Monday, January 19, 2015

Pembentangan Fiqh Awlawiyat bahagian 2

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بسم الله والحمد لله.
والصلاة والسلام على رسول الله، وعلى اله وصحبه ومن والاه.

Firman Allah swt :

اقْرَأْ بِاسْمِ رَبِّكَ الَّذِي خَلَقَ ( 1 )
خَلَقَ الْإِنْسَانَ مِنْ عَلَقٍ ( 2 )
اقْرَأْ وَرَبُّكَ الْأَكْرَمُ ( 3 )
الَّذِي عَلَّمَ بِالْقَلَمِ ( 4 )
عَلَّمَ الْإِنْسَانَ مَا لَمْ يَعْلَمْ ( 5 )

�� Antara buku yang penting dibaca oleh umat Islam ialah Fiqh al-Awlawiyyat @ Fiqh Keutamaan oleh Dr Yusuf al-Qaradawi. Berikut adalah antara 3 faktor mengapa kita perlu membaca buku ini :

1⃣ Merupakan karya Dr Yusuf Al Qaradhawi yang membincangkan tentang kepentingan dalam menilai keutamaan dalam syariah Islam, bagi menolak sebarang kesalah tetapan dan kekeliruan ketika membuat sebarang keputusan.

Harapan pengarang agar selepas ini akan lahir penggerak Islam yang bukan sahaja mengikut kehendak syariah bahkan mampu membezakan antara :
- perkara utama yang perlu didahulukan & perkara yang boleh dikemudiankan
- perkara yang perlu ditegaskan & perkara yang perlu dimudahkan.

2⃣ Memahami dengan lebih mendalam tentang Fiqh al-Aulawiyat yang boleh ditakrifkan sebagai ;

Meletakkan sesuatu perkara (hukum, pendirian, penilaian, gerak kerja, dan lain-lain) pada susunan yang BETUL dengan adil iaitu dengan mengutamakannya mengikut prinsip syariah Islam sebenar melalui petunjuk wahyu dan bantuan akal, supaya diutamakan perkara yang perlu diutamakan, tidak membesarkan perkara kecil, serta tidak memudah-mudahkan perkara yang perlu dipandang serius.

3⃣ Mengetahui dengan lebih lanjut tentang asas kepada Fiqh al-Aulawiyat iaitu ;

Meletakkan perbezaan pada pendirian, hukum, gerak kerja, dan tanggungjawab mengikut susunan yang telah ditentukan oleh syariat, kerana semua perkara tidak berada pada susunan yg sama 'level', sebaliknya bergantung kepada besar atau kecilnya sesuatu perkara, dan bergantung sama ada perkara itu teras ataupun cabang.

Selamat Membaca !

اللهم علمنا ما ينفعنا،
وانفعنا بما علمتنا،
وزدنا علما.

Thursday, January 15, 2015

Siri Sawda Usahawan Keychain: Penetapan Harga

HARGA


Sawda usahawan keychain. Asalnya keychain dan pin baki-baki stock byc dahulu. 

Ada dua cerita tentang Harga barangan jualan Sawda. 

1. Semalam dia mahu menjual kepada sepupunya. Dia jual 1 item rm2. 2 item rm3, 3 item rm4 dan seterusnya. 

Sepupunya kata mahal.

Selepas nego, dia menjual dengan Harga 50 sen  satu pin.

Walaupun sudah tiada untung, tapi perniagaan adalah persetujuan kedua pihak.

Saya terima sahajalah.

2. Hari ini Sawda tanya saya Harga emas naik atau turun. Saya jawab Sudah naik. Beliau tanya berapa Harga sekarang? Saya jawab rm141/g.

Oleh kerana Harga emas sudah naik, beliau pun mahu naikkan Harga barang jualannya. Saya katakan, Harga emas naik kerana Harga kosnya Sudah naik.

Beliau katakan, itulah alasannya mahu naikkan harga.

Saya tanya semula apakah kos beliau?

Di jawab dengan soalan, kos tu apa?

Saya terangkan tentang kos pengangkutan, kos pekerja, kos sewa dan lain-lain.

Beliau maklumkan, betullah yang kos beliau sudah naik. 

Alasan nya:


Pagi tadi saya pinjam duitnya rm5x4 keeping untuk bayar sarapan kerana tertinggal beg duit dirumah.

Petang ini saya pulangkan, rm10x2 sahaja.

