Hi Gilbert
My grandma is 70+, no ability to walk and on wheelchair. She is living in a rental flat with her special-needs daughter – my aunt. She is deaf and mute and works PT in a school.
Her 2 other sons are in prison and her flat rental was $33 but recently increased to $111.
She needs grocery for the coming Hari Raya period. Thanks.
Any help is appreciated.
Naana
Source: Gilbert Goh
Was listening to Ria 89.7 for the Raya vibes. I came to realize that Malay songs nowadays are so painfully absurd to hear. Imagine song titles like “Boleh Blah”, “Selfie” and some other stupid song titles with even shittier lyrics.
That’s Malay for you.
If it’s not a song about heartbreak, its a literally meaningless song about random stuffs.
The music industry is literally me-Layu-ing.
Call me an old soul, but at least SM Salim and gang have lots of meaningful advice in their songs for us.
Source: Mohsin Shafaruddin
He was in prison when his son was born.
Day after day, he counted down the days to when he could hold his boy in his arms.
But when Mr Mohamad Nasser Abdul Gani could finally do that, it was too late.
The only time he got to hold Mohamad Daniel Mohamad Nasser was when he was about to bury him.
His son died on Nov 23 last year, about a month before his third birthday, after 25 days of sustained abuse by his mother, Zaidah, 41, and her live-in boyfriend, Zaini Jamari, 46.
Choking back tears, Mr Nasser, 41, told The New Paper yesterday: “I never got to see him alive.
“The only time I held him in my arms, he was a lifeless corpse.”
He said he had spent 18 months behind bars from December 2012 to June 2014 for drug-related offences.
Two months before he went in, Mr Nasser was informed by Zaidah, whom he had married in Batam and later divorced, that she was pregnant with his child.
A few weeks into his sentence, Mr Nasser said an officer asked him to sign a document, which informed him that he was the father to a boy named Daniel.
This gave him something to look forward to after serving his time.
“I told myself that I would find my son after I got out,” said Mr Nasser, who works as a cleaner.
LONG SEARCH
But after his release, he found out that Zaidah was no longer living at her old address.
Making it his top priority to find Daniel, Mr Nasser reached out to Zaidah’s friends, tried all possible phone numbers he could think of and even visited places he thought she might frequent.
A year of searching yielded no results. None of his friends or acquaintances knew where Zaidah and Daniel were.
Frustrated by each failed attempt to find his boy, he started losing hope of ever meeting Daniel.
Mr Nasser, who has two older children from a previous marriage, said: “I was not even given a chance to meet my own son.
“I did everything I could, but they could not be found anywhere. I thought that I would never see or hear about Daniel ever again.”
About five months later, on the evening of Nov 26 last year, he finally got news about his son. It was a call from a police officer, who asked if he had a son named Daniel.
Mr Nasser excitedly said yes, thinking that after more than two years, they would finally get to meet. But what he thought was good news brought his world crashing down.
The officer told him the heartbreaking news that Daniel had died after being abused.
“I did not even get to see Daniel alive, and now they called me to identify his dead body,” Mr Nasser said.
Putting aside his anguish, Mr Nasser went to the mortuary the next day and saw his son for the first time.
It left him in tears.
CUTS AND BRUISES
“There were cuts and bruises everywhere on his tiny body,” he said.
“It broke my heart to look at him, my own flesh and blood, knowing that he had been hurt and tortured so badly.”
Mr Nasser collected Daniel’s body on Nov 30.
It was to be the first and last day that he would get to hold his son.
That same afternoon, he and seven of his family members buried Daniel.
His brother, Mr Abdu Manaf Al Ansari, said that though they did not get to know Daniel, the family loved him and wanted to make sure he was given the proper last rites.
“We are the paternal side that Daniel could have grown up with,” he told The New Paper.
“Daniel was not an outcast, not from a broken family. He had a good family, only that he was denied true love from us.”
Asked what he would have told his son if he were still alive, Mr Nasser broke down before saying he would have promised Daniel that he would be the best father possible.
“He was my own son, I did not get to do anything for him, did not get to hold him, or tell him that I love him,” he said.
“I would have given anything for the opportunity to take care of him.”
I did not even get to see Daniel alive, and now they called me to identify his dead body.
– Mr Mohamad Nasser Abdul Gani
We are the paternal side that Daniel could have grown up with. Daniel was not an outcast, not from a broken family. He had a good family, only that he was denied true love from us.
– Daniel’s uncle, Mr Abdu Manaf Al Ansari
Mohamad Daniel Mohamad Nasser, who died about a month short of his third birthday, was abused for 25 days over a 35-day period.
During that time, he was kicked and slapped almost every day by his pregnant mother and her boyfriend.
Cleaners Zaidah, 41, and Zaini Jamari, 46, also made Daniel stand with his hands on his head while wearing only a diaper as punishment.
They also forced him to eat spoonfuls of dried chilli.
He was found motionless on Nov 23, 2015, the morning after he fell and hit his head on the floor when Zaini kicked him.
An autopsy found that the cause of death was bleeding in the brain.
Last Thursday, Zaidah and Zaini were each convicted of three charges of child abuse and one count each of causing grievous hurt.
Zaidah admitted to 26 other charges of abusing Daniel, and Zaini to another 18 counts.
The couple will be sentenced next Tuesday.
Source: www.tnp.sg
Everyday my neighbors.. Let me tell u …on my right is from Arab,on my left is a Thai family,the rest are Cantonese Chinese,below my flat is a Chinese family, all cook different dishes and smells of foods will fly around the beautiful aroma..
sometimes salted fish, belacan,curry,pork or tomyum, and IRS getting stronger…but again..I love all the smells..even they cook pork..
I’m OK with it…even stronger, just next door..I dun complaint, coz..we are all happy neighbors,
I just live here 2mths only,I’m happy, though they are aunties and uncles, abit chatty…I’m so loving them..
if you complaint..PLEASE stay IN JUNGLE OK!!!
Source: Nur Q’Edora Ling
A Singaporean man named Sazali (https://www.facebook.com/Sazali10) ranted on his Facebook after food smells from a Chinese temple became too unbearable for him and his family. He spotted the food caterer for the temple dinner roasting BBQ pork at the HDB common areas under the kitchen windows where his clothes were hung out to dry. Despite shutting his windows tight, the smell became too unbearable for him to break fast properly during this month of Ramadan.
Below are his Facebook updates in chronological order.
(23 June 2016 6.41PM)
“Can anyone share with me if this is permitted…??!! To roast pork in open & under the kitchen windows where we hang our clothes out to dry..
I dun mean to be rude but The smell now is so nauseating for me…even after i shut tight my windows. Hopefully the other muslims who fast in my block dun feel the same.
I think there is a dinner event going on at the open car park behind my blk.”
(23 June 2016 7.39PM)
“Now am waiting for NEA officers to arrive since 1855hrs approx…the nauseating taste really made me lose appetite to break fast properly…
Then, I just realised they also had roasted at another spot…at residence drop off point…”
(23 June 2016 9.29PM)
“Called up NEA direct & being told that they will refer & report it to the town council as the event is approved by them…so please Ang Mo Kio Town Council, i wonder what ur actions will be.
MUIS, is this ok for us….?? So, battling the smell & nausea, for me assisting the investigations, if any, i went down to take pics for their perusal.
I am not the type of person to go around complaining but roasting pork in the open & directly under my nose (my unit i mean), i think it is disrespecting for us Fasting in this holy month of ours. Now, the stench is stuck in my home affecting me if not others.”
Source: www.allsingaporestuff.com