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Sheikh Dr Abdul Sattar Abu Ghuddah

The Lost of the Father of Islamic Finance Shariah Scholars

I have heard about his death this morning. I didnt want to believe it. I have checked with many other colleagues overseas. I am sad the news is true.

I felt very sad. Very sad. No one has ever left the Shariah finger print on my Shariah personality as much as he did.

I met with him for the first time in Labuan circa 1995. He needed my help to translate his paper into English. I went to his room and I was so nervous. I was 31 years old then and he was one of the great scholars of Islamic finance on this planet. I spent two hours with him. We spent 30 minutes on the paper and the rest we talked about life. He embraced me in his world of Islamic finance. I felt strongly that I must follow his footsteps.

Not long after that, I was invited to join many Shariah Boards together with him such as Dow Jones Islamic Market Index, Noor Bank, BNP Paribas (Bahrain), AAOIFI, Dubai Bank, Unicorn Bank (Bahrain), Guidancd Financial (USA), etc. It was always fulfillig and insightful to learn from his great knowledge and wisdom.

I also learnt from him in great deal the real meaning of simplicity and humility. He is known for this character. I dont know how to describe this character in words.

On one occasion, I was chairing one meeting and he was one of the members. I have pronounced one word in Arabic wrongly. He was sitting next to me. He brought down his face to my shoulder and made that important correction quietly and subtly without anyone else noticing. He was so examplary. I always told this story to many upbecoming scholars in Islamic finance: be humble in all conditions.

He has passed away. He brought with him tons of knowledge to the graveyard. He is a true scholar in knowledge and attitude.

May I ask everyone of you - wherever you are - to pray for his soul. When he was living amongst us, he is so resourcefull and soul-full.

He is my teacher & my mentor. He is also my friend & inspiring board members in many Shariah Boards of the world. He lives at the airports more than his residence.

May Allah the Almighty bless his soul & grant sabr to his family.

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今天是2020年的7月7號
我一定要在這一天分享
上帝用77這個數字
帶領我的神奇故事⋯

特別在我七七49歲的這一年
上帝真的帶領我進入了我想都沒有想到的奇妙旅程⋯
在人生下半場 開啟了藝術創作音樂旅程 無論我的身心靈 都在一個全新季節中⋯

在我那一個開朗熱情的性格下，其實很難想像我的生命歷程，一直都在困難挫折當中，甚至有一大段時間是在黑暗低谷裡⋯這也就是為什麼如果有機會在對的時間、時機，我真的很願意敞開自己來分享的原因，這也解釋了我為什麼總是活力十足到處趴趴走辦活動演唱的原因 ⋯，因為走過的必留下美麗的足跡⋯⋯🌹❤️
所有困難黑暗都成了我生命的養分
⋯我很樂意分享以及祝福出去⋯
因為我就是一個被上帝白白祝福，
在生命過程中經歷很多天使幫助的人～我也要這樣白白的給出去～🌹❤️🌹❤️

我曾經有一年，在一個14年的關口裡過不去 ，在那一次幾乎心痛決裂崩潰的禱告裡 ，上帝跟我說不是14年 ～是兩個七年，上帝說我是過了兩個得勝七年 ，但在我眼中我「總是」看自己失敗 ！但在上帝的眼中，祂卻對我說，你是加倍的得勝了⋯你是美好的⋯
（我們總是用很負面的眼光看自己⋯）
在那一次的禱告 裡，祂跟我說祂將會用77這個數字帶領我 ，祂說：耐心跟留意 你會知道明白⋯

後來我真的經歷了這一個77的旅程～

華人總是對4這個數字敏感
但在聖經希伯來原文裡
數字也是有力量有意義的
7代表劍 代表得勝
我感謝上帝讓我經歷這個加倍的得勝、加倍的美好、加倍的能力、加倍的祝福！
最重要的是 上帝轉換了我的意念
跟我的眼光 就是從他的眼光裡看我自己⋯祂造我就是那樣美麗獨特，我透過藝術創作進入深層的自我對話 ，才明白了解「愛自己、認識了解自己」是一件多重要的事⋯如果我不能愛我自己如何能夠把愛給出去！同時也要愛一個人的獨特性，也才能欣賞別人與你不同的地方！真正的愛是彼此成全！在愛裡沒有恐懼！是自由而彼此建造成全！彩虹的美麗不就是七個顏色在一起才美麗嗎？每個顏色那麼不同卻融合的那麼美麗！

