27 December 2011

Wasilah

Hari ini kami berkumpul lagi. Duduk-duduk riang mingguan kami yang tak lekang gelak tawa, tak lekang pesan doa. Hala tuju kami hanya satu : menggapai redha Tuhan yang bersepah atas muka bumi ni. Satu yang aku harapkan dari semua ni, aku mengharapkan perubahan dalam diri.

Tabiat-tabiat yang aku memang nak buang tapi susah benar, ya Allah Kau saja yang tahu.

Jadi antara kami tak semua berlatar belakangkan sekolah agama. We come from different sides of the community which makes us the perfect melting pot as it is. Some of us have never even heard of the term 'Hamas' or 'tajdid' or names like Najib or Haji Hadi. Yes, we are a variety. No, not knowing certain things does not make him any less of a muslim than I am but the truth is, there are certain things that you just should have known. I mean at least it has been on the news or internet since the early years of its invention. 

And this makes me sad because the Propher p.b.u.h said that if you do not care about the wellbeings of the people then you are not one of me.

How sad it is that most of us makes the less and non-importance to be the priority in our daily lives.

Aku lihat besi-besi yang ada di sekeliling. Besi-besi, yang majoritinya karat termasuklah aku. No, I don't mean metal in its literal definition. Metals, of which I will equate it to be talents. Oh how those talents are wasted, how those times are wasted because nobody tells them that they are special.

So this is why we gathered, to make us realise that true potential that lies deep within ourselves and use it for a good cause. As Allah grants hidaya only to those He chooses, be greatful that from billions of people out there, He chose us. Lupakan cemuhan orang, lupakan. Because there are at least two sides to every story, and NEVER judge before hearing from both sides :)



O you who have believed, fear Allah and seek the means [wasilah, jalan] to Him and strive in His cause that you may succeed. [5:35]

So....what now?

16 December 2011

The Rightful Pledge

Amat besar kebenciannya di sisi Allah sekiranya kamu memperkatakan sesuatu yang kamu tidak melakukannya [61:3]

Baru beberapa hari lepas kami sembang pasal dia. Dia, si anak melayu lelaki yang hilang tiga tahun kemudian tau-tau dah kahwin dengan lelaki. Tak sangka, chatting kosong antara aku dan Khairul Danial rupa-rupanya akan terjawab beberapa hari lepas tu.

Aku terfikir, berapa banyak dosa orang pertama yang dedahkan berita ni dapat, dia akan tanggung ke? Was it worth it to be sent to the Fire just to increase your blog's traffic? Aku curious, ya, jadi aku pun bukak lah link-link yang dikongsi tu. Just like MalaysiaKini and hundreds of other blogs, underneath a post are Facebook comment boxes with beautiful supportive comments.

Pattern 1: Komen-komen menghina yang tak membantu sesiapa. Bayangkan tiga orang, si A, si B dan si C. A buat salah, B dapat tau tapi dia tak tegur si A, B bagitau si C supaya A ni bertaubat.

Pattern 2 : Komen-komen bajet islamik. "Woi, kau ni bodoh ke apa? Tak takut neraka ke?" and the like. Isn't it ironic that you're telling someone to be afraid of Hell when what you're actually doing is bound to push you into it? Atau komen-komen seperti "Astaghfirullah, dunia akhir zaman." Seseorang itu hanya akan menambah masalah, dan bukan menyelesaikan masalah sekiranya dia tidak memberi idea penyelesaian.

Pattern 3 : Budaya gosip. Orang-orang kita, suka betul pada berita-berita tak jelas sumbernya, yang berbentuk conspiracy theory, yang tak tahu bagaimana hujung pangkalnya. 

I think it's enough if I put her a quote from this brilliant half-chinese friend of mine :

Dear kawan-kawan. Tolongla stop share article pasal budak lelaki Dublin tu. First, banyak pelajar asing kat FB ni and this will affect our image as Malaysians. He is not proof that our moral credibility as a country has diminished. Second, tak baik buka aib orang. Memang nak jadi sebagai teladan bagi lain tapi this is not the way to do it. I'd hate if it were my family or friend being plastered on the net for committing depraved acts.. That is all.

But the main point I would be glad to stress here is the gossiping culture, or what it represents. How our minds are used to discuss useless, pointless topics. Kita sibuk dengan hal-hal kecil sampai kita taktau nak menyusun prioriti. Semua sibuk tengok Running Man, drama Korea, sitcom US, baca manga, main PES, leveling. Kita punya side activity banyak sangat sampai main activity kita tergadai. Tak salah untuk berseronok, tapi yang jadi salah bila kita melampaui batas, dan Tuhan sudah berkali-kali sebut tentang manusia-manusia yang melampaui batas.

