Sometimes I wish people have the decency to redirect, pronto, correctly addressed mail that have been mistakenly placed in their letter boxes.
In the first instance, let's not put the blame squarely on the shoulders of the postal folks. They deliver millions of letters daily; one or two are bound to go astray. We have a civic duty to do what's right, under the circumstances.
It doesn't take much, just a brief walk to the public letterbox down the road or, if there isn't any, take it to the office and ask the office boy or Girl Friday to help. If you can't even manage that, then you truly lack what matters.
This morning someone slipped a wedding invitation (correctly addressed to me but delivered elsewhere obviously) under my door. It was mailed in Shah Alam on the 29th of March, for a wedding on the 9th of April.
I have this sneaky feeling the card was inadvertently dropped into someone else's mailbox at this condo, and never made it to my door until today. Needless to say, the family missed the event.
To my cousin Sheikh Mazlan and wife Rubiah, we truly regret our absence at the double wedding of your sons (and our nephews) Ameer and Shaheer. Rest assured it was not intentional.
They are leaving us, one by one. And soon, it will be our turn, for, there is nothing more certain than death. My beloved aunt, Hajjah Puteri Halimah Megat Khas, younger sister of my late father, passed away peacefully yesterday.
I loved 'Nda Mah with all my heart; she was kindness personified. Her first offspring, Mustafa, is the eldest of all of Tok Megat Khas's grandchildren, while my brother Yusof comes a close second.
May Allah Subhanahu Wata'ala forgive all her transgressions and place her soul in the company of the blessed. Amin.
Bon Voyage, Mamasita!
Caught up with newly-single blogger Nurulhuda (aka Mamasita) this morning at her sister's house in Taman Tun Dr Ismail. I was there to bid her adieu; Huda was leaving for umrah in the afternoon.
Although she was her usual bubbly, 'colgate-smile' self, I could discern a tinge of sadness in her laughter.
By the time this piece of mine gets written, Huda would have arrived in Makkah or Madinah, and if it was the former, in all probability she would have completed her 'Tawaf Qudum" (welcome tawaf) by now.
To my dear Huda, may you find the peace of mind that you seek, in the shadows of Baitullah, and may Allah Subhanahu Wata'ala bless every step that you take in the Holy Land...