10 months has passed after the spine surgery and still undergoing strengthening exercises at the Rehabilitation Ward.The Surgeon said I will recover maximum 80 % of a fit human.Now I realised that I am 20 % handicapped! exactly what he didnt mentioned to me before.
Praises to Allah for giving me back the ability to walk & to manage my own life without depending on others.Allah has reciprocated the prayers and doa(s) from me, my family members & close friends.
Apart from my inlaws, Ahmad Kushairi b.Yusof & his wife whom I knew since 1980 sacrificed a lot of time & effort to bring me to this present capability.Still recuperating from a broken leg, Ahmad struggled to drive his car to send me for physios & to meet up with the Surgeon.
Apart from my inlaws, Ahmad Kushairi b.Yusof & his wife whom I knew since 1980 sacrificed a lot of time & effort to bring me to this present capability.Still recuperating from a broken leg, Ahmad struggled to drive his car to send me for physios & to meet up with the Surgeon.
As the surgeon cuts & drilled my back, Ahmad obidiently stands at the exit of the Ops Theatre waiting for me ... Allah , please bless and care for this man and his family. Without him, my wife and son will have to face a massive problem to manage me who was then temporarily 'system down'.
Many came to see be prior & after the surgery, but I was very glad that friends as far as Penang took the trouble to drive 350km south to see me. Worth mentioning En.Anuar Saad & family, Pn .Illia bt Ismail & family , En Bahrain Kahar ..and of course En.Ershad Salim . Til my last breath I will remember these faces (and the others) and shall pray for their well being.
Im not that pious or religiously knowledgable but I know for sure that for putting an effort to perform a visit in context with siratulrahim means that these 'visitors' of mine already had a steady rope to hold on and guide them as they step on the ' siratul mustakeen' in their after life...as promised by Allah.
The era after February 2011 is a painful period for me. Wise people says that we learn new things every day of our life. What I learnt is something I had expected but I didnt know the depth of the 'cut' and it does bleeds, badly inside.
I was no longer the officer who had the power to administer and regulate the state air transport industry.I returned the goverment owned handphone which was the last insignia (instrument of power) to the office and walk away from its premises which was like a throne in a palace of a powerful kingdom.On 14 Feb 2011 I drove back to my hometown and let Allah set my new life journey & fate .
Like a 'Broken Arrow' , I sort of pull myself through with the help of family and a few close friends.Then in KLIA, similar to an Alien ,I was treated like a low ranking staff with no bloody respect in CAA KLIA eventhough holding a managers grade in the civil service and 3rd in line from the number One there , it was an experience I had to swallow...definitely a reality check!
Now, back on my feet and working as an Approach Radar Controller in the National Air Traffic Control Centre....the same task I was doing before being assigned to CAA Penang.Praises to Allah that he returned the skill & reflexes which he lend to me to perform this Hi End segment in the world of Air Traffic Control.
I have learned a valuable lesson through this heart breaking episode and shall remember everything and the faces of everyone who was present to support me and those who was surprisingly absent .Anyway I became stronger and wiser ...
Many came to see be prior & after the surgery, but I was very glad that friends as far as Penang took the trouble to drive 350km south to see me. Worth mentioning En.Anuar Saad & family, Pn .Illia bt Ismail & family , En Bahrain Kahar ..and of course En.Ershad Salim . Til my last breath I will remember these faces (and the others) and shall pray for their well being.
Im not that pious or religiously knowledgable but I know for sure that for putting an effort to perform a visit in context with siratulrahim means that these 'visitors' of mine already had a steady rope to hold on and guide them as they step on the ' siratul mustakeen' in their after life...as promised by Allah.
The era after February 2011 is a painful period for me. Wise people says that we learn new things every day of our life. What I learnt is something I had expected but I didnt know the depth of the 'cut' and it does bleeds, badly inside.
I was no longer the officer who had the power to administer and regulate the state air transport industry.I returned the goverment owned handphone which was the last insignia (instrument of power) to the office and walk away from its premises which was like a throne in a palace of a powerful kingdom.On 14 Feb 2011 I drove back to my hometown and let Allah set my new life journey & fate .
Since that moment , the spirit of togetherness, died. The number of incoming calls declined to none.The Nokia handphone screen was never lighted to indicate any incoming call or sms .Silence did the aviation comunity that comprises the airline staffs , airport operator managers and the acquainted dcapen individuals (except for the 4 friends mentioned).
Like a 'Broken Arrow' , I sort of pull myself through with the help of family and a few close friends.Then in KLIA, similar to an Alien ,I was treated like a low ranking staff with no bloody respect in CAA KLIA eventhough holding a managers grade in the civil service and 3rd in line from the number One there , it was an experience I had to swallow...definitely a reality check!
Now, back on my feet and working as an Approach Radar Controller in the National Air Traffic Control Centre....the same task I was doing before being assigned to CAA Penang.Praises to Allah that he returned the skill & reflexes which he lend to me to perform this Hi End segment in the world of Air Traffic Control.
I have learned a valuable lesson through this heart breaking episode and shall remember everything and the faces of everyone who was present to support me and those who was surprisingly absent .Anyway I became stronger and wiser ...
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