重要的是那一個意念，！
每一次黑暗裡 每一次在困難裡 我總是想起上帝說的77
我就安靜下來 問上帝這一次帶領我經歷這一個困難要學習跟經歷的是什麼⋯不再抱怨困難跟挫折
而是學著如何安靜自己的心
面對和學習去解決⋯甚至是更多的經歷上帝的奇妙！

在這個屬於我跟上帝很私密77數字的這一天
我想要Po上12年前我在以色列跟著我心絃律服事的照片
在那一個奇妙的時空間
我是如何那樣啟示進到與祂的親密同在裡⋯
主啊我不會忘記那一天
你在哭牆對我說的話⋯
I love you...

🌹❤️🌹❤️🕊🕊🕊

但願我的餘生 就像大衛的詩一樣
在祂的榮美裡面 天天領受祂活水泉源的愛 永不枯竭的愛、盼望和信心成為祂愛的出口⋯
🌹❤️🌹❤️🌺🌿🌱🌸💐🕊🕊🕊

(詩篇 27:4) 有一件事，我曾求耶和華，我仍要尋求：就是一生一世住在耶和華的殿中，瞻仰他的榮美，在他的殿裡求問。
(Psalms 27:4) One thing have I desired of the LORD, that will I seek after; that I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the LORD, and to enquire in his temple.🌿🌿🌱🌱🌱🌿🌱🌿

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All the difficulties, darkness has become the nutrients of my life.
... I'm happy to share and bless out...Because I am the one who is blessed in vain by God,People who have experienced a lot of angel help in the course of their life~I want to give it in vain as well ~ 🌹❤️🌹❤️
I had a year, I couldn't get through at a 14-year gate, and in that almost heart-breaking prayer, God told me that it wasn't 14 years — it was two, seven years, and God said I was double Victory , but in my eyes I “always” see myself fail!But in the eyes of God, He said to me, You are doubled blessed You are double good...
(We always look at ourselves in a very negative way...)
In that prayer, He told me that He would lead me with the number of 77. He said: Patience and attention ...you will know...Then I really went through this 77 journey ~ The Chinese are always sensitive to the number 4.But in the Hebrew text of the Bible
Numbers have power and meaning.
7 stands for the sword ,for victory .
I thank God for letting me experience this double victory, double beauty, double power, double blessings!
And most importantly, God changed my mind...
My vision is to see myself from his eyes... He made me so beautiful and unique. Through art, I enter into a deep self-dialogue to understand that “love yourself, knowing yourself” is What an important thing!!“if I can't love myself, how can I give love out!At the same time love the uniqueness of one person, but also to appreciate others different places from you!True love is to make each other!There is no fear in love!Be free and build each other into full!Isn't the beauty of the rainbow just like the seven colors together?Each color is so different but blended so beautiful!
The important thing is that idea,!
Every time in darkness, every time in difficulty, I always think of what God says.
I quietly asked God this time to lead me through this difficulty, to learn and experience... not to complain about difficulties and frustrations.
It's learning how to keep your heart be still..and Face and learn to solve problem ..even more experience the wonders of God!
On this day that belongs to me and God privately , 77 numbers.
I want Post pictures of my service in Israel 12 years ago with my heart rhythm.
In that wonderful time space
How did I revelation into being with Him?
Lord, I will not forget that day.
What you said to me on the wall...
I love you...❤️

My sister, Michelle-Ann Iking's 3% chance of conceiving naturally was a success! Here's her story:

(My apologies as I've been overwhelmed with personal matters. I've only managed to get to my desk. So finally got around posting this).