Jadi, lahirlah insan-insan berumur 40 tahun yang masih merangkak membaca surah al-Fatihah. Atau yang membongkok menonggeng tapi taktau kenapa dia ruku'? 

Even the musics and movies we so love and honor have become shallower, simpler with repeated endings. We used to have M.Nasir, now we have Akademi Fantasia. Musics and movies represent the things that we used to distract ourselves from the more important things, now has become nothing more than just sounds and moving pictures of good looking people fitting our hidden sexual desires. So now we cannot give constructive comments about anything. We cannot create new ideas and we stay away from things that make us think.

Most of us, instead of thinking how did the guy end up in a gay marriage, we insulted him in the name of Allah, which, of course is a disgrace. Most of us would rather talk about why did Apek break up with his fiance than how to decrease the number of children being born out of wedlock. Most of us would complain and complain but not many of us is willing to contribute to rebuild the rightful world order.

So what is our purpose of living? Is it to be just yet another burden to society?




Dan demikianlah (sebagaimana Kami telah memimpin kamu ke jalan yang lurus), Kami jadikan kamu (wahai umat Muhammad) satu umat yang pilihan lagi adil, supaya kamu layak menjadi orang yang memberi keterangan kepada umat manusia (tentang yang benar dan yang salah) dan Rasulullah (Muhammad) pula akan menjadi orang yang menerangkan kebenaran perbuatan kamu. (Sebenarnya kiblat kamu ialah Kaabah) dan tiadalah Kami jadikan kiblat yang engkau mengadapnya dahulu itu (wahai Muhammad), melainkan untuk menjadi ujian bagi melahirkan pengetahuan Kami tentang siapakah yang benar-benar mengikut Rasul serta membenarkannya dan siapa pula yang berpaling tadah (berbalik kepada kekufurannya) dan sesungguhnya (soal peralihan arah kiblat) itu adalah amat berat (untuk diterima) kecuali kepada orang-orang yang telah diberikan Allah petunjuk hidayah dan Allah tidak akan menghilangkan (bukti) iman kamu. Sesungguhnya Allah Amat melimpah belas kasihan dan rahmatNya kepada orang-orang (yang beriman) [2:143]

11 December 2011

Buta


Aku sedang baca balik dan sempurnakan buku Maza Yakni oleh Dr Fathi Yakan. Yep, dulu masa di KISAS senior suruh baca melalui usrah mingguan, tapi malangnya usrah tersebut tak pernah berjalan. Ah, aku dicampak ke bawah pengawasan orang yang tak faham apa itu pemahaman. Memang di KISAS dulu aku bukanlah termasuk dalam golongan yang dikira 'boleh buat kerja'. Atau sebab aku ni jahil sangat orang tak pandang aku, sedih. Hurm.

Bab pertama dalam buku Maza Yakni menyentuh aspek akidah. Sixteen years of living and this was the first time someone told me how is it to believe in God. Before this, I was told to believe in God. I was never taught about who God is, how does He work and how should I depend on Him.

At seventeen, I asked one of my roommate about God. Hundreds of years ago, around my age Sultan Muhammad al-Fateh had discussed the strategy of how to conquer Constantinople, old Istanbul. But here I am, still doubting the nature of God.

Aku tanya, macam mana tuhan tu? 
Jawapan yang aku dapat masa tu sangat buku teks. Aku tau Tuhan itu wujud, tapi siapa Tuhan itu?

Aku diajar tentang sifat-sifat wajib bagi Allah, aku diajar tentang 99 nama Allah. Aku diajar untuk membongkok sujud atas sejadah, mulut kumat-kamit baca Al-fatihah, tapi sekalipun aku tak pernah diajar kenapa Allah suruh buat macam tu? Siapa Allah tu? Contoh, aku boleh bagitahu tentang buku Robbin's Basic Pathology boleh dipanggil buku, buku teks, buku rujukan, ensaiklopedia, buku international dan buku medik pada orang arab yang tinggal kat bawah rumah ni, tapi aku tak pernah ajar dia tentang isinya.

Jadilah iman orang buta. 

