18 May 2016
On behalf of the family, with a heavy heart we wish to inform that Hj Hassan/Pakcik, passed away peacefully on Sunday, 15th May 2016 @ 12:26 in the afternoon. Arwah was buried at the Perkuburan Islam Bukit Kiara around 5:30pm after the asar and jenazah prayers at Masjid Saidina Umar Al-Khatab, Bukit Damansara.
We wish to thank you for all your prayers, kind words and endless support over the past few months. On behalf of the family, we also apologise for not being able to keep everyone better informed.
We feel, there may be several readers out there whom may want to know a bit more on arwah Pakcik's wellbeing during his blogging hiatus. Thus, do not hesitate to contact us.
InsyaAllah, we will continue what arwah Pakcik had started with Al Manar and use this blog as a journal, while we chart our path to further Pakcik's cause.
"Berkhidmat kerana Tuhan untuk Kemanusiaan".
17 June 2015
To all readers, especially blogger friends and former/present students of AlManar.
28 February 2015
Personal note ( to my visitors):
My last posting was dated 25th January which is one whole month ago. It is not for short of subjects to write. The increasing number of fellow bloggers disappearing from the scene prompts me to think whether I should call it a day as well. Some have stopped writing altogether and some have moved to the more fashionable fb, wtup etc, No, this one month, however, prompts Pakcik to stay on. There are still a few readers who care to call over and leave comments, for whom I am grateful. Above all I had my reasons for starting this blog almost ten years ago. And those reasons are still equally valid today.
Approach road to Kampong Cerong Cina
They owe it all to the dedication of Mak Yah and family. Behind the scene Pakcik shares the pride of a gutsy lady who shares out motto:
25 January 2015
Here is a home for the aged, home for the ones with just one dream.
There is sky up above, hard ground beneath and air to breath.
The red dish rising over the horizon to give warmth,
I admire them.
There lie my dreams.
01 January 2015
Let us see how the first page of my ( Monday, January 1961) diary began. I wonder in what mood I was when I was writing it down. Was I being as serious as I was on other occasions ? Here is what I wish my readers to see:
“ a -No vice of any sort.
The first part (a)sounds as if I had lived a dirty and wild life those years I was a student away from home. Who knows - that is a matter for anyone to judge. No one is perfect.
Now we look at the second part (b). My first question when I read this, what was that 'three' and 'full house 4' mean? Since I now have three children I immediately thought of children. No, it was not meant to be children. The 'last page' of that diary would mean a period of less period than a whole twelve months, needing me to be married and to force a triplet (or even a quad within a year!. That would not be human.
the ‘house’only has one 'guest', and I have been more than contented. Alhamdulillah.
Those comments enable me today to comment and criticise how foolishly naïve I was those heroic years, at least so I thought.
27 December 2014
A quiet X'mas Day
A X'mas Day to remember
To my Christian visitors I wish a sadly belated Merry X’mas, with snow and all to add atmosphere to the joyous occasion. To us in Malaysia it has been sad news especially in the East Coast where I am.
Another says that this is 'the worst in history'
It was late afternoon of X'mas Day when, from my house, I could see the sea through the gaps in the row of tall casuarina trees ( my Terengganu’s X’mas trees’ look-alike), which I had them planted to help breaking the force of sea breeze carrying salt sprays to our home during Monsoon weather. What I was looking at from my house did not look at all good, ominous as a matter of fact.
On a sudden impulse I reached my camera and walked down to the beach to see any real life drama on the beach, perhaps a rare experience to many but not to us here
It was a weird feeling to see the stormy sea and grey sky stretching all the way to the Western horizon. On the Eastern side runs a a row of casuarina trees, in a way hiding the predence of our home. ; and stretching north and south runs the seemingly endless stretch of sandy beach to as far as the eyes can see.
That was prt of my quiet X'ms Day, standing mersmerised by the the Almighty's works of wonder and admiration. Then I traced back my footsteps in the sandm, happy that I decided to do the least romantic act of the Day but spiritually satisfying. Alhamdulillah.