This is the story behind my sister's pregnancy struggle and how she shared her journey over her Facebook page.

Because some may have not caught her LIVE session chat with me (https://www.facebook.com/daphneiking/videos/687743128744960/) , or read her lengthy post (as it's a private page);
she's allowed me to copy and paste it over my wall, in case you need to know more about her thought process on how AND why she focused on the 3% success probability. Read on.

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Posted 10th May 2020.
FB Credit: Michelle-Ann Iking

A week ago today I celebrated becoming a mother to our second, long awaited child.

Please forgive this mother's LONG (self-indulgent) post, journalling what this significant milestone has meant for her personally, for her own fallible memory's sake as well as maybe to share one day with her son.

If all you were wondering was whether I had delivered and if mum and bub are OK, please be assured the whole KkLM family are thriving tremendously, and continue scrolling right along your Newsfeed 😁.

OUR 3% MIRACLE

All babies are miracles... and none more so than our precious Kiaen Aaryan (pronounced KEY-n AR-yen), whose name derives from Sanskrit origins meaning:

Grace of God
Spiritual
Kind
Benevolent

...words espousing the gratitude Kishore and I feel for Kiaen's arrival as our "3% miracle".

He was conceived, naturally, after 3 years of Kishore and I hoping, praying and 'endeavoring'... and only couples for whom the objective switches from pure recreation to (elusive) procreation will understand how this is less fun than it sounds ...

3 years during which time we had consensus from 3 different doctors that we, particularly I (with my advancing age etc etc) had only a 3% chance of natural conception and that our best hope for a sibling for our firstborn, Lara Anoushka, was via IVF.

Lara herself was an 'intervention baby', being one of the 20% of babies successfully conceived through the less intrusive IUI process, after a year and a half of trying naturally and already being told then my age was a debilitating factor.

We had tried another round of IUI for her sibling in 2017 when Lara was a year old. And that time we fell into the ranks of the 80% of would-be parents for whom it would be an exercise in futility... who would go home, comfort each other as best they could, while individually masking their own personal disappointment... hoping for the best, 'the next time around'...

So the improbability ratio of 97% against natural conception of our second baby, as concurred by the combined opinion of 3 medical professionals, was a very real, very daunting figure for us to have to mentally deal with.

Deep, DEEP, down in my heart however, though I had many a day of doubt... I kept a core kernel of faith that somehow, I would again experience the privilege of pregnancy, and again, have a chance at childbirth.

And so, the optimist in me would tell myself, "Well, there have to be people who fall in the 3% bucket... why shouldn't WE be part of the 3%?"

Those who know me well, understand my belief in the Law of Attraction, the philosophy of focusing your mind only on what you want to attract, not on what you don't want, and so even as Kishore and I prepared to go into significant personal debt to attempt IVF in the 2nd half of 2019, I marshalled a last ditch effort to hone in on that 3% chance of natural conception... through research coming across fertility supplements that I ordered from the US and sent to a friend in Singapore to redirect to me because the supplier would not deliver to Malaysia.

I made us as a couple take the supplements in the 3 month 'priming period' in the lead up to the IVF procedure - preconditioning our bodies for optimum results, if you will.

At the same time, I had invested in a sophisticated fertility monitor, with probes and digital sensors for daily tracking of saliva and other unmentionable fluid samples, designed to pinpoint with chemical accuracy my state of fertility on any given day.

(UPDATE: For those interested - I obtained the supplements and Ovacue Fertility Monitor from https://www.fairhavenhealth.com/. Though I had my supplies delivered to a friend in Singapore, and redirected to me here since the US site does not deliver to Malaysia, there are local distributors for these products, you will just have to research the trustworthiness of the vendors yourself...)

I had set an intention - in the 3 months of pre-IVF priming, I would consume what seemed like a pharmacy's worth of supplements, and track fertility religiously... in hopes that somehow, within the 3 month priming period, we would conceive naturally and potentially save ourselves a down payment on a new property... and this was just a projection on financial costs of IVF, not even considering the physical, emotional and mental toll it involves, with no guarantee of a baby at the end of it all...

