Wednesday, January 17, 2024

2024 it is

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim
In the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, Most Merciful
5 Rejab 1445H

It is already a new year
And I haven't written a single post last year

Finished HO in November 2022
Then entered 2023, which just rapidly progressed 
6 months in Pahang
Another 6 in Bangi
And now we enter 2024, with the big 30 entering soon

I can't believe I am where I am now
Subhanallah
If I look back at the days that I've starting blogging
It has been almost 15 years 

Tak sangka
That 15 year old teenager
Has now grown to become a 30 years old adult
A mother
A wife
A doctor
But most importantly, she found her purpose

Subhanallah
Begitu indah perjalanan hidup aturan Allah



Thursday, May 12, 2022

Hijrah to HPKK

(Long delayed post. Typing with Ali sleeping in my embrace on my tummy, surrounded by pillows to support my arms)

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim
In the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, Most Merciful
13 Ramadhan 1443H
Balakong

It was 15th of March. A bright Tuesday, Prof Azlin's post-take day with 7 patients in 4A and 6 patients in 4E. MashaAllah, we had our work cut out for us.

The morning started with us rambling through the new cases and arranging for their transfer to HPKK from HCTM. With Prof Wong's sudden morning visit to the ward, we were already 'motivated' to get it done as quick as possible. MOs and HOs all crowded the counter and patient cubicles to get their history straight and formulating appropriate plans before furiously typing on the PC, Ipads, laptops, the discharge summary of these patients. It was a memorable morning, we all worked together hand-in-hand to get things done stat. And we did it, hamdulillah :)

Afterwards, once all the patients were transferred, we ourselves have to manouvre ourselves to our new office in HPKK. And having 1 peri patient in 4F didn't help much (haha). Since I have been seeing the little bub for the past few days, I volunteered myself to help settle her discharge summary and discharge plans to make sure this baby whom have been hospitalised for more than 3 months since her birth, a quick discharge in the next few days. Being 34 weeks pregnant and counting proved to be a challenged as I drag my enormous belly to and fro, HPKK-HCTM-HPKK until I went back home late at 10pm with the help of Auni who was kind enough to send me all the way home. Luckily Hazwan was around to settle ward work in the day while I hilang-hilang in between settling stuff in HCTM. Later in the evening I just continued my AMX shift with Edna, Pei Wern and Auni. (Thanks kawan-kawan) That night Auni sent me back home - after another trip to ward 4K from HPKK - as zauj had to present an important talk. I was touched by this kind soul, may Allah bless you Auni (insert teary-eyed emoji)

Once I reached home I was already so exhausted and almost wanted to take an MC the next day. But me being me, I didn’t. So zauj had to bear with my leg cramps, sore back and whining until I went to work the next day. 

Then it was 16th March. 1st day functioning in HPKK from morning till evening. I was AM that day and due for my written exams the next day. Finishing paeds in 3 weeks, I was confident inshaAllah that I will get this posting done and then apply for my maternity leave once I started in ED. The day was fairly smooth alhamdulillah - inserting branulas and blood taking of kiddies with the couple Hazwan and Aquilah. That said, I had a weird sensation in my lower tummy. As though a sort of pressure is building up near my pubic region until I got extremely cautious whenever I had to make that trip to the toilet - afraid that baby Ali (nauzubillah) would suddenly appear. I was 34w4d at this point of time.

Before ending my shift, two of my MOs who were both concerned and shocked that I would still be oncall tomorrow joked on the fact that if I still go on a walking frenzy, my child may come out anytime. I laughed it off but then those tummy sensations sure are getting me worried.

Finished my shift at 5PM and zauj picked me up hamdulillah. Arrived home ready to study and be prepared for tomorrow’s written exam.

Then, it slowly happened..

Pages Written for You

 Dear Husband,

My forever home

My sanctuary

My respite

For the longest time I have always thought that I have constantly been on the receiving end - whilst you have consistently showered me with unending kindness, thoughtfulness and sacrifices. I’m not sure if I exxagerate this, I’m not sure if this writing would eventually churn up all the food you ate throughout the day. But I hope the sincerity in these words reaches you.

Bismillah.

…..

