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Tuesday, December 20, 2011

MY LATE MOTHER, ALLAHYARHAMAH HAJJAH ZABEDAH BINTI BUROK.

I was awakened from my sleep by the ringing of my hand phone. When I looked at the screen I knew that it was from my brother and I knew that the news would be of my ailing mother. I just said “hello” when the other end straight away told me our beloved mother had passed away peacefully. It was about at 2.20 am on Thursday 15th December 2011. The only word that came from me was “Inna-lillahi-wainna-ilaihi-rajiiun

I was stunned as I have planned to visit her the coming weekend. I was not able to travel to my hometown earlier as I was stuck with other responsibilities. I sat by my bed and told my wife of the news. We sat and did not say a word. We packed up a few items we need and prepared to leave for my hometown which is about 150 km away. It was already about 4.00 am, withdrew some cash, filled up my car, bought our prepaid top-ups and off we drove through the cool misty morning.

An hour later, we stopped at my wife’s home in Bentong, waking my mother in-law who was surprised by our arrival. We told her the news and we rested awhile before we took our morning prayer. We continued our journey and reached my mother’s home at sunrise. The other members of the family were already there lead by my eldest brother, and with my elder sister, were by my mother’s bedside to her last breath. My sister told me that our mother has made herself ready by giving her gold necklace, rings and whatever she wore to my sister. Last but not least, she gave her gold bracelet to her maid and said to her that she does not have any cash to give but gave the bracelet instead as a “thank you” gift for taking good care of her. That how’s a mother’s love is.

All the other arrangement for the burial was done as scheduled. The prayer was attended by more that the hall could take, and there was a second session to accommodate the rest of the congregation. My mother was laid to rest at the same area where our late father was. It was attended by our relatives and close friends.

At this juncture we would meet a few whom we haven’t seen for a long time. This is the time to recall our memories and closes our bond or relationship. I met a niece and I recalled of an incident a long time ago, when we were at a very young age that makes a scar at my toe. She could not remember it but I do as I was the one with the scarred toe. A saying says that we would meet with one another during marriage ceremonies; when someone is bedridden with sickness; death or such, or else we may not see each other as frequent. I met those relatives that I have never met for quite a while and I feel that the respect and love remain strong.

There was a time when a young girl, about 4 years old, nicknamed my late mother as “Wan Nenek”. It was a surprise as she was new to the family then, told me that the word “Nenek” is already commonly used and “Wan” is mainly used in Pahang. So she insisted to call my late mother as “Wan Nenek” and both words means “grandmother”. My late mother was fondly of this girl; she was the girl who used to hold her hand whenever she was surrounded by my mother’s geese. When my mother was bedridden she asked me the where about of this young girl whom she missed and hasn’t seen for sometime. I could not answer my mother as I did not know where that girl is then.

Our mother left us with all her love that will remain in our heart forever. She left her nine (9) children to pray for her under the care of our eldest brother. For three (3) consecutive days, we arranged with the local mosque to have the special prayer (Tahlil) for our mother.

May Allah grant our mother peace and give His blessings, forgive all her sins and place her among the inhabitants of Al-Jannah. Al-Fatihah, Amin.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

MY SCHOOL DAYS

I started schooling in a Malay School in Rantau Panjang which was situated about 2 miles from my hometown, Lanchang, in Pahang. It was in 1952 and I was 5½ years old when I enrolled in Standard 1. This school was built with palm leaves for the roof and bamboo for the wall. During those days, sometimes we had our class under a tree as there were a limited number of classrooms. My father, retired as a teacher from different school, bought one table and chair for me during my first year. There were not enough furniture and most of the students sat on the floor. We used tablets or slate (“papan batu”) instead of books or paper, for us to write on. The tablet was marked with single line on one side and double lines on the other as guidance when writing. Care had to be taken as these tablets may easily break, and once broken; we had to buy a new one. Most of the reading was in Jawi, and spelling it correctly would make you leave the classroom early at the end of the day. Sometimes the teacher asked us on mathematical tables to test his students. During those years, if a student failed the year-end exam, they may not be promoted to the next class.

