Apakah maksud industri? Industri bermaksud perusahaan, biasanya secara besar-besaran, untuk membuat , menghasilkan atau mengeluarkan barangan.( Kamus Dewan Edisi Ketiga, m/s 490)
Pada zaman sekarang, perkataan “industri” merajai dunia. Lebih daripada itu, ia merupakan titik ukur kemajuan sesebuah negara.
Lihat sahajalah, berapa banyak kategori industri yang sudah lama bertapak beserta kemunculan industri-industri baru, bagaikan cemdawan tumbuh selepas hujan. Industri perikanan, industri asas tani, industri barangan kosmetik, industri pembalakan, industri desa, industri perbankan. Industri, industri, industri. Hai, pendek kata, semua aktiviti hendak dilabel “perindustrian”.
Malang sekali, abad ke - 21 telah menyaksikan tumbuhnya aktiviti salah laku atau lebih spesifik lagi, maksiat dengan begitu berleluasa, juga atas nama industri.
Anda tahu apa yang saya maksudkan?
Itulah industri seni tanah air.
Sejak seminggu yang lalu, setiap kali ada segmen iklan di televisyen, sudah menjadi kewajipan iklan AIM 16 terpampang di skrin. Malah, saya sudah dapat mengagak, selang satu iklan, pasti selepas itu iklan AIM ke-16 akan menyusul. Terutamanya di ntv7. Sampaikan muzik tema iklan itu pun dah terngiang-ngiang dalam kepala saya.
Apa yang paling menyedihkan hati ialah anugerah-anugerah sedemikian akan lebih menggalakkan pertumbuhan “industri” tersebut.
Saya amat suka sekiranya diadakan majlis-majlis penganugerahan kepada individu-individu tertentu, bagi meraikan pencapaian dan sumbangan mereka dalam bidang yang diceburi. Majlis anugerah cemerlang di sekolah-sekolah, sambutan Hari Guru dan Hari Pekerja yang diadakan setiap tahun adalah antara contoh-contoh majlis-majlis anugerah yang positif.
Masakan tidak, kita meraikan para pelajar yang cemerlang di dalam pelajaran dan menghargai para pendidik serta kakitangan awam yang bertungkus-lumus dalam menjalankan tanggungjawab masing-masing. Hasilnya, tentulah kalau bukan semua, tetapi sekurang-kurangnya segolongan daripada mereka akan lebih bersemangat untuk terus menjalankan tugas masing-masing, sama ada belajar, mengajar atau mentadbir urusan-urusan am.
Sangat berbeza dengan AIM atau anugerah yang seumpama dengannya. Bukanlah bermaksud untuk menghentam habis-habisan majlis sebegini, tetapi sememangnya industri tersebut tidak perlu wujud ‘in the first place’!
Perlukah kita kepada “indusri-industri” sebegini? “Industri” yang menggalakkan pendedahan aurat, terutamanya aurat wanita, juga mempromosikan suara mereka yang sepatutnya ialah aurat. Bahkan, kini majlis-majlis berprestij itu dijadikan medan bagi pereka-pereka fesyen untuk mempromosikan rekaan-rekaan mereka di atas ‘karpet merah’. Suatu lagi industri yang tidak perlu tetapi malangnya semakin diminati dek dorongan yang diberikan secara tidak langsung.
Selepas ini apa pula? Adakah majlis-majlis anugerah industri seni tanah air akan membuka suatu bidang baru, misalnya menjadi medan ‘pertempuran’ penggunting-penggunting rambut profesional pula? Inilah ‘cendawan-cendawan’ yang tumbuh selepas hujan.
Rakyat Malaysia selalu bersuara mahukan kerajaan, khususnya Kementerian Pelajaran supaya ditukar kembali medium pengajaran dan pembelajaran subjek Sains dan Matematik kepada bahasa ibunda, iaitu bahasa Malaysia. Mereka mahukan supaya bahasa Malaysia dimartabatkan kembali di tanah air sendiri. Kita mesti mempunyai identiti sendiri, kata rakyat Malaysia.
Soalnya, mengapakah mesti mereka atau sebenarnya kita berdebat tentang isu-isu sebegini sedangkan gaya hidup masyarakat kini sangat cenderung ke arah barat?
Soal bukti, tidak perlulah diungkitkan lagi, sebab majlis-majlis yang dilabelkan ‘berprestij’ inilah merupakan antara bukti yang jelas rakyat Malaysia, terutamanya yang mengaku beragama Islam, sememangnya tidak sayangkan identiti sendiri. Majlis yang dikaitkan dengan “glam”/’glamorous’ dan ‘red carpet’ bukankah asalnya dari Barat?
Buat pengetahuan umum, sekarang ada satu rancangan realiti bernama “Worldstar Search” (kalau tidak silap) yang mencari model dan artis untuk diberikan peluang untuk ke Hollywood. Memang ramai yang menyertai rancangan tersebut di mana mereka akan diadili oleh beberapa orang juri di atas kriteria-kriteria tertentu sebelum mereka akan mara ke peringkat terakhir. Di penghujungnya, mereka yang ‘bertuah’ akan dapat pergi ke Hollywood. Sebenarnya, saya kurang pasti apakah motif rancangan ini. Apa-apa pun, para artis dan model yang saya tonton di kaca tv semalam kelihatan teruja kerana terpilih ke peringkat akhir. Teruja kerana dapat peluang untuk bertemu bintang pujaan mereka di Hollywood…
Jadi, kalau budaya sendiri tidak diangkat, buat apalah hendak berdebat isu-isu yang relatifnya kecil (seperti PPSMI) jika dibandingkan dengan isu kemerosotan akhlak ini.
Anehnya, kalau orang kata “kemerosotan akhlak” ataupun “peningkatan gejala sosial” semua orang akan marah. Tapi, apabila BENDA YANG SAMA tetapi kita cuma ‘rebranding’ sikit kepada AIM, Worldstar Search, OIAM dan lain-lain ‘brand’, diam seribu bahasa..
Inilah realiti negara Islam Malaysia..atas nama agama melalak tapi tidak bertindak, atas nama industri bisu dan dibiarkan, agaknya bunyi cengkerik di pagi hari pun lagi kuat.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Ilmu Hisab yang Menginsafkan - bahagian 2
Adakah anda masih berminat untuk mengetahui tentang ‘garisan yang misteri’ itu?
Baiklah. (sebab kesian punya pasal aku bagitahu la..)
Guna mata anda..dan pusing tapak tangan ke atas..dan..tada!
Dah nampak ‘garisan-garisan misteri’ tu?
Hehehe, saya minta maaf sebab buat anda saspen je.(ke korang dah agak dah??) Sebenarnya garisan yang saya maksudkan itu ialah garisan di atas tapak tangan kita.
Cuba perhatikan, dalam banyak-banyak garisan itu, ada beberapa garisan yang lebih jelas berbanding ‘calaran-calaran’ yang lain.
Sesetengah orang akan guna garisan-garisan atas tapak tangan manusia untuk menilik nasib dan masa depan mereka.
Pernah dengar tak, kalau garisan yang macam nombor satu tu, terus bersambung dari hujung ke hujung (maksudnya tak terputus), itu tandanya orang itu berjimat-cermat. Sebaliknya, kalau garisan ‘nombor satu’ itu Cuma sekerat jalan saje, maknenya orang tu seorang yang boros! (Habis tu aku ni borosla ye..)
Aku tak percaya yang nasib ataupun peribadi seseorang dicerminkan melalui tilikan tapak tangan ataupun kepercayaan tahayul lain yang seumpama dengannya.
Apa yang menjadi asas keyakinanku kini ialah semua yang berlaku dalam peredaran masa yang masih berjalan ini, semuanya, adalah dengan kuasa dan izin pencipta garisan-garisan ajaib di atas tapak tangan makhluk bernama manusia.
Semenjak aku belajar ilmu sains, atau lebih spesifik lagi, biologi, aku telah mengetahui bahawa hidupan bernyawa yang paling kecil ialah sel. Lantas, aku selalu membayangkan diriku..yang bermula dari bukan satu sel, tetapi percantuman dua sel berlainan jantina, yang mana dari pertemuan itulah..aku berkembang menjadi individu hebat serta berilmu yang berupaya menekan papan kekunci untuk menulis dan melakarkan bibit-bibit kehidupanku di atas skrin blogger.
Sepertimana yang selalu diulang-ulang di dalam Al-Quran, bahawa Allah SWT menciptakan makhluk-Nya dengan berpasang-pasangan, iaitu dari dua, barulah makhluk-makhluknya boleh berkembang biak di atas bumi ini. Sedangkan Dia, adalah Yang Maha Esa, hanya satu. Itulah bezanya kita dan Dia. Kita diciptakan berpasangan, haiwan juga berpasangan, bahkan pokok juga ada bahagian jantan dan betina, sedangkan Allah ialah Pencipta kita yang satu.
Tetapi manusia selalu alpa.
Baiklah. (sebab kesian punya pasal aku bagitahu la..)
Guna mata anda..dan pusing tapak tangan ke atas..dan..tada!
Dah nampak ‘garisan-garisan misteri’ tu?
Hehehe, saya minta maaf sebab buat anda saspen je.(ke korang dah agak dah??) Sebenarnya garisan yang saya maksudkan itu ialah garisan di atas tapak tangan kita.
Cuba perhatikan, dalam banyak-banyak garisan itu, ada beberapa garisan yang lebih jelas berbanding ‘calaran-calaran’ yang lain.
Sesetengah orang akan guna garisan-garisan atas tapak tangan manusia untuk menilik nasib dan masa depan mereka.
Pernah dengar tak, kalau garisan yang macam nombor satu tu, terus bersambung dari hujung ke hujung (maksudnya tak terputus), itu tandanya orang itu berjimat-cermat. Sebaliknya, kalau garisan ‘nombor satu’ itu Cuma sekerat jalan saje, maknenya orang tu seorang yang boros! (Habis tu aku ni borosla ye..)
Aku tak percaya yang nasib ataupun peribadi seseorang dicerminkan melalui tilikan tapak tangan ataupun kepercayaan tahayul lain yang seumpama dengannya.
Apa yang menjadi asas keyakinanku kini ialah semua yang berlaku dalam peredaran masa yang masih berjalan ini, semuanya, adalah dengan kuasa dan izin pencipta garisan-garisan ajaib di atas tapak tangan makhluk bernama manusia.
Semenjak aku belajar ilmu sains, atau lebih spesifik lagi, biologi, aku telah mengetahui bahawa hidupan bernyawa yang paling kecil ialah sel. Lantas, aku selalu membayangkan diriku..yang bermula dari bukan satu sel, tetapi percantuman dua sel berlainan jantina, yang mana dari pertemuan itulah..aku berkembang menjadi individu hebat serta berilmu yang berupaya menekan papan kekunci untuk menulis dan melakarkan bibit-bibit kehidupanku di atas skrin blogger.
Sepertimana yang selalu diulang-ulang di dalam Al-Quran, bahawa Allah SWT menciptakan makhluk-Nya dengan berpasang-pasangan, iaitu dari dua, barulah makhluk-makhluknya boleh berkembang biak di atas bumi ini. Sedangkan Dia, adalah Yang Maha Esa, hanya satu. Itulah bezanya kita dan Dia. Kita diciptakan berpasangan, haiwan juga berpasangan, bahkan pokok juga ada bahagian jantan dan betina, sedangkan Allah ialah Pencipta kita yang satu.
Tetapi manusia selalu alpa.
Selalu leka.
Terlalu bersuka ria.
Sehingga lupa pada pencipta.
Malah, terdapat golongan manusia yang menidakkan kewujudan Ilah. Bermula daripada teori evolusi Darwinisme, yang menyatakan bahawa hidupan terjadi secara “spontan” dan terus “berevolusi” dan akan “terus berevolusi” agaknya, sehingga bila pun tidak dinyatakan. Seperti tiada penamat. Padahal Charles Darwin sendiri sudah tidak wujud di dunia ini. Oh, ironisnya Darwinisme.
Oleh sebab itu, diriku percaya, bahawa garisan-garisan yang seolah-olah diukir di atas tapak tangan manusia itu, merupakan suatu bentuk peringatan. Peringatan bahawa adanya yang menciptakan kamu. Bahawa kamu tidak terjadi sendiri. Bahkan sangat mudah untuk hidupmu terhenti.
Justeru, jika kamu berasa letih dan kecewa dengan hidup di dunia ini ataupun sebaliknya berasa terlalu ghairah dengan kemewahan yang dimiliki, berehatlah sebentar, makan kit-kat dan lihatlah garisan-garisan di atas tapak tangan sendiri.
Oleh sebab itu, diriku percaya, bahawa garisan-garisan yang seolah-olah diukir di atas tapak tangan manusia itu, merupakan suatu bentuk peringatan. Peringatan bahawa adanya yang menciptakan kamu. Bahawa kamu tidak terjadi sendiri. Bahkan sangat mudah untuk hidupmu terhenti.
Justeru, jika kamu berasa letih dan kecewa dengan hidup di dunia ini ataupun sebaliknya berasa terlalu ghairah dengan kemewahan yang dimiliki, berehatlah sebentar, makan kit-kat dan lihatlah garisan-garisan di atas tapak tangan sendiri.
Kepada yang kecewa, janganlah cepat berputus asa, kerana sesungguhnya tidak berputus asa dari rahmat Allah melainkan orang-orang kafir.
Manakala kepada insan yang suka kepada wang dan segala kekayaan anda, sehingga masih merasakan tidak cukup lagi, ingatlah bahawa harta itu bukannya milik anda. Allah menganugerahi harta yang berlonggok-longgok itu ialah supaya kamu memberikan bahagian-bahagiannya kepada mereka yang berhak melalui kaedah zakat. Bukannya menyakitkan hati si fakir miskin dengan Mersedez Benz, banglo tiga tingkat dan kilauan cincin-cincin emas yang tersarung di jari-jemari anda. Ingatlah ada yang mengawasi, kalau bukan polis, pencuri. Kalau bukan pencuri..hmm..anda tentu tahu siapa lagi yang mengawasi, bukan?
Gunakan hanya 5 minit daripada 24 jam=1440 minit sehari untuk merenung tapak tangan sendiri. Gunakan juga kemahiran matematik anda dan silalah tambah. Kanan, 18, kiri pula 81..jadi jumlahnya...100! -1=99..hehe
Gunakan hanya 5 minit daripada 24 jam=1440 minit sehari untuk merenung tapak tangan sendiri. Gunakan juga kemahiran matematik anda dan silalah tambah. Kanan, 18, kiri pula 81..jadi jumlahnya...100! -1=99..hehe
Doa itu senjata orang-orang mukmin
Doa dipohon bukan dengan telinga..bukan dengan
perut..tetapi dengan menadah kedua tapak tangan..Sambil meratap dan mengharap, janganlah lupa untuk mengingati..pemilik nombor 99 ini..iaitu Penguasa Alam Semesta, yang memiliki 99 nama yang mulia.Kalau benar kamu kasih pada-Nya..dengan spontan..bibirmu akan melekat pada garisan-garisan peringatan itu, bersama titisan-titisan air yang berjuraian dari mata..
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Ilmu Hisab yang Menginsafkan-bahagian 1
Akhirnya. At last. Berkesempatan juga nak tulis blog.
Akibat terlalu banyak benda nak dibuat, tambah lagi aku ni seorang ‘master planner’, wah, memang hebat satu hari ni!
Cuci tandas (rajinnya), sapu sampah, makan pagi, tengok tv, solat, basuh kain, jemur kain, baca novel (aik?)..
Itu nak buat. Ini nak buat. (padahal benda-benda biasa je..kuang3x)
Oklah. Ape-ape pun sempat jugak menceriakan blogku ini dengan bahasa dan tulisanku yang sungguh berseni, kucar-kacir dan kepasaran. (tak payah cari, takde dalam kamus dewan punye..)
Sebenarnya, buntu jugak memikirkan apa yang nak ditulis. Apa yang nak dikongsi. Sebab dah lewat ni. Lagi 20 minit masuk hari yang baru.