It was a continuation of an intention embedded even with my first pregnancy, where all the big ticket baby items were consciously purchased for use by a future sibling, in gender neutral colours, in hopes that sibling would be a brother "for a balanced pair", though of course any healthy child would be a welcome blessing.

It was a very conscious determination to always skew my thoughts in service of what the end objective was. For example, when 3+year old Lara would innocently express impatience at not yet having a sibling, at one point suggesting that since we were "taking too long to give her a baby brother/sister", perhaps we should just "go buy a baby from a shop", instead of getting defensive or berating the baby that she herself was, we enlisted Lara's help to pray for her sibling... so in any place of worship, or sacred ground of any kind that we passed thereon, Lara would stop, close her eyes, bow her small head and place her tiny hands together in prayer, reciting earnestly, "Please God, please give me a baby brother or baby sister."

After months and months of watching Lara do this, in the constancy of her childlike chant, Kishore started feeling the pressure of possibly disappointing Lara if her prayer was not answered. Whereas for me, Lara's recitation of her simple wish became like a strengthening mantra, our collective intention imbued with greater power with each repetition, and the goal of a sibling kept very much in the forefront of our minds (hence our calling Lara our 'project manager' in this endeavour).

And somehow in the 2nd month of that 3 month period, a positive + sign appeared on one of the home pregnancy tests I had grown accustomed to taking - my version of the lottery tickets others keep buying in hopes of hitting the jackpot, with all the cyclical anticipation and more often than not, disappointment, that entails...

This time however I was not disappointed.

With God's Grace, (hence 'Kiaen', a variation of 'Kiaan' which means 'Grace of God'), my focus on our joining the ranks of the 3% had materialised.

It seems poetic then, that Kiaen chose to make his appearance on the 3rd May, ironically the same date that his paternal great-grandfather departed this world for the next... such that in the combined words of Kishore and his father Kai Vello Suppiah,

"The 1st generation Suppiah left on 3rd May and the 4th generation Suppiah arrived on 3rd May after 41yrs...
One leaves, another comes, the legacy lives on..."

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KIAEN AARYAN SUPPIAH'S BIRTH STORY

On Sunday 3rd May, I was 40 weeks and 5 days pregnant.

The baby was, in my mind, very UN-fashionably late past his due date of 29th April, so as much as I had willed and 'manifested' the privilege of pregnancy, to say I was keen to be done with it all was an understatement.

In the weeks leading to up to my full term, I had experienced increasingly intense Braxton-Hicks 'practice contractions' - annoying for me for the discomfort involved, stressful for Kishore who was on tenterhooks with the false alarms, on constant alert for when we would actually need to leave home for the hospital.

Having become a Hypnobirthing student and advocate from my first pregnancy with Lara, and thus being equipped with
(1) a lack of fear about childbirth in general and
(2) a basic understanding of how all the sensations I would experience fit into the big picture of my body bringing our baby closer to us,
I was less stressed - content to wait for the baby to be "fully cooked" and come out whenever he was ready... though I wouldn't have minded at all if the cooking time ended sooner, rather than later.

With Lara, I had been somewhat 'forced' into an induced labour, even though she was not yet due, and that had resulted in a 5 DAY LABOUR, a Birth Story for another post, so I was not inclined to chemically induce labour, even though I was assured that for second time mothers, it would be 'much faster and easier'...

That morning, I had a hunch *maybe* that day was the day, because in contrast to previous weeks' sensations of tightening, pressure and even spasms that were concentrated in the front of my abdomen and occasionally shot through my sides and legs, I felt period - like cramping in my lower back which I had not felt before throughout the pregnancy.

It was about 8am in the morning then, and my 'surges' were still relatively mild ('surges' being Hypnobirthing - speak for 'contractions', designed to frame them with the more positive connotations needed to counteract common language in which childbirth is presented as something that is unequivocally painful and traumatic, instead of the miraculous, powerful and natural phenomenon it actually is).

