Thursday, April 17, 2014

JULIANA'S FAMILY DAY 12 - 13 April 2014


Another family came to chill out and catch up with each other at Uluhati. As usual we are more than pleased to be part of this family bonding experience. Some of their moods and experiences are captured below.

EARLY MORNING EXERCISE
MOMS AND AUNTIES CATCHING UP

THE GIRLS TRYING THEIR LUCK AT FISHING
 
 
 
CAMPFIRE BLAZING
 

 
 

Nice to have you all. Do come again. Salam

Monday, April 7, 2014

IN RESPECT AND MEMORY OF MAS 370

In a few hours it will be one month since that fateful day. A day which began with incredulous disbelieve, which slowly felt it way into our conciousness, finally grabbing a firm tenacious hold of the minds of millions of people all over the world, from simple farmers like me, to statesmen and illustrious specialists and academicians.

As the days went by the enormity the event grew correspondingly and emotions of various shades flowed and ebbed with every announcement. Despair followed hope whilst desperation trade places with confusion at every possible turn. Theories and hypothesis surfaced in different tongues from far flung corners of the earth. 

Surely this extraordinary event has caught the attention and imagination of everyone, culminating in an almost unprecedented scale of humanitarian effort outside a formal multinational framework. Whilst cynics may say that each have their own special interest at heart,  but I think beneath it all is the common basic care for a fellow human being. 

And when you hear the dedicated comments of the everyday man, from another part of the globe, doing his job looking for clues and survivors, whose names he knows not, then you know that there is still that human kindness hard-coded regardless of race, color or creed.

The Malays have a saying, loosely translated; "whilst it is the eyes that see (the burden), it is the shoulders that bear (the burden)".

We all have our moments of loss and despair. But evenso I can only imagine the pain and sorrow of the families of those on the ill-fated flight. I can only imagine because mine is only the eyes that see, but theirs are the shoulders that bear the pain. To my brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers, sons and daughters, may the Almighty descend upon you soothing calmness in your  hours of greatest trials. May He strengthen you with patience and forebearance. Just so you know the world mourns with you. 

Salam, Pak Din

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Fairuz's Family Day - Welcome to the rain

The dry spell over the last few months also had its effects in Hulu Langat and Uluhati in particular. Whilst our water comes directly from the mountains, the dry spell reduced the water flow to only a trickle.  It was sufficient for own family needs, it was not enough for our guests. Hence we decided to close down temporarily for the month of March. However the last few days of March saw signs of rain and we opened our doors again to a group of guests, this time to En Fairuz and his entire bigger family, all 37 of them.

We were told that this gathering was somewhat special as many things were celebrated, birthdays and anniversaries, and all but two family members made their way back ,some as far as from America.

Prior to their arrival, I had decided to use the break in guest arrivals to do some renovations to the wash rooms facilities. Fairly confident that I would finish on time, as luck would have it many things came in between. So there I was going dizzy on Saturday morning trying to get everything completed before they arrive at 2.00 p.m. Can you imagine 37 people needing to go when the toilet is in shambles.  Thank God it was completed just in time.That's what happens when you try to be Mister Knowall.

Anyway they arrived in batches, apologizing for being late, me secretly thankful that at least I have some time to do some final touches. The program after tea was to go for a trek in the jungle. It began to drizzle but to my surprise everyone was game for it. By the time we got back it was pouring and I got worried as half of them will be tents. The tents are waterproof but still camping on wet grounds can be quite trying.

Rain or not, nothing seemed to effect their spirits. Their barbeque went on as scheduled in the Balai and when  they were given hurricane lamps to compensate for the spoilt kitchen light, someone reminisced of the good old days in Grandma's kitchen. And when the karaoke started everyone was involved, including Uncle Bob from the U.S.of A. Yes, we heard, even when we were not there.

So we thought the campfire would be a write off and the tents would be empty. To our surprise just as we were about to retire we saw a roaring fire at the campfire spot. Must have been some doing since the wood which we got ready for them were soaking wet. The next morning we learnt that almost everyone opted for the tents leaving the Longhouse almost empty, except for Grandma and Grandpa. The morning saw some of them warming themselves by the fire with someone playing the guitar.