Fikir punye fikir, punye fikir…punye fikir..
Tiba-tiba…
Garisan.
Ya. Itulah yang ingin saya kongsikan pada malam ini tuan-tuan dan puan-puan sekalian.
Garisan.
Tapi, bukan sebarang garisan. (hohoho..misteri tak?)
Kalau bercakap pasal garisan, para peminat seni, pelukis terutamanya, meeesti suka. Saya tahu, sebab masa sekolah menengah dulu pernah belajar Pendidikan Seni. Iya dong, pendidikan seni, sewaktu aku berada di tingkatan 1, dong.
Teman-teman sekalian, kalau mahu tahu, perkara pertama sekali yang diajarkan oleh guru ialah ga ri san. Cikgu menyuruh kami melukis seberapa banyak jenis garisan yang dapat kami temui. Bingung sekali aku dibuatnya. Apa ini? Belajar garisan? Budak-budak kecil pun tahu dong! Hmm..tetapi selepas itu, bila sudah dewasa sikit, baru aku faham dan sadar bahawa bila mana seseorang pelukis itu bijak memanipulasikan garisan, wah, bisa kaya dirinya! Boleh jual lukisan hingga berjuta-juta ringgit..eh..rupiah! Ya, apa boleh buat, itulah seni. Memang aneh sedikit bidang seni ini.
Baiklah, mari kita pulang ke Malaysia. Garisan yang ingin saya ceritakan bukannya garisan yang dipelajari di dalam bilik-bilik seni. Tetapi, garisan ini sebenarnya, dimiliki oleh semua orang! Ya, bahkan setiap garisan ini unik dan tidak sama antara satu individu dengan individu yang lain!
Semakin misteri nampaknya..hahaha...
Anda mahu tahu apakah garisan ini? Mahu?
Jawapannya...tunggu besok sajalah..aku nak tidur dah..hehehe
Akibat terlalu banyak benda nak dibuat, tambah lagi aku ni seorang ‘master planner’, wah, memang hebat satu hari ni!
Cuci tandas (rajinnya), sapu sampah, makan pagi, tengok tv, solat, basuh kain, jemur kain, baca novel (aik?)..
Itu nak buat. Ini nak buat. (padahal benda-benda biasa je..kuang3x)
Oklah. Ape-ape pun sempat jugak menceriakan blogku ini dengan bahasa dan tulisanku yang sungguh berseni, kucar-kacir dan kepasaran. (tak payah cari, takde dalam kamus dewan punye..)
Sebenarnya, buntu jugak memikirkan apa yang nak ditulis. Apa yang nak dikongsi. Sebab dah lewat ni. Lagi 20 minit masuk hari yang baru.
Fikir punye fikir, punye fikir…punye fikir..
Tiba-tiba…
Garisan.
Ya. Itulah yang ingin saya kongsikan pada malam ini tuan-tuan dan puan-puan sekalian.
Garisan.
Tapi, bukan sebarang garisan. (hohoho..misteri tak?)
Kalau bercakap pasal garisan, para peminat seni, pelukis terutamanya, meeesti suka. Saya tahu, sebab masa sekolah menengah dulu pernah belajar Pendidikan Seni. Iya dong, pendidikan seni, sewaktu aku berada di tingkatan 1, dong.
Teman-teman sekalian, kalau mahu tahu, perkara pertama sekali yang diajarkan oleh guru ialah ga ri san. Cikgu menyuruh kami melukis seberapa banyak jenis garisan yang dapat kami temui. Bingung sekali aku dibuatnya. Apa ini? Belajar garisan? Budak-budak kecil pun tahu dong! Hmm..tetapi selepas itu, bila sudah dewasa sikit, baru aku faham dan sadar bahawa bila mana seseorang pelukis itu bijak memanipulasikan garisan, wah, bisa kaya dirinya! Boleh jual lukisan hingga berjuta-juta ringgit..eh..rupiah! Ya, apa boleh buat, itulah seni. Memang aneh sedikit bidang seni ini.
Baiklah, mari kita pulang ke Malaysia. Garisan yang ingin saya ceritakan bukannya garisan yang dipelajari di dalam bilik-bilik seni. Tetapi, garisan ini sebenarnya, dimiliki oleh semua orang! Ya, bahkan setiap garisan ini unik dan tidak sama antara satu individu dengan individu yang lain!
Semakin misteri nampaknya..hahaha...
Anda mahu tahu apakah garisan ini? Mahu?
Jawapannya...tunggu besok sajalah..aku nak tidur dah..hehehe
Monday, April 27, 2009
Susah Senang dalam Kematian
Bahagia hidup di dunia...seperti tiada nilainya pabila mengenangkan tujuan seterusnya
Dalam kehidupan adakalanya kita jatuh. Kemudian kita bangun semula. Ada kalanya kita susah dan ada masanya kita senang. Itulah kehidupan.
Ironi sekali, kematian juga begitu.
Sedangkan kehidupan..dan kematian..adalah dua perkara yang bertentangan antara satu sama lain. Malah mereka ini adalah ‘musuh’ sejak azali lagi kerana sifat semula jadi masing-masing yang saling bertentangan.
Hidup. Bererti dapat menarik nafas sedalam-dalam yang kita mahukan. Bererti otak masih sihat mengawal atur proses-proses metabolik dalam badan. Bererti jantung masih kuat mengepam darah dengan kekuatan yang setanding enjin yang memacu kereta-kereta di jalanan.Bererti dapat berjalan, berlari, makan, minum, pendek kata apa sahaja yang kau mahukan, dapat dilakukan!
Oh, hebat bukan kehidupan ini?
Tapi, bagaimana kalau saya beritahu anda bahawa segala keseronokan hidup yang anda kecapi sehinggalah saat ini, akan hilang dalam masa 24 jam lagi?
Saya tidak merepek. Tidak. Malah apa yang saya sedang perkatakan ini telah terjadi, dan mungkin sedang terjadi ketika ini, dan sudah pasti bakal terjadi.
Iaitu semua yang hidup PASTI MATI.
Baiklah, mungkin bukan 24 jam lagi, tapi adakah kita tahu tepat pukul berapakah Izrail akan datang menjemput kita? Lebih tepat lagi, menjemput roh kita ke alam seterusnya? Di mana di sana kita akan menjalani dan ‘menikmati’ suatu lagi tempoh, tempoh penantian, sebelum tiba Hari Yang Dijanjikan itu.
Tidak boleh bukan? Tiada siapa pun yang dapat meramal tentang ajal, baik ajal sendiri, mahupun ajal orang lain.
Bilakah aku akan mati?
Di bumi manakah aku akan disemadikan?
Dalam keadaan apakah aku mati?
Adakah aku mati dalam keadaan yang hina ataupun dimuliakan?
Apakah sebab aku mati? Sakit, ditembak, ditikam, atau mati mempertahankan negara?
Semuanya soalan. Tiada satu pun jawapan.
Tapi, ada satu perkara penting di sini. Iaitu kita semua akan mati.
Senang sahaja kan, untuk sebut “mati”?
Semuanya soalan. Tiada satu pun jawapan.
Tapi, ada satu perkara penting di sini. Iaitu kita semua akan mati.
Senang sahaja kan, untuk sebut “mati”?
“Matilah kau, anak tak guna! Menyusahkan mak bapak! Baik kau tak payah hidup
dalam dunia ni!!” (Contohnya)
“Aah, pergi mampus la dengan kau punya nasihat tu! Yang kau sibuk tu kenapa? Tak ada kerja lain ke?”(Contoh lagi)
Kan, senang sangat kalau hendak sebut perkataan “mati” ini.
Apa lagi yang “senang” kalau disebutkan bab mati ini?
Hendak matilah, senang. (Apa ni??) Tak, maksudnya, mudah sahaja untuk seseorang manusia atau sesiapa sahaja makhluk bernyawa untuk menemui mautnya.
Tarik picu pistol, dah boleh bunuh orang. Ambil parang tetak kepala orang, tambah lagi seorang jenazah. Sampaikan saya pernah terbaca dalam satu buku cerita detektif, pembunuh guna daging lembu yang beku sebagai alat pembunuhan! Keras sangat sampai boleh dibuat pemukul kepala. Kreatif juga, kan pembunuh itu?
Itu baru mati sebab dibunuh. Ada banyak lagi sebab kematian. Misalnya wabak penyakit. Wabak ialah penyakit yang berjangkit, ertinya ia boleh merebak dengan sangat cepat di dalam suatu komuniti itu sebelum kita sempat berbuat apa-apa. Semalam, dalam warta berita dilaporkan tentang kumunculan wabak “selsema babi” di Mexico yang telah pun meragut beberepa puluh nyawa. Sesiapa sahaja yang baru pulang dari melawat Mexico telah disuruh untuk menjalani pemeriksaan kesihatan di negara masing-masing, untuk mengesan adakah mereka juga terkena wabak itu. Ini merupakan langkah berjaga-jaga kerajaan agar virus selsema itu tidak merebak ke seluruh negara, jika benar ada yang telah membawa masuk virus itu (secara tidak sengaja). Sekarang, satu dunia dalam keadaan berjaga-jaga, terutamanya Asia kerana rantau ini pernah dilanda ‘sepupu’ wabak itu beberapa tahun sebelum ini iaitu selsema burung.(H5NI)
Alangkah mudahnya mati?
Tapi hakikat mati hanya ashab al-kubur sahaja yang tahu. Dan Allah SWT tentunya.
Peritnya rasa apabila roh sedang berpisah dengan jasad, dari kaki, pusat, dada, tekak dan sebagainya, tidak tergambar rasanya. (Maaf, saya kekurangan ilmu) Kita, orang-orang yang menziarahi mereka yang sedang nazak, hanya dapat melihat dari tepi dan tidak mampu hendak memahami keperitan azab yang sedang dilalui. Bukankah ada riwayat mengatakan sakit mati itu hanya satu persepuluh daripada kesakitan melahirkan anak? Jika begitu, dapatkah kita bayangkan apabila sakit ibu-ibu melahirkan digandakan sepuluh kali ganda dan diletakkan atas kita sekaligus pada satu saat, yakni saat malaikat Allah Izrail a.s menarik roh kita? Sedangkan sesetengah lelaki bergelar suami pun pengsan ketika menemani isteri mereka bersalin, inikan pula wanita. Bukan ingin mengatakan wanita lemah, tetapi hakikatnya memang begitu. (Hahaha..ape ni??)
Jadi, untuk mati senang tetapi menghadapi mati..cukup susah. Apakah kita sudah bersedia? Dalam mungkin…24 jam lagi?
Itu baru mati sebab dibunuh. Ada banyak lagi sebab kematian. Misalnya wabak penyakit. Wabak ialah penyakit yang berjangkit, ertinya ia boleh merebak dengan sangat cepat di dalam suatu komuniti itu sebelum kita sempat berbuat apa-apa. Semalam, dalam warta berita dilaporkan tentang kumunculan wabak “selsema babi” di Mexico yang telah pun meragut beberepa puluh nyawa. Sesiapa sahaja yang baru pulang dari melawat Mexico telah disuruh untuk menjalani pemeriksaan kesihatan di negara masing-masing, untuk mengesan adakah mereka juga terkena wabak itu. Ini merupakan langkah berjaga-jaga kerajaan agar virus selsema itu tidak merebak ke seluruh negara, jika benar ada yang telah membawa masuk virus itu (secara tidak sengaja). Sekarang, satu dunia dalam keadaan berjaga-jaga, terutamanya Asia kerana rantau ini pernah dilanda ‘sepupu’ wabak itu beberapa tahun sebelum ini iaitu selsema burung.(H5NI)
Alangkah mudahnya mati?
Tapi hakikat mati hanya ashab al-kubur sahaja yang tahu. Dan Allah SWT tentunya.
Peritnya rasa apabila roh sedang berpisah dengan jasad, dari kaki, pusat, dada, tekak dan sebagainya, tidak tergambar rasanya. (Maaf, saya kekurangan ilmu) Kita, orang-orang yang menziarahi mereka yang sedang nazak, hanya dapat melihat dari tepi dan tidak mampu hendak memahami keperitan azab yang sedang dilalui. Bukankah ada riwayat mengatakan sakit mati itu hanya satu persepuluh daripada kesakitan melahirkan anak? Jika begitu, dapatkah kita bayangkan apabila sakit ibu-ibu melahirkan digandakan sepuluh kali ganda dan diletakkan atas kita sekaligus pada satu saat, yakni saat malaikat Allah Izrail a.s menarik roh kita? Sedangkan sesetengah lelaki bergelar suami pun pengsan ketika menemani isteri mereka bersalin, inikan pula wanita. Bukan ingin mengatakan wanita lemah, tetapi hakikatnya memang begitu. (Hahaha..ape ni??)
Jadi, untuk mati senang tetapi menghadapi mati..cukup susah. Apakah kita sudah bersedia? Dalam mungkin…24 jam lagi?
Semoga bertemu kembali, dalam 24 jam lagi. Mungkin. (",)
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Excruciating Origin
Did you ever wonder where the word "excruciating" originates from? Excruciating carries the meaning of "extremely painful" according to Oxford Advanced Learner's Dictionary, 2000 Edition on page 456. Hmm..nice page number, don't you think? 456, an easy number to remember..as I hope we will all remember the origins of the word "excruciating".
A few weeks ago, Christians celebrate the Holy Week, which is a whole week of commemorating the events that lead to Jesus's death and resurrection, based on my understanding.
The Holy Week started with Palm Sunday, where Christians remember the Sunday on which Jesus triumphantly enters Jerusalem. I don't know of any special or specific events on the the Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday leading to Maundy/ Holy Thursday. But on Holy Thursday, they believed was the day of the Last Supper, before Jesus was to die the next day, which they named Good Friday. Then on the coming Sunday Jesus came to life, which is called Easter Sunday. Do you know of "Easter Bunny" or "Easter Eggs"? Yup, it's actually a celebration based on the Easter Sunday, the day Jesus was 'resurrected'. (And I used to like to celebrate easter..)
Ok, after all that talk about the Holy Week, "excruciating" still isn't on the screen, right?
All right, here comes the "excruciating" aka extremely painful part.
The word "excruciating" literally means "out of crucifying". In Christianity, their believe is that a Holy son of God, Jesus, had to sacrifice himself so that the sins of everyone on this planet will be redeemed. What is the method of this so-called sacrifice? Jesus was nailed on a big cross and left to hang there until he died. This is called "crucifixion".
Crucifixion dates back to the Roman Empire where it is used as a death penalty, reserved for the worst criminals.
What I want to emphasise here is the reality of crucifixion. Do we really know how it really feels to be firstly, NAILED onto a pole/stick, then have the pole stuck upright on the ground WHILE WE'RE STILL STUCK TO IT? Well, not us, but whoever is being crucified.
In Islam, we believe that it was not Prophet Isa a.s who was crucified. Instead, it was another person who, by the power of Allah, suddenly attained Prophet Isa's face.
But the point is, have we ever wondered what's it really like for the person who is being crucified?
While I was checking my mailbox, I found this amazing article entitled "The Scientific Death of Jesus" by Dr. Mercola. http://articles.mercola.com/sites/articles/archive/2009/04/09/The-Scientific-Death-of-Jesus.aspx
In brief, the article tells in a scientific perspective of the pain that Jesus endured during the crucifixion period. You can check out the article in full in the link above complete with a video clip.
However, I would like to point out a few details that I feel I should share as a muslim.
No.1 I had always thought that 'Jesus' was nailed ON THE PALMS. But, in that article, it said that in fact, Jesus had been nailed through HIS PULSES. (Between the bones of radius and ulna, at his wrist, I think) Because, if the nails were hammered through his palms, the flesh of his palms would SIMPLY TEAR OUT DUE TO THE BODY WEIGHT. (Tangan akan terkoyak sebab tak dapat menampung keberatan badan) So, even Christians themselves don't really know the facts about their belief, because it shows on the many crucifix (the statue of a cross with the body of Jesus on it) that they made. Usually, the nails are on his palms. Or there were simply no nails at all.