Walaupun tak sama, beliau terpaksa terima sahaja. Jadi kos Sudah naik.

Lagipun beliau mahu ambil pekerja menjual pin dan keychain tersebut.

Mahu diambil Nurin (sepupu dalam cerita 1) untuk jual kepada kawan-kawannya nanti.

Mahu tidak mahu, saya Katakan nanti saya fikirkan samada Harga jualan beliau boleh dinaikkan atau tidak. 

Beliau angguk keterpaksaan.

:)

#kelabaraf
#wawahs

Sunday, January 11, 2015

Kumpulan Whatsapp Satu Juz Sebulan

Saya kongsikan templet Kumpulan Whatsapp Bacaan Satu Juz Sebulan untuk digunakan.
Boleh ditukar kepada satu minggu satu juz, satu hari satu juz. Terpulang kepada kemampuan.
Moga bermanfaat.


Apa itu Al-Quran kekasihku:
1. Satu kumpulan whatsapp, ahli akan membaca alquran SATU juz setiap seorang dalam tempoh sebulan.
2. Ahli laporkan secara whatsapp kpd admin dgn tanda ✅khatam
3. Matlamat group ini ialah supaya kita akan istiqamah membaca alquran

PERATURAN/SOP GROUP Alquran kekasihku
1. Grup beranggotakan 30 orang.
2. Hari pertama dimulai apabila cukupi 30 orang.
3. Nombor giliran juga bermaksud no juz yang dibaca pada bulan tersebut.
4. Bulan seterusnya, bacaan juzuk bergerak ke juz seterusnya.
4. Jika ada keuzuran, mohon dilaporkan kepada admin. Bacaan juz tersebut akan dibuka kepada ahli lain.
5. Group ini akan mengkhatamkan AlQuran setiap hari terakhir bulan tersebut pada waktu maghrib.
6. Doa Qur'an dibaca setelah semua anggota selesaikan juznya.
7. Selesai doa khatam dah dibaca, group akan mulakan pusingan baru.
8. Admin akan menyediakan senarai juz baru kepada ahli group.
9. Setiap juzuk hanya ada 20 muka surat. Apabila kita istiqamah membaca sekurangnya 1 muka sehari, insya Allah, akan selesai bacaan satu juzuk pada akhir bulan.
 
Ya Allah, berkatilah usaha kami dan jadikanlah Al-Quran penawar hati kami.
Ameen.

Birth Training, Oxytocin Overload, and Being the Doula Next Door

 By Maria Zain

 "Would you like to receive your baby?”

 That’s not a rhetorical question. I was actually asking an expecting dad to receive his baby. He was sitting at the corner of the bed, while I was crouched on my knees with towel as a receiving hammock. 

 “Come and catch your baby,” I persuaded, after no response. As a doula (even an unofficial, yet-to-be certified one), you have to maintain your calm when in the birthing room. Images of hospital frenzy were buzzing through my mind. Mum shrieking in pain, bright lights, the clatter of medical equipment being pushed around, machines blaring galore, dad panicking, doctors and nurses speaking loudly. This wasn’t going to happen in here. 

Yet this dad didn’t budge. He had just woken up from deep sleep only to find his wife in labour. 

“Your baby’s coming now. Come and catch your baby. Your baby is coming,” I say, escalating an iota or slight urgency. But I’m still smiling, holding the hammock in place. received received

 Then he made his move. It was just two steps any way, held his hands under the towel, and SPLASH, out came his daughter – amniotic fluids flooding the birthing realm that her mum had set up just a while ago. 

 Zaynab was crying. Zaynab was fussing. Zaynab rooted for the breast but she wanted to look around. This isn’t my home, she must have thinking, where is this place? Zaynab was wailing, flexing her lungs.

 Her parents were holding her hands, stroking her hair, calling her name, amazed at her alert expression, her big eyes darting around the Kamar Musafir that she had been born in: the travellers’ lodging in the Masjid where the AMANI Birth (Malaysia)CBE & Doula training was being held. 

Zaynab was wailing again, making it known that she had been born.

 I’ve known Noor Azurah – or Wawa - for some time now, way before her fourth pregnancy and there I was, sitting in the corner of her room after months and months of updates of Braxton Hicks.

Her little girl was in her arms.

