A tribute to Rayyan

The below sad story was extracted from an e-mail sent by Nik Aiza (Rayyan's mum) to me recently. I was there for the funeral which pretty much refreshened my memory of my beloved late nephew, Nur Farhan. I personally salute Rayyan's parents, whom I think are really supernatural human being.

"Dear friends & colleagues,

My beloved son Rayyan Hakimi passed away on 12th June 2008 at 4.45am after battling leukemia since March last year. He was 2 years, 8 months old. He passed away peacefully after enduring the pain of chemo for more than a year. His cancer cells were too strong and resistant to every chemo protocol given to him. In the end, doctors advised us to stop the chemo and to let him go peacefully without torturing him with anymore toxic chemo. Based on his blood count, the doctor predicted weeks to go & that we utilize that time to let him be free & enjoy everything possible - no more rules.

We had planned so many exciting things for him and looked foward to enjoy each of them as we knew time was against us. Unfortunately, his condition started to deteriorate further as the days passed by and despite all the freedom, he could barely run..walk..stand...sit.. every move was too painful for him. We didn’t give up hope and went for several alternative treatment…but he was getting weaker & hardly ate.

We had tried everything that we could possibly do and if there was going to be no miracle cure, then we prayed for Allah to take him to a better place. He will be dearly missed by our family and friends, even doctors and nurses. All the joy, smile and happiness that he brought to us (even temporarily) will be remembered forever. May he rest peacefully & bask in the joys of heaven.

I suppose we can find comfort in the fact that despite the chemo & other treatments for more than a year, he had quality of life - not bedridden, still full of energy and yes, lots of character. He was growing up fairly like a normal child eventhough his blood results were never great. We had a heads-up when the doctors finally gave up & said that he had about a month to go & he only fell into a coma for 2 days & went in his sleep while my husband & I held his hands.

My heartfelt thanks to all of you for all the well wishes, prayers, support, kind thoughts, contribution and condolences throughout Rayyan's illness until now. There is a saying that goes "When you need strength, it will come." And during this unimaginable difficult period, all of you have helped give us that strength in one way or another. Thanks to those who came over to the hospital, our home and the countless SMSs which I didn’t manage to reply. I also apologize for anyone that I may have missed out from this email. I am eternally grateful to all of you & there's no way for me to repay you but to wish that all the blessings be returned to you & your families."

To Rayyan and Farhan, Al-Fatihah..

3rd placing is good enuf!

I am always eager to see my kids (or any kids for that matter) to be active in sports. Why? Becos I want them to be like what I was before. But, emmm, these are the few of my experiences encountered:-

I wanted to enroll them for a teakwando classes - they said, sparring would tear my bone apart.

I gave them badminton rackets and a dozen of shuttle cocks - ended up, they kept the racket behind the door simply because they got fed up after not hitting the right targets for few times.

I promised Irfan to buy him a pair of football boots - he enjoyed playing football with kaki ayam or kasut sekolah MORE at the playground fronting our house.

So last week, they invited me see them sporting at school, so I went.

At least I am proud to see Irfan ranked 3rd for 4 x 80 metres. For Yasmine, a big surprise for a girl!! she won 3rd for tarik tali, emmm not bad la.

Keep it up kids!!!

The art of defense

In a real situation, don't take risk, the best way to do is to run away to safe your life. In a fight, the chance of winning or losing is equal.

Call me Tok Su

He is the eldest son of my eldest nephew, thus the first grand-nephew to me, born on 23rd June 2008.

Tini had been fighting an agonizing pain (well at least I believe so, no personal experience though...) from the contraction as early as 3 pm the day before. Until around 11.30 pm, no good progress was reported to me, so I fell asleep.

While I was having a good dream that nite, at about 1.45 am, a call from Faizal woke me up. "No choice Paksu, the doctor has decided for a C-section".

That call had really freshened me up, went down to the kitchen for a cup of Milo and some kurma. At about 2.30 pm, received an sms from Faizal that Afiq was safely born. Thus, I am now officially become an Atok.

Welcome to the family Afiq!!