No.2 The pain was not only due to having nails hammered onto the palms, but also the effect of being hanged onto a pole. On the cross, the person must use his back muscles in order to keep breathing, because the torso was being pulled down by gravity and thus cannot function normally. (Try imagining) Also keep in mind that both feet are also nailed together on the cross. Therefore, the person is supporting his body weight with (gulp) his feet while trying to breathe at the same time. Now, do we realize the painful "experience" of the crucified?
No. 3 In the article it is also mentioned that Jesus shed EVERY DROP OF BLOOD from his body until there was no more blood in his body that he started to pour liquid from the nailholes. It lasted for almost three hours. Only then, did he died.
We should not limit crucification in terms of Christianity only. Did you know that Japan also
practiced this form of punishment during the Meiji era?
And..do you know that even NOW some countries have this sort of punishment written in the law of their country? Iran, is one of the countries still practicing crucification based on the interpretation of this Quranic ayah :
'The punishment of those who wage war against Allah and His Messenger, and strive with might and main for mischief through the land is: execution, or crucifixion, or the cutting off of hands and feet from opposite sides, or exile from the land: that is their disgrace in this world, and a heavy punishment is theirs in the Hereafter.' Surah 5:33
I'm not saying Iran is cruel or anything. That is their country and their law. Furthermore I am also a muslim, so I believe in the Quran. And, I also do not know what sort of crimes are punishable by crucification in the country. It could be the crimes are so evil that the only deterrent would be some kind of likely punishment.
Having said all of the above, I would like to share my personal view on this matter.
Ok. Firstly, I believe that it was not Prophet Isa a.s that had been crucified, as Christians do. I believe it was one of the people that Prophet Isa was sent as a Prophet, the same as Prophet Muhammad was sent as the Last Prophet and for all mankind that was on the cross at the time. In the Quran, it is told that the Jews changed the words of the bible/Injil to suit their own demands. It is also told that Prophet Isa never claimed to be the son of God and only came to bring his people back towards prostrating to the only one God there is which is Allah and to do good as well as avoiding sins. He was a messenger, just like every other messenger before him and the one last messenger after him.
Yet, look at what has prevailed. There are many religions across the world. Two dominant religions are Christian and Islam. When there should only be one. Because the essence of both religions is the same! The only difference is that Christians never accepted Nabi Muhammad as the Last Prophet. Thus, we are two, when it should only be one.
The person who Cristians thought was Jesus, was one of the many humans who wanted to kill Prophet Isa a.s. Alhamdulillah, Allah the Almighty had saved him from the painful death on the cross. The people of Prophet Isa a.s rejoiced for they thought they had killed the messenger of Allah. When they had only killed one of their own, without knowledge of course.
I feel that whoever was on the cross at the time had suffered unimaginable pain. Imagine plotting to kill one man, when suddenly you yourself was being captured instead! Imagine the confusion of that man! He must have said, "No, I'm not Isa you fools! I'm one of you! You've got the wrong person!" And in the end, nobody listened to him because little did he know, his face was the face of Prophet Isa a.s. There he was, nailed on the cross, with his own people jeering happily before him. What could have been his last thoughts? Did he finally admit that there is no God but Allah, and that Prophet Isa is His Messenger..? Only Allah knows. Even if that were his last thoughts, he no longer had the life to tell his people.
Alhamdulillah, thank you Allah, for saving your Prophet Isa from the excruciating death he could have had. Perhaps, one day, we might be able to see him..when the end draws near.
Sources:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crucifixion#Cross_shape
http://articles.mercola.com/sites/articles/archive/2009/04/09/The-Scientific-Death-of-Jesus.aspx
http://www.entourages.com/barbs/holyweek.htm
A few weeks ago, Christians celebrate the Holy Week, which is a whole week of commemorating the events that lead to Jesus's death and resurrection, based on my understanding.
The Holy Week started with Palm Sunday, where Christians remember the Sunday on which Jesus triumphantly enters Jerusalem. I don't know of any special or specific events on the the Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday leading to Maundy/ Holy Thursday. But on Holy Thursday, they believed was the day of the Last Supper, before Jesus was to die the next day, which they named Good Friday. Then on the coming Sunday Jesus came to life, which is called Easter Sunday. Do you know of "Easter Bunny" or "Easter Eggs"? Yup, it's actually a celebration based on the Easter Sunday, the day Jesus was 'resurrected'. (And I used to like to celebrate easter..)
Ok, after all that talk about the Holy Week, "excruciating" still isn't on the screen, right?
All right, here comes the "excruciating" aka extremely painful part.
The word "excruciating" literally means "out of crucifying". In Christianity, their believe is that a Holy son of God, Jesus, had to sacrifice himself so that the sins of everyone on this planet will be redeemed. What is the method of this so-called sacrifice? Jesus was nailed on a big cross and left to hang there until he died. This is called "crucifixion".
Crucifixion dates back to the Roman Empire where it is used as a death penalty, reserved for the worst criminals.
What I want to emphasise here is the reality of crucifixion. Do we really know how it really feels to be firstly, NAILED onto a pole/stick, then have the pole stuck upright on the ground WHILE WE'RE STILL STUCK TO IT? Well, not us, but whoever is being crucified.
In Islam, we believe that it was not Prophet Isa a.s who was crucified. Instead, it was another person who, by the power of Allah, suddenly attained Prophet Isa's face.
But the point is, have we ever wondered what's it really like for the person who is being crucified?
While I was checking my mailbox, I found this amazing article entitled "The Scientific Death of Jesus" by Dr. Mercola. http://articles.mercola.com/sites/articles/archive/2009/04/09/The-Scientific-Death-of-Jesus.aspx
In brief, the article tells in a scientific perspective of the pain that Jesus endured during the crucifixion period. You can check out the article in full in the link above complete with a video clip.
However, I would like to point out a few details that I feel I should share as a muslim.
No.1 I had always thought that 'Jesus' was nailed ON THE PALMS. But, in that article, it said that in fact, Jesus had been nailed through HIS PULSES. (Between the bones of radius and ulna, at his wrist, I think) Because, if the nails were hammered through his palms, the flesh of his palms would SIMPLY TEAR OUT DUE TO THE BODY WEIGHT. (Tangan akan terkoyak sebab tak dapat menampung keberatan badan) So, even Christians themselves don't really know the facts about their belief, because it shows on the many crucifix (the statue of a cross with the body of Jesus on it) that they made. Usually, the nails are on his palms. Or there were simply no nails at all.
No.2 The pain was not only due to having nails hammered onto the palms, but also the effect of being hanged onto a pole. On the cross, the person must use his back muscles in order to keep breathing, because the torso was being pulled down by gravity and thus cannot function normally. (Try imagining) Also keep in mind that both feet are also nailed together on the cross. Therefore, the person is supporting his body weight with (gulp) his feet while trying to breathe at the same time. Now, do we realize the painful "experience" of the crucified?
No. 3 In the article it is also mentioned that Jesus shed EVERY DROP OF BLOOD from his body until there was no more blood in his body that he started to pour liquid from the nailholes. It lasted for almost three hours. Only then, did he died.
We should not limit crucification in terms of Christianity only. Did you know that Japan also
practiced this form of punishment during the Meiji era?
Crucifixion in the Meiji era
And..do you know that even NOW some countries have this sort of punishment written in the law of their country? Iran, is one of the countries still practicing crucification based on the interpretation of this Quranic ayah :
'The punishment of those who wage war against Allah and His Messenger, and strive with might and main for mischief through the land is: execution, or crucifixion, or the cutting off of hands and feet from opposite sides, or exile from the land: that is their disgrace in this world, and a heavy punishment is theirs in the Hereafter.' Surah 5:33
I'm not saying Iran is cruel or anything. That is their country and their law. Furthermore I am also a muslim, so I believe in the Quran. And, I also do not know what sort of crimes are punishable by crucification in the country. It could be the crimes are so evil that the only deterrent would be some kind of likely punishment.
Having said all of the above, I would like to share my personal view on this matter.
Ok. Firstly, I believe that it was not Prophet Isa a.s that had been crucified, as Christians do. I believe it was one of the people that Prophet Isa was sent as a Prophet, the same as Prophet Muhammad was sent as the Last Prophet and for all mankind that was on the cross at the time. In the Quran, it is told that the Jews changed the words of the bible/Injil to suit their own demands. It is also told that Prophet Isa never claimed to be the son of God and only came to bring his people back towards prostrating to the only one God there is which is Allah and to do good as well as avoiding sins. He was a messenger, just like every other messenger before him and the one last messenger after him.
Yet, look at what has prevailed. There are many religions across the world. Two dominant religions are Christian and Islam. When there should only be one. Because the essence of both religions is the same! The only difference is that Christians never accepted Nabi Muhammad as the Last Prophet. Thus, we are two, when it should only be one.
The person who Cristians thought was Jesus, was one of the many humans who wanted to kill Prophet Isa a.s. Alhamdulillah, Allah the Almighty had saved him from the painful death on the cross. The people of Prophet Isa a.s rejoiced for they thought they had killed the messenger of Allah. When they had only killed one of their own, without knowledge of course.
I feel that whoever was on the cross at the time had suffered unimaginable pain. Imagine plotting to kill one man, when suddenly you yourself was being captured instead! Imagine the confusion of that man! He must have said, "No, I'm not Isa you fools! I'm one of you! You've got the wrong person!" And in the end, nobody listened to him because little did he know, his face was the face of Prophet Isa a.s. There he was, nailed on the cross, with his own people jeering happily before him. What could have been his last thoughts? Did he finally admit that there is no God but Allah, and that Prophet Isa is His Messenger..? Only Allah knows. Even if that were his last thoughts, he no longer had the life to tell his people.
Alhamdulillah, thank you Allah, for saving your Prophet Isa from the excruciating death he could have had. Perhaps, one day, we might be able to see him..when the end draws near.
Sources:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crucifixion#Cross_shape
http://articles.mercola.com/sites/articles/archive/2009/04/09/The-Scientific-Death-of-Jesus.aspx
http://www.entourages.com/barbs/holyweek.htm
Friday, April 24, 2009
Ayuh, Mari Berpesta!!
Dalam dunia ni ada berjenis-jenis pesta. Pesta makan semestinya. Pesta tari-menari pun ada. Pesta berkaraoke pun ada. Pendek kata, macam-macam jenis pesta ada. Dan semuanya mestilah memerlukan tenaga, baik daripada pihak penganjur mahupun para peserta pesta. Pagi tadi aku telah berpesta dengan tiga orang member yang namanya tidak akan disebutkan di sini demi melindungi hak-hak peribadi. (tah hape-hape ntah)..Seronok gua cakap lu..
Cup! Jangan fikir bukan-bukan! Kami pergi pesta buku la.. KLIBF 09-Kuala Lumpur International Book Fest 2009 dekat PWTC.
Waaah..banyak betul penerbit media bercetak kat situ. Memang meriah. Nak buku ape, cakap..eh, cari je, meesti ada. Buku latihan UPSR, PMR, SPM, STPM dan apa2 lagi jenis peperiksaan ada kat gerai-gerai Sasbadi dan Pelangi. Oh, Fajar Bakti pun ada kot..tapi tak sempat nak pergi 'usha'..banyak sangat. Banyak buku dan sudah tentunya ramai juga manusia yang bertandang. Masing-masing datang dengan tujuan tersendiri. Remaja, tengok novel-novel cinta. 'Businessman' belek buku-buku 'management'. Ibu-ibu tengok buku-buku masakan, resepi kuih-muih dan buku-buku sulaman manik. (Tapi ada jugak yang bukan mak tapi dia teringin nak beli buku2 camtu..hehe) Bapak-bapak tengok majalah-majalah sukan dan automobil.
Fuh..KLIBF tu ambik 'space' sampai tiga tingkat. Dekat tingkat atas sekali ada dijual buku keluaran penerbit luar negara macam buku-buku 'medicine', 'dentistry', 'nursing' (farmasi takde la pulak). Harga pun murah sikitla daripada biasa. Sahabat-sahabatku tadi..tak saaabaar nak beli buku-buku itu..sampai nak juling biji mata. (mata diorang, bukan mata aku..kih3x) Agaknya kalau ada kredit kad, dah angkut satu kedai tu..(melampau gile..) Tapi, takpela..tak boleh beli, boleh pegang pun dah kira 'best'la tu.. 'Last-last' sekali kitorang dapat FREE A4 PAPER.. pak cik India tu kasi kitorang 'flyer' kedai dia banyak-banyak supaya bos dia ingat dia buat kerje dia dengan 'excellent'nya...huahuaha...Dia cakap bawak balik la 100 flyer..buat conteng2 tulis nota...
Mula-mula aku tak cadang nak beli ape-ape (yela tu) teTAPI..akhirnya aku aku beli 4 buku dan sedikit majalah..hmm..memang seronok dapat tengok buku banyak-banyak macam tu..banyak kitab-kitab agama..rupa-rupanya masyarakat Melayu ni prihatin juga hal-hal agama..ramai yang membelek buku-buku agama..baguslah tu..
Bila sampai rumah, wadus..penat bangat sih. Nak tidur awal la malam ni...
Kepada sesiapa yang belum berkunjung sila lah pergi, hari terakhir hari Ahad ni..
p/s: esok pukul 5-7 ptg Habiburrahman el-Shirazy nak dtg..
p/p/s: terjumpa sepupuku Adibah..what a nice surprise..
Cup! Jangan fikir bukan-bukan! Kami pergi pesta buku la.. KLIBF 09-Kuala Lumpur International Book Fest 2009 dekat PWTC.
Waaah..banyak betul penerbit media bercetak kat situ. Memang meriah. Nak buku ape, cakap..eh, cari je, meesti ada. Buku latihan UPSR, PMR, SPM, STPM dan apa2 lagi jenis peperiksaan ada kat gerai-gerai Sasbadi dan Pelangi. Oh, Fajar Bakti pun ada kot..tapi tak sempat nak pergi 'usha'..banyak sangat. Banyak buku dan sudah tentunya ramai juga manusia yang bertandang. Masing-masing datang dengan tujuan tersendiri. Remaja, tengok novel-novel cinta. 'Businessman' belek buku-buku 'management'. Ibu-ibu tengok buku-buku masakan, resepi kuih-muih dan buku-buku sulaman manik. (Tapi ada jugak yang bukan mak tapi dia teringin nak beli buku2 camtu..hehe) Bapak-bapak tengok majalah-majalah sukan dan automobil.
Fuh..KLIBF tu ambik 'space' sampai tiga tingkat. Dekat tingkat atas sekali ada dijual buku keluaran penerbit luar negara macam buku-buku 'medicine', 'dentistry', 'nursing' (farmasi takde la pulak). Harga pun murah sikitla daripada biasa. Sahabat-sahabatku tadi..tak saaabaar nak beli buku-buku itu..sampai nak juling biji mata. (mata diorang, bukan mata aku..kih3x) Agaknya kalau ada kredit kad, dah angkut satu kedai tu..(melampau gile..) Tapi, takpela..tak boleh beli, boleh pegang pun dah kira 'best'la tu.. 'Last-last' sekali kitorang dapat FREE A4 PAPER.. pak cik India tu kasi kitorang 'flyer' kedai dia banyak-banyak supaya bos dia ingat dia buat kerje dia dengan 'excellent'nya...huahuaha...Dia cakap bawak balik la 100 flyer..buat conteng2 tulis nota...
Mula-mula aku tak cadang nak beli ape-ape (yela tu) teTAPI..akhirnya aku aku beli 4 buku dan sedikit majalah..hmm..memang seronok dapat tengok buku banyak-banyak macam tu..banyak kitab-kitab agama..rupa-rupanya masyarakat Melayu ni prihatin juga hal-hal agama..ramai yang membelek buku-buku agama..baguslah tu..
Bila sampai rumah, wadus..penat bangat sih. Nak tidur awal la malam ni...
Kepada sesiapa yang belum berkunjung sila lah pergi, hari terakhir hari Ahad ni..
p/s: esok pukul 5-7 ptg Habiburrahman el-Shirazy nak dtg..
p/p/s: terjumpa sepupuku Adibah..what a nice surprise..
