Alhamdullillah-i am ok-boleh kayuh today

This morning i sms to my PERs member Muhaimy that i could not make it for the Sunday PMR.
Somehow, after that i took a quick shower and dressed up to try and test whether i can cycle around the house.
Well that short ride took me about 25 km and i managed to cycle with my wife to Pullman Hotel near PICC.
That was also her first ride on the hybrid Proton T-Sprint R specially assembled for her..
After her 25 km she told me that the bike is really light and it was not tiring.
That means she can accompany me next Sunday on my ride along the padi fields of Tanjung Karang Kuala Selangor with my Putrajaya E Riders gang...
Alhamdullillah, my immobility was short lived.
The pain is still there and my movement is restricted, but at least it is not the real slip disc.
The short immobility taught me a few valuable lessons and the 48 hours that i was lying flat on my back was a blessing from Allah the Almighty that anything can happen at the split of a second.
Life is too short to take for granted.
My experience in immobility is only a tiny weeny fraction of those who have endured worst.
They have undergone more...
The next time i see someone immobile, i will at least react differently...

No Cycling-for the moment

Last Wednesday, i did a stupid thing.
Lifted a cement block,the one used to cover the drain, and sprained/strained my lower back.
Am now partially bedridden/house ridden.
Can walk slowly though.
Hopefully it is not split disc but muscle sprained.
If it gets worst by tomorrow, then i have to go and get expert help...hospital.
No cycling....

Alhamdullillah-She's back on the move

Alhamdullillah, my life's routine is returning to normal.
After nearly a year of readjusting, my wife is on the move again.
She joins me on the weekends on my rides in Putrajaya together with my Putrajaya Easy Riders....and she does it admirably...coping with the 20 over kms travelled...no cramps..thus far...
She is also attending public functions such as weddings and gatherings...
She even went to see Upin and Ipin at the Putrajaya Cineplex...her first movie show after nearly 20 over years..since we got married to be exact...
She is keen to get a road bike so that she can cycle longer distance...and also because it is lighter....
I have to get one assemble soon, maybe not exactly a road bike but a tourer bike with road bike frame...

Alhamdullillah-she's cycling again

Cycling again after a long break

Sunday PMR was historic for me.

What was supposed to be a short ride round the block turned out otherwise.
My wife managed to cycle 25 km after laying off cycling for about a year due to her Big C and subsequent treatments.

Alhamdullillah, she is on the road back to normality.
Luckily i had Dr Tengku Mohamed and family accompanying us, and that i think made the difference...
And she did not show any sign of fatigue after the ride and even managed to go out shopping after that.
We even had guest at night and she only managed to get into bed at midnight.

I thank Allah Almighty that my life's routine is coming back to normal.
She even hinted that she might even ride together with my PERs gang together with her oncologist Prof Fuad.

Well she is one determined lady.

Putrajaya-A Resort Of It's Own

Since the Chinese New Year holidays is over an extended weekend, many will drive out for a short holiday.
Thought of doing just that, but on second thought, decided to spend my holidays,at home.
Why not, because where i stay, it is a resort of it's own.
I can cycle to my heart's content and enjoy the nice and beautiful landscaped sceneries, without spending an extra sen.
I can picnic by the gardens and lakes.
I can utilise the various water sports facilities.
I can watch wild migratory birds just out of my house window.
I can watch bus loads of tourists at the Boulevard.
I can rest in the quiet and peacefull surrounding.
So why must i forfeit all these, after paying so much to stay in Putrajaya!!

Obama-Inspired and Perspired

Time now is just a few minutes to 0800 in Malaysia and 13 hours earlier in Washington.
CNN is still live on the Inauguration of the 44th President of USA.(44 is not a good number for the Chinese, so i was told).
I stayed up till after his speech till about 0100 this morning with my cycling buddy Won.
Incidentally Won came earlier to leave his Bianchi bike for my safe keeping during the Chinese New Year Holidays.
Together we watched Obama taking the oath (where both he and the CJ fumbled with their words)and later delivered his much anticipated speech.
I cannot remember verbatim what he said, but i can understand fully what he delivered.
I am sure his speech will be an Inspirations to many as the day goes on.
What attracts me is his brave words when he reaffirmed his pledge that "as much as the challenge ahead is daunting, the challenges will be met head on"

"When the going gets tough the tough gets going, but when the going gets tougher, only the tougher ones gets going"(This is my version of the quotation)

My hope is that as much as he has inspired many, i am sure he will perspire in future months to keep the inspirations alive.

As a Muslim, i am a bit sentimental that an American President has a Muslim name....
Barack Hussein Obama, where Barack is Barakah or Berkat which means Blessed.

Blessed are those who belief in HIM.
Alhamdulillah and God Bless,
HE knows best.

Even though Obama's father came to the US not as a slave but as a student, we must remember that the racial prejudice during that time was still strong.
Inter racial marriages too was frowned upon then
More so that he was not even an American, but from a third world country, Kenya.

Indeed if Obama is tough, i am sure that his father and mother was tougher.
They survived a much tougher time then.
And the tougher one is definitely his mother, who survived just so that his son survive.
She braves the odd just so that his son survive.

I simply can't visualise the prejudices and challenges that she had to go through.
I could not imagine how his mother's mother(grandma)felt then, when the daughter married a black foreigner from a foreign third world country).
I cannot imagine how she felt again when her daughter married another third world foreigner from Indonesia!!!


For how much we erred, they have never erred in their prayers for us.
We are blessed because they blessed us.
As much as his book is titled 'Dreams from my father' it was the Mother that kept and ensured that the dream was achieved.

GOD BLESS OUR MOTHERS

Azudin O Fuad