If a five-year old asks you who and where is Allah, how would you respond? Macam mana aku nak beriman dengan satu zat yang aku sendiri tak kenal? Bukan aku sengaja nak persoalkan hak ketuhanan Allah. Tapi aku tak boleh terima kalau kita anggap Allah itu sekadar Tuhan yang menyelia dari atas, dan Dia tak pernah nak 'turun padang' dan 'bercakap' dengan kita. Atau Dia Tuhan yang diktator, padahal rahmat-Nya luas teramat. Atau kita rasa yang aku buat kerja aku, Tuhan buat kerja Tuhan, lain-lain kita settle kat akhirat. 

Maybe because I was taught to know who Allah is, how to pray to Him, but I was never taught about how to communicate with him. He is the King of all Kings who never fails to be with you, at least that's how I see Him.

Konsep ihsan itu bermaksud bila kita solat seolah-olah kita melihat Allah. Semoga kita menjadi muhsin dan muttaqin. :)

09 December 2011

aku mahu berhenti blogging

Kalau sembang dengan budak-budak ni, label yang selalu kena kat aku adalah 'blogger'. 

Jujurnya, aku hairan dengan label tu. Majoriti diorang tak baca pun blog aku. Even aku sendiri dah merapu-rapu isinya, blog updated tiga kali sebulan. Waktu semangat-semangat dulu pun isi blog ni so-so saja. Tak ada ayat yang boleh di'quote'kan dari sini, tak ada ilmu yang boleh disuratkan. Sebab isinya mainly bersifat peribadi. Aku dulu pernah saja bercita-cita mau jadikan penulisan sebagai aktiviti sampingan, tapi untuk menulis perlu membaca. Malangnya aku lambat memulakan aktiviti membaca, boleh kira berapa banyak buku yang aku baca, berapa blog ilmiah yang aku follow, berapa banyak kitab yang aku khatam.

Tambah lagi aku gila allergic dengan posts yang kosong tak berinti atau berhikmah. Kalau hikmahnya tak jelas pun aku dah tak suka. Tapi paling annoying sekali bila ada bloggers yang excessively describing his or her pain. Masalah dengan boyfriend/girlfriend kau tu apa sangat compare dengan kebuluran di Afrika misalnya. 

Aku tak suka bitchers, maka aku tak suka bitching. Membuang masa. Tak mahu jadi macam tu, buang masa je!

Jadi minat itu terbantut. Cadangnya aku mahu berhenti blogging kalau ia hanya blogging kosong. Tapi, aku risau kalau aku tak lagi blogging tak ada lagi something yang define aku. Even if the term used is fake, at least it's complimenting. Haha.

Seolah-olah aku tak ada bakat lain. Well obviously, aku memang the lowest underdog you could find. Tak ada spesific bidang yang aku betul-betul menonjol. Name it, and you shall shake your head. Sedihnya, bila tak ada benda yang boleh kita banggakan. Aku mediocre dalam keadaan aku tak pernah berhenti untuk menjadi mediocre.

So it comes to a point where I'm gonna use  the things that I have than creating something that I may or may not be good at. Ya, aku perlu skill. Aku perlu keistimewaan. Bukan sebab mahu takabbur dengan Tuhan, bukan sebab mahu riak sesama manusia, bukan sebab mahu dipandang tinggi kawan-kawan. Kerana aku perlu kedepan, demi Tuhan. Aku perlu menonjol, demi Tuhan. Misi aku, untuk menunjukkan kepada dunia yang kita tak perlu ber'ana-enta' untuk menjadi muslim yang baik. Aku ingin memerangi stereotaip itu.

Aku perlu hebat, sebab Muslim itu hebat!

02 December 2011

Komen banyak, kerja tak pernah



 We must become the change we want to see. - Mahatma Gandhi 
Guy A

I admit it, I have my insecurities. I lack in so many departments, i.e. looks, academics, sports, religion. So I strive to be involved in anything that can improve my living skills, I look forward to events that will make me more of a full package, I am ready to become someone's dog to earn some sort of experience that may or may not be applicable in my near future. I am ready, even with my lack in so many departments, to spend my energy for the good of others. Well, as long as I can get my priorities straighten up, I mean my degree is my current goal here. So since I questionably work so hard, your allegiance should be to me.

Guy B

Yeah I think I am great in so many things, I excel in my studies, I can kick, smash, pass or catch any ball you could find and throw to my face and I will do it greatly, I am great with people, and I have leadership skills that is very useful for any organizations I am a member of. I have no major life challenges so far. I choose to stay at the sideline and watch those baffoons try to do something they know nothing about, I commented (may not the good kind by the way) but don't ask for my help, I have no time to associate something that may or may not affect my life.