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Some Recent News Mainland and Abroad
Assalamualaikum.
(yawn)..I feel like a lion resting in an African desert..his mighty jaws wide open due to the semi-sleepy state just after dawn.. He looks up..and a group of birds soar into the wide blue sky.
Guess what they say is right, "The early bird catches the worm". Guess they're just going to get they're worm then..(yawn)
That's right. I'm one sleepy lion. Cause this lion's on holiday...kekeke
It's been two months now, my holiday, that is. So, I've got at least another two months before I'll be on the go again.. yes sir..ry . I bet things will be real rough at Kuantan..
People always..always..always say..that you only appreciate things when they're gone. When I'm too busy even to take a nap, I'll complain that I done have enough holidays.
But..but..(shakes my head), when the hols finally DO come, what did I say?
Come on.. can anybody guess?? I'll treat you a cornetto! (hehehe)
Alright, time's up! No cornetto for you guys!..
Well, you know how teens are..whoops! We're not teens anymore.. I forgot. A lot of my friends are already celebrating their 20th birthday.
WOW. The big 2 0. That's 2 in front. Soon it'll be 3 in front..and 4...and 5...and..and..soon I'm going to hear, "Grandma Timi!!" (kekeke)
Yikes! Anyway..what was I going to talk about?
Right. When I really get the chance to stretch my legs, I found that there was nothing much to do. (sigh) And you know what? I wish the holidays are OVER so that I could start learning again. Ha ha..what is this, some kind of joke? No..no..no..it's just something called the "boredom symdrome". Yeah, it hits me ALL THE TIME.
Anyway, with all this bountiful time I've got, I've resulted to reading the newspapers regularly, well, almost. And lately I loved to watch live news, to catch up on what's going on in Malaysia as well as around the globe. In fact, I've practically read every page and column on the newspaper. In Malay you call it "khatam"..
Let me try to recall recent events...
Firstly, there's the recent and ongoing war in Sri Lanka. It looks like the government's military plan to destroy the LTTE(Liberation Tigers Tamil Eelam, i think) once and for all. International agencies are calling for a ceasefire so that the trapped civilians might get treatment. But, it seems they won't stop until LTTE's leader is either caught or killed. Tens of thousands of innocent people lost their homes and had to move due to the "war". I guess it's a civil war.
Our Indonesian counterpart are having their elections, giving a chance for new leadership to take over. So far, SBY (Susilo Bambang Yudhoyono) is leading.
Back in Malaysia, a variety of events are taking place.
Does the word Penanti ring a bell?
Yes, the contoversial resignation of Mohamad Fairus Khairudin as DPM 1 has opened the road for ANOTHER by election, after the three previous ones we just had. The government is saying that it's a waste of people's money. PM also decided that BN will not contest IF a by election is held. On the other hand, some people are saying that BN are afraid they would lose again, just like in Bukit Gantang and Bukit Selambau. The EC(Election Commission) is yet to decide whether to hold a by election or not.
We also seem to be having a 'series' of express bus crashes lately. The most recent involved a double-decker bus in which 6 were killed. After investigations, it was revealed that the driver had many summones and even arrest warrants, all for speeding. If I'm not mistaken, the co-driver also got summones for speeding as well.
Looks like Malaysia is not learning from past experience. "Pisang tidak berbuah dua kali", but Malaysians are certainly 'letting' bananas fruit more than once.
What else? Well, there's the ONE MALAYSIA concept. It's been pretty much highlighted by various streams of media. There are already songs on the TV about One Malaysia barely a week it was introduced by the PM, not to mention headlines in the newspapers. I bet talk shows will take on the idea next. Maybe in Hujah, every Tuesday night, tv9. (9.30pm)
Well, that's about it, besides the sports section. Rafael Nadal once again championed the tennis tournament he was in. King of Tennis then..and Roger Federer's in a bad time in his career right now, maybe that's why he decided to tie the knot recently! Yes, he got married recently, to whom, I'm not sure. Chelsea made a major comeback under new coachmanship, Guus Hiddink. (Though I prefer Liverpool). A pity Liverpool got bashed by Chelsea. As for Man U..well the Red Devils still have a chance of winning the Premier? League.. It's pretty unfair because their team is pretty invincible, with Wayne Rooney and Rio Ferdinand, and of course Christiano ronaldo..
Well..so much for news..
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Earth has a TWIN!
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Earth has a twin? What ever could that mean??
Hold your horses, everybody, because the scientist have found a planet that is almost similar to our home planet. They say it is life-inhabitable. You know, because there are enormous protions of water and that the planet is neither too far away nor too near from the nearest star, so that the water is not too hot that it evaporates, and not too cold that it becomes ice. Conclusion, that planet's water is in liquid form.
Gliese 581e. That's what they're naming Earth's "twin". Not very catchy though (chuckels)
Gliese 581e is not in our solar system. In fact, it was very recently( i think it was yesterday, while we were sleeping) found to be 20 1/2 light years away from Earth. Sooo..it..is..quite far.. Doesn't seem possible to visit it yet..unless you're superman..
You should go read this news report at Yahoo! - http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090421/ap_on_sc/eu_britain_new_planet
It's really cool that scientists have found Earth-like planets. I wonder how big the universe really is..
Terapi Manual Magnetik
Akupunktur..hmm..yang itu dah biasa dengar.
Refleksologi..pun dah selalu sangat dengar. Dekat supermarket pun banyak je pusat-pusat refleksologi, urut kaki, urut tapak tangan, nak urut badan pun boleh.
Tapi aku takkan pergi mana-mana pusat mengurut atau SPA..sebab..aku tak tahan geli..!
Kalau orang urut sikit pun dah terhinjut-hinjut tahan gelak..tak boleh nak bayang apa akan jadi kalau aku pergi SPA..mesti orang lain ingat aku ni pelik..takpun orang gila..hahaha
Pagi tadi aku tonton MHI lagi. Kebelakangan ini aku selalu tengok MHI la. Tapi, bagus jugak MHI ni..jadi pendorong aku untuk bangun awal..hehehe..
Sebab tajuk-tajuk yang dikupas memang 'best'.
Ehem, aku pun boleh tengok Ally Iskandar...
(Aku baru kenal yang mana satu Ally..)
Ok2. Sebenarnya aku nak berkongsi satu tajuk yang menarik yang dibincangkan pagi tadi.
Refleksologi..pun dah selalu sangat dengar. Dekat supermarket pun banyak je pusat-pusat refleksologi, urut kaki, urut tapak tangan, nak urut badan pun boleh.
Tapi aku takkan pergi mana-mana pusat mengurut atau SPA..sebab..aku tak tahan geli..!
Kalau orang urut sikit pun dah terhinjut-hinjut tahan gelak..tak boleh nak bayang apa akan jadi kalau aku pergi SPA..mesti orang lain ingat aku ni pelik..takpun orang gila..hahaha
Pagi tadi aku tonton MHI lagi. Kebelakangan ini aku selalu tengok MHI la. Tapi, bagus jugak MHI ni..jadi pendorong aku untuk bangun awal..hehehe..
Sebab tajuk-tajuk yang dikupas memang 'best'.
Ehem, aku pun boleh tengok Ally Iskandar...
(Aku baru kenal yang mana satu Ally..)
Ok2. Sebenarnya aku nak berkongsi satu tajuk yang menarik yang dibincangkan pagi tadi.
Tajuknya "Terapi Manual Magnetik / Magnetic Manual Therapy".
Tak tahulah sama ada ni bidang yang masih baru di dunia, tapi rasanya baru nak bercambah kat Malaysia. Bersama MHI ialah Encik Shamsul. Dia dijemput untuk berkongsi teknik rawatan alternatif itu.
Apa sebenarnya teknik yang digunakan untuk merawat pesakit-pesakit En. Shamsul ni?
Kata En. Shamsul, dia menggunakan teknik mengurut untuk mengawal cas-cas dalam badan supaya kesakitan akan hilang. Tapi dia menegaskan, dia cuma boleh merawat simptom2 dan bukan puncanya. Lagipun, punca sesuatu penyakit itu mungkin banyak, tidak terhad kepada satu2 punca sahaja.
Tapi, boleh percaya ke ni?? Boleh ke 'main-main' dengan cas dalam badan boleh melegakan kesakitan badan? Macam ada 'superpower' pulak En. Shamsul ni..
Hmm..mengenai persoalan ini, En. Shamsul menjawab,
Tak tahulah sama ada ni bidang yang masih baru di dunia, tapi rasanya baru nak bercambah kat Malaysia. Bersama MHI ialah Encik Shamsul. Dia dijemput untuk berkongsi teknik rawatan alternatif itu.
Apa sebenarnya teknik yang digunakan untuk merawat pesakit-pesakit En. Shamsul ni?
Kata En. Shamsul, dia menggunakan teknik mengurut untuk mengawal cas-cas dalam badan supaya kesakitan akan hilang. Tapi dia menegaskan, dia cuma boleh merawat simptom2 dan bukan puncanya. Lagipun, punca sesuatu penyakit itu mungkin banyak, tidak terhad kepada satu2 punca sahaja.
Tapi, boleh percaya ke ni?? Boleh ke 'main-main' dengan cas dalam badan boleh melegakan kesakitan badan? Macam ada 'superpower' pulak En. Shamsul ni..
Hmm..mengenai persoalan ini, En. Shamsul menjawab,
"Saya telah menjalankan kajian klinikal selama hampir 12 tahun. Melalui rawatan yang saya jalankan ke atas pesakit2 saya, telah terbukti keberkesanan teknik ni dan saya juga menjumpai titik-titik di mana saya namakan "titik magnetik"(kalau tak silap, salah sori ye En. Shamsul) yang akan saya urut dan saya dapat kawal cas-cas elektrik(supaya seimbang kembali kot)".
Bila difikirkan, ada betulnya. Sebab sains memang telah membuktikan bahawa dalam badan manusia memang wujudnya cas-cas elektrik, iaitu hasil penghantaran dan penerimaan impuls dalam sel-sel neuron. Hmm, menarik kan?
Tambah En. Shamsul lagi, hasil kajiannya selama 12 tahun itu, dia mendapati "titik-titik magnetik" yang dijumpainya lebih tersusun dan lebih sistematik berbanding titik-titik akupunktur yang bertaburan secara rawak. Dia tunjukkan gambar yang dibawa bersama ke MHI, ada gambar perbandingan titik magnetik dengan titik akupunktur. Memang nampak titik magnetik lebih tersusun, seolah-olah kalau kita buat satu garisan menghubungkan antara titik-titik itu, kelihatan macam buruj pulak. Buruj pun kita 'imagine' ada garis yang menghubungkan antara bintang-bintang yang bertaburan kan?
Pengubat rawatan alternatif ini turut menyatakan bahawa dia telah dan masih menulis buku-buku mengenai Terapi Manual Maknetik ini, terbitan sendiri rasanya.
Kalau nak mengetahui lebih lanjut, bolehlah melawat website ini : http://www.medicmassage.net/
ataupun nak 'calling-calling' terus pun boleh: 019-3808132 (En. Shamsul)
Selamat berjaya, En. shamsul. Saya rasa ini satu bidang yang menarik untuk diceburi..
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Rindu
Rindu
Rindu itu
Suatu rasa
Tapi bukan sebarang alat
Boleh mengesannya
Bolehkah mata kasar
Merasai rasa rindu itu?
Bolehkah telefon bimbit
Mencerminkan rasa rindu itu?
Bolehkah satelit tercanggih milik AS
Menjejak rasa rindu itu?
Tidak.
Tak mungkin
Kerana rindu itu
Hanya dapat dirasai oleh hati
Bahkan
Bukan semua hati yang dapat mengecapi nikmatnya rindu
Seperti yang terakam di dalam nyanyian Hijjaz
“Rindu itu adalah, anugerah dari Allah”
Rindu itu
Bermacam-macam ragamnya
Kadangkala rindu pada ibu
Kemudian terbayang pula wajah berusia ayah
Terkenangkan rambutnya yang majoritinya sudah putih
Dan sememangnya tidak banyak lagi yang tinggal
Lantaran terlalu kuat dia bekerja
Memerah minda dan tenaga
Demi memberi kami makan KFC
Pizza Hut, dan Kenny Rogers
Oh, sungguh mewah hidup kami
Jangan bimbang ya abi,
Jangan pula marah ya abi,
Anak nakal ini hanya bergurau
Walaupun nakal,
Tidak mungkin anak ini meninggalkanmu
Mengabaikanmu di hari-hari tuamu,
Ini janji anakmu.
Sudah puas rindu pada orang tua teristimewa,
Melayang pula ingatan ini
Pada Akhi dan Ukhti
Aku hanya punya
Satu akhi
Dan satu ukhti
Ditambah semuanya
Jadilah kami bertiga
Bukannya tiga abdul
Tapi masih utuh hubungan
Lebih kukuh kasih kami
Daripada abdul bertiga itu
Hai akhi,
Janganlah terlalu gusar
Sesungguhnya takdirmu telah ditetapkan
Hiduplah dengan penuh kegembiraan
Hiduplah dengan penuh keceriaan
Sesungguhnya kamu, hai abangku,
Lebih bernilai
Lebih berpotensi
Lebih hebat
Berbanding apa yang difikirkan diri
Apa yang tinggal kini
Apa yang diperlukan hanya tinggal
Percaya pada diri sendiri
Itulah kunci yang selama ini dikau cari.
Duhai ukhti,
Kelebihan ukhti
Banyak sekali
Indah paras rupa
Membuatkan kakakmu ini ‘menderita’
‘Menderita’ sakit jiwa
Tapi sakit itu tiada makna
Kerana dikau tetap adikku
Adikku yang tercinta.
Selalu sahaja ceria
Lucu, suka berjenaka
Mungkin disebabkan nama kamu
“Farah” yang membawa makna
Keceriaan, keseronokan dan kegembiraan
Tapi, yang paling hebat sekali kelebihanmu
Ialah membuatkan kepala umi dan abi
Berpinar-pinar
Berputar-putar
Dek sikapmu yang tidak ambil peduli
Akan hal sekelilingmu
Oleh itu sentiasa memerlukan perhatian orang dewasa
Wahai adikku,
Cepat-cepatlah dewasa
Supaya ibu dan ayah yang dirindui
Tidak lagi bimbang
Keadaan kamu di asrama.
(Tapi seronok juga
Kalau kamu terus jadi anak kecil
Boleh lihat kepala umi dan abi
Berputar-putar setiap hari..
Hehehe)
Rindu di hatiku
Masih banyak lagi yang berbaki
Lantas
Apa lagi yang dapatku
Lampiaskan
Tempiaskan
Rintik-rintik hujan
Dari badai gelora rindu ini
Oh, sudah tentu
Bagaimana aku
Boleh lupa
Untuk merindui
Teman-temanku di luar sana.
Aduh teman,
Kerana kamulah yang paling jauh
Jauh jaraknya dariku saat ini
Kamulah yang paling aku rindukan.
Kadangkala
Temanlah yang lebih memahami diri
Temanlah yang selalu berada di sisi
Meminjam telinga untuk dibuat penadah suka duka
Kadangkala amarah yang dihambur
Tapi teman-temanku
Tetap setia di sampingku
Setia menadah
Tidak berpaling tadah
Maka
Adakah wajar kamu semua tidak kurindui?
Wahai teman,
Teman masa kecilku,
Teman zaman remajaku,
Serta teman-teman sedewasaku,
Tahukah kamu
Hatiku sarat dengan rindu?
Bayangkan sahaja ibu mengandung
Ibarat itulah kasih dan rinduku
Pada kamu semua
Tiada satu benda
Tiada satu harta
Yang dapat bertanding
Merebut tempat
Takhta pertama di hatiku.
Oops!
Sebentar,
Mungkin ada satu perkara
Yang bisa mengalahkan
Rasa rindu dan kasihku pada teman-teman sekalian
Ingin tahukah kamu?
Apakah lagi yang dapat mengalahkan rinduku pada kamu?
Benda apakah yang lebih hebat
Lebih tinggi nilainya di hatiku?