I have always been bad with surprises. For each consequent years spent celebrating your birthday, I would just come out with some ‘cheap’ presents and order up a cake that I discussed with you to share with the family. No element of surprise, no fancy dinner, no special outings. This has been a stark contrast as to what you will put up for my birthday - year by year, it gets better. You have always gone the extra mile, always giving more than you receive. 

If I count the numerous places you have brought me to on the multiple occassions even out of my birthday, the list would be too extensive and the whole world might just ‘kecam’ me for flaunting our adventures. This year, for your birthday, I kept thinking of what to get you. And as always, being that thrifty lady, I didn’t want to spend a mountain and I opted for something thoughtful yet customised so it’ll be special only for you.

Sadly (and very disappointing), the gift arrived super late and your special day was spent with just cake that you didn’t entirely like (or hate). With Ali on board, I keep on feeling that what I’m bringing to you on the table in our husband-wife relationship has been even lesser. You do all - the cleaning of my 8 breastpumping cups, Ali’s bottles, midnight oncalls with Ali, registering him at JPN, KK visits, relinquishing my food cravings, driving me everywhere. If I keep on writing I might just burst into tears.

You give so much.

Allah is giving me so much.

I’m not good at surprises. Even this write-up may not be enough as to compare with all the gifts you have showered me.

Abang,

I am not a good wife. I always say the worst words, sometimes I may even blurt out words you and I both despise. I comment on the smallest error you make when you cherish me in my ugliest moments. 

With Ali, I have had less time to cook for you a storm like I used to. I hope I can still do that even when I start working, even when Ali starts screaming wanting me to hold him always. I want to give the best for you, and keep trying despite my shortcomings like what you have always done for me.

Barakallahufeek for being the qawwam in our small family, for protecting me and Ali, for loving my parents and grandparents, for guiding me during all those anger moments I have, for allowing me to attend all my DnT events and supporting my choices.

Abang,

You are such an amazing person. And I know that despite all the many hurdles you will face in the future, you’ll pull through inshaAllah. I pray Allah grants you barokah, happiness, health and wealth. You deserve the highest of Jannah for all that you have done, and all you will do.

Happy 28th birthday abang. 143



Tuesday, March 22, 2022

Pregnancy - A Recap

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim
In the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, Most Merciful

18 Shaaban 1443H
Seri Kembangan
7.00pm

I have been procrastinating writing this post about pregnancy since my 26th week POA as I try to find the exact and proper time to sit down comfortably with just one thing in mind - to write. Alhamdulillah finally after delivering Ali, that time came (took you so long Sabr haha).

I wanted to write down of how my body is ever changing
How I don’t feel like myself everyday
How my legs ache every morning as I scream out loud withstanding the stabbing pain
How big my tummy is growing 
And how Ali keeps turning topsy turvy in my belly until I feel like vomiting

It started with taking about 4 pregnancy tests because I couldn’t believe that I was pregnant. This happened after finishing my 3rd posting in Medical and entering my 3rd week in O&G. And to be slightly more precise, it happened after I told my parents of how stressful I was being a doctor, how disrespectful-unfair-ridiculous the SNs are to taggers (walaupun we oll ni manusia jugak kotttt) and with all these stressors how can I ever get pregnant despite me trying for it. Tup tup, a few days later I had the urge to check my pregnancy status because I have been 3 weeks later for my period.

And it was positive.

At first, I didn’t believe it. Used another one, positive. Showed to my husband. We were both stunned, in a good way, and as to not put our hopes up decided to get a more expensive test kit tomorrow to confirm. It came out positive. Subhanallah, walhamdulillah wa la ilaha ila Allah, Allahuakbar. Before sharing it with the fam, we wanted to get our little baby seen on the scan first - but after 3 visits to the GP, we still fail to see our budding little seed. Amer was anxious, I was pretty chill because I have yet to put my hopes on the baby - afraid it may not survive through or maybe it was a false alarm and the bHCG positive on the multiple pregnancy tests done actually came from an ectopic area, maybe cancer (grim jokes really).

We first shared the news with my side of the family on Baba’s birthday (I was 7w at this time based on LMP) and then subsequently to Amer’s fam on our 2nd anniversary (9w here). But during those two occassions, we haven’t seen our little baby on scan yet. Finally, on my TCA to open my pink book (11w based on LMP), the drs did a TVS scan and wallahi, our little baby was there growing well all along subhanallah. 


