Babies n life...

My dear friends....i have a confession to make... as much as i would love to cook u all lahmacun once i am in malaysia... i am afraid... it is impossible coz i dunno how to prepare it coz u cannot cook it in a normal oven...u need a special oven just like the one when u cook pizza.. ...so it is impossible to prepare lahmacun (thin turkish pizza) at home...but i strongly suggest u all try eating a wondrfully cooked lahmacun whenever u come across one :=)

Baddin's class teacher, 2 of the moms of his classmates and i went for a visit to another mom's place....a simple visit to celebrate the birth of her new son....

I have almost forgotten that smell of heaven... that look of innocence of a lil one..untouched by the darkness of life....so sweet looking....so peaceful...and to hear the wonderful news for a sweet friend in Malaysia of her very much long awaited pregnancy...yesterday was indeed a wonderful day to remember...

Of course as in tradition in the turkish culture, it is common to give this....

*cumhurriyet altını*...gold in form of a coin to the newborn baby (the 4 of us shared the price of the coin)... and attached to the coin was this....

The sleeveless sweater which i knitten eversince friday...yeah..i know..it is not perfect... to the trained eyes...u can see some flaws..but it was knitted from the heart..and from this inexperience knitter like me...i really had put in loads of hours into it....despite my hectic social life hehehe...

I suppose i have to thank Mahture yenge as my main teacher (next to özlem's mom n muyessa yenge)...i remember how panicked i was after anne (my mom in law) died... U see... i naively thought that she would live forever... i was counting on her to knit my kids' wool sweaters etc..etc..she is a wonderful knitter... she even used to buy wool, buttons and knitting stuffs everytime she went overseas..Naturally, when she died so suddenly, i was looking for solace... n i found it in yenge...baddin was just a baby then...i remember how i used to go to her to learn to knit.... i mean... what did i know of knitting? i had no knowledge of whatsoever in knitting... i turned to yenge... and with countless trips in between baddin's sleeping time.... she taught me the basics of knitting... i rarely knit...thatz why even after all these year... every winter... yenge is sure to hear me knocking her door to ask her of this and that hehehehehe..

But what i cant forget is this conversation i had last saturday... that day when i asked her a few questions as i was completing this sweater....

Simah: Yenge... her şey için teşekkur ederim. Hakkınız helal et..

(Yenge... thank you for everything. Make ur rights helal over me)

Mahture Yenge: Helal olsun. Öğren her şey artık. Ben her zaman yaşamamkı. Ben gitmeden önce,öğren!

(Everything is halal. U should learn everything. I am not going to live forever. Before i die, learn!)

Simah:Öğreniyorum işte! (i am learning) I grinned at her...Yenge...sen olmasa, ben ne yapayım?

(Yenge, if u r not here, what will i do without u?)

Mahture Yenge: Elimdeki ne var sa...sana yardım ederim... yeterli ben ölunca, biraz dua bana hediye edin. Kocam yok... çocuklar yok...

(I will help you as much as i can. It is only enough that once i die.... send a little bit of prayers my way. I dont have my husband and kids anymore)

I was left speechless...

what do u say to words like these? my eyes started to flood...i can feel the empathy of her longing...

her hubby and kids died many years ago.... for a woman to go on living alone...without her hubby and kids to fuss over.... it cant have been easy.ture.. she has her siblings, in laws,nephews,nieces...etc..etc... but having her own flesh n blood next to her is definitely not the same thing.....

Yenge...dont worry... ur request is at my command, insyaAllah... :0)

Am off on the run again!! will answer the comments in my previous entry tonite... :0)

Thank You for hopping by...Hope to see u again the next time..