Love? or Murder in the Making?

I was planning to properly arranged our family photos when I came across these few of Danish & Hakim. Though I can still recall when Danish asked me to throw Hakim away the first day we brought him back from hospital, I didn't realised he has all intention of "getting rid" of his little brother. Well, these photos sure have some tales to tell. Hehehe...(:-D)

Maybe seen like : One.... two... push!
Actually : You OK? Careful there...

Maybe seen like : A bit harder and he'll be gone. Opps, Granny's here!
Actually : Goodness me! How heavy can he be...!

Maybe seen like : Now? Should I just...
Actually : Hakim,... don't cry. We'll ask Baba to get a new rod for you, OK?

Maybe seen like : Hmm... This is easy. Once I got him down....
Actually : (Well,.. I can't remember everything, can I?)

Old Photos Found.....

I just came back from visiting my Mom. When we reached there this morning we were wondering what my brother was doing. He was sitting, bending, concentrating on something, oblivious to his surrounding. As we came closer, then we realized he was actually concentrating on taking a shot from an old photograph. It was a photo of our family (without me, of course - as I have yet to "arrive" in this world. Not to be outdone, my husband quickly took his camera and did the same. So, this is the photo which both of them managed to "reproduced". Of my sister Kamariah (the eldest), my brother Zaid (seated - the 3rd child) and my brother Azman (2nd child) with Mum & Dad.

My niece who came out after realizing that we have arrived explained to us - "I spent the night here so, this morning I decided to go through the old photos. Come! Look at what I found." And I excitedly followed her. And I managed to get these two photos. The one here was taken when I was around 5 year old. My Dad sent this photo to my sister. At that time, she was studying in the University of Taipei, Taiwan. Reason being, she sent me the dress which I was proudly wearing.




This one here is of me and my Uncle - We fondly called him Mamak Anong (his name - Mohd Noor). He is my Mum's youngest sibling. A nice fun-loving guy but he passed away some time in 1980? or 81? I can't remember exactly neither can my Mum. The last time I met him was when we visited him at Bukit Rambai Police Station in Malacca - he was a policeman. That was the time when he asked me if I wanted to see him shoot. I said yes and he took out his pistol from his pocket and shoot to the air. Goodness me! I almost dropped to the ground! At 8, I did not expect that it is so loud and there & then I promised myself that I will not get into any trouble just in case the police has to shoot me - I'm so... scared and he had to spend the whole evening cheering me up and apologizing. He didn't realized that I was so shaken by the experience. And I recalled that I felt so betrayed. Why? Because he is one of my favourite Uncles and how could he did that to me? I was quite sad. But, looking at how he tried to console me, I decided to like him again the next day. Hmmm... now I realised .. it doesn't take that much to cheer me up! (:-D)