Redha

Yesterday, I read a post about Redha. This guy lost his job and started doing  Grab and other minor work (if I'm not mistaken) just to earn a living. And one day, after Subuh prayer, he sat down and said "Ya Allah, jika ini ketentuanMu, aku redha" and right after that, he received a request for a trip to the airport (high Grab earnings, yay!), and soon after his days were filled with 20-30 requests - he earned more with Grab now than he did with his previous job. That's beautiful, I thought. It really was. And I'm happy for him, of course, but I don't think I've ever thought about redha and how I see my life.

Haze? Doesn't affect me as much as I'm normally indoors. Getting told off? Well, that's normal coz I like doing things my way. I don't think I've ever felt complete acceptance of what's happening in my life - because I don't really think much of it.

But this morning has been a real test to me. I don't always cook for my mum's and my brother and sister's lunchbox but when I do, the dishes I cook normally taste great. (Confidence is a must!)

But this morning, I don't know what to say. It was all going fine until the last part of cooking Nasi Goreng. This salty sour sauce (which I didn't realise was not closed properly) spilled on my cooking. I was enraged! My Nasi Goreng! It's gonna taste badddd! I managed to keep my cool at that time. I told myself, this was a test of Redha. It really was. So I cooked a separate batch just to cover the flavour but it  wasn't enough - and so I went ahead to get 3 eggs to add to the dish and guess what? One of them fell on the floor and cracked. I tried to keep my cool, I really tried. I said to myself "Redha, Bihah, Redha". But I lost it. I actually cried over that cracked egg. Seems so simple but I cried!

My youngest brother, who was the only one downstairs, sitting on the couch at the front actually asked "Kaklang, kenapa kaklang?" "Kaklang, kenapa kaklang?" I couldn't even respond coz it just seemed so silly. But I really believe it was a test of redha and I failed it - miserably. I was even sobbing while cleaning up the cracked egg on the floor and thinking to myself how I couldn't even pass that simple test.

I have a degree in Finance, and a business to run and yet this morning, I felt worthless, useless and any kind of 'less you can think of - Over a cracked egg. How redha do you think I was?

Maybe, Redha is not as simple as we think. It's not as simple as saying "wow, that's beautiful" when you read other people's post and hope that you'll get to experience that kind of feeling. Coz I was given the opportunity to have that feeling - but I failed - miserably.

Hopefully, I'll be able to get this feeling of redha soon - no matter how many eggs I crack or how many cookings go wrong. Hopefully. Pray for me.

In case you're wondering - the Nasi Goreng turned out fine (I think, from what my brother said) - pic below

Ps: I've just realised how long of a post I've written and I don't feel like reading and checking my writing right now. So yeah, if you see any mistakes grammatically or spellings - feel free to let me know. In any case, that's one thing I redha - my mistakes on my own post 😂

Pss: I watched One Piece : Stampede yesterday - it was amazing!

No One Can Do Your Push-Ups for You

So, I found a new book. Not very new actually - my dad bought it years ago. Just thought I'd have a read through, since my supervisor from Etiqa Takaful in my Intern days recommended the book as well. How to Get from Where You Are to Where You Want to Be, written by Jack Canfield. 

Quote by Jim Rohn, shared by Jack Canfield in his book
How to Get from Where You Are to Where You Want to Be

I've not read the whole book yet, but that quote he shared was deep. So deep it hurts! As you all know, I'm working on losing weight, and working hard to realize my travelling dreams for next year and the years to come. The problem is, I've never actually stuck with my plans. 

"That Milo is too tempting!" 

"But chocolate's my favourite!"

"But that bag's so cute!"

And then it hit me. I've not taken any serious steps to burn those fat, or save my money! 😱     

That's it! On to the treadmill!

P/s: Any ideas on how I can lose 20kg in 3 months? and maybe making money whilst travelling? 

Our "Secukup Rasa" "Agak-agak" "Campak-Campak"

Last weekend, my mum cooked Nasi Daging following my dad's request for one. It was good - nothing short of perfection (Mama, nak duit raya).

What really was interesting was how us as Malaysians have this secukup rasa kind of measurement. So, there I was trynna be some help to my mum (just a bit) and she asked me to make this air asam. So I googled the recipe, and guess what I found?

How many each? Campak-campak je

Yes, these were the exact ingredient the site listed out. No unit of measurement whatsoever. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to attack this site. I just think this goes to show why Malaysian dishes can be very unique.

I for one, can never replicate my mum's dishes. Why? Coz we play agak-agak, campak-campak in our cooking. Hence why my cute little brother likes to complain about my cooking. "It's good, but it's not as good as mum's". That ungrateful brat.

Did you know that Gordon Ramsay himself was taught this while learning how to cook Rendang? Right here in Malaysia! Watch down below:


Oh, before I go. Here's one piece of advice, if you want someone else to cook for you - make sure he/she is in a good mood. Otherwise, you'll taste the horror in their cooking (in exceptions to mums' of course).

Cheers,
Nabihah