Guy C

Apparently I don't think I have anything to offer to anyone, or I do, whatever, so let me enjoy my simple life and leave me alone. Until you can make me see how you can benefit me in a way that I will not lose my fun life, I will not benefit you. Because YOU should do something for me before I can lift a single finger for you. But yeah I can give comments (definitely not the good kind) behind your back. Yeah I bitch, and you do nothing to benefit me so it's all your fault.

Guy D

You do your thing and I do mine. As long as you don't meddle with my life, I am okay with you.

Piliharanraya datang lagi, isu yang sama kena pusing lagi. You yourselves know which one represents you the most. Conclusion, how to work and make them effective :

ONE
Make your objectives clear. No udang sebalik mee. Get your priorities straight. Sila rujuk hadis 1 Imam Nawawi :)
TWO
Have great knowledge about how to run something, the contents, the possible outcome, the problem. So, sekurang-kurangnya buku Maza Yakni tu kena khatam, hadis 40 tu kena mahir kalaupun tak hafal, baca Quran tu kena lancar dan elakkan salah tajwid. Benda basic kena mantap Kena tahu rujukan, kena faham macam mana nak rujuk.
THREE
Be open to criticism, ready to mingle with all sorts of clicks to gain their investment in your work.
FOUR
It's gonna be a bumpy ride. Problems will surface, conflict of interest will happen, and your life would be out of your control. Brace yourselves, you asked for this remember?
FIVE.  
EXPERIENCE. Libatkan diri, atau jangan komen lebih-lebih.
SIX
Pray. Pray. Pray. Remember Allah.

20 November 2011

ADHA'11, Mansurah

Salam.

This year's adha was by far the most different adha since the first time I celebrated it as a kid. I remembered the awkward transgression between not understanding what 'adha' was all about to dull visits to makcik-makcik's houses to for the first time four years ago, butchering a freshly slaughtered cow to its bones. This year I was given the task to conduct the whole process of slaughtering, dari menyembelih kepada melapah kepada membuang perut.

For the first time in the history of our student society, we were responsible to manage fifty three animals to be carefully slaughtered. Fifty three, which included 49 goats, three camels and one cow. The four camels and cow themselves needed 40 people to manage them, which leaves at least three people for each goat. So, let's say that three people skinned and took care at least three goats, that means we had at least fifty people working on them. Adding some more twenty people who helped with the food and tools, so I was responsible to manage the work of more than 100 people. 

Believe me, managing the flow of work of so many people was not easy, and I am thankful for every second to be able to do just that. It was one hell of a priceless experience. It was one tiring day, but as all the 53 korbans were safely delivered to the next processing station, a.k.a the distribution stage, I was glad to have to end my job well. 

First time pegang hailer/megaphone, first time conduct hari kejadian, first time jadi pengarah kecil-kecilan. Terima kasih kepada AJK induk ADHA'11 sebab bagi peluang :)

This year I learned how important it is to have a real good networking with lots of people, to carefully put my trust in the best of men, and to carefully structure a system to be as perfect as possible as people expect me to be perfect. And what we found at the end was both priceless and sad. Janin unta yang dah sempurna, sape nak?


I remembered the first time I was given such responsibility, that was when I was in form five. I was chosen to be the sponsorship comittee for a nasyid event at school. I remembered I was calling this office, I was so nervous I couldn't speak properly. I cannot structure my sentences well. And the best part was how the receiver responded to such calls from an inexperienced idiot of me.

'Boleh cakap sopan sikit tak?'

Haha. Punya down masa tu. But from there I've done a few more things, most importantly to improve my leadership and social skill, and yes since then I think I have grown not only a few inches but also in confidence as well. I have gained some trusts around this turf with da homies, and you know how hard it is to gain one. Allahu akbar

Semoga jauh dari futur, semoga terus membina momentum demi ummah.

p/s : susah betul nak buat ayat bahasa inggeris pasal lapah-lapah ni.

12 November 2011

Lost and Found

Salam.

I used to be like them. Or at least, I used to want to be like them, and that was at least three years ago. I have lost my track. That smile I used to cover up the real emotion was proven ineffective, thus causing a deeper gash that it should make. I've lost the will to blog, I've lost the things to talk about. Simply, I have lost interest in almost everything.