Going to the school and return was by bus, but if the bus failed to arrive, which usually happened during the emergency era, we have to walk to the school or back home. Sometimes, my friends and I would take a lift from any police vehicles that passed by the school. There were time we just walked home and on the way we would stop by this tamarind tree (Picture; 2008) to get some of the fruits to nibble along the way. When I passed this road a few years ago, this memorable tree was felled to make way for a new road. I think the tree was almost 100 years old!

Every morning, before going into the classroom, we did gardening at the vegetable plots at the back of the school. We planted vegetables and collected manure from a goat’s den nearby. At times, we did some gardening in front of the school planting various species of flowers to beautify our school. We were asked to bring along to the school a pole to fence the school area to avoid buffalos that encroached into the school compound at night.

Accident did happen during the gardening; a fellow student accidentally hit my eyebrow with a hoe when he turned around. I was attended by our teacher and the scar remained until today. When a dentist came to visit our school to do their monthly check on the students, many of the students, when they saw the mobile clinic in the school compound, would ran away to their homes as they were afraid of their tooth being extracted. Our headmaster (Cik Gu Sidin) was a very strict man. Whenever a student gave “sick” as an excuse for not coming to school, he would insisted that we took a tablespoon of quinine, not only as a medicine for the “sick” but as a punishment for being “absent”. We hate the taste of the quinine!

During the school year, our school closed for 1 month during the month of Ramadan and re-opened after the Hari Raya celebration. There would be another month of year-end school holidays. We were once instructed to come to the school on a Saturday, and at the school field our headmaster presented a box of chocolate to every student to commemorate the birthday celebration of the Queen of England. Malaya (or Malaysia) was at that time under the sovereignty of England.

When I was in Standard 3, I was sent to sit for an examination in a school in Temerloh, which is about 15 miles from my hometown. I was about 9 years old then and did not know why I was asked to sit for this exam. My father and brother accompanied me.

When schools opened for the first term in 1956, I was sent to Abu Bakar School in Temerloh. It was an English language school and I was enrolled in a Special Malay Class 1 or SMC 1. At that time I did not know any English word, and this was a “cultural shock” to me. I have to start learning English which is a foreign language to me. Everything is in English and I have to bear with it, whether I like it or not.

That was the beginning for me to learn the English language. As time goes by, I manage to understand and able to read, write and converse the new language. I was taught to use the dictionary and now, at this old age, whenever I need to refer for a word, either its spelling or meaning, a dictionary is always by my side. My wife used to ask me the meaning or spelling of a particular word, and I obliged as I knew she was from a Malay medium class, and at least she is willing to learn. A young lady, who studied in a university, used to refer to me whenever she wanted to know the meaning or spelling of a word. I told her that this “walking dictionary” has its time limit, and that she has to adapt herself using a dictionary whenever there is a need to.

As years went by, I moved on to the next classes, SMC 2 and Standard 6. Those 3 years were the primary level. It was a tough journey for a kampong boy schooling in an English school for only 3 years that normally took 6 years. The year-end exam would decide as to whether I would continue to the secondary level the next year. I managed to pass the exam and continued to the secondary classes, which were Form 1, Form 2 and Form 3. At the end of this third year, I sat for the Lower Certificate Examination (LCE).

Our headmaster was Mr. C. Sivapakiam (Late), a serious but kind-hearted man. Whenever he passed our class on his daily check, and the teacher was not in the classroom, we would pretend reading or did something that may please him. Sometime he would come to our class substituting a teacher. He is a sportsman himself. When our school football team loss to the visiting team, he was so frustrated, threw his cigar and left the stand. If we had won, he would declare a school holiday the next day. He retired and went back to his hometown in Klang, Selangor.

I moved on to Form 4. This is a boarding school and I was given a place at the hostel. I stayed in the dormitory with other students who came from various villages in the Temerloh’s district. Hostel life was something that everyone cherished, where you would obey all rules and regulations. You have to wash your clothes, make up and clean your bed, always in time to the dining hall and make sure you did go to school. For your evening tea, you would have a mug of tea and with only 2 pieces of cream crackers! During the month of Ramadan we had our “sahur” at about 3.00 am. When the bell rang, you won’t be surprise, out of those sleepy eyes; a few would run the wrong way instead of going towards the dining hall. Among the many friends I still remember were from this photo taken in 1963. Anyone you know? I still remember the names, but sorry to say, it’s almost 50 years now and I have lost contacts with them. (From Left – Mohd Zahir Seman, Baharuddin, Jamal Mahmud, Mohamad Ismail, Myself, Abu Samah and Nazri Othman).