Wahai teman,
Ketahuilah,
Yang dapat menandingi kasihku padamu
Hanyalah
Kasih yang lebih tinggi
Kasih yang lebih unggul
Kasih yang lebih sejati
Itulah
Kasih Rabbul `Izzati
Serta kasih Rasul-Nya
Yang tidak lekang di bibirnya
“Ummati, ummati”.
Pesanku duhai teman,
Cintailah Tuhan dan Rasul-Nya
Melebihi kasihmu pada segala benda
Dan aku berani berjanji
Bahawa kasih kita akan terus abadi
Kasih kita akan terus tersulam
Menanti masanya
Kita bertemu kembali
Di pintu syurga yang abadi.
Insya-Allah,
Kerana itu bukan janjiku,
Bukan janji perdana menteriku,
Tetapi janji
Al-Kholiq, Maha Pencipta
Kepada para hamba-Nya.
Aku kan menanti..
Bersama rindu di hati
Pertemuan kita
Di akhirat sana.
Allah,
Kabulkan do`a
Rindu itu
Suatu rasa
Tapi bukan sebarang alat
Boleh mengesannya
Bolehkah mata kasar
Merasai rasa rindu itu?
Bolehkah telefon bimbit
Mencerminkan rasa rindu itu?
Bolehkah satelit tercanggih milik AS
Menjejak rasa rindu itu?
Tidak.
Tak mungkin
Kerana rindu itu
Hanya dapat dirasai oleh hati
Bahkan
Bukan semua hati yang dapat mengecapi nikmatnya rindu
Seperti yang terakam di dalam nyanyian Hijjaz
“Rindu itu adalah, anugerah dari Allah”
Rindu itu
Bermacam-macam ragamnya
Kadangkala rindu pada ibu
Kemudian terbayang pula wajah berusia ayah
Terkenangkan rambutnya yang majoritinya sudah putih
Dan sememangnya tidak banyak lagi yang tinggal
Lantaran terlalu kuat dia bekerja
Memerah minda dan tenaga
Demi memberi kami makan KFC
Pizza Hut, dan Kenny Rogers
Oh, sungguh mewah hidup kami
Jangan bimbang ya abi,
Jangan pula marah ya abi,
Anak nakal ini hanya bergurau
Walaupun nakal,
Tidak mungkin anak ini meninggalkanmu
Mengabaikanmu di hari-hari tuamu,
Ini janji anakmu.
Sudah puas rindu pada orang tua teristimewa,
Melayang pula ingatan ini
Pada Akhi dan Ukhti
Aku hanya punya
Satu akhi
Dan satu ukhti
Ditambah semuanya
Jadilah kami bertiga
Bukannya tiga abdul
Tapi masih utuh hubungan
Lebih kukuh kasih kami
Daripada abdul bertiga itu
Hai akhi,
Janganlah terlalu gusar
Sesungguhnya takdirmu telah ditetapkan
Hiduplah dengan penuh kegembiraan
Hiduplah dengan penuh keceriaan
Sesungguhnya kamu, hai abangku,
Lebih bernilai
Lebih berpotensi
Lebih hebat
Berbanding apa yang difikirkan diri
Apa yang tinggal kini
Apa yang diperlukan hanya tinggal
Percaya pada diri sendiri
Itulah kunci yang selama ini dikau cari.
Duhai ukhti,
Kelebihan ukhti
Banyak sekali
Indah paras rupa
Membuatkan kakakmu ini ‘menderita’
‘Menderita’ sakit jiwa
Tapi sakit itu tiada makna
Kerana dikau tetap adikku
Adikku yang tercinta.
Selalu sahaja ceria
Lucu, suka berjenaka
Mungkin disebabkan nama kamu
“Farah” yang membawa makna
Keceriaan, keseronokan dan kegembiraan
Tapi, yang paling hebat sekali kelebihanmu
Ialah membuatkan kepala umi dan abi
Berpinar-pinar
Berputar-putar
Dek sikapmu yang tidak ambil peduli
Akan hal sekelilingmu
Oleh itu sentiasa memerlukan perhatian orang dewasa
Wahai adikku,
Cepat-cepatlah dewasa
Supaya ibu dan ayah yang dirindui
Tidak lagi bimbang
Keadaan kamu di asrama.
(Tapi seronok juga
Kalau kamu terus jadi anak kecil
Boleh lihat kepala umi dan abi
Berputar-putar setiap hari..
Hehehe)
Rindu di hatiku
Masih banyak lagi yang berbaki
Lantas
Apa lagi yang dapatku
Lampiaskan
Tempiaskan
Rintik-rintik hujan
Dari badai gelora rindu ini
Oh, sudah tentu
Bagaimana aku
Boleh lupa
Untuk merindui
Teman-temanku di luar sana.
Aduh teman,
Kerana kamulah yang paling jauh
Jauh jaraknya dariku saat ini
Kamulah yang paling aku rindukan.
Kadangkala
Temanlah yang lebih memahami diri
Temanlah yang selalu berada di sisi
Meminjam telinga untuk dibuat penadah suka duka
Kadangkala amarah yang dihambur
Tapi teman-temanku
Tetap setia di sampingku
Setia menadah
Tidak berpaling tadah
Maka
Adakah wajar kamu semua tidak kurindui?
Wahai teman,
Teman masa kecilku,
Teman zaman remajaku,
Serta teman-teman sedewasaku,
Tahukah kamu
Hatiku sarat dengan rindu?
Bayangkan sahaja ibu mengandung
Ibarat itulah kasih dan rinduku
Pada kamu semua
Tiada satu benda
Tiada satu harta
Yang dapat bertanding
Merebut tempat
Takhta pertama di hatiku.
Oops!
Sebentar,
Mungkin ada satu perkara
Yang bisa mengalahkan
Rasa rindu dan kasihku pada teman-teman sekalian
Ingin tahukah kamu?
Apakah lagi yang dapat mengalahkan rinduku pada kamu?
Benda apakah yang lebih hebat
Lebih tinggi nilainya di hatiku?
Wahai teman,
Ketahuilah,
Yang dapat menandingi kasihku padamu
Hanyalah
Kasih yang lebih tinggi
Kasih yang lebih unggul
Kasih yang lebih sejati
Itulah
Kasih Rabbul `Izzati
Serta kasih Rasul-Nya
Yang tidak lekang di bibirnya
“Ummati, ummati”.
Pesanku duhai teman,
Cintailah Tuhan dan Rasul-Nya
Melebihi kasihmu pada segala benda
Dan aku berani berjanji
Bahawa kasih kita akan terus abadi
Kasih kita akan terus tersulam
Menanti masanya
Kita bertemu kembali
Di pintu syurga yang abadi.
Insya-Allah,
Kerana itu bukan janjiku,
Bukan janji perdana menteriku,
Tetapi janji
Al-Kholiq, Maha Pencipta
Kepada para hamba-Nya.
Aku kan menanti..
Bersama rindu di hati
Pertemuan kita
Di akhirat sana.
Allah,
Kabulkan do`a
Hamba-hamba-Mu
Yang saling terikat
Rasa rindu yang hakiki.
Amin.
Yang saling terikat
Rasa rindu yang hakiki.
Amin.
Adakah kalian sedang melihat bintang yang sama sepertiku..? Sungguh..hatiku basah dengan tangisan kerinduan pada teman-teman sekalian..
Jangan TeRlalu Berburuk Sangka pada VIRUS!
ASSALAMUALAIKUM.
Wah..dah dekat 5 hari tak bukak blogger..
Rindu rasanya..
Mula-mula ingat komputer terkena virus.. sebab antivirus tak boleh jalan..lepas tu database corrupted pulak. So, nak cuba update, tapi tak boleh nak bukak internet PULAK.. PULAK DAH..
Ayah pun beritahu aku.. aku ada masuk website islamik mana-mana tak?
Sebab virus trojan tu ada kod kata "Allah" or something like that, kata ayah..
Aku pun terfikir...
Memang aku ada buka website islamik..iluvislam.com, saifulislam.com...macam mana pulak virus trojan boleh 'menyusup' masuk ke komputer aku ni??
Hai..macam-macam cara pencipta-pencipta virus zaman siber ni ye..
tak ade kerje lain..
Cubalah guna kekreatifan tu ke arah kebaikan..kan bagus..dapat pahala lagi..hmm
Tapi...oh tetapi..rupa-rupanya.. aku telah berburuk sangka..
Malunyer..
Bukannya virus siber punya pasal..
Tapi 'virus terlupa bayar bil' punya pasal...
Sebenarnya ayah aku belum lagi bayar bil bulanan broadband celcom ni..
hehehe..malu kan? (Malu3x!)
Itulah padah berburuk sangka sangat. Memang, memang virus tu sejak azali lagi tak ada kebaikan langsung, tapi..kenela periksa betul2 apa masalahnya sebelum main tuduh je.
Zaman sekarang ni.. manusia lebih senang tuding jari, letak kesalahan kat bahu orang lain. Tak kisahlah apapun masalahnya, sama ada kes sekecil longkang tersumbat ataupun kes besar seperti meningkatnya peratusan wabak denggi, semuanya main tuding jari.
yela, tahula jari ada sepuluh, so sepuluh-sepuluhla dituding sesuka hati. Oh, ni semua salah majlis perbandaran sebab tak kutip sampah yang bertaburan. Nyamuk pun kata " home sweet home, baby!" Majlis Perbandaran pulak kata, " Sebenarnya penduduk kurang kesedaran terhadap kebersihan. Kita haruslah prihatin dan aktif dalam bergotong-royong membersihkan sampah dan bekas-bekas yang dapat dijadikan tempat pembiakan nyamuk."
Dua-dua betul. Tapi dua-dua juga salah.
Yang betul. Memang betul itu salah kita semua.
Yang salah. Ialah asyik banyak bercakap tapi jari terus menuding. Jari tidak bergerak untuk melaksanakan apa yang dikatakan. Mulut aje yang asiyk berceloteh kat televisyen..asyik giat berkempen..tapi hasilnya tetap "zero".
Eh, taklah, adA jugak hasilnya. Hasilnya tidur yang tidak nyenyak dan risiko dijangkiti wabak.
So, amalkan berbaik sangka.
Secara peribadi, nak berbaik sangka ni susah. Sebab yang zahir selalunya yang buruk. Macam waktu pergi pasar. Beli ikan, beli buah, mestila kita beli yang luarnya nampak sihat dan segar kan? Buah-buahan pulak beli yang memang masak warnanya, padahal kadang-kadang tak menjamin kemanisan pun. Sebab itulah "first impression" yang kita dapat lihat.
Jadi, nak berbaik sangka ni memang susah. Tapi, kata orang, "Bila dah berusaha keras, barulah nikmat rasanya hasil yang diperoleh". Jadi, tak apalah, biarlah bersusah-susah dulu, bersenang-senang kemudian. Siapa tahu, dari langkah pertama kita memulakan baik sangka, akan tersebarlah perasaan baik sangka itu dengan jiran, rakan, keluarga..bahkan musuh yang paling ketat pun akan jadi rakan paling akrab..
Ya..siapa yang tahu..
Melainkan Yang Maha Mengetahui!
Wah..dah dekat 5 hari tak bukak blogger..
Rindu rasanya..
Mula-mula ingat komputer terkena virus.. sebab antivirus tak boleh jalan..lepas tu database corrupted pulak. So, nak cuba update, tapi tak boleh nak bukak internet PULAK.. PULAK DAH..
Ayah pun beritahu aku.. aku ada masuk website islamik mana-mana tak?
Sebab virus trojan tu ada kod kata "Allah" or something like that, kata ayah..
Aku pun terfikir...
Memang aku ada buka website islamik..iluvislam.com, saifulislam.com...macam mana pulak virus trojan boleh 'menyusup' masuk ke komputer aku ni??
Hai..macam-macam cara pencipta-pencipta virus zaman siber ni ye..
tak ade kerje lain..
Cubalah guna kekreatifan tu ke arah kebaikan..kan bagus..dapat pahala lagi..hmm
Tapi...oh tetapi..rupa-rupanya.. aku telah berburuk sangka..
Malunyer..
Bukannya virus siber punya pasal..
Tapi 'virus terlupa bayar bil' punya pasal...
Sebenarnya ayah aku belum lagi bayar bil bulanan broadband celcom ni..
hehehe..malu kan? (Malu3x!)
Itulah padah berburuk sangka sangat. Memang, memang virus tu sejak azali lagi tak ada kebaikan langsung, tapi..kenela periksa betul2 apa masalahnya sebelum main tuduh je.
Zaman sekarang ni.. manusia lebih senang tuding jari, letak kesalahan kat bahu orang lain. Tak kisahlah apapun masalahnya, sama ada kes sekecil longkang tersumbat ataupun kes besar seperti meningkatnya peratusan wabak denggi, semuanya main tuding jari.
yela, tahula jari ada sepuluh, so sepuluh-sepuluhla dituding sesuka hati. Oh, ni semua salah majlis perbandaran sebab tak kutip sampah yang bertaburan. Nyamuk pun kata " home sweet home, baby!" Majlis Perbandaran pulak kata, " Sebenarnya penduduk kurang kesedaran terhadap kebersihan. Kita haruslah prihatin dan aktif dalam bergotong-royong membersihkan sampah dan bekas-bekas yang dapat dijadikan tempat pembiakan nyamuk."
Dua-dua betul. Tapi dua-dua juga salah.
Yang betul. Memang betul itu salah kita semua.
Yang salah. Ialah asyik banyak bercakap tapi jari terus menuding. Jari tidak bergerak untuk melaksanakan apa yang dikatakan. Mulut aje yang asiyk berceloteh kat televisyen..asyik giat berkempen..tapi hasilnya tetap "zero".
Eh, taklah, adA jugak hasilnya. Hasilnya tidur yang tidak nyenyak dan risiko dijangkiti wabak.
So, amalkan berbaik sangka.
Secara peribadi, nak berbaik sangka ni susah. Sebab yang zahir selalunya yang buruk. Macam waktu pergi pasar. Beli ikan, beli buah, mestila kita beli yang luarnya nampak sihat dan segar kan? Buah-buahan pulak beli yang memang masak warnanya, padahal kadang-kadang tak menjamin kemanisan pun. Sebab itulah "first impression" yang kita dapat lihat.
Jadi, nak berbaik sangka ni memang susah. Tapi, kata orang, "Bila dah berusaha keras, barulah nikmat rasanya hasil yang diperoleh". Jadi, tak apalah, biarlah bersusah-susah dulu, bersenang-senang kemudian. Siapa tahu, dari langkah pertama kita memulakan baik sangka, akan tersebarlah perasaan baik sangka itu dengan jiran, rakan, keluarga..bahkan musuh yang paling ketat pun akan jadi rakan paling akrab..
Ya..siapa yang tahu..
Melainkan Yang Maha Mengetahui!
Thursday, April 16, 2009
KESUSAHAN BUKAN PENGHALANG
Akhirnya aku berpeluang melihatnya dengan mataku sendiri.
Akhirnya aku berpeluang melhatnya dari jarak yang sungguh dekat.
Aku dan dia hanya berjarak lebih kurang 1 meter. Begitu dekat sekali.
Aku dan adik Nik Nur Madihah.
Tak percaya?
Kenapa pulak tak percaya?
Aku mengaguminya.
Akhirnya aku berpeluang melhatnya dari jarak yang sungguh dekat.
Aku dan dia hanya berjarak lebih kurang 1 meter. Begitu dekat sekali.
Aku dan adik Nik Nur Madihah.
Tak percaya?
Kenapa pulak tak percaya?
Aku tengok dia dan dia menatapku kembali. Yang berbeza hanyalah aku sedar dia melihatku tetapi dia tidak sedar aku sedang menonton dia.
Ya. Aku menontonnya di MHI pagi tadi.(kih3x…kene tipu..)