But the past few days brought me back to the days where I said I wanted to be a better man with a genuine intention to actually fulfill it. That was a promise I make to myself, left forgotten because masking a problem doesn't make the problem to go away. So here I am, still finding ways to help myself. I have learned two important life lessons (yes) during the past week.

ONE. A saying, so simple and deep that I will cherish till the day I will be blessed to met The Almighty. 

"Apa yang Allah jadikan untuk kita, sama ada kekurangan atau kelebihan, ujian senang dan susah, sakit dan nikmat, merupakan yang terbaik untuk kita supaya kita sentiasa dekat dengan Allah,"

It was man who labelled poor as bad and rich as what we should be. Truly, Allah knows what is best for each and every one of us, which is why He doesn't give the same set of tools to each and every one of us. He knows the right tools for each of us to be used through life. So, the choice is up to us! Either to use the things we have to our advantage or to make the situation worse.

TWO. I don't know how but crying once in a while helps. There's no better feeling than sitting quietly and pray to Allah asking Him to show you the ways.


ADHA'11

 I am still lost, but at least now the path has been brightfully lit.

17 October 2011

Lusts

Member-member macam FM dengan family yang cheap buat aku minat dengan ekonomi. Macam mana sistem duit kertas yang fucked up, macam mana duit yang berdasarkan emas etc. Sila google sendiri. Sekarang isu global economic collapse sedang hebat dibincangkan, saat-saat runtuhnya empayar eropah makin dekat. Greece dah jatuh. Sepanyol, Itali denga Portugal in-line, lepas tu US tunggu masa je. Lepas tu apa yang akan jadi? Semua orang akan cakap Mandarin?

Di US heboh kes protes dekat Wall Street (Jalan dinding?), New York. So sekarang ni memandangkan sistem ekonomi global yang berdasarkan US (ustaziatul alam la katakan), more or less dekat mana-mana negara pun situasi dia sama termasuklah Malaysia. Bila kos hidup yang mencanak-canak naik dan kerajaan pulak bukannya bertindak membantu tapi menambah beban lagi, ramailah manusia turun membuat protes jalanan, satu lagi trend dunia. Lepas dunia arab, lepas tu Greece, sekarang dekat mana-mana ada protes. 

Dekat Universiti Mansurah ni baru je buat dua tiga hari lepas, dean fakulti veteriner siap langgar orang lagi pakai kereta dia. Anyway, dekat US ada dua group. 

The first one called themselves the 99%. 99% melambangkan 99% manusia kelas pertengahan yang terpaksa menanggung beban hasil tindakan bodoh lagi 1% yang menguasai ekonomi. Kalau tak faham, senang je. 80% kekayaan dunia dikuasai oleh 5% dari keseluruhan manusia, macam tu lah, kalau silap pun perbandingan dia still macam tu. Minoriti manusia yang manipulate duit ni supaya diorang jadi makin kaya, dan hasilnya kitalah orang-orang kelas pertengahan yang kena tekan.

Jadi 99% ni salahkan 1% manusia yang kuasai ekonomi sebab kos hidup yang makin naik, tapi gaji tak naik-naik. Atau dalam kata lain, kerja kau tak setimpal dengan kos hidup kau dengan kerja kau.

Satu group lagi adalah 53%
. 53% rakyat US yang counter balik group awal tadi dengan mengatakan yang diorang kerja siang malam kais pagi makan pagi blaa blaa untuk tampung kos hidup. And they live within their mean. Diorang faham yang kalau diorang tak mampu untuk membeli sebuah rumah yang harganya $2 million, jangan lah beli. Yelah, gaji kau $900 sebulan lepas tu nak beli rumah mahal-mahal.

Jadi 53% ni rasa group 99% tu orang-orang pemalas yang tak sedar diri lepas tu bila susah diorang tuding jari salahkan orang lain.