The final year was Form 5 and I sat for the School Cambridge Certificate and Malaysian Certificate Examinations (SC and MCE). That was the year 1963, the final year as a student at Abu Bakar Secondary School, Temerloh, Pahang. I left the school and hostel with lots of memories.

My English may not as good as the others, I presumed. When I started to work in a Government Office in 1967, the English language was still used mostly in correspondence among the top level offices. In the 1980’s I was transferred to a Federal Department in Kuala Lumpur where the use of English is still a priority besides the Malay language. I told a few junior staffs, who were graduated from the local universities and was from the Malay Medium classes, to improve themselves with the English language and to leave their dialect behind. They were working with various projects for the government along with the foreign counterparts and they have to speak and write good English. When I retired, I happened to meet one of them who thanked me for the advice.

Anyway, I am glad to be able to read, write and converse in English.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

THE COW, THE MILK AND THE CHEESE

It’s been quite a while since my last article in this blog which was posted on 2nd. July 2011. All these while, my wife and I have been wondering “what actually happened”, “what actually is”, or “what wrongs have we done”? We wonder what did really happen in our life ever since we were apart. There are times when I feel that it is about time for me to forget everything, anything and whatever in between. Maybe “abah” would be better off rather than to be remembered by someone who have forgotten even to say it, but “mama” will be always be haunting each and everyone who was “carried” around and being part of mama’s life for nine months, no doubt about it.

We were happy in this residence, having been together for more than 25 years. We enjoy our life with our tour to Paris and Beijing and to all the states in the Peninsula, the least. We remember every memorable moment during those years, and every now and then, we fulfilled every requests and needs, being able to attend college and university and later graduated. But what was left for us? Only frustrations and sometime regrets, regretted to have done so much but not being repaid accordingly, not with money but with love and respect. We keep forgetting the source of our success, no matter how small it is, and to those who doesn’t care, that sacrifice is not worth at all. Someone else is now enjoying reaping the fruits of labor out of other’s blood, sweat and tears. It’s the cow’s hard earned milk, but the name goes to the “cheese”! It is also regretted that one could accept these “cheese” out of no where, just by claiming it with proud and arrogant, forgetting from where it really came from. It’s very unfortunate now that the “milk” is already a “cheese” and will not change back to “milk”.

A matured, responsible person would prefer to ask where we stand in this picture, and will not take what ever opportunity there is, look for the right answers and make a fair and honest decision that will not hurt others, will not take words blindly, grateful to Allah and belief in “Divine Will and Decree”.

That’s it. Stop or pause? It depends.

I remembered in my last issue, I wrote that I would continue writing in this blog if I feel worthwhile doing it. Ever since my last article, my wife and I found that our blog was also visited by readers from Taiwan, Indonesia, Pakistan, Australia, India, and the United States, to name a few. Thanks to all, at least there’s someone who is willing to read it and understood our feelings. It’s something that we do not expect, as most of our articles were written in Malay and we wonder who the readers are. I do write in English, may not as good as anyone else, including a 20-series memoir entitled “A picture that says a thousand words”. Anyway, we are happy for your participation.


My wife, who owns this blog, suggested to me to continue writing to accommodate our readers. Staying at home doing chores that continue to pile up daily, left me with no time to sit and recollect all what I could write. Anyway, she’s right, and it’s good for me to do something for our readers. We hope our readers would welcome whatever we wrote, both in Malay and English, would give comments for us to evaluate our articles. Thank you.

This article was originally prepared on 20.11.2011 – to remember a good set of numbers!!



Saturday, July 2, 2011

A PICTURE THAT SAYS A THOUSAND WORDS Series

TO REMEMBER IS PAINFUL, TO FORGET IS IMPOSSIBLE.
Series 20

We moved to this house in May 1990. You were still attending your Pre-School then. You have your own room and we prepared all your needs for you to have your own privacy, even at a very young age. This was where you grow up to be a beautiful young girl, celebrated your birthdays every year, going through the primary and secondary schools, college, for a diploma and finally completed your university life with a degree. We are happy and proud to have done the best for you.

