post 1 year of my stroke, i was feeling apprehensive, anxious, lastly afraid. am i going to be like this till i die? suddenly death does not seem to be so bad. so began a series of efforts to find that elusive miracle cure from bomohs to masseurs, magic pill, all too numerous that i travelled from kedah to johor and most unfortunate to jakarta ,exhausting most of my savings.jakarta was a total failure,the only benefit i gained was an insight to the mentality of the innocous indonesian male, it seems that most adult indonesian males fancy themselves blessed with magical powers. how unnerving, no wonder the country is in shambles. question is?, are these also prevalent among malay males, i think it is among he rural malay males, only education has changed the urban malay male towards unfortunately the total pursuit of wealth and then 22 years of mahathirism has infused the notion that anything is justifiable in the pursuit of wealth,so deviously and misleadingly sloganised as " malaysia boleh"
so upon my return from jakarta, it dawned on me , alhamdullillah, that only physiotheraphy exercises and devotion to ALLAH is the only answer. so began the next phase of my efforts in trying to recover, firstly by installing parallel bars along footpaths within the perimeter of buildings at my house and total devotion to the basic tenet of islam, the five times a day sembahyang wajib.
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