 It was November 19th, 2012, just before midnight, and Wawa and I had signed up for the AMANI Birth training in Malaysia. We had just gotten through the first day, and at 38 weeks pregnant, Wawa had to play the “role” of the birthing mum throughout the sessions of training. It was too funny when Aisha had warned us to “catch” just in case she went into labour. But what do you expect when you bundle a group of birth junkies into a training room with one full term pregnant mummy – surely the oxytocin had tipped the charts. 

 And there I was that night, with splatters of Zaynab’s waterbag in the dimly lit Masjid lodging, waiting for the placenta to birth.

 I actually couldn’t believe how easy it had gone, but masha Allah this is in Allah’s design. Planning an unassisted birth is a very personal decision; one that I believe is a viable option for every pregnant, healthy and well-educated mother, but only if it was her choice. And I know how much Wawa had worked for this birth. She had straightened out her fears, garnered her strength, nurtured her faith, taken care of herself during pregnancy, and birthed calmly the way in the quiet of the night, just like many natural birthers do. 

When she had texted me less than half an hour earlier, I had thought she was having another bout of Braxton Hicks, so I jokingly asked if she was pushing her baby out. Turns out she was. I grabbed my hijab and ran down the maze of rooms in the Masjid’s hallway, getting lost twice, before arriving at the room she was quietly labouring in. I knocked on the door and gave my salaams. 

Wawa was sitting on the bed, with the noticeable deep, laboured breathing of a calm birthing mother, listening to her body and following her instincts, smiling through the surge. She was accentuated by an unearthly light in the comforting coolness of the air-conditioned room. She looked nothing short of amazing.

 “Are you sure you’re pushing?” I remember asking her, walking in, a little nervous, a little excited. She nodded even before her surge ended.

 “You look so calm.”

 "I’m sure I’m pushing," she said, when she could speak again. But in the back of my mind, I had actually thought she was in early labour. It looked like she had just gotten up from sleep, and apparently she had – she had slept through her entire transition stage, which had lasted just a few minutes. 

 I suggested that if she was feeling pushy, to kneel on the floor. And she did, quite happily. This was a relief to me, as I didn’t want to impose my ideas and squelch her intuition.

 She grabbed her pillow and her water bottle and knelt, while resting her head on the bed, leaning forwards, during and between surges. 

I applied acupressure just below her hip bones to relief pressure and help her lower pelvis flare outwards. We must have had 4 or 5 surges. Her husband came over to rub her back as well, probably just to let her know he was fully awake. Between surges, we joked about how her birth pool would not have fit into the cozy room. 

 She then retreated into a deep trance and I heard her energy moving downwards. She closed her eyes, her body went limp, breathed in deeply, and a sudden tilt of her hips sent telling signals that baby was near. I heard a trickle. Her waters were releasing. 

 I could have slapped myself; I was about to witness a real birth.

 “She’s coming in the next surge, isn’t she?” I asked her. She nodded. I asked permission to check and lifted her caftan. Needless to say, Zaynab was near. So I held up the towel. I’m amazed at how the little baby waited for her dad to bound over and get ready to receive her. She could have come earlier but she hung on, and in one full, wholesome surge, she slid out, her right arm over her left shoulder; a stranger and traveller in Allah’s grand world; a little girl destined for greatness insha Allah. The room fell silent, except for baby’s wails of arrival. It was just before 11 at night.

 It must have been about 10 minutes after birth that Wawa said she was feeling a surge. She expelled some blood and I checked if the placenta was coming. Her cord wasn’t lengthening, but all too soon, she had another surge, and Zaynab’s tiny placenta plopped out. I carried it up with a chux pad just to ensure it was intact. Not wanting to get in the way, I rummaged through their little belongings for clothes for mum and baby. Dad was calling the adzan into Zaynab’s ear and I think I nearly cried. You never know how moving birth can really be, until you’re down the least necessities and both parents work together to bring baby to the world, the same way their baby is conceive. Once we can almost all agree with the notion that birth is normal, fear suddenly goes away. And this is mostly because faith grows bigger than the energy of negativity, and reliance suddenly becomes paramount upon Allah SWT, like it should be.

 I didn’t want to cry because of all of that, but I needed to shed tears for mothers who didn’t know that it was that simple, who felt their births were torturous, dangerous, frightening and stressful, and that they needed to be in a place with interventions and drugs. I know there are cases where doctors save lives, but when they step back and be the emotional support that they should be, most mothers would flourish too, bringing their newborns into their arms like it was the most primal act of the female design. Birth can be empowering, natural, beautiful and a spiritual journey for a mother and I wanted to cry for those were short-changed of this experience. 

