The end of August

The holy month is almost over and I've yet to publish any posts. Well, what's new?

Today is the country's 53rd year celebrating independence. So again, I attempted to educate the children with some stories of the past; stories I heard from my father and also from my history teachers. I think the children find it rather difficult to imagine what it meant to be colonized by others. Thus I had to emphasize (and exaggerate) how difficult life was back then. Food was scarce and everything was restricted.

We sang patriotic songs and I googled images of all our Prime Ministers, as well as pictures of Malaysia in the past. Malaysia has indeed progressed and transformed into a developing country, Alhamdulillah... From the black and white photos, we could see that Kuala Lumpur didn't use to have majestic sky-scrapers like today. The ever-famous moment of Tunku Abdul Rahman declaring the nation's independence at the National Stadium perhaps assisted them to understand a little bit more about independence.  In fact,the video was repeated numerous times after I told them to look out for their grandfather who was at the stadium at that time!





31st of August often evokes memories of the past.  Ironically, this year it coincides with Ramadhan, which is also a month I often find myself very sentimental.  It'll soon be three years but my heart is still sore.  I have learnt a lot for the past three years and the children have grown so much within this short period of time.  They have changed physically, mentally and spiritually.  And I sure hope it is all for the better.

Yes, there will be many more mountains to climb and many more rivers to cross.  As the years pass by, marked by various occasions, I will still march on whilst holding on tight to my children's hands.