Tak sampai pun satu jam tadi aku melihatnya di kaca televisyen. Dia dan ayahnya yang tercinta, Encik Nik Mohd Kamal Husni bersama hos yang tidak asing lagi, Ahmad Fitri( ke Fikri..) dan seorang lagi hos yang aku tak begitu kenal. Turut serta ialah Encik Mohd Faizal, seorang lelaki misteri…
Wah, misterinya..siapa lelaki itu? Apakah hubungannya dengan adik cilik kita dari Kelantan itu? Jangan-jangan..lelaki tu…
a. ‘stalker’
b. pak cik dia
c. sepupu dia
d. tunang..??
Jeng..jeng jeng!
Semuanya pun bukan..(kukuku)
Sebenarnya lelaki itu seorang penulis. Dia dah pun siap menulis sebuah buku bertajuk, “Catatan Hati Nik Nur Madihah : Kesusahan Bukan Penghalang”. Terbitan PTS.
Jadi, pagi tadi adik Nik Nur Madihah dijemput ke Sri Pentas untuk ditemu ramah.
Berjubah hijau tua, ‘matching’ dengan tudung labuh hijau muda ‘apple’, itulah kali pertama aku dapat menatap sepuas-puasnya gadis berusia 17 tahun itu.
Tak sampai pun satu jam tadi aku melihatnya di kaca televisyen. Dia dan ayahnya yang tercinta, Encik Nik Mohd Kamal Husni bersama hos yang tidak asing lagi, Ahmad Fitri( ke Fikri..) dan seorang lagi hos yang aku tak begitu kenal. Turut serta ialah Encik Mohd Faizal, seorang lelaki misteri…
Wah, misterinya..siapa lelaki itu? Apakah hubungannya dengan adik cilik kita dari Kelantan itu? Jangan-jangan..lelaki tu…
a. ‘stalker’
b. pak cik dia
c. sepupu dia
d. tunang..??
Jeng..jeng jeng!
Semuanya pun bukan..(kukuku)
Sebenarnya lelaki itu seorang penulis. Dia dah pun siap menulis sebuah buku bertajuk, “Catatan Hati Nik Nur Madihah : Kesusahan Bukan Penghalang”. Terbitan PTS.
Jadi, pagi tadi adik Nik Nur Madihah dijemput ke Sri Pentas untuk ditemu ramah.
Berjubah hijau tua, ‘matching’ dengan tudung labuh hijau muda ‘apple’, itulah kali pertama aku dapat menatap sepuas-puasnya gadis berusia 17 tahun itu.
Aku mengaguminya.
Nik Nur Madihah bersama ayah dan ibu tercinta
Sinar bahagia jelas terpancar
Bukan sahaja kerana keputusan SPM yang begitu cemerlang, sehingga dinobatkan yang terbaik di bumi Malaysia ini bagi sesi 2008. Sesungguhnya 20A..itu satu nombor yang cukup besar. Dan pastinya cukup bermakna buat Encik Nik Mohd Kamal dan isterinya.
Anak sulung itu..kamu tahukah betapa besar pengorabanannya..betapa perit kesusahan mereka sekeluarga..
Sambil menikmati sarapan pagi Kellogs Frosties, perkataan yang kerap kali kedengaran di tengah-tengah perbualan mereka ialah ‘kesusahan’.
Tiba-tiba suapanku jadi semakin perlahan. Lalu terhenti. Aku terfikirkan kehidupan keluarga seperti keluarga adik pintar itu. Apakah pernah mereka menjamah sarapan pagi yang begitu lazat seperti yang aku makan sekarang ini?
Begitulah sedikit potongan drpd perbualan mereka. Namun, apa yang paling menyentuh hatiku ialah ucapan akhir daripada bapanya, Encik Nik Mohd Kamal sendiri, apabila diminta untuk memberikan apa-apa petua kepada para ibu dan bapa di Malaysia ini.
Keluarga. Kesusahan. Kemiskinan. Itu sememangnya bukanlah tembok penghalang, bahkan motivasi yang cukup kuat buat anak kelahiran Kelantan itu.
Tahniah, adik Nik Nur Madihah. Semoga berjaya dalam apa jua yang diusahakan.
Anak sulung itu..kamu tahukah betapa besar pengorabanannya..betapa perit kesusahan mereka sekeluarga..
Sambil menikmati sarapan pagi Kellogs Frosties, perkataan yang kerap kali kedengaran di tengah-tengah perbualan mereka ialah ‘kesusahan’.
Tiba-tiba suapanku jadi semakin perlahan. Lalu terhenti. Aku terfikirkan kehidupan keluarga seperti keluarga adik pintar itu. Apakah pernah mereka menjamah sarapan pagi yang begitu lazat seperti yang aku makan sekarang ini?
Apakah yang menjadi rezeki mereka setiap hari?
Tiba-tiba sahaja perutku sudah kenyang..Kemudian telingaku menangkap kembali perbualan di MHI..
“Jadi, macam mana adik Nik Nur Madihah boleh menempuh kesusahan hidup dengan berpuasa dan sebagainya. Adakah dirasakan beban apabila terpaksa berpuasa demi menahan lapar dan dahaga? (Lebih kurang mcm ni kot..)
Jawab adik Madihah,
Tiba-tiba sahaja perutku sudah kenyang..Kemudian telingaku menangkap kembali perbualan di MHI..
“Jadi, macam mana adik Nik Nur Madihah boleh menempuh kesusahan hidup dengan berpuasa dan sebagainya. Adakah dirasakan beban apabila terpaksa berpuasa demi menahan lapar dan dahaga? (Lebih kurang mcm ni kot..)
Jawab adik Madihah,
“ Sebenarnya berpuasa bukanlah suatu bebanan. Saya berpuasa kerana puasa itu
sendiri. Sebab puasa itu amalan sunat.”
“Dalam buku ni yang saya sempat baca sedikit tadi, saya mendapati yang adik Nik Nur Madihah banyak berdoa dan berserah pada Tuhan. Jadi, boleh kongsikan sedikit doa-doa yang diamalkan?”
Dijawab kembali,
Dijawab kembali,
“ Sebenarnya apabila berdoa ni, satu benda saja yang paling penting. Iaitu hati.
Apabila berdoa hati juga mestilah hadir bersama, supaya kita hayati doa itu.
Apabila saya berdoa, saya akan luahkan segala masalah saya kepada Allah SWT. Doa bukan maksudnya dalam bahasa Melayu atau bahasa Arab, tapi yang penting ialah kehadiran hati.”
Begitulah sedikit potongan drpd perbualan mereka. Namun, apa yang paling menyentuh hatiku ialah ucapan akhir daripada bapanya, Encik Nik Mohd Kamal sendiri, apabila diminta untuk memberikan apa-apa petua kepada para ibu dan bapa di Malaysia ini.
(Diam seketika) “ Saya ni bukanlah orang yang banyak ilmu ke apa..tapi satu sahaja yang menjadi prinsip saya ialah cari rezeki yang halal dan jauhi yang syubhah. Takpe, biarlah rezeki itu sedikit asalkan halal, daripada banyak tetapi syubhah.”
Semoga rezeki yang baik sentiasa bersama Encik Nik Mohd Kamal sekeluarga.
Cak! Eh, sori2.Teruskan belajar..!
Nik Nur Madihah turut menyatakan cita-citanya untuk menjadi seorang “Islamist Physician”. Katanya dia meminati subjek Fizik, tambahan pula tidak ramai yang sanggup terjun ke bidang ini, jadi dia mengambil keputusan untuk mendalami ilmu fizik di Jordan. Tetapi institusi pilihannya masih belum ditetapkan.
Hmm..itulah kisah seorang kakak sulung dari keluarga nelayan, yang tinggal di sebuah rumah usang dengan membayar sewa RM90 sebulan.
Ketika ditanya pernahkah dia menangis lantaran kesusahan hidup, dia dengan tenang dan ringkas menjawab,
“Menangis tu memang banyak kali. Bila tengok orang lain senang pergi sekolah, kita pulak susah nak pegi sekolah. Tapi saya selalu ingat pada keluarga saya. Saya sedar tanggungjawab sebagai anak sulung memang sangat besar dan memang mak dan ayah meletakkan harapan yang tinggi pada saya. Kalau saya rasa sedih dan susah, saya ‘motivate’kan diri sendiri supaya terus belajar dan berjaya dalam peperiksaan. Saya percaya kalau berjaya dalam peperiksaan saya tahu saya akan mampu membawa keluarga keluar dari kepompong kemiskinan.”
Keluarga. Kesusahan. Kemiskinan. Itu sememangnya bukanlah tembok penghalang, bahkan motivasi yang cukup kuat buat anak kelahiran Kelantan itu.
Tahniah, adik Nik Nur Madihah. Semoga berjaya dalam apa jua yang diusahakan.
Terbanglah ke Jordan dengan doa ibu, ayah dan seluruh warga Malaysia, dan pulanglah semula ke pangkuan tanah air dengan membawa seribu kebanggaan buat kami.
Kami menanti.
Kami menanti.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Unheard Voice of My Heart
alahai comelnye abang dgn adik
What do you do when what you speak of doesn’t truly mean what’s in your heart?
For example, today you want to tell your mother how much you love her.
Initially, your flawlessly planned sentence that you had spent the whole night working on goes like this,
For example, today you want to tell your mother how much you love her.
Initially, your flawlessly planned sentence that you had spent the whole night working on goes like this,
“My dear beloved mother, know that not a minute goes by that I did not think of
you. If you are a bank, then I’m the loaner, because I owe you so much, that
there’s not a single account in this world can possibly hold all the love and
care you have given me all these years. I’m so lucky to have you as my mom. I’m
the world’s richest girl, don’t you know that mom? Not in wealth, but in
abundance of joy and love that we share. Nothing in this world can beat that. If
there is one thing in this world that you don’t have to be afraid of, it’s my
word that I’ll always be there to take care of you when you’re old. At least that’s one thing I can promise you with. Thank you, mom. Love you.”
Oh my, I can picture her right now..she’d cry her eyes out..but I’ll beat her too it..
Of course, I’m the most sentimental person on this planet. In Malaysia, people call people like me “jiwang”. (hahaha) Sometimes they add “karat”, making it “jiwang karat”! If the English people knew what it means LITERALLY, they’d laugh their tongues out!! (Sentimental rust!!)
Actually, it’s not just today. In fact, everyday you wish you could go up to her and say, “Mother, thank you for bringing me into this world. I love you, I always will.”
But then there’s this one voice inside you, saying,
Actually, it’s not just today. In fact, everyday you wish you could go up to her and say, “Mother, thank you for bringing me into this world. I love you, I always will.”
But then there’s this one voice inside you, saying,
“No, don’t do that! What would your mother think of you! Why would a girl say
that to her mom EVERYDAY? I mean, come on, it’s like you are obsessed or
something! Or maybe…you are a…les****??”
Before, I would have failed to come up with a good reason. But, surely, I’m not some demoralized creature who degrades herself to love the same gender!!
Eeeww..that’s the MOST DIGUSTING, FOUL AND STUPID THING a HUMAN can think of!
How creative, let’s try marrying the same sex, and see what’s it like. Could be fun, you know?
Yeah right.
Yeah right.
How far more can a human humiliate himself in front of his Creator?
Back to me. Like I said, before, I myself couldn’t understand why I have this…this..tendency to love someone so much. Of course, it’s not so weird when you love your mom, dad, brothers and sisters.
But..sometimes..a lot of times, I miss the company of friends.
You know, pals. People with almost the same age as me.
But..sometimes..a lot of times, I miss the company of friends.
You know, pals. People with almost the same age as me.
I miss all the talk we had together. All the funny things (and sometimes stupid) we did together. Playing basketball (well, that wasn’t so much fun..but..they are still memories..*shrugs*).. Eat. Drink.Sleep. Cleaning the dorm. Go to class. Study together. Take exams together. (haha..that’s no fun)
Are friends family? I don’t know how to say that. I feel they’re like my family, because historically, WE ARE from one man and women, the Prophet Adam a.s and Hawa a.s. So…historically, we are ONE BIG HAPPY FAMILY, right? Hmm..
On the other hand, we’re not of the same mom and dad, so technically, we’re not family.
But all the same, I’ve always felt like there’s this invisible connection. There’s no rope that binds our hearts…but I’ve always felt like there is one. Well, especially among muslims.
Maybe it’s because of what we believe? All muslims believe in the same one principle, which is “There is no God but Allah, and Muhammad is His Messenger”. This principle is the oath of each muslim which we renew in our daily prayers.
Maybe ‘The Invisible Rope’ does exist. But WHO IS HOLDING IT?
WHO IS BRINGING THE MANY HEARTS AS ONE..under the banner of faith?
On the other hand, we’re not of the same mom and dad, so technically, we’re not family.
But all the same, I’ve always felt like there’s this invisible connection. There’s no rope that binds our hearts…but I’ve always felt like there is one. Well, especially among muslims.
Maybe it’s because of what we believe? All muslims believe in the same one principle, which is “There is no God but Allah, and Muhammad is His Messenger”. This principle is the oath of each muslim which we renew in our daily prayers.
Maybe ‘The Invisible Rope’ does exist. But WHO IS HOLDING IT?
WHO IS BRINGING THE MANY HEARTS AS ONE..under the banner of faith?
I believe in ‘The Invisible Rope’. Just like I believe in the invisible God.
I don’t see Him anywhere. I’ve never seen Him. In fact, nobody’s ever seen Him. Except a man named Muhammad ibnu Abdullah.(if I’m not mistaken)
But there is one book. A book which tells me many stories about Him. How He created the earth I step on everyday, the earth which gives me the air I breathe in and uses the air I breathe out. And in return, bears us fruits and colourful flowers. Stories on how He created the first human, Nabi Adam a.s. and how many more will descend from this man and his wife, Hawa a.s.
But, they will forget, says the book. Many will forget that they were created. Many will forget Who created them. Many will not even believe that there is a creator. These people, tells the book, will be dragged on their faces into An-Naar. What is this “An-Naar”, I asked the book? And the book answers, “It is the very worst place to go back to.”
It’s just a book. Nothing more. But is it really JUST A BOOK?
If it’s just a book, then who’s the AUTHOR?
Muhammad SAW says,
“These words are not from me, but know that they are from Allah, the God of the
whole universe”.
Indeed, for Muhammad cannot read, what more to write. Impossible for this man to have written such marvelous words. Enchanting yet they do not mislead. It is as clear as a full moon shining bright in the sky. Because it is the truth. The book “speaks” the truth.
Now, spectacular. That’s what I call amazing. It’s not some amazing circus act but it is still spectacular. The spectacular book.
Last but certainly not least, the book..the AUTHOR of the book tells its readers to LOVE.
“Love your brothers,” it said, “ more than you love yourself”.
Dear God, I do.
But I don’t want them to think weirdly of me. Because I’m still learning. I’m not a full grown up yet but I’m no kid either. I don’t know the best way to..emm..express my feelings. To let them know how much I care about them. That wherever I go their hearts and thoughts are always with me. Always.
But these feelings are locked. Locked away inside a chest. Inside my chest. In a locker called “the heart”.
And the tongue. God, the tongue is so mischievous.
It’s too fast. I wanted to say something else, but I ended up saying crappy things. Stupid things, most of the time. I couldn’t stop myself. And in the end..those precious thoughts are still locked away..forever waiting to be opened..so that they will mean something..instead of just waiting there..not filling it’s purpose..not reaching the hearts I miss so dearly..
That if they are sad, I too feel like crying..That if they are happy, I too felt like laughing. And if they’re no longer here, I too felt like my spirit is not in my body. Those feelings..dear God..are stored..waiting..for me to grow up.
Because an adult, can surely make better decisions, say the right words, that truly reflect her heart..rather than this young mischievous girl who still prefers to keep it a secret, than to openly face them, for fear her feelings have no place in this time and age.
Dear God, only you know..how much I miss Rasulullah, his companions, the muslims before me..who openly proclaim what I now have to keep in my heart a secret, which is
“I love you dear brother, even though you are not my blood brother, because
Allah says so. Whatever I possess is also yours, whatever your sorrows are
also mine, and whatever joy you feel brings great joy to me too..just because Allah
says so.”
Dear God, bring me someone who also has this secret in her heart, so that we both may unlock each other’s hearts.
For we, at last have found..who these feelings were meant for.