The adzan came to an end right after I had sorted out the clothes for mum and baby. Zaynab’s dad had to dash out to buy scissors to cut the cord. I helped Zaynab and Wawa on to the bed, carefully cradling the newborn in my arms, telling her who I was, asking her permission for me to remove her from her mummy for a while. As I laid her down, I promised her mother would be right next to her in a jiffy. I think she kind of gave her consent by shaking her fist at me, but nonetheless, it was important to treat her with respect. Babies rarely get acknowledged as people in hospitals, being subjected from one procedure to another, without being asked or told, held away from mum and dad, poked and prodded, all with the reasoning of, “just in case.” So I felt compelled to make a difference. 

 I bounded off the warm bed to get Wawa, who was already standing up on her own. I helped clean her and get a fresh change of clothes. We lined chux pads and cloth for her to lie on so she would not stain the sheets and giggled at what the Masjid officials would think if they found out what had happened in Room 314. They would probably feel amazed and blessed to host such a birth. The same way I felt terribly honoured and humbled to have been invited to witness Zaynab being born. I then washed the towels and rolled up the plastic mat and squished it into the bathroom. The room was clean.

 Mum and bub were cuddling so I excused myself to check on my babies. I burst into the suite I was staying at and couldn’t help but shake my husband awake with the news. He acknowledged my loud announcement and went to the toilet and climbed back into bed, rather unfazed. That’s what you get after babysitting four small children alone for 8 hours straight, bless him. I crept into the room to see my older two, and then to check on the smaller ones who were sharing my bed. They were sprawled out in synchronised Siamese starfish formation. There was no space for me, so I put my feet up in the living room, waiting for Wawa’s call. 

 It could have been about an hour later when her husband came back with scissors, tweezers (that he had initially mistaken for scissors), thread (to tie the cord), plenty of food (for a hungry mummy) and gifts for a newborn. We are pretty lucky to be in Malaysia where vendors never seem to sleep. So I ran down the hallway back to their room and got lost twice again. 

The mood in the room was a lot lighter than the surreal calmness before. Wawa was making her Masjid-birth announcement through her phone, and her husband was rummaging through his midnight shopping spree. We tied the cord, cut it, and I picked up Zaynab to wash her head, which had some blood stains. She didn’t enjoy that very much, so I apologised and told her we were even because she splashed my hijab. She didn’t think that was very funny either. Quite a serious baby, she was. cord tying cord tying cord cutting cord cutting.

 I hugged Wawa goodnight and I left, floating slightly above the moon.

 It was nearly 1am. I washed up once and for all, and as I did, my 1 year old stirred, mostly because his brother’s had wrongly placed his fist on his nose. Soon they were kicking each other with their eyes closed. I separated them and crawled in to nurse the baby. I must have slept with my eyes open that night. There was just too much oxytocin in the air. 

And before I knew it, it was Fajr. And I was up, showering, packing my bag for Day 2’s sessions, munching on a piece of bread, and separating the 3 year old who was trying to wake the 1 year old yet again. He wanted to follow me downstairs. 

We held hands, we got into the lift; we entered the training hall – and we started Day 2’s session with a hearty breakfast. — Maria Zain (Nov 2012) 

Maria Zain has gone from being an unschooled birth junkie to an AMANI Birth CBE. She believes that many women can have better birth experiences, if they go ahead and make their choices and put their faith in the right places. Though she loves the thought of the changing birth culture, she is still reluctant to write her own birth stories. - See more at: http://hypnobirthing.com.my/content/maria-zains-being-doula-next-door-story#sthash.0HbVGrX7.dpuf

Be careful what you wished for.



In 2010, i wrote a status on my facebook about wanting to be a fulltime stay-at-home-mom in 5 years time.

Few friends make doa that it will be materialised. 



Fast forward, It is 2015 now.

Alhamdulillah, i am a fulltime (working with kids) mom but no, sawda's little sister is still breastfeeding. No sign of slowing yet.

and i still love Sharina Maamor

‪#‎girlfriend‬

Thursday, November 20, 2014

Happy 2nd birthday my (not so) little one

Sanah Helwah Zaynab!

May you will always be the coolness of our eyes.