Jom kita rungkai balik apa yang salah dan yang betul. Obviously, dua-dua pihak ada point tapi tak tepat 100%. So macam mana?
  1. The first rule of living with your own money is to live within or below your mean. Kalau tak mampu beli iPhone, janganlah menggatal nak pegi berhutang semata-mata nak beli iPhone tu (which technically btw, is so overrated. It's awesome, but not worth dying for). Dulu aku pernah dengar seorang perempuan yang call radio lepas tu dia cakap dia nak sangat beli flat screen TV. Masa tu baru je keluar flat screen, bukannya HD ke plasmaTV ke. Tapi dia cakap suami dia tak mampu, so dia nak amek bank loan semata-mata nak beli flat screen TV. Bila kata bangang marah pulak kan.
  2. Second point - life should not be as harsh as the 53%. Apa guna hidup kalau kau kerja untuk hidup besok je semata-mata? Dapat gaji, bayar bil, pergi kerja, dapat gaji, bayar bil. A never-ending cycle. Hidup biar bermatlamat dan matlamat itu mestilah menjangkau hidup di dunia saja. Kalau aku, aku rela tak hidup macam tu. Dekat Mesir banyak macam tu. Satu family kerja jadi bawab. Bawab ni macam orang gaji, orang kaya dia sediakan bilik kecik untuk bawab-bawab ni sampai beranak pinak dalam tu. Kalau tak mampu, janganlah beranak. Kalau tak perlu, janganlah beli. Ada orang beli GalaxyTab tapi tak perlu pun, umur dah pencen baru nak kenal internet hahaha, padahal aku lagi perlu benda tu.

Tapi sepatutnya gaji kena setimpal dengan kos hidup. Gaji jugak kena setimpal dengan kerja, tak sepatutnya kerja senang goyang kaki tapi gaji tinggi. We can dream, but don't let the dream overcomes your life. Tahun ni ramai orang yang upgrade gadget masing-masing. iPhone, laptop, DSLRs, iPad, android phone. Bersepah orang pakai iPad. Jeles sial!
Tapi aku bukan orang senang. So aku tolak benda-benda ni, bukannya tergila-gila sangat pun (hihi). My current phone is good enough, and my laptop although overused and needs some tweaks here and there, is sufficient enough. I do wish for a DSLR though. I want to go backpacking around the world, aku nak lihat dunia. Aku minat sejarah, yup bosan gila aku ni, tapi aku minat peradaban.

Jeles dengan orang yang bapak dia bagi duit sebab nak suruh anak dia pergi jalan-jalan -.-" Aku harap, walaupun aku ni takkan mampu untuk travel dalam masa terdekat ni, I can still dream, sebab aku dah buat list dah mana nak pergi dulu kalau ada duit :D


12 October 2011

'Beruk'

Perselisihan pendapat oleh dua generasi yang berbeza. Kita tiga puluh tahun lebih muda, jadi pemikiran kita susah untuk sama dengan someone yang dah hidup hampir lima puluh tahun. Kan? Isunya kecik je. Pendapat dia, Nasi Lemak 2.0 itu menarik. Aku taktau, aku belum tengok tapi trailernya mengancam jugak. Terasa macam filem Stephen Chow tapi Malaysian-made. So tahniah! Satu lagi kemajuan dalam industri filem tanah air bukan filem-filem terfaktab macam Senario buat tu.

SALUT!

Aku salut member-member yang berani berhujah dengan seorang bergelar profesor. Bukan calang-calang orang Prof (nama dirahsiakan) tu. Kalau tak sebab dia aku tak sampai mesir ni tiga tahun lepas. Salut, sebab berani menegakkan pendirian masing-masing. Tak ramai yang berani bangun mempertahankan pendapat masing-masing sekarang ni, semua lentok-lentok je. Buat apa gaduh-gaduh? Bosan, hidup tak ada passion!

Jadi jelaslah pendirian dua generasi yang berbeza. Generasi kita lebih open minded. Kita yang membesar dengan lebih banyak pendedahan dengan dunia luar (internet, tv dan radio).

Tapi kena faham yang istilah 'open minded' tu bukan pujian semata-mata. Sesetengah orang tak reti nak bezakan mana baik mana buruk, yang bangang macam tu pun dilabel open minded. Sesetengah orang dokong pluralisme dan liberalisme so rasa diri open minded, padahal tak reti nak bezakan antara bertolak ansur dan menerima. Sesetengah orang rasa nak tafsir ayat Quran sesuka hati ikut rasa kepala bapak diorang, yang jenis tu pun rasa diri open minded.

Sebab pesan Tuhan supaya manusia jangan melampaui batas.

Jadi kalaupun kita rasa kita betul, kita kena respek perbezaan pendapat. Kita kena jaga adab dalam bercakap terutama bila bercakap dengan orang lagi tua, tak kiralah orang tua tu bangang macam mana pun (tak ditujukan kepada siapa-siapa okeh). Adab kita jaga okeh.