I’ll be waiting for you..my gift from Allah.
I’ll be waiting for you..my gift from Allah.
Please let us meet soon..for I can no longer keep this feeling inside my chest..it is too much for me to hold..alone.. for it is not for me..but it is for those who seek pure love and understanding. Love as muslims.
I’ll be waiting for you..whoever you are..
I’ll be waiting for you..whoever you are..
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
DOOMSDAY?
"Beware! The world will come to an end! One day..everything in this world..this entire universe..shall be detroyed! Doom is upon us humans! We are doomed...dooommed I tell you..!"
A filthy old man with his overgrown beard, tangled in a dark mass under his chin, this guy is no Santa Claus. Not that I believe in Santa Claus.
I always saw this kind of old man depicted in newspaper cartoons and in Western movies.
An old man, a beggar it seems, stands in the middle of a walkway, where bussinessmen are rushing by to go to important meetings and hundreds of other passer bys going to their destinations. The old man..holds a big sign saying, "Beware of the Doomsday o humans" or "The End is Near" or something of that sort. Beside him will be an old worn mug, for people who still have hearts to throw in some coins for the ragged man, amidst bustling of to their workplaces.
But, as expected, nobody sees him.
It's like he's not even there.
I'm not going to talk about the old man.
What I want to emphasize is his message.
The message that our prophet SAW constantly reminded his ummah of. And who is his "ummah"? Every living human that comes after him. With the condition that they believe in the existence of only One God, who created this universe and everything in it from nothing. They are the humans who can "claim" they are his ummah on this so-called doomsday..
I question the West or the users of English language, for that matter. My question is, why doomsday? Why use the word "doomsday"?
Will there really come this day, when all human races, from the time of Prophet Adam a.s until the very last person standing on this earthly soil, will be doomed?
I agree and I also disagree.
I agree. I believe that ONE DAY..A DAY when all humans will be gathered, together, to answer for everything, from the smallest grain of rice that he ate..until the very last word he utters before `Izrail a.s pulls his soul away from his body. I believe IT WILL COME, be it late or soon.
What I disagree..wholeheartedly, is the use of the term "doomsday". I hate it. Don't ever say that THE DAY is doomsday. I won't accept that. Because I believe..I BELIEVE THAT GOD IS AR-RAHMAN AR-RAHIM.
I believe..Allah will forgive humans..if we just shed our so-called "pride". Let us think for a moment. We are proud. Proud of what?
Well, that's really something to be proud of. Oh, yes, definitely.
I bet you're also proud that because of your stinking rich assets, thousands, millions, billions of people are hungry.
What? Hungry? What, don't they have anything to eat back at their homes? I don't believe it! That's rubbish..
Oh wait. Let me paraphrase that. They're not hungy like when YOU ARE HUNGRY. THEY DIE FROM HUNGER. Millions are ALREADY DEAD, for your information. Do you know how painful that is? When death comes at you so slowly, that it pulls at you so slowly that you just wished you'd die RIGHT NOW? No, I bet that's just rubbish in your eyes. Now I understand where all that pride comes from. From taking away other people's lives. That's what you're proud of.
Thank goodness people like you ARE NOT GOD.
In fact, all the prophets have been saying the same message; there is only One God, and that is Allah SWT, the supreme creator, creating everything so easily that by only HIS WILL, the sun, the moon, the earth, the sky, the stars, the ever expanding galaxy just...POP OUT OF NOWHERE. If you can say pop.
Can you imagine it? No, we can't. Our minds can't grasp it. It's just too amazing to be put into words.
When Allah says, "Kun! Fayakun."(Become/Be! And so it becomes)
If I were to say to a chair,
Well, first you start seeing many pairs of eyes fixed directly on you. And then you'll see their heads start to shake from side to side. Then their mouth says "Gile ke ape/Is she crazy or what?"
So, what is our will compared to the will of Allah? I had to say 16 words (count the o chair sentence), but still nothing happened..well, I'll become famous, that's for sure. But the chair remained a chair. If I said a thousand words even, the chair would still be a chair. Nothing more, nothing less. THAT IS THE "POWER" of my will. of a human's will.
Is there any "power" in it? No.
On the other hand, imagine just by His will, everything was suddenly there. All he had to say was "Kun!" And everything..EVERYTHING..big or small was created. All it takes is one word. His word. How powerful is that?
In the end, what is there to be proud of? Big cash? Classy cars? Big bungalows? Is that it, when the prophet also reminded us of D-day. When, everything will be destroyed, as if it was never there. When, in reality, you and I both know that we once lived here. Our house now. Our parents cars. Your pet fish. It was there. It was here. But, in the end, it's like it never happened.
So, what do we do? We work our b**t off to get a degree and now I'm saying it's all going to be dust?
Don't worry mates. As far as you're concerned, I'm working my b**t off too. But here's the catch. I'm also working my....body off for the future.
THE REAL BUT UNSEEN FUTURE.
Mates, our future is not here. Not in Ad-dunia. It's way ahead. Just look. Look beyond this life...and see for yourself, the REAL LIFE that Allah is offering us. We don't have to die anymore. But we have to "taste" death first. But don't worry. Because Allah promised us, it's only once. And the bonus is Al-Jannah. Or you could opt to stay in another place..what's its name..oh yes..An-Naar a.k.a The Hellfire. I'm sure we've all heard of that. But, that is the extend of Allah's offer. Two only. So, what's it gonna be?
Don't you see? Allah grants us immortality. Just like the West always dreamed of in their Hollywood movies. They cook up potions, like in Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone because they WANT to live forever.
Well, I think they are far behind because 1400 years ago..the prophet already told us about immortality. They really should learn from the prophet before making those movies. Then they'd realized that their concept is way outdated.
The road is tough, but nobody ever said life on earth was easy, especially not God. But, I believe in Him and His Messengers.
I believe that continuing to believe in Islam..in Al-Quran and Al-hadith..will..definitely qualify me, my family, friends, teachers and all muslims as rightful owners of the Jannah.
Believe..so you wouldn't be dreading about this "doomsday".
In fact, I promise you, Muhammand SAW promises us..Allah promises us that you'll be looking forward to it.
So, see you guys there, someday.
A filthy old man with his overgrown beard, tangled in a dark mass under his chin, this guy is no Santa Claus. Not that I believe in Santa Claus.
I always saw this kind of old man depicted in newspaper cartoons and in Western movies.
An old man, a beggar it seems, stands in the middle of a walkway, where bussinessmen are rushing by to go to important meetings and hundreds of other passer bys going to their destinations. The old man..holds a big sign saying, "Beware of the Doomsday o humans" or "The End is Near" or something of that sort. Beside him will be an old worn mug, for people who still have hearts to throw in some coins for the ragged man, amidst bustling of to their workplaces.
But, as expected, nobody sees him.
It's like he's not even there.
I'm not going to talk about the old man.
What I want to emphasize is his message.
The message that our prophet SAW constantly reminded his ummah of. And who is his "ummah"? Every living human that comes after him. With the condition that they believe in the existence of only One God, who created this universe and everything in it from nothing. They are the humans who can "claim" they are his ummah on this so-called doomsday..
I question the West or the users of English language, for that matter. My question is, why doomsday? Why use the word "doomsday"?
Will there really come this day, when all human races, from the time of Prophet Adam a.s until the very last person standing on this earthly soil, will be doomed?
I agree and I also disagree.
I agree. I believe that ONE DAY..A DAY when all humans will be gathered, together, to answer for everything, from the smallest grain of rice that he ate..until the very last word he utters before `Izrail a.s pulls his soul away from his body. I believe IT WILL COME, be it late or soon.
What I disagree..wholeheartedly, is the use of the term "doomsday". I hate it. Don't ever say that THE DAY is doomsday. I won't accept that. Because I believe..I BELIEVE THAT GOD IS AR-RAHMAN AR-RAHIM.
I believe..Allah will forgive humans..if we just shed our so-called "pride". Let us think for a moment. We are proud. Proud of what?
Well, I have a castle as big as a football field..I'm the CEO of the
world's richest company..I own a chain of hotels in 26 countries around the world..And I drive a Lamborghini to work. Oh, wait, I forgot. I don't have to work anymore cause I'm filthy rich.
Well, that's really something to be proud of. Oh, yes, definitely.
I bet you're also proud that because of your stinking rich assets, thousands, millions, billions of people are hungry.
What? Hungry? What, don't they have anything to eat back at their homes? I don't believe it! That's rubbish..
Oh wait. Let me paraphrase that. They're not hungy like when YOU ARE HUNGRY. THEY DIE FROM HUNGER. Millions are ALREADY DEAD, for your information. Do you know how painful that is? When death comes at you so slowly, that it pulls at you so slowly that you just wished you'd die RIGHT NOW? No, I bet that's just rubbish in your eyes. Now I understand where all that pride comes from. From taking away other people's lives. That's what you're proud of.
Thank goodness people like you ARE NOT GOD.
In fact, all the prophets have been saying the same message; there is only One God, and that is Allah SWT, the supreme creator, creating everything so easily that by only HIS WILL, the sun, the moon, the earth, the sky, the stars, the ever expanding galaxy just...POP OUT OF NOWHERE. If you can say pop.
Can you imagine it? No, we can't. Our minds can't grasp it. It's just too amazing to be put into words.
When Allah says, "Kun! Fayakun."(Become/Be! And so it becomes)
If I were to say to a chair,
"O chair, become the most handsome man in the world so that I can marry you (or something like that)"What do you think is going to happen?
Well, first you start seeing many pairs of eyes fixed directly on you. And then you'll see their heads start to shake from side to side. Then their mouth says "Gile ke ape/Is she crazy or what?"
So, what is our will compared to the will of Allah? I had to say 16 words (count the o chair sentence), but still nothing happened..well, I'll become famous, that's for sure. But the chair remained a chair. If I said a thousand words even, the chair would still be a chair. Nothing more, nothing less. THAT IS THE "POWER" of my will. of a human's will.
Is there any "power" in it? No.
On the other hand, imagine just by His will, everything was suddenly there. All he had to say was "Kun!" And everything..EVERYTHING..big or small was created. All it takes is one word. His word. How powerful is that?
In the end, what is there to be proud of? Big cash? Classy cars? Big bungalows? Is that it, when the prophet also reminded us of D-day. When, everything will be destroyed, as if it was never there. When, in reality, you and I both know that we once lived here. Our house now. Our parents cars. Your pet fish. It was there. It was here. But, in the end, it's like it never happened.
So, what do we do? We work our b**t off to get a degree and now I'm saying it's all going to be dust?
Don't worry mates. As far as you're concerned, I'm working my b**t off too. But here's the catch. I'm also working my....body off for the future.
THE REAL BUT UNSEEN FUTURE.
Mates, our future is not here. Not in Ad-dunia. It's way ahead. Just look. Look beyond this life...and see for yourself, the REAL LIFE that Allah is offering us. We don't have to die anymore. But we have to "taste" death first. But don't worry. Because Allah promised us, it's only once. And the bonus is Al-Jannah. Or you could opt to stay in another place..what's its name..oh yes..An-Naar a.k.a The Hellfire. I'm sure we've all heard of that. But, that is the extend of Allah's offer. Two only. So, what's it gonna be?
Don't you see? Allah grants us immortality. Just like the West always dreamed of in their Hollywood movies. They cook up potions, like in Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone because they WANT to live forever.
Well, I think they are far behind because 1400 years ago..the prophet already told us about immortality. They really should learn from the prophet before making those movies. Then they'd realized that their concept is way outdated.
The road is tough, but nobody ever said life on earth was easy, especially not God. But, I believe in Him and His Messengers.
I believe that continuing to believe in Islam..in Al-Quran and Al-hadith..will..definitely qualify me, my family, friends, teachers and all muslims as rightful owners of the Jannah.
Believe..so you wouldn't be dreading about this "doomsday".
In fact, I promise you, Muhammand SAW promises us..Allah promises us that you'll be looking forward to it.
So, see you guys there, someday.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Moving On
When people ask me, “Where are you from?” Or in Bahasa Malaysia, ”Awak asal mana?”, I would always pause for a moment. Then I would answer, “You can say I’m from Kuala Lumpur or Kedah or Terengganu.” Then the person would say,”Wow, there’s so many answers. Which one is it?”
Actually all three are correct. I was born in Kuala Terengganu and lived there for some time. Then, we moved to KL because dad was transferred there. I remembered that I schooled in standard one for about 3 or was it 6 months in Sek Ren Al-Amin, then I was moving again. This time to Pinang Tunggal, a quiet, peaceful little place with tonnes of fresh air. That’s in Kedah. When I started standard five, we moved, AGAIN, but we didn’t left the state. We simply said, ”Bye-bye Pinang Tunggal and hello Bedong.”
Ok, I know. Bedong? Is it in Perak? Or isn’t it in Sarawak? Well, yes and no. Bedong is quite a common name for places in Malaysia, but this Bedong is in Kedah. It’s between Sungai Petani and Gurun. Ooo..now I know. Cakapla Sungai Petani, yang tu orang tahula..
Yeah,yeah. Bedong is really not famous, not even in Kedah. When I got there the first time, I felt like I was entering a cowboy town. The shops still used the 80’s buildings. And would you believe it, the old train station from the time of MY MOTHER was still there, just like it used to be.
Mom said, “This place never changes. It is like this then and is still the same now” while sighing. No argument there.
Coincidentally, Bedong is where my mother was born. Neat, huh? I think my mother loved the times we lived there, because her school was only ten minutes drive from home. Yes, she’s a teacher. She always said she missed living there…Huh? What do I mean by “missed living there?”. Oh wait, I forgot to tell you that AGAIN, we moved BACK TO KL. Because of Dad, of course.
Now, let me make a summary. In my 20 years of living, I’ve moved one, two…four! Yes, FOUR TIMES IN 20 YEARS. Wow. That’s some record.
So, there you have it. I can be from Terengganu or Kedah or KL. Depends on the question. But I usually say I’m from KL.
So, what’s the purpose of all this talk about moving?
Hahahaha…
Actually I don’t know.
I think I was just thinking the word “moving”. Moving can be physically as well as mentally.
Physically means moving from one place to another, just like when my family had that “moving Fever” back then. (haha)
But moving mentally means you yourself are changing. Changing to be a better student, maybe. Changing your life style, your hobbies, or whatever.
And right now I seem to be right in the middle of the changing zone.
Lately, I felt like all my past life is being made a movie. And I’m the only audience.
Watching your own flashback can be very painful. There were a lot of things that I regretted doing, wishing I could undo it all. Like being a better daughter. Caring about others more and myself less. Doing things for my own sake, not because to please other people. I really suffered back then.
I was sad. Depressed. Nothing in life makes me happy. Feel like giving up living. Why? Why live at all when there’s nothing to live for?
(Chuckles). But that’s the thing about pasts. They are already PAST. There’s nothing you can do about it.
So, this morning, after many months ‘watching my childhood cinema’. I “woke up”. Suddenly, I knew what’s the problem. I knew what I had to do.
I HAVE TO MOVE ON.
I said to myself this morning(no, I’m not crazy), “What the heck was I thinking? Stop dreaming. Stop it F*****h. Stop looking into the past for answers. THEY’RE NOT THERE. You’ve been living in the past ALL THIS TIME. That’s why you can’t see the great and wonderful things that are happening around you. That’s why nothing makes you happy. YOU’VE BEEN SEARCHING AT THE WRONG PLACES. YOU NEED TO MOVE ON”.
You need to move on…You need to move on…You need to move on…
It echoed in my head.
Suddenly everything was clear. No more sadness. No more confusions. After all, why confuse yourself with something that you can’t even touch anymore?
You can’t change what’s already happened. You CANT TURN BACK TIME. And even if you could, would things have really changed? Or would it have been of WORSE?
It could’ve been worse. Or it could’ve been better. But hey, it’s still a 50-50 chance. I don’t want to mess up my life because it’s already in a mess.
So, what should I do so that it ISN’T MESSY ANYMORE?
MOVE ON. That’s what I should do.