I recall (masochistically?) entertaining the thought of opting NOT to have an epidural JUST TO SEE WHAT IT WOULD BE LIKE...

I figured this would be the last time I would be pregnant and so it would be my 'last chance' to experience 'drug free labour' which, apart from the health benefits for baby and mother, might be *interesting* in a way that people who are curious about what getting a tattoo and skydiving and bungee jumping are like, might find these *interesting*...even knowing there will be pain and risk involved...

Since I have tried tattoos and skydiving (unfortunately not being able to squeeze in bungee-jumping while my life was purely my own to risk at no dependents' possible detriment) a similar curiousity about a no-epidural labour was on my mind...

In the absence of other signs of the onset of labour (like 'bloody show' or my waters breaking), I wanted to wait until the surges were coming every few minutes before we actually left the house for the hospital, not wanting to be one of those couples who rushed in too early and had interminable waits for the next stage in unfamiliar, clinical surroundings and/or were made to go home in an anti-climatic manner.

I was even calm enough through my surges to have the presence of mind to wash and blowdry my hair, knowing if I did deliver soon I would not be allowed this luxury for a while.

Around 9am I asked Kishore to prep for Lara and himself to be dressed and breakfasted so we could head to hospital soon, while I sent messages to family members on both sides informing them 'today might be the day.'

My mother, who had briefly served as a midwife before going back into general nursing and then becoming a nursing tutor, prophetically stated that if what I was experiencing was true labour, "the baby would be out by noon".

The pace in which my surges grew closer together was surprisingly quicker than I expected; and while I asked Lara to "Hurry up with breakfast" with only a tad more urgency than we normally tell her to do, little Missy being prone to dilly-dallying at meals, I probably freaked Kishore out when about 930am onwards, I had to instinctively get on my hands and knees a couple of times, eyes closed, trying to practice the Hypnobirthing breathing techniques I had revised to help along the process of my body birthing our child into the world.

I recall him saying a bit frantically as I knelt at our front door, doubled over as he waited for Lara to complete something or other, "Lara hurry up! Can't you see Mama is in so much pain and you are taking your own sweet time??!!"

SIDETRACK: Just the night before, Lara and I had watched a TV show in which a woman gave birth with the usual histrionics accompanying pop culture depictions of labour.

Lara watched the scene, transfixed.

I told her, simply and matter-of-factly, "That's what Mama has to do to get baby brother out Lara, and that's what I had to do for you also."

In most of interactions with my daughter, I have sought to equip her to face life's situations with calmness, truthful common sense, and ideally a minimum of drama.

Those who know the dramatic diva that Lara can be will know that this is a work-in-progress, but her response to me that night showed me some of my 'teachings' were sinking in:

She looked at me unfazed, "But Mama," she said. "You won't cry and scream like that lady, right? You will be BRAVE and stay calm, right?"
#nopressure.

So as we prepped to leave for the hospital I did indeed attempt to be that role model of calm for her, asking her only for her help in keeping very quiet,
"Because Mama needs to focus on bringing baby brother out and she needs quiet to concentrate...".

As we left the house at 10.11am, I texted Kishore's sister Geetha to please prep to pick up Lara from the hospital, and was grateful Kishore had the foresight to ask our gynae to prepare a letter for Geetha to show any police roadblocks between my in-laws' home in Subang Jaya and the hospital in Bangsar, this all happening under the Movement Control Order (MCO).

To Lara's credit, in the journey over to the hospital, she - probably sensing the gravity of the situation, sat very quietly in her seat at the back, and the silence was punctuated only by my occasional deep intakes of breath and some variation of my Ohmmm-like moans when the sensations were at their height.

By the time we got to Pantai Hospital at around 10.30am, my surges were strong enough I requested a wheelchair to assist me in getting to the labour ward, as I did not trust my own legs to support me... and Kishore would have to wait until Geetha had arrived to take Lara back to my in-laws' house before he himself could go up.

