almost everyday,

"Gurl, kau namau cari kerja?"

I just kept myself silent. Then i thought, i wanna find some money to begin my business *tapi bisnes belum mula laa. So i continued my intention to teach SRA's students. I asked my mom to asked Ustaz Rozan, Principal of Madrasah Islamiah Masjid Negeri Sabah if there's any vacancy as an 'ustazah'. and, Alhamdulillah, Ustaz Faisal just moved to another school *kot . So, i'm gonna replaced him for awhile. 

Okay, i was a bit nervous on my first day. So, i tried to keep it calmed. I'm teaching Year 4 students for the whole day. and guess what. it was like a Zoo! no, more extreme. but, Alhamdulillah, i completed my first task well. When i went back to home, something unfortunately came to my mind..

"Mungkin Allah takdirkan aku camni supaya aku dapat rasa kot apa yang guru2 aku rasa sebelum nie..."

"Mungkin Allah nak bagi aku rasa macam mana rasanya menjadi seorang ibu yang melayan pelbagai karenah anak2.."

"Mungkin Allah nak bagi aku rasa macam mana susahnya carik rezeki..."

At first, maybe i almost gave up, but i never forget this quotes, 'Allah will not tests His slaves if they can't'

So, life must go on. This is how my class + students look like. 

                   

tapi semua molek bertudung bersongkok laaa. and i was like...

                              

no, this is worst. Maybe better than this. *a little. So, i tried to understand them everyday. Maybe i used to be a kid, but i never become a teacher or parents. Till then, i knew what they feel. Allah the Almighty. He arranged everything completely. This life is full of Qisas. What you give you'll get back. #TakeNote . What i used to do at school, they did it too. Sleep during classes, chatting with friends, give 1001 excuses to teachers andddd... too many *kot.

So, my first week task, DONE! Wish me luck for the other weeks! yeah, i'm Strong!