That's mom. She's gorgeous, isn't she? I haven't done a post about her. Well no, it is not Mother's day. I went through photos of her and decided to tell you a bit about my dearest mom, Hamidah Hj Kiplawi.
*feeling a bit sad and trying to hold back tears* i think that's why i haven't blog about her...
She is a cool mom. The only thing she nagged about was when we didn't help her enough with the housework. I don't really remember she ever got all stressed out about our studies or social life. Well, it was school social life... Nae, she never poked her nose into our life. All she did was be home, do the household chores, cook & clean for us and we would go with her to visit her parents at kampung during weekends. A very basic stay at home mom.
Sister Siti said my cooking is similar to my mom's, which is a great compliment to me because I love my mom's cooking. When we were still celebrating Hari Raya together, I remember she would cook on the Raya eve till late at night. I specially love her daging masak hitam :)
Our journeys to nenek's house at Kampung Surabaya, Kuching would have to go through fun sampan rides. I've not been in one for years, over a decade actually. Would love to bring my children ride on one of the sampans but to be honest, I'm scared for their safety. I know it'd be exciting for them.
My parents were divorced when I was sixteen, little sister Siti was only 10 then. She became my dad's 'handbag'. She would follow dad to the office every day because there was nobody at home to look after her. My twin sis Ina and I were in school. Everyday when we arrived home from school, no lunch would wait for us. After the divorce, mom moved to her parents' in kampung. Classmate Zalina sometimes had few packets of nasi lemak prepared by her mom to sell at school and I always reserved one for myself. That would be my breakfast cum lunch.
I have to say, after the divorce, it was quite peaceful. Not that I enjoyed being away from my mom.. It was worse for her, being away from us specially Siti. Siti is her darling angel. Of course they didn't just divorce without any signs of differences between them. Hated it when they argued. Mom would cry and that truly was heartbreaking to watch. It drove mom into depression. The 3 of us stayed with dad as he was the one we relied on driving us to school and fed us.
Mom with sister Siti
My grandparents were old. My not-too-well mom had to look after them. And her siblings didn't offer much help to ease her pain and depressions, only 3 particular aunties were there for my mom whenever she needed moral supports. But mom being a very soft hearted person forgives her siblings' cruelness. They visit her now and take her out to family gatherings sometimes.
It was so hard for her. Away from her children, had to look after her ageing parents which she never complains, being on medications for her depression and had to bear with her ungrateful siblings. They were afraid that mom was going to inherit whatever that belonged to my grandparents. Then Ina 'took' her away from there, when my dear grandparents had passed on (may Allah bless their souls, InsyaAllah). Thank you Ina for looking after mom :')
Ina, Mom & Siti
Mom with nephew Hakim
Mom is much happier now and never remarries. She's staying with my single sister Ina and helps look after her son, Hakim. Funny though, this is the first time she had to care for a 'son' because she only have 3 daughters. She would sometimes complains of being not well, old age I guess but overall, she's healthy alhamdulillah.
With my parents in Kanowit
Dad was a government servant and was posted in Kanowit since I was 2 months old. We transfered back to Kuching when I was 5. Mom told me I spoke no Malay! And never had ice cream or sweets! I guess that's where I got my good teeth.. hee hee..
Ina & I played with friends from rumah panjang, which was very near to our house. Being around Iban kids had us conversed in Iban.. I don't remember that. And I don't speak the language anymore, what a waste! I understand just a bit, from colleagues whom are Ibans. I also admire the Bidayuh dialect... so unique and totally different from the Malay's.
This photo was taken on her wedding day, I think she was about 20 years old. This was a happy time for my mom, I'm sure. So pretty my mom :) They say I look like my mom and Ina looks like my dad. Haha!! Does not mean I'm saying I'm pretty like my mom aehh!! She is much prettier, with the most beautiful soul and kind heart. She is a very strong individual.