I slumped in the wheelchair and was wheeled up to the labour room with my eyes closed the whole time, trying to handle my surges.

I didn't even look up to see the attendant who pushed me... but did make the effort to thank him sincerely when he handed me over, with what seemed like a palpable sense of relief on his part, to the labour ward nurses.

The nurse attending me at Pantai was calm, steady and efficient. I answered some questions and changed into my labour gown while waiting for Kishore to come up, all the while managing the increasingly intense surges with my rusty Hypnobirthing breathing techniques.

By the time Kishore joined me at around 11am (I know these timings based on the timestamps of the 'WhatsApp live feed' of messages Kishore sent to his family), I was asking the nurse on duty, "How soon can I get an epidural??" thinking what crazy woman thought she could do this without drugs???!!!

The nurse checked my cervix dilation, I saw her bloodied glove indicating my mucous plug had dislodged, and she told me, "Well you are already at 7cm (which, for the uninitiated, is 70% of the way to the 10cm dilation needed for birthing), you are really doing well, if you made it this far without any drugs, if can you try and manage without it... I suspect within 2 hours or less you will deliver your baby and since it will take about that time for the anaesthesiologist to be called, epidural to be administered and kick in... it might all be for nothing... but of course the decision is completely up to you... "

So there I was, super torn, should I risk the sensations becoming worse... or risk the epidural becoming a waste?? And of course I was trying to decide this as my labour surges were coming at me stronger and stronger...

I was in such a dilemma...because as a 'recovering approval junkie' there was also a silly element of approval-seeking involved, ("The nurse thinks I can do this without drugs... maybe I CAN do this without drugs... Yay me!") mixed with that element of curiosity I mentioned earlier ("What if I actually CAN do this without drugs... plenty of other women have done it all over the world since time immemorial.. no big deal, how bad can it be...??") so then I thought I would use the financial aspect to be the 'tiebreaker' in my decision making...

I asked the nurse how much an epidural would cost and when she replied "Around MYR1.5k", I still remember Kishore's incredulous face as I asked the question, i.e."Seriously babe, you are gonna think about money right now? If you need the epidural TAKE IT, don't worry about the money!!!"... and while we are not rich by any stretch of the imagination, thankfully RM1.5k is not a quantum that made me swing towards a decision to "better save the money"...

So in the end, I guess my curiosity won out, and I turned down the epidural "just to see what it would be like and if I had it in me" (in addition of course to avoiding the side effects of any drugs introduced into my and the baby's body).

My labour occuring in the time of coronavirus, it was protocol for me to have a COVID19 test done, so the medical staff could apply the necessary precautions. I had heard from a friend Sharon Ruba that the test procedure was uncomfortable, so when the nurse came with the test kit as I was starting another surge, I asked, "Please can I just finish this surge before I do the test?" as I really didn't think I could multitask tackling multiple uncomfortable sensations in one go.

The COVID19 test involved what felt like a looong, skinny cotton bud being inserted into one nostril... I definitely felt more than a tickle as it went in and up, being told to take deep breaths by the nurse. Then she asked me to "Try to swallow" and I felt it go into my nasal cavities where I didn't think anything could go any further, but was proven wrong when she asked me to swallow again and the swab was probed even deeper. Then she warned me there would be some slight discomfort as she prepared to collect a sample... but at that point all I could think about was:

(i) I really don't have much of a choice
(ii) please let this be over before my next surge kicks in
(iii) if all the people breaking the MCO rules knew what it feels like to do this test maybe they won't put themselves at risk of the need to perform one...

In full disclosure as I was transferred into the actual delivery room at some point after 11am, another nurse offered me 'laughing gas' to ostensibly take some of the edge off... I took the self-operated breathing nozzle passed to me but don't recall it making any difference to my sensations..so didn't use it much as it seemed pretty pointless.

I recall some measure of relief when I heard my gynae Dr. Paul entering the room, greeting Kishore and me, and telling us it was going well and it wouldn't be long now and he would see us again shortly.

