Ever since the 12th General Election, Malaysia's been abuzz about blogging. Yes, the general Malaysian public, for a long time before that, already knew about blog and blogging and bloggers. We are one of the countries that have celebrated bloggers aplenty. But the 12th General Election, now that was the showdown that proves the power of blogging.
This alternative media, as it is dubbed by the Alternative Front (pardon the feigned-ignorance, they'll always be Alternative Front for me, not Pakatan Rakyat), is found to be the number one outlet for true newsreporting and stories. The cumbersome conservative media, i.e. the government controlled television and radio networks, are simply works of the devils and aren't supposed to be trusted.
Now, they preach about freedom of speech, freedom of expression, the right to know et cetera. All these terms seemed enticing to the hungry public. Truth be told, if you look at human nature, they are not interested in the truth. They feed on sensationalism and that was all that those blogs provide.
Okay, so they may write truths here and there. They may have valid points. The government is not flawless, even I am not that idealistic. But, the point is, they (as in the alternative bloggers) are running amuck, saying that the conservative media are not being fair to their side. Well, are you being fair to both sides?
They probably will argue that since the government has the conservative media, let them run wild with their alternative one. Well, that just shows A LOT more about them than their audience should know. (However, I highly doubt their enraptured audience would give one lick about that).
Oh no, no, no, don't worry, this will not be another political blog. My political point of view is too idealistic and simplistic and naive, things that just don't go well with politics. This blog will actually be about two kids and their everyday (okay, maybe not so everyday) adventures. You'd be surprised on how much fun these two can have on any given day. And how much of a headache, backache, stomachache they give their mother.
It's gonna be fun, fo sho!
Okay, so Umar has been crying his lungs out for days on end. Mama and Papa just put it down to him being colicky, but Atuk suggested we take Umar to an Ustaz. Mama was like, *gulp*, is it that serious? I thought it was just normal infant being infant things, not something like that. But I thought, what the hey. If it's nothing, then I'll just ask the Ustaz to pray for Umar's health and wellbeing.
So, this morning, off we went to the Ustaz's office in Gombak Setia. The office was supposed to open at 9am. We were there at 9.05am. Nobody was there, except for this one kakak, who was also waiting for the office to open. After waiting for a bit more, the office opened.
Umar, who was asleep the whole waiting period, and Mama who held him, were told to wait in the car by Atuk. Atuk went in, registered and waited for our turn. When it was the number before our turn, Atuk came and fetched us into the office. We waited some more, and that was when dearest Umar decided he wanted to clear his lungs, in the middle of the Ustaz's office, for everybody to hear and enjoy.
He cried his littlest eyes out, screaming, arms stretching for quite a while. Mama cooed, Mama gave him his bottle, Mama sang, to no avail. He was bent on screaming. Mama's shoulder almost gave up on her, but Umar didn't care. He just wasn't about to stop his wailing for whatever reason there is.
Anyways, not long after that, our turn came. So off we went to see the Ustaz, who recited some doas for Umar. The Ustaz even answered a phone call in between the doas, *sigh*, and he continued with the doa without missing a beat after finishing the call. He gave us the 2 bottles of water, for Umar to drink and to use in his bath.
That was one of Umar's earliest adventure. He had other adventures of course, his birth, first trip to the doctor, a lot of firsts since he's only about 2 months old. And usually, Mama is the one who's experiencing the adventure along with him. Yep, who dares nothing, need hope for nothing.
The fearless mother,
Mama.
