Parents. Or young modern parents, to be exact, would never name their child a name they know would be associated to the 60s or 70s era. Parents nowadays hardly opened up that Islamic Baby Names book to look up a perfect name with a perfect meaning for their newborn. What they will do is pick the most glamorous name there is, along the lines of Delylah, Isabella, Ariana, and my personal favourite, Fasha Sandra. But i guessed when i held Kak Fiza's baby girl close to my chest, something tells me she'll grow up to be as wonderful as her name.

Syifa'.

Simply that. Nothing more, nothing less. Five single letters. Syifa'. If that ain't beutiful, i dunno what is.

Okay...so I've decided to reappear. Suprising, yes, but even more surprising is how i weren't there to blog down that intersting trip to genting. But oh wells, we're long back...and we longed to be back, if you know what i mean.

I can't believe i've gone through so much in such a short period of time. So much, that i dreamt about it and cried about it every night.

God, give me strength.