From my previous labour with Lara I knew the midwives pretty much take you 90% of the way through the labour and when the Dr is called in you are really at the home stretch, so was very relieved to hear his voice though knowing he would leave and come back later meant it wasn't quite over yet.

I do remember realising when I had crossed the Thinning and Opening Phase of labour to the Birthing Phase, by the change in sensations... it is still amazing to me that as the Hypnobirthing book mentioned, having this knowledge I was instinctively able to switch breathing techniques for the next stage of labour .

Was my opting against epidural the right choice for me?

Overall? Yes.

Don't get me wrong.

I *almost* regretted the decision several times during active labour... especially when I felt my body being taken over by an overwhelming compulsion to push that did not seem conscious and was accompanied by involuntary gutteral moans where I literally just thought to myself, "I surrender, God do with me what you will..." (super dramatic I know but VERY real at the time...).

I think I experienced 3-4 such natural explusive reflexes (?), rhythmically pushing the baby down the birth path, one of which was accompanied by what felt like a swoosh of water coming out of a hose with a diameter the size of a golf ball... this was when I realised my water had finally broken...

The nurses kept instructing me to do different things, to keep breathing, to move to my side, then to move to the middle, to raise my feet... and when I didn't comply, Kishore (who was with me throughout both my labours) tried to help them by repeating the instructions prefaced with "Sayang..." but I basically ignored all the intructions because I felt I had no capacity to direct any part of my body to do anything and someone else would have to physically manoeuvre that body part themselves.

When I heard Dr. Paul's voice again and the flurry of commotion surrounding his presence, I knew the time was close... and when I heard the nurse say to Kishore, "Sir, these are your gloves, for when you cut the baby's cord", it was music to my ears...

I'm very, VERY grateful Kiaen slid out after maybe the 4th of those involuntary pushes... the wave of RELIEF when he came out so quickly... it still boggles my mind that my mother was essentially right and as his birth time was 12.02pm, it was *only* about 1.5 hours between our arrival at the hospital and his arrival into the world.

Kiaen was placed on my chest for skin to skin bonding and remained there for a considerable time.

For our short stay in the hospital he would be with us in my maternity ward number C327... another trivially serendipitous sign for me because he was born on the 3rd (May) and our wedding anniversary is 27th (July).

I was discharged the following day 4th May at about 5.30pm, after I got an all clear on COVID19 and a paediatric surgeon did a small procedure on Kiaen to address a tongue-tie that would affect his breastfeeding latch... making the entire duration of our stay about 31 hours.

I have taken the time and effort to record all this down so that whenever life's challenges threaten to get me down I can remind myself, "Ignore the 97% failure probability, focus on the 3% success probability".

Also that the human condition is miraculous and it is such a privilege to experience it.

To our son Kiaen Aaryan, thank you for coming into our lives and choosing us as your parents.

Even though Papa and I are both zombies trying to settle into a night time feeding routine with you, I look forward to spending not only all future Mother's Days, but every day, with you and your Akka...

And last but not least, to my husband Kishore...without whom none of this would be possible - we did it sayang, I love you ❤️

Photo credit: Stayhome session with Samantha Yong Photography (http://samanthayong.com/)

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ID4星際重生,或叫独立日2:星際重生：ID4：Independence day 2：Resurgence終於要上映了！相隔第一集ID4已經二十年咯
我一看了ID4:星際重生，獨立日2預告片，我就再看回獨立日來回顧一下