That was the start of Allah’s miracle unfolding in my tummy bit by bit. I then went through my 4 months in O&G with this small child, finally knowing that it was a boy during detail scan at the 20th week. :) There were days when I was so tired that after work I would just lie down and sleep with my work clothes on, sometimes without taking dinner. And there will be times when I have to sit down in between morning rounds at the procedure room to prevent myself from fainting. Nights oncall were sometimes dreadful as I experienced the worse nausea any pregnant lady had to go through, frequenting the toilet just to vomit air and at the odd times, dinner. There will be days where my Registrars would freak out because I would sound like I’m panting while assisting them in the OT. I would just laugh it off saying that it’s my baseline (which is true) and continue retracting as usual.

I never run away from my work, unless I really can’t then I will tell my colleagues to help me for a bit before I myself clean up the work left. I still go back late sometimes, even up till 9-10pm. Still get scolded, still enter all those PUI OTs (but not COVID OTs la ever nauzubillah huhu). Alhamdulillah, 4 months passed in O&G and I entered paediatrics - of which I dreaded at first, but the posting grew on me and I have learned to embrace the subject matter with more love and interest every single day. With scary yet wise consultants, respectable and helpful MOs, kind and understanding colleagues, I really enjoyed my paediatrics posting till the end (and it’s sad that I was unable to finish it on time due to reasons I will share in my upcoming posts).

Then, hijrah to HPKK happened.



Saturday, May 15, 2021

Penning Down Memories

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim
In the Name of Allah, The Most Gracious, Most Merciful

It feels refreshing to finally be able to push myself to write back again
To put down my thoughts into words, to have them displayed on the screen

Alhamdulillah everyone, I survived 2 postings in housemanship
And here I am in my in my 3rd posting - already in the second month
Subhanallah, all praises be to Allah for granting me strength and ease
It is not an easy road, and I have been humbled day in and day out since Day 1 of HOship

And on this month, Amer and I are 20 months into our marriage - another 4 months before our 2 year wedding anniversary. Subhanallah walhamdulillah. Allah is ever so Merciful and gracious towards us in this blessed journey. We do have our share of fights and disagreements, but none are to the point of attacking each other in the process. Hamdulillah thumma alhamdulillah.

Throughout my time of hiatus, I have had so many thoughts running around my head
Grievances for my own lacking of mujahadah
Disappointment on my lack of enthusiasm and passion / amal
Blooming ideas of plans and projects (that never made it into reality sadly)
Hopes, dreams and wishes only painted in the mind and never into something tangible (yet)

But today, I decided to stop being that lazy bum Sabreena - the one that always blames her never-ending work as a HO as a reason to slack off
I decided that today I will do something different, pick up something that I have always loved to do yet had always find an excuse to put on hold

Today, I am writing so that I may live a new life
A life no longer as the dreaded HO
But a life as an 'abid and khalifah
A life I have promised Allah even before I was created into this world

Moga Allah hidupkan kembali hati ini
Moga Allah sudi merawatnya agar ia kembali mekar untuk memperjuangkan agama suci ini
Moga hati ini subur dengan iman dan taqwa, jihad dan ikhlas
Moga niatku benar, dan moga Kau membenarkannya Ya Rabb

"Dan di antara tanda-tanda kekuasaanNya, engkau melihat bumi kosong sepi (dalam keadaan kering dan tandus), maka apabila Kami menurunkan hujan menimpanya, bergeraklah tanahnya serta suburlah tanamannya. Sesungguhnya Allah yang menghidupkannya sudah tentu berkuasa menghidupkan makhluk-makhluk yang telah mati; sesungguhnya Ia Maha Kuasa atas tiap-tiap sesuatu."

(Surah Fussilat, 41:39)

Monday, October 5, 2020

Still Alive

Two months down the road in housemanship and I am exhausted yet am still alive.

I haven't been writing at all, haven't been reflecting and contemplating - my senses become dull, my tadabbur becomes bleak and I am just spouting irrelevant words neither useful for me nor others.

I am alive alhamdulillah
But am I truly living?

Sunday, May 24, 2020

Parental Instincts

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim
In the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, Most Merciful

2 Syawal 1441H
12.16am
Balakong

More than 9 months has past since my last post and cobwebs have been surrounding this blog more than I can imagine. I took so long to write something in here, probably taking my sweet time to come with something that originates from the heart and not just to commemorate an event (thus explaining why I have delayed writing my thank you note to everyone that has attended my wedding *peluh besar*).