Your Masjid Birth, Zaynab (A very long post)

BY WAWA ON DECEMBER 30, 2012

Dear Zaynab,

My dear daughter, the coolness of my eyes.

This is a long overdue letter for you. Today marks your 40th day born into this world. It also means that you’ve been with me for 40 days.

Alhamdulillah, you are such an easy baby to take care of. You sleep through the night until I become worry that you’ll get dehydrated. But now, I am happy that you sleep well, so I can get my beauty sleep too.




Baby Zaynab

I've always worried that you decide to pop out before week 36, just like abang Umar, Hamzah and Kakak Sawda. Surges started coming since week 35. And there were a few times that I thought I was going to give birth to you. Prepared all the stuffs and Abah had to stay home most of the time, but Allah swt granted our prayer to keep you as long as you want to be.

Birthing Dream

You knew we have been planning for a homebirth, right? It was all Abah’s idea in the first place. Mak and Abah were watching this movie. JLo was the heroin. There was a homebirth scene in the movie and I guess, that was how Abah got the idea. And I, I was reluctant at first but then I found a wonderful group of mommies in facebook and the rest is history.

I read, studied and do lots of ‘research’ to support my decision. I tried to let go all fears and equipped myself with information and knowledge. I made doa a lot too, praying that Allah swt will make it easy for all of us. I went to check up religiously and made sure I eat properly to keep us fit and healthy. To be honest, I worked hard to make it happen.


birth plan

I have prepared a birth plan and gave it to Dr Hanisah to see if she agrees to the plan. Unfortunately, she said there are some that she couldn't agree with. I also rented the birth pool from Aunty Maria just in case I would want to have a waterbirth although the dream birth I've been visualizing all these while was a night time dry birth - an easy placenta birth a few minutes after that, then Abah would clean up the birth scene, Mak and you will go to sleep. When abang Umar, abang Hamzah and Kakak Sawda wake up the next day, they will be surprise seeing you, Zaynab.



So we passed week 36 and we managed to attend Along’s engagement. Alhamdulillah.

And another week passed by with few nights of intense surges and it was gone the next day. Phew!

Training or Birthing?

And finally week 38 came. I’ve been wanting to join the AMANI Childbirth Education & Doula Training in KL. However, I was worried that I couldn't make it. The surges came and went, just like the previous weeks. The night before the training, I was 50-50. Nenek Siti wasn’t feeling well, so I felt bad to ask her to take care of abang and kakak. But Abah said, he had already made an appointment with his friend that night, so we need to go to KL anyhow. So off we went.

Mak and Abah stayed at Aunty Fathin’s house that night. I had surges, and intense surges till I forced myself to have warm bath at 4 am in the morning.

The next day, when I met Aa’la, Aunty Fathin’s newborn baby, I got oxytoxin intoxicated. Oxytocin will actually help birth to progress. Well, that was exactly what happened to me that morning. The journey from Shah Alam to TTDI was the longest journey I’ve ever had. I had this ‘nak terberak’ urge all the way. I know, it was a progress. Every progress means I will be able to meet you soon.



Finally we reached Masjid Al-Ghufran. There, I met Eidriss and Pelangi. So I got more intoxicated. And more surges came. But I managed to keep calm. As the mantra that I shared on my Facebook wall, “Keep calm and Birth On”.


Masjid Al-Ghufran


The first half of the training went OK. During the 2nd half, we had workshop where we need to do a few exercises so that we got it right. One of the exercises were squatting and boy, I felt good after that. Then, I felt something gushing out from my body and I knew I need to check what that was.

So I went to the toilet on level 2 and checked. It was birth show. I gave birth to Abang Umar a day after the blood show. Abang Hamzah and Kakak Sawda a few hours after that. I knew by then, Insya Allah I will give birth soon.

Birth Mantra


I was supposed to stay at Aunty Kamariah’s house in Bangi that night. I was excited because Aunty Shida and Aunty Nadrah will be there too. But, when I saw the birth show, I had to decline the offer.

... Or Both!

Meanwhile, Abah was supposed to go back to Melaka so he could take care of abang and kakak because Nenek Siti wasn’t feeling well. All the plans had to be cancelled since we wouldn’t know what will happen in the next few hours.

I called Abah and told him about the birth show. In my head, I only have a few options – to go back to Melaka and give birth at home or to stay in KL. If I did not give birth that night, I will still be able to continue the training tomorrow. If you decided to pop out that night, insya Allah, there are plenty of doula-in-training around to help. Even Aunty Aisha will be around to help me. Abah chose the latter option. Plus I have already brought all the basic stuffs along.

