These past few days have been emotional, to say the least..
Our Company President arrived in Khartoum for a one day visit. He came on Saturday evening and was off on Sunday.
He had a string of meetings, of course, with some key officials in the Sudan Government, and in between, I was fortunate enough to spend some time with him.. during dinner and while we're walking together to the Office.
Say what you want, but I think he does have the traits of a good leader. He is well-read, brilliant and very respectful. He knows his manners. Never once did he speak to me in a condescending manner. And I was impressed.
He kept his cool and still managed a smile, despite not having achieved what he wanted from this visit. And once again, I was in awe of his leadership. A good leader inspires. And one can't help but feel that he should be respected.
Unlike this one person yang I kenal kat sini. I mean, "Kenal".. we're not exactly friends. Her husband and I are colleagues.. and that's it. Well, in her group whatsapp conversation semalam, she called me "kak oi".
Trust me, I wasn't amused. Firstly, I have a name. And a beautiful one at that. My name, in Arabic, refers to a woman who dies because of Allah. My other name is a combination of both my parents' names.. so yes, I am very proud of my name. I am definitely not "oi".
Of course, if we are friends, it's a different thing.. Close friends can call me anything they want... because we are familiar with each other. So we are more playful with each other.
But you don't call me "oi" when you don't even know 10% of me. Biadap, I say. Buat malu bangsa je. Buat malu agama jugak. Bertudung litup, tapi tak tahu adab. Mind you, I am older than her. Didn't Islam teach you that the elders should always be respected? And to think I called you "Madam" in my earlier message to you. Even if you don't feel the need to respect my "position" in the Company, shouldn't you at least respect me as being older than you? Bleurgh.
Well anyway... yes.. good manners is important. Being humble is also another important virtue. Gaji banyak kalau tak humble pun, tak guna jugak. But I've met so many rich people tapi humble. These are people yang sedar, apa yang dimiliki sekarang hanya sementara. Rezeki itu datang dari Allah. He can give.. but He can also take it back, any time.
Tu sebab Islam suruh kita banyak bersyukur. Banyak bersedekah. Be nice to others. You just don't know who will be praying for you. You smile to someone and make the person happy, and he or she might just keep you in his or her prayers.
Sigh. A reminder for myself. I hope I will have sensible friends who will knock my head when I am rude. Or when I forget about the blessings that have been bestowed upon me.
Anyway... the President came and left.. and in the past three days alone, 2 staff left Khartoum permanently.. I mean, they have been transferred back to Kuala Lumpur.
That got me thinking. I know I will someday leave Khartoum.. but will I cry? I know that every time I have booked my flight back to Malaysia (for cuti or kerja), I would be jumping with joy. In fact, days before the trip, I would already have told every one happily that I will be going home. Dah menghitung hari, so to speak.
And on the said day, I would be looking forward to the van ride to take me to the airport.
But in all honesty, I will break down if I were to sit in the van for the last time. As I look back at our apartment.. the things that we have done.. sigh.. don't know how that would feel.. Mesti mixed feelings kan..
On one hand, you so can't wait to go back to your own country.. but on the other hand, you will be leaving behind all those wonderful people.. especially the Sudanese! The friendly drivers... the staff.. etc. Heck, I will also miss the waiters at our usual restaurants at Ozone, Spectra etc..
Yeah.. I will miss all these.. the friends I've made.. the meals we've had.. the movie nights... damn.. I have good quality life in Khartoum.. I'm blessed..
Such is life.. bertemu dan berpisah adat manusia biasa kan...
Our Company President arrived in Khartoum for a one day visit. He came on Saturday evening and was off on Sunday.
He had a string of meetings, of course, with some key officials in the Sudan Government, and in between, I was fortunate enough to spend some time with him.. during dinner and while we're walking together to the Office.
Say what you want, but I think he does have the traits of a good leader. He is well-read, brilliant and very respectful. He knows his manners. Never once did he speak to me in a condescending manner. And I was impressed.
He kept his cool and still managed a smile, despite not having achieved what he wanted from this visit. And once again, I was in awe of his leadership. A good leader inspires. And one can't help but feel that he should be respected.
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| Kannnn? |
Trust me, I wasn't amused. Firstly, I have a name. And a beautiful one at that. My name, in Arabic, refers to a woman who dies because of Allah. My other name is a combination of both my parents' names.. so yes, I am very proud of my name. I am definitely not "oi".
Of course, if we are friends, it's a different thing.. Close friends can call me anything they want... because we are familiar with each other. So we are more playful with each other.
But you don't call me "oi" when you don't even know 10% of me. Biadap, I say. Buat malu bangsa je. Buat malu agama jugak. Bertudung litup, tapi tak tahu adab. Mind you, I am older than her. Didn't Islam teach you that the elders should always be respected? And to think I called you "Madam" in my earlier message to you. Even if you don't feel the need to respect my "position" in the Company, shouldn't you at least respect me as being older than you? Bleurgh.
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| Mantra to keep me sane |
Well anyway... yes.. good manners is important. Being humble is also another important virtue. Gaji banyak kalau tak humble pun, tak guna jugak. But I've met so many rich people tapi humble. These are people yang sedar, apa yang dimiliki sekarang hanya sementara. Rezeki itu datang dari Allah. He can give.. but He can also take it back, any time.
Tu sebab Islam suruh kita banyak bersyukur. Banyak bersedekah. Be nice to others. You just don't know who will be praying for you. You smile to someone and make the person happy, and he or she might just keep you in his or her prayers.
Sigh. A reminder for myself. I hope I will have sensible friends who will knock my head when I am rude. Or when I forget about the blessings that have been bestowed upon me.
Anyway... the President came and left.. and in the past three days alone, 2 staff left Khartoum permanently.. I mean, they have been transferred back to Kuala Lumpur.
That got me thinking. I know I will someday leave Khartoum.. but will I cry? I know that every time I have booked my flight back to Malaysia (for cuti or kerja), I would be jumping with joy. In fact, days before the trip, I would already have told every one happily that I will be going home. Dah menghitung hari, so to speak.
And on the said day, I would be looking forward to the van ride to take me to the airport.
But in all honesty, I will break down if I were to sit in the van for the last time. As I look back at our apartment.. the things that we have done.. sigh.. don't know how that would feel.. Mesti mixed feelings kan..
On one hand, you so can't wait to go back to your own country.. but on the other hand, you will be leaving behind all those wonderful people.. especially the Sudanese! The friendly drivers... the staff.. etc. Heck, I will also miss the waiters at our usual restaurants at Ozone, Spectra etc..
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| Cantik.. |
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| Office and home is just a few steps away |
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| We visited Idham at the hospy.. now that's an experience.. :) |
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| All my bags are packed, ready to go.. |
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| We will miss you Kak Mas.. |
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