But fast forward 9 months,

This happened
And this happened too - look at how much we expanded in 8 months
And no, before someone starts speculating about my pregnancy status, I will say that I am not yet granted the chance to carry a little fella in my womb as of now. That being said, I am still very blessed to be where I am here today after many years of praying for what I have now.

A year has passed by since I actively participated in ward rounds and clerking patients. My clinical skills are rusty and my inclination towards pursuing a medical career is stagnating, though the time I spent just being around family and akhwats, breathing the reality of living in Malaysia and living as a person who thinks properly before she does something is truly a priceless gift I will not trade for anything, alhamdulillah.

Now, the last part probably is the most valuable asset this 1 year has given me.

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(Ingatlah) ketika isteri Imran berkata:" Tuhanku! Sesungguhnya aku nazarkan kepadaMu anak yang ada dalam kandunganku sebagai seorang yang bebas (dari segala urusan dunia untuk berkhidmat kepadaMu semata-mata), maka terimalah nazarku; sesungguhnya Engkaulah Yang Maha Mendengar, lagi Maha Mengetahui."
(Surah aali-Imran, 3:35)

Looking back, I have not yet done anything amazing after my return to Malaysia. I did not write a book, I did not finish my note taking, I may have increased my hafazan but it is just too little to be celebrated and I did not secure myself a stable liqa' whatsoever. Nonetheless like I said, I gain such precious time to observe, think and reflect on many aspects of living other than the academic notions included in my clinical studying and previous DnT upbringing.

Something I did not have, or to be exact, did not utilise previously.

When I heard the ayat from Surah aali-Imran during my husband's tazkirah on the first night of our marriage, it did not strike me much about the quality of what Maryam's mother prayed for her unborn child. But after weeks and months passing by as a married woman, Allah allowed me to reflect on this ayaah with a different light - a direction and way of thinking that is pivotal for my future as a wife, a mother and a trendsetter for the ummah.

Previously, I thought that I was thinking wisely. That I had a goal and an aim that was substantial enough to keep me pushing forward in life. This is however, still shallow thinking and when I was bombarded by a thousand an one questions from my akhwats, my relatives, and even myself, I find that I cannot answer them adequately. And that the aim I so highly value was not enough of an answer to solidify my decisions. The perks of living in Malaysia (for me that is) is that you have an abundance of people to act as references, living proofs and evidences to guide you in making important life choices. And one example of that important life choice is -

Marriage.

It is not my intention to go over the rigmarole or nuances of choosing a life partner, wedding plans and all the technicalities of finding the right person to sending out wedding invites.

What I am here to talk about is the whole idea of marriage and building a family.
What is your intention?
What is your goal?
How solid can it be for DnT?
How sure are you that you are ready to carry the burden of carving fine men and women for the ummah?

These important topics, really vital ones, where never discussed or thought of by myself in my head. And I know for sure, that if I was not in Malaysia mingling with those that had a bigger mindset and broader horizon on the topic, I would just go with the flow of kahwin, dapat anak, dapat lagi ramai anak, jadi consultant and so on, so forth.

I am not saying that that particular flow is wrong to follow.
It's just that it lacks depth.
And the institution of marriage is so sacred and invaluable for it to lack intensity in the vision of it's construction.

I got married anyway alhamdulillah despite that lacking.
And now the next big step that everyone hogs on me about is the question of children.

"Belum lagi ke?"
"Bila lagi nak mengandung?"
"Dah berisi ke belum?"
"Xyz dah ada dah, awak bila lagi?"

And the question goes on and on whenever people come and greet me, even over social media aha. Was I offended? Of course I was. At first I thought that it was just some sort of funny joke people make for newlyweds but as those questions keep on repeating itself, no normal wife can just smile and wipe off the agony-come-irritation of such remarks. Imagine if these questions keep continuing themselves for years and years. I can understand now, at least a bit, of how and what TTC couples are facing.

Yes, we are planning. So we take precautions.
So kenapa nak terasa sangat?
Any married woman would of course want a child of her own. And seeing so many couples cuddle their own baby and playing with their toddlers does sting a little when your womb is currently vacant.