We decided to hand over this house to you one day, but it seems that you have made your own choice not to. You were brought up in this house; you left it with haste, leaving us in distress, without any news for more than 10 months now. We are sure you did this with regrets; we just know you, being with and love you for almost all your life, and what you did is not you in body or mind. By time, if you felt guilty to what you have done, do not blame others but look back at your own true self and make the best decision there is.

To recall all the sweet memories from the 20-plus years when we were together is just impossible. It’s not to say that everything were all perfect during those years. We are always open and whatever problems there was were discussed and settled amicably either as a friend or parent or as a family.

I wrote all these articles to express what I personally feel, and posted it by this blog, the only media that would reach you, I hope. It was, the least, to remind you as you are, a cute and lovely girl growing up with our care and love. We hope you too would remember all the sweet memories when we were together, living happily in this “home, sweet home”, unless you felt otherwise.

I do think it’s about time for you, as a daughter consider seeing, talking and patching up with the only person who loves you most, physically and spiritually, your MAMA, the sweet name that you used to call her with. Do not take too long a time to make your move, you have to start from somewhere, so start the ball rolling now, the sooner the better, and please be a good listener. I used to say to you that saying sorry should not be done periodically or during festive seasons only, do it anytime when there is a need to, I did, don’t I?. This process of reconciliation may take a while, much longer than you might expect, a lot of patience and guts for it to happen into a reality, and do remember, respect the hierarchy and you should know your own self as a daughter. You must try to solve this issue alone, don’t let any third party to participate in the process yet, not at this moment, not until everything is back to normal. Do trust in me.

This is my sincere advice to you personally, as an old man, a by-stander or may be as “abah” as you used to call me. I have nothing else to offer except what I have written, and hope you would understand my feelings towards you and my intention will not be misunderstood. I hope whatever I wrote does not falls on deaf ears. You’re old and matured enough to make your choice, between right and wrong, good or bad, love and hate and whatever you may think of. Believe me; you can do it, respectfully. Think wisely, for your own good and your own future. You are not going to lock yourself away from the truth forever, with guilt and regrets all your life, with tears in your eyes thinking why, how, when etc and it will certainly interfere you and your daily life. Remember, whenever you’re sick, or need something urgently, or just anything that need her attention, she was always there for you, anytime, yesterday, tomorrow and forever, sacrifices herself for you; don’t you remember any of these? Now is the time for you to sacrifice yourself for her, to show that you too love her very much, not to repay back what she had done, but do it as your responsibility. There are always lights behind the dark clouds, they say.

As mentioned in my article earlier, when the time is right, we will be leaving this home together with all the memories, sweet or not. This home is not cheerful anymore; the bitter memories are haunting us almost daily. We have no other alternative, not at this moment, except that the decision is final. I hope you have read and understood those articles I published for the past few months. I have said what I wanted to say, maybe not all. I personally hope you would take all advises and comments positively.

This is the LAST episode of my 20-Series articles for this “Season”. If I want to continue writing, may be I have to start off with “Season 2”! At the moment, I just want to let it be, until I feel its worthwhile doing it!

Assalamualaikum, wbk. May Allah bless you.
Some say you are too painful to remember, I say you are too PRECIOUS to forget!

Wishing you for a Happy Ramadhan (No more daily “Tea-O”), a Happy Adil-Fithri (No more hugs or “Ang-pows”), and whatever that follows, for which we won’t be expecting it anymore.

Friday, July 1, 2011

A PICTURE THAT SAYS A THOUSAND WORDS Series

TO REMEMBER IS PAINFUL, TO FORGET IS IMPOSSIBLE.
Series 19

What is this? Oh what a memory!
You were about 4 years old when asked to go down to buy the newspaper. I looked around to make sure you were safe but I did not see you going to the newspaper’s stand. I checked and found you were still on the stairway, stunned and looking at this dead cockroach on your path, standing still, not moving an inch! Then only I knew that you are really repugnance on seeing any species of insects, especially cockroaches.

On your day out with your pre-school class to visit the Zoo, I have to write a letter to your teacher about how you would react whenever you see any insect no matter how small it is.

