Colours of the Wind

This is my eldest son, Ubaidullah. he was born in Bradford, United kingdom, when i did my master degree. Sometimes I call him abang. He is now 14 and dah jaga sembahyang. Lega rasa hati......anyway kadang tu nak kena ingat selalu baca buku. There 3 things that i always remind my children....1. brush your teeth......2. Have you prayed.....and finally have you finished your school works.

This is Safwan Bukhari, my second son....keje dia tiap-tiap hari layar buruk.......kadang tu memang kelakar....ade aje idea dia........He is little bit dark. He said he dislike his second name because his friends always teast him ' Chef Wan masak kari'.When he was small, he always asked me and my wife why? It was not easy to explain.......Now he can accept the fact that he is hitam-hitam sitampok manggis...........and i really miss him

This is Nisabalqis my first daughter. She is 11 and I love her so much. I always said to her 'nasibungkus' and she will get annoy. Bab makan memang suka komplen. She was born at Subang Jaya Medical centre together with his brother Safwan.

This is muhammad Nur Hadi. Hadi tu sempena my best friend's name. He is 10 and fragile. Kalau buat homework ke ape ke memang lambat....terkemut-kemut......kadang tu letih menunggu. But dia banyak ikut peribadi i waktu kecil-kecil. Suka pada burung, animals, fish and benda yang pelik-pelik. At one time i belikan sangkar burung about 400 ringgit untuk dia. Finally i dengan wife yang terpaksa jaga plak. After I left for Copenhagen...semua burung- burung dah mati, tinggal sangkar aje.

This is the 5th, Nur Shamim Alia......I selalu kata kat dia ais krim magnolia tak laku balik India. Masa my wife bersalin dia, memang tak ada rambut. bila dah besar baru nampak rambut...tapi warna perang skit......kat sekolah cikgu cakap parents dye rambut....pening nak expalin kat depa. Pasal sekolah rajin and perfectionist skit...........yang tak tahan sebab selalu nangis bila nak ke sekolah sebab kakak dan babg abang selalu menyakat.

This is my number 6th. I call him 'Lash', but his real name is Nur Ikhlas umar Abdul Aziz. Masa pergi pejabat pendaftaran, registrar tu kata nanti nak buat ic tak muat nak isi. I kata tak pa awak tulis saja. Semua orang tegur nama dia yang special tu. Tapi dah suka sangat nama tu, i bubuh jugak......Sorrylah Lash kalau terpaksa ambil masa nak isi borang........Sekarang dah hantar kumon belajar maths. Dia bulan sembilan ni baru 4 tahun.

This is my youngest......Safiya Nur Syahadah.......she is two years old. Sekarang dah pandai cakap. Tapi kalau lepa saja, dia akan pegi tangkap ikan di kolam teratai. Sekarang dok siapkan baju smocking untuk dia. Kalau i balik mesia memang sdia suspicious aje pada dua hari pertama...lepas tu barulah rapat....by the time dia dah mesra ...kita pulak terpaksa outstation

Inilah serba ringkas tentang my anak-anak.

Pantun Khas untuk my kids

PANTUN KELUARGA

Basuh baju waktu pagi
Kalau banyak sampai ke petang
Kamu semua dah gosok gigi?
Satu perkara yang sangat Ba pantang

Ba nak minang anak keling
Untuk safwan my darling
Kizz memang suka jeling
Silap-silap boleh juling

Mim hilang gigi satu
Bila jatuh terkena batu
Kalau Ba nak pilih menantu
Mesti rambut tak ada kutu

Bila nangis sekuat hati
Sambil menangis hantuk kepala
Adakah kamu semua ngerti
Siapakah dia yang empunya

Sekali sekala dia telanjang
Tak tau malu pada orang
Mungkin sekarang dah besaq panjang
Perangai lama sudah pun buang

Christiano ronaldo iras mukanya
Bila di puji mesti kembang
Cuba teka siap tuannya
Kalau betul dapat sekupang

Abang berak memang lama
Sebab makan nasi lauk kurma
Kalau pandai kamu semua
Sapa dia umi boh nama

Hadi selalu kencing malam
Penat umi alih tilam
Kalau begini setiap malam
Sakit pinggang boleh demam

Dua tiga kucing belari
Mana nak sama harimau bintang
Sungguh garang tak terperi
Mana sama Kiz seorang

Hadi menangis pagi-pagi
Kerna kencing tiap hari
Bangun pagi gosok gigi
Moga senyum bertambah seri

Kizz dan mim sekolah bersama
Sekali sekala depa malas
Sembahyang itu tiang agama
Jalankan ia dengan ikhlas

Umi di dapur buat laksa
Laksa johor itulah rupa
Jadilah anak yang berjasa
Kepada kedua ibu dan bapa

Safwan minat jadi tentera
Bila tembak semua tak kena
Hidup ini sementara
Buatlah amal dengan sempurna

Ubai tidur suka terlentang
Masuk toilet pejam mata
Jadilah seorang insan yang matang
Dapat membeza intan permata

Balqis nangis cari celana
Duduk berdiri serba tak kena
Tuntut lah ilmu walau dimana
Agar tidak di pandang hina

Hadi belajar janganlah jemu
Walau pahit bagai peria
Sayangilah semua keluarga kamu
Moga hidup penuh ceria

Safwan suka dukung syahadah
Memang terasa penat dan lelah
Hidup ini bukan lah mudah
Jika cabaran sentiasa mengalah

Ubai besaq nak jadi dukun
Ubat pakai daun kari
Berusahalah dengan tekun
Tidak menyesal kemudaian hari

'Children like flowers. We see them bloom with different colours and fragrance'

Colors of the wind
You think you own whatever land you land on

The earth is just a dead thing you can claim

But I know ev'ry rock and tree and creature

Has a life, has a spirit, has a name

You think the only people who are people

Are the people who look and think like you

But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger

You'll learn things you never knew you never knew

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon

Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned ?

Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain ?

Can you paint with all the colors of the wind ?

Can you paint with all the colors of the wind ?

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest

Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth

Come roll in all the riches all around you

And for once, never wonder what they're worth
The rainstorm and the river are my brothers

The heron and the otter are my friends

In a cirle, in a hoop that never ends
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon

Or let the eagle tell you there he's been

Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain ?

Can you paint with all the colors of the wind ?

Can you paint with all the colors of the wind ?
How high does the sycamore grow ?

If you cut it down, then you'll never know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon

For whether we are white or copper-skinned

We just sing with all the voices of the mountain

Need to paint with all the colors of the wind

You can own the earth and still

All you'll own is earth until

You can paint with all colors of the wind