A moment to yourself
Strumming his soul with his fingers
Campsite Uluhati
Late sleeper, who cares when your are only 3
Sister up with Mommy

A quick game of football before breakfast

Horse and Pony rides


This group really impressed us. They wanted to be together and they did just that no matter what the circumstances are, rain or shine with not a whisper of complain, at least not that we heard. Okay, there was a scream in the Ladies washroom in the morning as they discovered our resident frog in one of the cubicles. Frogs too like to get out of the rain sometimes.

Yes, animals can be quite unpredictable sometimes, not always following their script. Our squirrels for example would not eat the fruits on the trees themselves, but would rather bring them to the Coffee House and have their tea on the table top, leaving the usual mess behind.

Anyway, well done Fairuz and family. Great family. Salam and God Bless.

Sunday, December 1, 2013

THE MOTHER HEN AND ME

Let me tell you a little story about the mother hen and me. Calm down, its not that kind of story. This story happened some time back at the onset of the rainy season.

It was a dark and stormy night, as Snoopy would have had it. As per the usual nightly routine I made my way to the stables to give the horses and the fishes their supper (yes, catfish feed mostly at night and horses like to munch during the night when they get bored). The rain fell steadily as I rushed to get over the routine soonest possible. Just as I was finishing I noticed something blocking the drain which ran along the length of the stables. A blocked drain would cause a spillover which will only create a mess of the already soggy grounds. Expecting a bunch of leaves or something similar I approached the cause of the blockage and what greeted me was a total surprise. Squatting quietly in the drain was a hen half soaked in water. Without any protest (most probably numbed with cold) she allowed me to pick her up. 

As I held her I felt something wriggling beneath her. I lifted her higher and a little chick fell from beneath her wings, perfectly dry and warm. How the mother hen could have kept her warm in the flooded drain was beyond my comprehension. Without any hesitation I placed the chick in the incubator with other newborns and left the mother to go back to her usual perch. She must have been relieved. You see, she belonged to a group of recalcitrant chickens who refused to be housed with the other chickens in the hen-house. They would roost wherever they wish, mostly on top of the stables. Everything would be fine if they do not have young ones to take care of. With her usual perch on top of the stable it would not be possible to bring the chick back up for the night, hence the night spent at ground level.

This little episode got me thoughtful for along while. Why did she choose the drain instead of somewhere more convenient, say at the base of one of the big durian trees, in between the buttress roots. The answer drew on me. On open ground she and baby would have been visible to the dogs. Whilst the dogs have been taught that the chickens are off limits, one of them, Socks, sometimes finds the temptation to much for her tender heart to bear. Socks is a Collie with the most endearing of eyes and the sweetest of smiles which belie a fiendish attitude. I swear she must have been part fox. As a pup, she has been seen going after chickens and when caught in the act, she would give that "who me??..." denying look with her mouth full of feathers. As an adult, she is the only dog who would busily following us around when we are rounding the chickens for sale, seemingly offering assistance, whilst suspiciously licking her dripping mouth.

So the choice of the drain as a refuge was a smart move by the mother hen. That way she would not be visible to Socks. So who says chickens are dumb. One point for intelligence. But she did not account for the flooding drain. So shall we take away that one point.

But what touched me most was the sense of love, devotion and sacrifice demonstrated by the simple mother hen. It was most moving to see her half frozen in the drain, risking life and limb to keep her chick safe and dry. On that score I would think that she would put some, if not many humans to shame. Strange that a creature with limited intelligence and lacking in the spiritual self, as we humans like to believe can demonstrate such devotion to duty and love. What I saw was humbling and it opened another window to the endless wonders and mysteries of God's creation.

I am reminded of a saying of the Prophet (May peace be upon him). He said, " Knowledge/Wisdom is the lost camel of the believer. He picks it up where he finds it and from whichever vessel it ensues.". In this case I learned a new meaning of love, care and devotion from the most unlikely vessel, a mother hen. My late grandfather used to tell me to respect my teachers, even if they happened to be a little boy, for they are purveyors of knowledge and wisdom. I guess now I have to give chickens more respect than for their delicious meat.

The choice of camel as a symbol of lost property by the Prophet (pbuh), is quite interesting. The Prophet (pbuh) was an Arab and he was speaking to a Arab audience. To the Arab peoples, then and now, the camel is something very dear and valuable to their hearts, hence lost property = lost camel. To the Arabs the camel is among the most beautiful of creatures and many poems are recited over campfires extolling the virtues and beauty of so-and-so camel. Of course to non-Arabs like me and many others like me, this is something we would have to work very hard to understand, what more appreciate. I mean, horses, cats, dogs, even tigers, lions and arowana fish, yes, I can see the beauty in them. But camels? But never mind, to each of us his own.