Whenever you were in your room or when you were going to bed, your eyes would wonder around to see whether there is any insect, be it crawling or flying in the room. If there is, you would shout for help, no matter what time it was and you would even stand on your bed. As usual I would always attend to it and you wanted to see to make sure that its killed or disposed off, if not you will not be satisfied and still wondering if it is still in the room. We used to place an insect repellent in your room, but if you were to use it, you would spray these insects until its wet and to make sure that it’s dead. I always reminded you not to spray the whole can!

Anytime you saw any insects in the house, I would always be your shield, which sometime we would laugh on seeing how you react! I used to say to you that the insects were too small compared to you, despite that, you still lose!

Thursday, June 30, 2011

A PICTURE THAT SAYS A THOUSAND WORDS Series

TO REMEMBER IS PAINFUL, TO FORGET IS IMPOSSIBLE.
Series 18

There is no short cut to any place worth going.
Sometime ago, someone told us: “This is where I want to send you both”.
Today, that someone hints us: “Sorry!”
Then we said: “Allah’s willing; we will be there one day, on our own!”

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

A PICTURE THAT SAYS A THOUSAND WORDS Series

TO REMEMBER IS PAINFUL, TO FORGET IS IMPOSSIBLE.
Series 17

Some says “a millipede has ‘a million’ feet”. With so many feet, it walks its way home; we humans, much easier to walk with only two feet, sometime lost our way home!

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

A PICTURE THAT SAYS A THOUSAND WORDS Series

TO REMEMBER IS PAINFUL, TO FORGET IS IMPOSSIBLE.
Series 16

The beauty of “Yesterday”, without it, there will be no “Today”.
“Today is yesterday’s tomorrow!”, so they say. Whatever we did “yesterday” will always be remembered “today” and everyday, no doubt about it.

Monday, June 27, 2011

A PICTURE THAT SAYS A THOUSAND WORDS Series

TO REMEMBER IS PAINFUL, TO FORGET IS IMPOSSIBLE.
Series 15

Good, Better, Best. Never let it rest until “Good” is “Better”, and “Better” is “Best”. The question is “Why wait?” Answer “No time lahh, my life changed.”

Sunday, June 26, 2011

A PICTURE THAT SAYS A THOUSAND WORDS Series


TO REMEMBER IS PAINFUL, TO FORGET IS IMPOSSIBLE.
Series 14

Mr. Kite, Please take me away, far beyond yonder and far from the eyes could see. My only daughter that I care and love so much left me alone with a broken heart!

Fly me to the moon; Let me sing among those stars
Let me see what spring is like; On jupiter and mars
In other words, hold my hand; In other words, baby kiss me
Fill my heart with song; Let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for; All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true; In other words, I love you.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

A PICTURE THAT SAYS A THOUSAND WORDS Series

TO REMEMBER IS PAINFUL, TO FORGET IS IMPOSSIBLE.
Series 13

My hope is as high as the towers, or maybe more!
When we look at the top of the tower, do not forget the feel of the earth at our feet. There is where our life begins and with blessings from our loved ones, we may reach the top.

Friday, June 24, 2011

A PICTURE THAT SAYS A THOUSAND WORDS Series

TO REMEMBER IS PAINFUL, TO FORGET IS IMPOSSIBLE.
Series 12

What a long hair! But it was not long enough compared to the first time, sometime in 1970s, which was kept for about 10 months. This time it was only for 7 months and I already felt the heat, especially when the sun shines on those grey hairs! I could not beat you, you won!!
Lucky me, if not, I have to keep my promise to shave all – bald!

Thursday, June 23, 2011

A PICTURE THAT SAYS A THOUSAND WORDS Series


TO REMEMBER IS PAINFUL, TO FORGET IS IMPOSSIBLE.
Series 11


They say, “Pappa is Rich”; then someone would say, “Mamma is poor!”
When we lose everything we owned and loved, we feel the loneliness and frustrations of life

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

A PICTURE THAT SAYS A THOUSAND WORDS Series


TO REMEMBER IS PAINFUL, TO FORGET IS IMPOSSIBLE.
Series 10

RIP to a close and true friend of yours, Sunkist, died on 3 Jan 2007. You mourn for the loss deeply, and we tried our best to comfort you. We laid it to rest at the exact spot you wanted and we planted the “misai kuching” on its grave.
Since you love and like cats so much, we planned to take you to visit the Cat’s Museum in Kuching, Sarawak, but sorry to say, this is not possible anymore.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