Berbalik kepada isu, kau nak tengok filem Namewee tu, kau tengoklah. Kita jangan emo tak bertempat, agak-agak kalau si 'anak cina' tu maki cikgu bangsa India kita melenting tak? Aku tak rasa macam tu. Tak jatuh kapir pun, tak kurang kemelayuan kau. . Walaupun si Namewee tu bangang, tak rugi kau tengok filem dia. Kalau risau sangat, haa download la, Unifi ada hahaha. Takpun time makan malam kat gerai tu bila ada orang datang nak jual CD, haa carik la. 

Yang salah kita bangkang, yang kureng kita betulkan, yang betul kita support, tak ke aman dunia ni? Haha, I guess I'm a glass-half-full kind of guy. Dan of course, kalau kau taknak tengok, jangan halang aku tengok, melainkan yang aku nak tengok tu porno. 

07 October 2011

Bila Steve Jobs praktikkan hadis.



It was twenty thousand feet above ground level, at the time where the sun cannot reach you, and the dark blue sky was full with the past - millions of stars timidly filling up every corner of heaven where my eyes can reach. I was at the gateways of God's divine courtyard. I felt so small, yet so close to Him.

If only He stretches His hand and pulls me up to be with Him.

Mendiang Steve Jobs dalam ucapan beliau tahun 2005 di Stanford University berkisarkan tiga cerita; Connecting the Dots, Love and Lost dan Death. The first two stories tak bagi kesan sekuat cerita Death. Aku manusia skeptik, aku suka persoal niat dan kefahaman seseorang, sampai aku punya sendiri pun aku persoalkan. Nak buat macam mana, dunia ajar aku untuk mencari sebab untuk semua perkara hihi. 

Satu soalan yang aku suka tanya diri sendiri; kalau aku dilahirkan dekat Jerman dalam agama katolik, kemudian ada orang datang cerita pasal Islam dekat aku, aku akan berminat untuk kaji ke?

Of course, hidayah itu milik Tuhan. Cuma aku tak mahu syok sendiri bila 'keimanan' yang aku ada ni hanya doktrin kosong semata, bukan keimanan sebenar. 

Seorang ustaz bila bercakap pasal mati, itu satu benda yang predictable. Dia kan ustaz, mengingatkan orang tu objektif pertama dia. Tapi bila seorang kafir yang tak ada didikan Islam cakap pasal mati serupa macam apa yang diajar dalam Islam, aku rasa it worth my extra attention. Mungkin sebab dia pernah seinci jauh dari maut, apa yang Mr Jobs cakap memberi inspirasi yang cukup tinggi. Plus, nasihat paling berharga yang perlu kita dengar adalah nasihat yang berdasarkan pengalaman.

Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart. - Steve Jobs.

Tapi, Islam ajar kita yang mati tu boleh datang bila-bila je. Sebab baginda Rasul s.a.w. sebut dalam satu hadis, "Yang paling cerdas an yang paling pintar ialah orang yang paling banyak mengingati mati dan yang paling banyak bekal menghadapi mati. Merekalah yang paling pintar dan yang paling cerdas kerana mereka mendapat kemuliaan di dunia dan kehormatan di akhirat."

Maknanya apa? Beranilah mencuba, buatlah yang terbaik! Satu motivasi terbaik untuk permulaan semester 7 yang macam cibai... :)

R.I.P Steve Jobs, even though I have never own any of your products before, they do tickle me where I never thought I could be tickled.

02 October 2011

First Post-Sabbatical Post

HELL YEAH.

After one month of going sabbatical, I'm ready to talk craps again. 

All praises to the Almighty Allah who granted me one whole day of excellence. The day I arrived in Egypt to embark on the journey of officially being halfway through this journey to doctor-dom, things went from bat crap awful to worse. 

To be stuck in an overcrowded terminal in a city so foreign with announcements that went on ten at a time, in two fcking languages; to be mistaken to be a Pakistani when a man spoke to me rapidly in Urdu; to have the flight to Cairo delayed for one hour, then another hour then suddenly they canceled the last delay on the very last second; to arrive in Cairo with a full bladder and were held responsible to babysit luggages that wasn't even mine; to be shoved into a tramco for a two hour drive to Mansoura that took twice as long because the traffic was at worst ever and the tramco broke down just a half hour before reaching the city; and to find out that once we got home it was bloody dirty and the water pump wasn't working and after a whole day on the road, you just need to take a shower.

They say that patience is a virtue but the truth is it is an understatement. Patience is a blessing, so today I fixed the water pump problem, I took care of the internet, we cleaned the house to at least make it resembling the functioning habitat of a human being and I fixed the damn sink that has been broken since January. MashaAllah you have no idea how good these things make me feel.