The 1st day training ended at 5-ish. I stayed to chit chat with the aunties until 6. Then Aunty Fathin, Rayyan, Jannah and I went to my room while waiting for someone to fetch Aunty Fathin and Abah to arrive.



Birth On...

After Aunty Fathin left, I tried to finish AMANI book because Aunty Aisha didn’t cover the birthing topics yet. Alhamdulillah, the information in the book were easy to digest. Thank you Allah for helping me to understand, increasing my knowledge and hopefully making it beneficial for me.

Abah arrived just after I finished reading and told me that he needed some sleep as he was tired. I needed my dinner for energy supply just in case I will be birthing you that night so I thought OK, I will wake your Abah later. Plus, he said he wanted to join the husband support session at 8.30 pm.

Then I took my bath and performed my prayer. I received a message from Aunty Nuha saying that she was at Aunty Najwa’s room. I decided to go to Aunty Najwa’s room. However, I had already laid down the plastic cover on the floor, prepared your clothes on the bed, put the chux pad and towel at the television rack, just in case.

When I went to Aunty Najwa’s room, she went down to feed Musa. So I chit chatted with Aunty Nuha. She told me to lie down on the bed but the best position was to sit on the chair. We talked mostly about her birthing experience – her position, her support system, the cord cutting, registration, bla bla bla. Every now and then, I experienced very intense surges. When it came, I stopped talking and tried deep breathing. I guess she knew because she kept asking me if I was alright or not. Told her I was OK, but the fact was I already felt the cold sweat and had the urge to go to the toilet. Immediately I knew, I was already in labor.



At 9.45 pm, I had a very very very intense surge that I could not even talked anymore. I told Nuha that I wanted to return to my room to wake Abah up so he could get me something to eat. Yeah, Abah missed the night session because he couldn’t even open his eyes. I reached room 314, tried to wake him up. He didn’t even stir, so I joined him in bed.

10 pm: Another surge came, and that woke me up from my sleep. Felt like needed to do no. 2 (berak) so I went to the toilet. I went there 2 times and the third time I thought, hmm.. if I went there again, I will surely give birth in the toilet.

I squatted a few times and lots of deep breathing. Inhaled until the tummy got bigger and the surges went away. That was my deep birthing method. It worked and it helped me.

The Doula Next Door

10.25 pm: Woke Abah up, told him it’s already time. I BBM-ed Aunty Maria asking her if she could come. I was hoping she hadn’t sleep yet. Couldn’t message Aunty Najwa because she looked tired. Fortunately, Aunty Maria was up.

“Pushing already?” she asked.

“Yes”, I replied.

10.33 pm: She knocked on the door. That was when Abah get out from the bed. Oh Zaynab, he must be too tired that night.

I was sitting on the bed when Aunty Maria came in. Abah was standing in front of the dressing table, looking clueless and blank. Mesti mamai lagi tu. Aunty Maria did some counter pressure and I felt good. She asked me if I wanted to kneel beside the bed. So I did.

birth visualisation

Every time the surges came, I visualized the waves in the ocean. Bringing you nearer to the beach where I was waiting for you there. Every surge was accompanied with deep breathing and I couldn’t be bothered to count to 30. I just imagine that there were some colorful balloons, going up and up and up and up.







I felt Aunty Maria’s hand on my back doing the counter pressure. At one time, she asked me something and she even said, “It’s Ok if you want to scold me.” Funny, but I couldn’t remember why. Of course I did not scold her. Maybe it’s common for some mothers to get annoyed during transition because I’ve read some stories where mommies scolded the husband, or nurses etc.

Baby Catching

Aunty Maria called Abah a few times to come to me so he could catch you when you come out. The third time, then only he came to me. At that time, I already felt the “ring of fire”. I couldn’t describe how it felt. But as the name suggested, I felt hot down there.

Then another surge. With that surge, the waterbag broke.

And another surge. This time I felt that your head was already dropped into the birth canal. I will be meeting you in the next surge.

Then the surge came. This one really felt like “nak terberak” so I pushed. But something stopped me. The thought of tearing. Oppsie.


received

I decided to breathe you out instead of pushing you. Then you slid out, just like that. I didn’t know how was Abah’s face because he was at my back, but I am sure he was feeling surreal. Your birth was the first birth Abah attended. Abah missed the previous 3 labors. And Abah caught you when you came out. Masya Allah. It was 10.50 pm. Well, nobody knew the exact time because everybody was busy.