A PICTURE THAT SAYS A THOUSAND WORDS Series

TO REMEMBER IS PAINFUL, TO FORGET IS IMPOSSIBLE
Series 9

Today, it is just another day to remember. Every year, we grow older and older, but actually, our life is shorter by time, except that we do not know when it will finally end, only Allah SWT knows.
For the past 20-plus years, we have given you our love, care and support. Almost every year you wished me a prosperous life and happiness, but from this year, I will not hear those congratulatory messages anymore. You are too far away for those lovely and encouraging words.
Unfortunately, we have to accept the fate destined upon us. No other persons knew what actually happened that led to the current issues. Anyone may say anything they like or did whatever to change and influence the situations. The truth lies between the three of us, but sometimes, nobody would want to listen and that leaves us with “nothing”, just because we don’t like to argue. We know we are right and Allah is with us, and may one day, the truth prevails. By that time, it will be too late to say sorry as the damage has been done.
We are planning to make an important decision of our life, at least before the end of the year. We hope this drastic decision would be a success; it will help us to build our future and forget the past. Life must go on and we will do whatever we can to ease the pain, hopefully, Insyaallah. We would sadly say good bye to all the memories or whatever we had here at Taman Seri Gombak when the time comes.
Assalamualaikum wbk.

Monday, June 20, 2011

A PICTURE THAT SAYS A THOUSAND WORDS Series

TO REMEMBER IS PAINFUL, TO FORGET IS IMPOSSIBLE.
Series 8



You enjoy singing since you are 3 years old, with your favorite of Ramlah Ram’s or Man Bai’s songs. It was “Yesterday”, that your talent is sure enough! Watch out Youtube.com, here I come!


P.S. I am very frustrated, have been looking for my b&w photos, taken when I was between 2 – 4 years of age. I can’t locate it and I need it dearly, very nostalgic! Dear photos, where r u?





Sunday, June 19, 2011

A PICTURE THAT SAYS A THOUSAND WORDS Series

TO REMEMBER IS PAINFUL, TO FORGET IS IMPOSSIBLE.
Series 7






The umbrella that protects us from rain or shine for as long as we need it.
We thought you’ll be with us “under our umbrella” for the whole of your life, to protect, love and adore you, to make sure you’re safe and have the best education there is, attend to all your needs and for any other reasons you know why. We now know that it is impossible and that our rights were taken away!






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Saturday, June 18, 2011

A PICTURE THAT SAYS A THOUSAND WORDS Series

TO REMEMBER IS PAINFUL, TO FORGET IS IMPOSSIBLE.
Series 6





This empty table was once a meeting place
while enjoying an early breakfast before the bell rings.
Someone then said, “I did not hear the bell rings! Did you?”






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Friday, June 17, 2011

A PICTURE THAT SAYS A THOUSAND WORDS Series


TO REMEMBER IS PAINFUL, TO FORGET IS IMPOSSIBLE.
Series 5








They say, “Laughter is the best medicine. But too much laughter may make you cry”. So, laughter does not mean that you are happy, but rather it is a sign that will lead you to be unhappy, probably with tears in your eyes, when the time comes. Our fore-fathers used to say “Jangan terlalu suka, nanti berduka”




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Thursday, June 16, 2011

A PICTURE THAT SAYS A THOUSAND WORDS Series

TO REMEMBER IS PAINFUL, TO FORGET IS IMPOSSIBLE.
Series 4



Long time ago, a baby girl once said, (in Malay) “Mama, air cut!!!”

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Wednesday, June 15, 2011

A PICTURE THAT SAYS A THOUSAND WORDS Series

TO REMEMBER IS PAINFUL, TO FORGET IS IMPOSSIBLE.
Series 3



A dish that has become our “favorite”. A recipe from a distance town!
Whenever we are on our trip by this specific route, a stop at this specific R&R is compulsory, just to enjoy this dish; how happy we are if only you’re there too, the way we used to be!





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Tuesday, June 14, 2011

A PICTURE (PHOTO) THAT SAYS A THOUSAND WORDS Series

TO REMEMBER IS PAINFUL, TO FORGET IS IMPOSSIBLE.
Series 2




Does anyone know how far “mother’s love” is?
None, nobody knows or nobody cares to know! Is it?







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