Thursday, June 18, 2015


This is my first Ramadhan with my husband.  I mean as a husband and a wife. I know that I rarely write here or even talk about my husband to anyone. Not even to my closed friends. I guess nobody actually cares but here I am, on the first Ramadhan, I want to share my gratefulness being married to the greatest guy I ever met in my life (he shared 'the greatest guy' title with my dad). This guy is the same guy who had been with me through out my ups and downs during my 5 years in medical school. He slept with his laptop on every night so that I can reach him through skype in case I have my 'mental breakdown' moment. Mind you, the different time zone. My 6pm in Dublin was his 1am in Malaysia. He never complained but just listened to all my stories. In facts, he knows how to take history from a patient now because he used to see me practising my history taking skill . Yesterday, I was complaining about my back pain. It is getting worse since I got pregnant. Then he asked, " Where is the pain, again? Does the pain radiate to anywhere else? How do you grade the pain, being 1 is the mildest pain and 10 is the worst pain?" hahaha! Wow this guy really paid attention to whatever I said. I mean, he didn't ask about the red flags of back pain but for an engineer, that was not bad. Anyway, I'm thankful for having this guy in my life. The guy who bought a house and 'build a home' for us. I love how he has being involved in every little details of our house so that I can live in my dream house. He asked me about my dream house before. I just told him, no honey, we wont afford that. Hahaha! Mashaallah, eventhough, it is not exactly like my dream house, but I feel like I"m living in it. I'm home, guys. It is true when some people say, you can buy a house but you cannot buy a home. You can buy a house as big as a palace but it is very hard to make it feel like you are home. My husband somehow managed to make our house feels like home. I'm very grateful for having a husband who does not just let me do and decide everything. He get involved from choosing curtain to what colour our dinner plates should be (I'm a woman who knows what I want but I hate when a husband lepas tangan when it comes to furniture, curtains, cutlery and everything, like hello, you are living here too and omg, you are a man, have a voice to say something not just follow your wife. Man up!).

Kitchen. It is my favourite place in our home. I get very excited to cook dinner  in our kitchen (i hope this is not just hangat-hangat tahi ayam) and this is the time when we cook together. He makes not-so-funny jokes and I laugh for courtesy and I make my funny jokes and he laughs guling2 (because my jokes always funnier than him. Seriously). We really take our own sweet bonding-dinner-cooking time. Sometime it takes 3 hours. Who cares? It is our home.

And with our little one is coming soon, I can't be more happy than this. My new chapter of life as a wife, mother and doctor (very soon and I'm not ready for this one. *cringe*). Alhamdulillah for everything.

Ramadhan Al-Mubarak.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

hi nabilah aisyah. i've been reading your blog since you were an a-level student. then you became a med student in ireland and now, you are married and a doctor! I'm a medical student too (still menderita kat med school), I love how you balance between your study, travel, fun and a marriage! i just wanna say that reading your blog makes me feel i'm normal. keep writing, doc!

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