Prayer Room

After more than six years here, and I don’t remember how many times I have frequented the international airport, it was such a blessing to now discover that they have made available a prayer room for the Muslims.

The room was very small but, Alhamdulillah, for the authority to take this into consideration is a real blessing from Allah the Almighty.

I had the opportunity to use this room recently, Alhamdulillah.

Khoo Teck Puat Hospital

Bitter Gourd

Since being diagnosed with Barrett’s esophagus, I have since added bitter gourd in my diet. The bitter gourd that are being sold here for some reasons are terribly bitter, not quite the same taste as those back home. But it does not matter; I’m still consuming it for the following reasons:

-   It is scientifically proven that bitter gourd can lower blood glucose level.

-   Bitter gourd prevents diabetic complications.

-   Bitter gourd can prevent CANCER CELLS from multiplying.

-   The antioxidants in bitter gourd can help flush out your system, hence improves the metabolism and digestive systems and helping in weight lost.

-   Bitter gourd is very good for the heart it helps to reduce the bad cholesterol levels which clog the arterial walls.

I Love Jah!!!!

I saw Jah a couple of times before I actually met her in person. She’s a very caring person, who will walked an extra mile just to make sure that I got on the right bus and tram to get home from the mosque. Along the way, we joke about life here and our likes and dislikes, mostly it is the silly talks that keep the bond stronger between us. No, we did not call each other and burnt the telephone lines, we are not that kind of friends, but we enjoy each other’s company when we have the time to meet. Jah showed me many parts of the city that I have no clue existed, and many other interesting places that she promised to explore with me. She is one hell of a cook too, and she made the best ‘curry puff pusing’ ever, and ‘kuih bakar’ and ‘pandan chiffon’.

I love you Jah and may Allah Almighty bless our friendship.

Durian (The King of Fruits) After Almost Six Years

Most part of yesterday was a horrible day for me. It all started by the sudden dropped in temperature, and I have to dress heavy just to go and run some errands. Having said that, I dragged myself out of the house, checking the mirror like a million time, to make sure that my head cover was well done so that it will not be blown in the wind.

Caught the bus in time……. hooray. At the train station, I went to the ticket machine to get the monthly ticket; there was no queue, happy. After selecting the required ticket, put in my ATM card to pay, every word that came out was strange, tried a couple more time, and then realized that the queue was building up behind me. Like a good citizen, I left but fuming with madness because I could not get a ticket.

While walking out from the station I spotted two Wiener Lines worker and told them about the problem that I was facing at the ticket machine. They just brushed me off and told me to go to the next station. Duuuuhhhhhh……………… of course, but I need a ticket to board the train, or maybe they were expecting me to walk to the next station. Forget it!!!!

Then I also discovered that I have forgotten to bring along my prescription for medication, which I was desperately in need of supply. Anger building up again because of my own stupidity, being angry is not good for me. Therefore, I inhaled and walked to the nearest Asian shop and yes, for the very first time in 6 years here bought me a box of frozen ‘Durian’ (the king of fruits).

Anyways, the horrible story of the day does not stop with me trying to make myself happy with the Durian, continuation in my next entry.