以前獨立日：independence day對於那時候的我們究竟有多麼的震撼

雖然那時的電腦技術比不起現在的ID4星際重生

但那個時候是最新的技術。

現在就讓我為介紹ID4星際重生 的故事

這套電影的時間線是跟住以前的故事在跑

那時的ID4是在1996年

那ID4星際重生故事的主角們也是跟住這是時間成長。

以前的物理學家（David Levinson）

在ID4:星際重生也變成ESD地球保衛局的主席

因為上一次的外星人入侵，知道科技懸殊

他用了二十年用外星人的技術去加強太空保衛戰力。

你可以看到很多反重力的配件加到飛機和直升機

上面了。

可惜Will Smith沒有參與這次的ID4星際重生

所以導演一來就賜他死，就說他太空飛機失事

這麼多外星人都打他不下

換來的是他戲裡的兒子。

對！就是以前那個小屁男。

哇！！Angelababy 呢！哎呀～不是Handela baby

啦！！這次她在ID4星際重生飾演中國戰機師加ESD的上校！
這位是。。。。有點臉熟哦～～像不像雷神？他就是

雷神的弟弟，他就好啦，可以和總統的女兒談戀愛

，這個就是以前的小女孩，現在長大了。
我一定要講的就是這一位，他就是以前ID4的總統，再

聽回他以前的致辭，還是那麼的感動和振奮人心。

讓我們來重溫一下他的致辭：

Good morning. In less than an hour, aircraft from

here will join others from around the world. And

you will be launching the largest aerial battle in this

history of mankind.
Mankind -- that word should have new meaning for

all of us today.
We can't be consumed by our petty differences

anymore.
We will be united in our common interests.
Perhaps its fate that today is the 4th of July, and

you will once again be fighting for our freedom, not

from tyranny, oppression, or persecution -- but

from annihilation.
We're fighting for our right to live, to exist.
And should we win the day, the 4th of July will no

longer be known as an American holiday, but as the

day when the world declared in one voice:
"We will not go quietly into the night!
We will not vanish without a fight!
We're going to live on!
We're going to survive!"
Today, we celebrate our Independence Day!


Part 3
不是美國的獨立日，而是地球的獨立日！好感人的致辭！
這次的ID4星際重生當然是說外星人再一次侵略地球，不過

這次的導演玩很大哦～～有多大？以前是醬油碟，

現在是大盤哦！！哈哈哈。看到這個畫面你就知道

這次的有多大了！
以前我在看獨立日第一集時會覺得有點不滿足，覺

得打得不夠厲害，這次好像是勢均力敵哦～～有好

戲看哦～～
導演還是跟世界各地的建築物有仇咯～～你看，這

個是新加坡的Marina Bay，這個是Dubai塔，飛到倫

敦了？還有我們的雙峰塔得罪你了啊？導演你曾

經被建築師拋棄過啊？
我們都希望這次續集是比第一集更震撼，由於電腦

科技的進步，可能以前第一集的極限，可以在續集

完成，我非常期待這次的ID4星際重生,獨立日2！


那我給你們一些建議：
第一：如果你還沒看過第一集，趕快去看第一集。
第二：如果你是獨立日的粉絲，都是那句，拿去吧

～我們的錢～你不可能會錯過吧！
ID4星際重生即將會在六月二十三號上映，我一定會趕快

預訂戲票，然後到時會和大家說好不好看的！
如果你還沒訂閱我的channel，請按這邊！接下來

想做兩齣戲，一個是Now you see me，另一個就是

Me before you，請大家投票一下。
謝謝大家收看，下一個影片見！

It is so excited that Independence day : Resurgence

will show in cinema on 23/June
It has been almost 20 years already，It is so excited

that Independence day : Resurgence will show in

cinema on 23/June
I watch the ID4 again after I saw the ID4

Resurgence trailer.
This movie really gave us an impact in that time.
Although the computer graphic is not so advances，
But It was the latest technology in previous time.
Let me brief you how the ID4 2 story.
The time lime of the movie is follow the previously

story.
The first episode was in 1996，So the characters

are growing too.
The physicist David Levinson in the past，Now

become director of the Earth Space Defense，He

knew that earth defense are weeks from last Alien

Invasion
So he was using alien technology on the earth

defense. You can see antigravity engine already

applied on helicopter and jets
Too bad that Will Smith isn’t in this Id4， So the

director ‘killed’ him in space ship accident.
Even Alien can’t kill him ...accident?
So his’ son’ replaced ，Ya, the small kid in previous movie