The Arabs' love for camels is demonstrated yet again in another amuzing, yet gentle incident. The Prophet (pbuh) was describing paradise to a group of companions. In the middle of the discourse, a bedouin, interrupted and asked the Prophet (pbuh) if there are camels in paradise. The Prophet (pbuh) replied, "yes" and continued with his discussion,. Not believing his ears, the bedouin asked the Prophet (pbuh) again, and was given the same answer. A bit later as if to really make sure, the bedouin asked again, and the Prophet (pbuh) laughed and told him that there are camels the likes of which he has and will never see on earth. Satisfied, the Bedouin  left for his tent, probably reinforced in his determination to work for paradise where there are beautiful camels.

What is amuzing about the incident, is the demonstration of the wide spectrum of human interests, which ranges from the simple camel to the sublime ideals and principles of metaphysics. And God being the all merciful and gentle provides for all.

Goodnight and salam to all from Pak Din.

Sunday, October 6, 2013

ULUHATI: HOLIDAY CAMPS WITH ULUHATI

ULUHATI: HOLIDAY CAMPS WITH ULUHATI: The end of year long school break is coming soon, all six weeks of them beginning from mid November till just after new year 2014. Check out Uluhati Holiday Camp programs under the Page: Holiday Camps with Uluhati

Friday, September 27, 2013

ULUHATI: COUNTRY WEDDINGS AT ULUHATI

ULUHATI: COUNTRY WEDDINGS AT ULUHATI: Ever had that feeling of Dejavu each time you get invited to a wedding. You could almost visualize the setting, smell the food and hear the...

COUNTRY WEDDINGS AT ULUHATI

Ever had that feeling of Dejavu each time you get invited to a wedding. You could almost visualize the setting, smell the food and hear the sounds that normally comes with such occasions. You wonder what is new this time around but more often than not you come back feeling more of the same. Let's face it, it is getting to be quite routine and finding that difference is becoming quite a challenge.

Perhaps this is where Uluhati can make that difference. Without costing and arm or a leg, or having to mortgage you father you may yet have an event to be remembered for a long while.

With recent additions to our facilities, Uluhati is now ready to host wedding functions which, shall we say, would be a truly country in nature. To start with, Uluhati is blessed with about 2 acres of well manicured compound, surrounded by shady trees. The compound is large enough to accommodate over two thousand guests at any one time. Don't worry about the animals. We will not overdo the country flavor as all the animals will be well fed and locked up in the respective quarters during the event.




For Malay weddings with the customary Bersanding ceremony, our latest addition, the Serambi is a unique setting. The Serambi is a 20 x 20 feet covered lanai or gazebo over a swimming pool. So a Bersanding ceremony held at the Serambi will be one of a kind which the Malays might call, "Pelamin di Kayangan" or the "Wedding Dias in the Clouds". Apart from the actual bersanding you may also opt for the Akad Nikah Ceremony at the Serambi.



Alternatively you may want to hold either one of the events at the Ruai, which is the elongated varendah of the Longhouse. Measuring 60 x 12 feet this venue is also suitable for such events.



As for those who really want to have that up-close and personal thing with nature, you may want to consider having your Bersanding under the trees itself, on specially constructed tents and Dias, of course.

Our other latest structure is the Balai Warisan. This is a 50 x 20 feet long open hall with with the roof made of woven Bertam fronds ( a specie of palm). This roof structure is hardly seen today and was made by the family of the Aboriginal Headman himself. This structure can be use as the dining venue for the wedding couple together with VIP guests.

Last but not least we have the unique Uluhati Lodge (Longhouse), which can be used to house outstation guests and/or dressing rooms for the wedding couple, or as mentioned above for either the Bersanding or Akad Nikah Ceremonies.

Other things which may appear trivial but most urgent when you need them are washroom and parking facilities, both of which we are happy to say are adequate to meet most needs. Our paddock, which can be converted to a car park can accommodate up to 200 cars at any time.

The settings and the food is entirely up to the taste of the client. It could range from the simple and pragmatic to the sophisticated and luxurious. Whatever your taste could be Uluhati has the space and the facilities to make it happen. To sum it up, with all the trees and eco-friendly structures it cannot get more country than this.

For inquiries do call 012-2787722 (Safiya) or 012-2716262 (Din)