Hasan Al-Banna, a great man and muslim who is greatly admired by muslim youngsters including yours truly, once said, “When a person is moving from one phase to another, that is the most important time of his life”.
Like ipin always say, “Betul3x!”
True. I feel this is the most important phase of my life. I’m moving from a kid to an adult. I start to realize of the responsibilities I hold for my own life. I never cared before. But now I do. It means I’m changing. It means I’m moving.
I feel like a caterpillar in its pupa…waiting to come out and see the world… Will I have wings? What colour are they? The future..my future is yet to unfold..so full of uncertainties..I hope, no, I want to embrace my future with open arms. I want to challenge my future and battle my way to old age.
I want to be the butterfly..graceful and beautiful..soaring to the blue sky of the future.. finally out of her pupa of her past.
Actually all three are correct. I was born in Kuala Terengganu and lived there for some time. Then, we moved to KL because dad was transferred there. I remembered that I schooled in standard one for about 3 or was it 6 months in Sek Ren Al-Amin, then I was moving again. This time to Pinang Tunggal, a quiet, peaceful little place with tonnes of fresh air. That’s in Kedah. When I started standard five, we moved, AGAIN, but we didn’t left the state. We simply said, ”Bye-bye Pinang Tunggal and hello Bedong.”
Ok, I know. Bedong? Is it in Perak? Or isn’t it in Sarawak? Well, yes and no. Bedong is quite a common name for places in Malaysia, but this Bedong is in Kedah. It’s between Sungai Petani and Gurun. Ooo..now I know. Cakapla Sungai Petani, yang tu orang tahula..
Yeah,yeah. Bedong is really not famous, not even in Kedah. When I got there the first time, I felt like I was entering a cowboy town. The shops still used the 80’s buildings. And would you believe it, the old train station from the time of MY MOTHER was still there, just like it used to be.
Mom said, “This place never changes. It is like this then and is still the same now” while sighing. No argument there.
Coincidentally, Bedong is where my mother was born. Neat, huh? I think my mother loved the times we lived there, because her school was only ten minutes drive from home. Yes, she’s a teacher. She always said she missed living there…Huh? What do I mean by “missed living there?”. Oh wait, I forgot to tell you that AGAIN, we moved BACK TO KL. Because of Dad, of course.
Now, let me make a summary. In my 20 years of living, I’ve moved one, two…four! Yes, FOUR TIMES IN 20 YEARS. Wow. That’s some record.
So, there you have it. I can be from Terengganu or Kedah or KL. Depends on the question. But I usually say I’m from KL.
So, what’s the purpose of all this talk about moving?
Hahahaha…
Actually I don’t know.
I think I was just thinking the word “moving”. Moving can be physically as well as mentally.
Physically means moving from one place to another, just like when my family had that “moving Fever” back then. (haha)
But moving mentally means you yourself are changing. Changing to be a better student, maybe. Changing your life style, your hobbies, or whatever.
And right now I seem to be right in the middle of the changing zone.
Lately, I felt like all my past life is being made a movie. And I’m the only audience.
Watching your own flashback can be very painful. There were a lot of things that I regretted doing, wishing I could undo it all. Like being a better daughter. Caring about others more and myself less. Doing things for my own sake, not because to please other people. I really suffered back then.
I was sad. Depressed. Nothing in life makes me happy. Feel like giving up living. Why? Why live at all when there’s nothing to live for?
(Chuckles). But that’s the thing about pasts. They are already PAST. There’s nothing you can do about it.
So, this morning, after many months ‘watching my childhood cinema’. I “woke up”. Suddenly, I knew what’s the problem. I knew what I had to do.
I HAVE TO MOVE ON.
I said to myself this morning(no, I’m not crazy), “What the heck was I thinking? Stop dreaming. Stop it F*****h. Stop looking into the past for answers. THEY’RE NOT THERE. You’ve been living in the past ALL THIS TIME. That’s why you can’t see the great and wonderful things that are happening around you. That’s why nothing makes you happy. YOU’VE BEEN SEARCHING AT THE WRONG PLACES. YOU NEED TO MOVE ON”.
You need to move on…You need to move on…You need to move on…
It echoed in my head.
Suddenly everything was clear. No more sadness. No more confusions. After all, why confuse yourself with something that you can’t even touch anymore?
You can’t change what’s already happened. You CANT TURN BACK TIME. And even if you could, would things have really changed? Or would it have been of WORSE?
It could’ve been worse. Or it could’ve been better. But hey, it’s still a 50-50 chance. I don’t want to mess up my life because it’s already in a mess.
So, what should I do so that it ISN’T MESSY ANYMORE?
MOVE ON. That’s what I should do.
Hasan Al-Banna, a great man and muslim who is greatly admired by muslim youngsters including yours truly, once said, “When a person is moving from one phase to another, that is the most important time of his life”.
Like ipin always say, “Betul3x!”
True. I feel this is the most important phase of my life. I’m moving from a kid to an adult. I start to realize of the responsibilities I hold for my own life. I never cared before. But now I do. It means I’m changing. It means I’m moving.
I feel like a caterpillar in its pupa…waiting to come out and see the world… Will I have wings? What colour are they? The future..my future is yet to unfold..so full of uncertainties..I hope, no, I want to embrace my future with open arms. I want to challenge my future and battle my way to old age.
I want to be the butterfly..graceful and beautiful..soaring to the blue sky of the future.. finally out of her pupa of her past.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Hitam dan Kelabu
HMM. Dulu hitam. Sekarang dah kelabu sikit.
Ape kelabu-kelabu ni? Bulu kucing ke? Warna baju ke?
Tak pun macam satu pepatah tu, "Kelabu **** anjing"?
Hohoho. Bukan. Semuanya bukan.
Kalau ada orang dapat teka, bererti dia memiliki sekeping hati yang lembut dan penyayang.
Huhu..
Sebenarnya itu warna rambut mak. Dan juga ayah.
Dulu masa kecik-kecik tak nak tengok betul-betul. Tak ambil berat. Yang aku tahu cuma masalah diri sendiri je. Sekarang bila dah bertukar warna, barulah aku perasan.
Bahawa diriku dikurniakan seorang ibu dan ayah yang cukup menyayangi anak-anaknya.
Bahawa diriku sebenarnya anak yang bertuah.
"Memang bertuah! Mak cakap dah setengah jam tadi..kamu asyik cakap "ye mak, kejap lagi angah buat..kejap lagi, kejap lagi .." Last-last mak jugak yang buat..Bertuah punye budak.."
Memang itulah yang sering ibuku ucapkan kepadaku. Orang lain mungkin boleh tersengih-sengih macam kerang busuk, tapi aku ni jenis yang ekstrim sikit.
Aku bersifat 'defensive'. Maksudnya aku ni sebenarnya pantang ditegur. Kalau ada sesiapa yang tegur aku, tambah-tamabah waktu tu kepala tengah berserabut...apa lagi...jawabnya meledakla bom atom kat Malaysia!
Takdela garang sangat, bagi aku. Tapi hakikatnya aku rasa aku mmg garang. Sampai mak cik sebelah ayah aku cakap aku ni "cenge". Tu bahasa kedah, maksudnya "garang".
Kesian pulak kat mak ayah..
Haaii..kalau ingat2 balik aku ni memang seorang anak yg amat susah dijaga. (Sebenarnya dalam adik-beradik aku akulah 'dinobatkan' sebagai 'artis' paling popular dalam keluarga)
Pada zaman aku masih bayi, aku suka tidur dalam buaian. Buaian yang henjut-henjut manually tu. Mak ingatkan aku dah tidur, so dia pun lepaskan tangan. Elok je buaian tu berhenti, aku nangis.
"Waaa.....waaaa....waaa...meow.."
Ok, mane ade meow..Lantas, ibuku kembali mengayunkan buaianku dgn penuh kasih sayang. Oh, terharunya aku masa tu. Aku pun tidur kembali. Suasana rumah pun kembali sepi, sepi tanpa tangisanku yang comel itu.
"Ok. Dah tidur pun budak ni. Yes! Time mama pulak nak tido."(Mak aku kata dalam hati)
Satu..dua..
"Waaa..waaa..weee..uwee.."
"Ai..baru bilang satu dua dah jaga balik..waaa aku pun nak nangis jgk la.."(tangis makku dlm hatinya)
-perhatian: dialog adalah rekaan semata-mata. Tapi cerita ialah kisah benar.
Macam tulah kehidupan mak sambil menunggu aku membesar. Memang kene hayun buaian tu 24 jam. Agaknya mak aku time tu lagi rela hayun mangkuk kot drpd hayun aku!
Haha~takdela. takkanlah mak tak sayang anak. Ibu mana tak sayang anak kan? Yelah, dah kenal 9 bulan, mestilah dah jatuh cinta dengan bayi kan? Ke mana kita pergi, dia akan ikut bersama. Samalah jugak, mana dia pergi kita pun ikut. Yela, kongsi badan katakan. Macam remaja2 Malaysia sekarang, berkepit sana sini, kalah ibu mengandung. Ibu 9 bulan je, tapi 'generasi pemimpin' macam tak ada 'deadline' langsung kecuali kalau diorang betul2 akan mati time tu. Maka itulah 'deadline' mereka.
Mungkin diorang tu tak pernah nak usya kepala mak ayah diorang kot. Jangan cari kutu sudah. Kang tak pasal2 kene masuk hospital.
Maksudnya 'usya' rambut. Kalau dah mula keluar rambut2 putih, itu tandanya mereka semakin tua. Itu tandanya mereka semakin tak berdaya. Itu tandanya mereka pula yang perlu diberi perhatian. Itu tandanya mereka pula yang perlu dijaga.
Mak dan ayah. Mom and dad. Umi dan abi. Papa dan mama. Ringkas, tetapi cukup bermakna buat insan berpangkat anak.
Ingatlah jasa ibu bapa. Jangan berjanji kosong sahaja. Jagalah makan minum dan perasaan mereka. Wang tidak dapat menggantikan kasih sayang seorang anak.
Kasih sayang, itulah yang paling mereka dambakan di hari tua.
Mak, ayah, terima kasih atas segalanya.
Ape kelabu-kelabu ni? Bulu kucing ke? Warna baju ke?
Tak pun macam satu pepatah tu, "Kelabu **** anjing"?
Hohoho. Bukan. Semuanya bukan.
Kalau ada orang dapat teka, bererti dia memiliki sekeping hati yang lembut dan penyayang.
Huhu..
Sebenarnya itu warna rambut mak. Dan juga ayah.
Dulu masa kecik-kecik tak nak tengok betul-betul. Tak ambil berat. Yang aku tahu cuma masalah diri sendiri je. Sekarang bila dah bertukar warna, barulah aku perasan.
Bahawa diriku dikurniakan seorang ibu dan ayah yang cukup menyayangi anak-anaknya.
Bahawa diriku sebenarnya anak yang bertuah.
"Memang bertuah! Mak cakap dah setengah jam tadi..kamu asyik cakap "ye mak, kejap lagi angah buat..kejap lagi, kejap lagi .." Last-last mak jugak yang buat..Bertuah punye budak.."
Memang itulah yang sering ibuku ucapkan kepadaku. Orang lain mungkin boleh tersengih-sengih macam kerang busuk, tapi aku ni jenis yang ekstrim sikit.
Aku bersifat 'defensive'. Maksudnya aku ni sebenarnya pantang ditegur. Kalau ada sesiapa yang tegur aku, tambah-tamabah waktu tu kepala tengah berserabut...apa lagi...jawabnya meledakla bom atom kat Malaysia!
Takdela garang sangat, bagi aku. Tapi hakikatnya aku rasa aku mmg garang. Sampai mak cik sebelah ayah aku cakap aku ni "cenge". Tu bahasa kedah, maksudnya "garang".
Kesian pulak kat mak ayah..
Haaii..kalau ingat2 balik aku ni memang seorang anak yg amat susah dijaga. (Sebenarnya dalam adik-beradik aku akulah 'dinobatkan' sebagai 'artis' paling popular dalam keluarga)
Pada zaman aku masih bayi, aku suka tidur dalam buaian. Buaian yang henjut-henjut manually tu. Mak ingatkan aku dah tidur, so dia pun lepaskan tangan. Elok je buaian tu berhenti, aku nangis.
"Waaa.....waaaa....waaa...meow.."
Ok, mane ade meow..Lantas, ibuku kembali mengayunkan buaianku dgn penuh kasih sayang. Oh, terharunya aku masa tu. Aku pun tidur kembali. Suasana rumah pun kembali sepi, sepi tanpa tangisanku yang comel itu.
"Ok. Dah tidur pun budak ni. Yes! Time mama pulak nak tido."(Mak aku kata dalam hati)
Satu..dua..
"Waaa..waaa..weee..uwee.."
"Ai..baru bilang satu dua dah jaga balik..waaa aku pun nak nangis jgk la.."(tangis makku dlm hatinya)
-perhatian: dialog adalah rekaan semata-mata. Tapi cerita ialah kisah benar.
Macam tulah kehidupan mak sambil menunggu aku membesar. Memang kene hayun buaian tu 24 jam. Agaknya mak aku time tu lagi rela hayun mangkuk kot drpd hayun aku!
Haha~takdela. takkanlah mak tak sayang anak. Ibu mana tak sayang anak kan? Yelah, dah kenal 9 bulan, mestilah dah jatuh cinta dengan bayi kan? Ke mana kita pergi, dia akan ikut bersama. Samalah jugak, mana dia pergi kita pun ikut. Yela, kongsi badan katakan. Macam remaja2 Malaysia sekarang, berkepit sana sini, kalah ibu mengandung. Ibu 9 bulan je, tapi 'generasi pemimpin' macam tak ada 'deadline' langsung kecuali kalau diorang betul2 akan mati time tu. Maka itulah 'deadline' mereka.
Mungkin diorang tu tak pernah nak usya kepala mak ayah diorang kot. Jangan cari kutu sudah. Kang tak pasal2 kene masuk hospital.
Maksudnya 'usya' rambut. Kalau dah mula keluar rambut2 putih, itu tandanya mereka semakin tua. Itu tandanya mereka semakin tak berdaya. Itu tandanya mereka pula yang perlu diberi perhatian. Itu tandanya mereka pula yang perlu dijaga.
Mak dan ayah. Mom and dad. Umi dan abi. Papa dan mama. Ringkas, tetapi cukup bermakna buat insan berpangkat anak.
Ingatlah jasa ibu bapa. Jangan berjanji kosong sahaja. Jagalah makan minum dan perasaan mereka. Wang tidak dapat menggantikan kasih sayang seorang anak.
Kasih sayang, itulah yang paling mereka dambakan di hari tua.
Mak, ayah, terima kasih atas segalanya.
Friday, April 10, 2009
Simple but Nice Album - The Prophet's Hands
Alhamdulillah, I found this nice collection of English Islamic songs in an album titled "The Prophet's Hands". Actually I was looking for Sami Yusuf's songs, but I found this instead. It's a joint collaboration of reknowned artists namely, Dawud Wharnsby-Ali, Yusuf Islam, Shaam, Zain Bhikha, and others. I downloaded the songs from this website, for...f.r.e.e.
Thank you so much for the website owner for allowing me to listen to such great, soothing yet remindful songs about Allah and his Prophet.
http://freenasheeds.blogspot.com/2008/12/prophets-hands-dawud-wharsby.html
Full Track List:
Introduction
The People Of The Boxes
The Crazy Spots Ive Prayed
Remember Allah
Whisper Of Pease Reprise
Dont Talk About Muhammad (Wonderful Nasheed)
Afraid To Read
Conclusion
Try listening to these. They're wonderful reminders of Our Creator.
Thank you so much for the website owner for allowing me to listen to such great, soothing yet remindful songs about Allah and his Prophet.
http://freenasheeds.blogspot.com/2008/12/prophets-hands-dawud-wharsby.html
Full Track List:
Introduction
The People Of The Boxes
The Crazy Spots Ive Prayed
Remember Allah
Whisper Of Pease Reprise
Dont Talk About Muhammad (Wonderful Nasheed)
Afraid To Read
Conclusion
Try listening to these. They're wonderful reminders of Our Creator.
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