It's human instincts to desire their own offsprings kan? Allah even mentions this in the Quran Himself.

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"Dihiaskan (dan dijadikan indah) kepada manusia: kesukaan kepada benda-benda yang diingini nafsu, iaitu perempuan-perempuan dan anak-pinak; harta benda yang banyak bertimbun-timbun, dari emas dan perak; kuda peliharaan yang bertanda lagi terlatih; dan binatang-binatang ternak serta kebun-kebun tanaman. Semuanya itu ialah kesenangan hidup di dunia. Dan (ingatlah), pada sisi Allah ada tempat kembali yang sebaik-baiknya (iaitu Syurga)."
(Surah aali-Imran, 3:14)


But my child, is not designed to be the follow the flow child. She or he should not be born out of whims and merely instincts, and should not be born until I am ready to carry the responsibility of educating him/her.

This thought process was carefully crafted after witnessing so many of my akhwats struggle with their children. Yes it's cute to bring babies into your usrah and play with them when they are in a good mood. But the sleepless nights when they get cranky, and the ordeal of childcare vs at-home-maid, the responsibility of caring for them even when you have a bad day at work, breastfeeding and babies not latching to your nipple, cost of nappies and thinking about good baby food. This is a lot.

And that's just the baby phase.
What about the toddler phase?
The elementary school kid phase?
The raising up your kid in a modern and digital era?
And what about your spouse? What about your time as husband and wife, and your relationship as a couple + parents?

There are soo many things surrounding childcare and child-upbringing that I cannot just head into it headstrong with merely pure intentions of wanting to create the next generations of khalifatullah.

It's like suicide. It's like forsaking my children's future if I go in now with zero knowledge and prep.

Well, yes, maybe our parents did it without so much preparation and brought us up just great
Well, yes, maybe they learned along the way
Well, yes, they managed with everyone's help - family and friends

But to me, from my understanding and knowledge of our ultimate goal as Allah's caliph and 'abid in this world - our children are our future in upholding Allah's deen. If we can prepare so much for a presentation or a surgery, prepping ourselves or our patient up to ensure a good success rate, what more in the crafting of our beloved children.

You can never be 100% prepared, but you can take adequate measures to learn and understand on the important aspects of parenthood before diving in. Because once you're in, there's no turning back.

Like Maryam's mother, she prayed so hard to Allah. So sincerely and so clearly to Him. She knows what she wants from her child, and this is portrayed in her du'a. She knows her goal for the unborn child and she understands what is important, thus she prayed for it. For steadfastness of faith, for devotion to The One and Only Lord.

And because of that true sincerityc, coupled with proper preparations (of being pious herself, of choosing a pious spouse - Imran is said to be a pious man), Allah bestowed upon her Maryam that has been chosen to be the best woman of all mankind.

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"Dan (ingatlah wahai Muhammad) ketika malaikat berkata: "Wahai Maryam! Sesungguhnya Allah telah memilihmu, dan mensucikanmu, dan telah memilihmu (beroleh kemuliaan) melebihi perempuan-perempuan seluruh alam (yang sezaman denganmu)."
(Surah aali-Imran, 3:42)

With this knowledge and enlightenment, I have begun reading a lot on strengthening my zeal and iman towards my faith, towards my belief in our toriq amal - maratib amal. I enrolled in an online course regarding marriage and parenting, all while I attend my usual routine of program dakwah dan tarbiyah, syura, familial responsibilities (which is now multiplied by two) and studying before entering HO. 

Yes, I may not be superb or amazing at it. I am still very fresh in my marriage, apatah lagi my DnT experience but I am trying ya Allah. I am trying to be the best I can for You, to be the best for the Deen You blessed me with.

And for that, I need my prep. I think we all need prep and if you're already married with a child or two, it's okay. Just have the mindset of life-long learning, and start somewhere. It's never too late. Because it's not just medicine that evolves, the world itself evolves and children needs to be raised during the time and era that they live in - not in ours.

May Allah prepare us to be his humble and abiding servants in serving His Deen.
May Allah bless us with healthy and obedient children that put Allah above all else. 
May Allah carve us to be the best parents we can for our children, parents of vision and parents of doing.
May we be the best for our parents, our children, our immediate and extended family, as well as the ummah at large.

Ameen Ya Rabbal alamin. 

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