My little Fakhri

My little boy, Fakhri turns four this year. He is still on pampers when is at home but if he goes to TASKA, he is being trained by teachers for potty training. I called him my PhD baby, as one month before I submitted my PhD thesis, I found myself pregnant. I hope by the end of this year, he is no longer using pampers and he can speak better, no "pelat". Some people might make fun of him due to his slang, I don't mind, but I believe, there is always better way how to communicate your concern about his slang. I guess a kid like him also does not like to be condemned in the crowds. May Allah guide these type of people whom I encountered when they know that Fakhri still does not speak properly. " Oh My English"! Alhamdulillah, I went through the morning sickness until the day I delivered him. I understand it is not easy to become a mama. The first hurdle is to control your morning sickness, I guess mine is not morning only, it is all day- regardless night or day. That's why there is a Malay proverb saying " syurga di bawah telapak kaki ibu", blessings and doa from our own mother will always be the main motivation in charting our daily life. My doa to my mama and Baba, for all their sacrifice, may Allah reward them Jannatunaim and health in life. Amin Ya Allah.