You were then passed to me and Aunty Maria asked me to sit against the wall.

“Assalamualaikum Zaynab,” Aunty Maria said while passing you to me. We were happy calling you Zaynab, but we had forgotten to check if you were really a girl. LOL.

I tried to breastfeed you so that you could help me with the placenta birth. You refused to breastfeed, Zaynab. Instead, you cried and you were loud for such a small body.

You cried and wailed until Abah Azan at your ears. Then you stopped crying. Subhanallah. But you still refused to be breastfed. Aunty Maria asked me if I felt any contraction but I did not. Soon as I answered, plop, something was out from my body. I asked Aunty Maria to check for me what was it and it was the placenta. Allahu Akbar. Just like what I have always imagined. An easy dry night time birth, and placenta birth a few minutes after that. 10 minutes to be exact.

The placenta was nice and intact. There was not much blood on the plastic sheet. But this one needs to be verified by Aunty Maria as she was the one who did the cleaning. (We owe you BIG TIME, Maria).



Subhanallah, Allahu Akbar. We finally made it, Zaynab. Natural birth, drugs free, Abah was there, Aunty Maria was also there continuously giving support and helping with cleaning (which was one of my biggest worry), you were pink and healthy, I was too.


Then she left. You pooped after that, which was a good sign because if we were in the hospital, you will not be released until you pooped. You also finally breastfeed. Which was good too. I peed and that was also good. No stinging sensation whatsoever meaning there was no tear.


“Tabàrakallazî biyadihil moulkou, wahouwa ‘alà koulli shay-in qadîr”

(Blessed be He who has the Kingdom in His Hand! He has power over all things.)

 I planned for a homebirth, Zaynab. But Allah is the greatest planner. He planned everything wonderfully. Right time, right place with the right people around me.




Fabi’ayyi ‘Ālā’i Rabbikumā Tukadhdhibāni

(Which favour of your Lord will you deny?)








I couldn’t sleep that night but I tried. Abah didn’t sleep too until almost subuh. All of us were filled with joy with your presence, Zaynab.

— Noor Azurah 'Wawa' (Nov 2012)

- Read more beautiful birthing stories at at: http://hypnobirthing.com.my

Saturday, November 8, 2014

Membuat roti rupanya sangat mudah!

Saya sempat menghadiri kelas membuat roti di Merlimau baru-baru ini. Saya memang jenis yang kena berguru, baru berjaya. :)

Resepi saya tidak kongsikan secara public ya. Belum minta izin guru. Tapi saya boleh kongsi secara personal, insya Allah.

Garlic bread dan Roti Perancis

Sebenarnya mahu buat roti kentang, namun terlupa pula nak labelkan jadi sudah terletak hiasan roti sarang lebah pula.

Daripada resepi sweetbun boleh diolah menjadi pelbagai roti, seperti roti kacang merah, roti berisi kaya dan sebagainya

Roti marble loaf, masya Allah sedap sungguh teringat-ingat pula waktu ini

Sos butterscotch untuk dicicah bersama roti sarang lebah. Boleh diguna juga untuk buat kek coklat disalut butterscotch.

Namanya roti hitam putih. Yang putih berinti cheese cream, yang coklat pastilah diisi coklat

Kekacang untuk hiasan.

Roti budak sekolah dan budak kilang, Allahu Akbar mudah banget membuatnya.

Roti paling popular sekarang, roti sarang lebah. Amboi jika dijual boleh mencapai harga RM8 untuk sebesar ini. Walhal membuatnya mudah sahaja. Apapun, belanja bahan dan teknik buat roti gebu yang mahal.

Roti sosej ini Sawda, anak saya yang berusia 6 tahun yang membuatnya (kecuali meletak mayonis dan sos diatas tu)

Roti boy. Jika dibakar, aduh harum seluruh rumah.

Cara menimbang bahan, asingkan bahan basah dan bahan kering. Semasa mencampur dan menguli, masukkan bahan basah kemudian baru masukkan garam.

Muka puas hati dapat belajar membuat roti.

Antara teknik menghias roti

Rehatkan roti dan tunggu naik sebelum membakar

Roti ini sedap dimakan begitu saja, err, iklan roti lain tu