Satu je. Keluar je airport dah nampak orang gaduh. Dalam perjalanan nak ke Mansoura ada at least tujuh kemalangan dan lima kereta berhenti sebab driver dia nak kencing tepi jalan. The post-twenty-five January Egypt saw hundreds of shops and buildings took the name of the honored date, even the student center downstairs did just that. Yet personally I see no changes at all. I guess it takes a lot more than just a highly publicised 'revolution' to change the attitute of the people.

Besides, Allah did say that He will not change the condition of a people until they change what is in themselves. [13 :11] Oh well.

This year I have a spesific goal. To master Arabic, at least the Egyptian version. Time to download some Amr Diab. May Allah grant me the dedication. Three more years to go!

28 August 2011

Different Perspectives.

To alternate between different perspectives from different walks of life is an interesting thing to do on the second last day of Ramadan when you have nothing to do.

For example, in Malaysia, the one-day Eid is celebrated more than the holy month itself, while in other parts of the world, the last ten days of Ramadan men and women literally foot-raced their way to the nearest mosque. In Malaysia, the sounds of explosives and the smell of the smoke marks the arrival of Eid, but in some countries the same explosions and smokes forced them to run for their lives.

To some people, the nagging of a mother is pain to the ears, but to others the same nag is the symbol of motherly love, thus prefering the piercing voice of the mother than total silence. 

Am sadly waiting for the ending of Ramadan in two days. I haven't done much during the last 27 days, thanks to my procastinating lazy ass and to a week of demam (I'm not trying to make excuses btw :P). I didn't even khatam astaghfirullah. But if I try to look from a different point of view, this year's Ramadan made me realized that I can do thirty pages at one go. Something I thought was impossible to do in the past. The key is to be positive la kot.

Moral of the story : Strive harder next year.

Selamat hari raya everyone. :)

23 August 2011

Another weird things about Malaysian masjids.

Salam 

I was 90% sure when I decided to stop blogging a week ago, but a few things has happened since then that made the last remaining 10% to grow up to a hundred. Oh well.

Well the fact is the middle ten days of Ramadan hadn't been so nice to me. I was down with the worst fever since 2000, and I didn't do my usual tadarus either, which makes it even worse. I was so out of shape it's a miracle I didn't break my fast on the afternoon. But everything is alhamdulillah okay now, and I'm trying hard to catch up with my tadarus with less than a week of Ramadan left.

I found Arlene Tan's blog today, and I apologize to her on behalf of my fellow bigots of a Muslim who insulted and humiliated her with disgusting vocabularies during this holy month of Ramadan. To those who insulted her with the foulest of words, here lies the moral of the story : nak basuh berak bukan dengan najis yang kita dah buang tadi, tapi dengan benda menyucikan macam air. 

For Gaysec, let me be very clear: If forgiveness is what you seek, please

You all must do Taubat to Allah, come forward to me personally and apologise,

Gaysec must also retract all their postings about me in the internet

 must give a disclaimer message to all the blogs, facebook  group/ page and personal comments that they had fitnah me and caused grave harm and distress to my life

and must demand all these sites to delete the misinformation and stop the spreading,


I wrote a piece about one of the many weird things in Malaysian masjids before, and just yesterday something happened again, which I just refused to ignore. At my local surau, there are two main praying areas, one with the carpeted, fully air-conditioned main hall and the other being the outer part of the surau. I came fashionably late to the surau as usual because they did tahlil arwah before the tarawih, and I am not down with that. So as tarawih started, I prayed outside, because the main hall was naturally full.

At the very front saff there was one man standing in line, so being the second man left outside I prayed next to him. Two things happened next, of which I am still trying to understand the rationale behind these people's actions. Besides, the older you are the cleverer you are, right? That's rooted deep into our culture, orang-orang tua can do no wrong.

1. A third and a fourth man came to the surau and made a new saff just behind us, when there were these spaces beside me that can be filled with at least four people. I am a big man, standing 5'10" with a brightly-colored baju melayu, so it was impossible to not see me, unless there were hijabs between us.

2. The first man that I prayed next to moved away from me at the second tarawih prayer, making an obvious gap between us.

What is it with Malaysian muslims, why can't we make a decent saff? Am I too disgusting to pray next to? I don't think so, I took a shower before going to the surau. A fifth man came and pray next to me after that. But we went amok when people refused to do qunut during subuh prayer, we go ballistic if someone doesn't wear a kopiah to the surau, but we ignore this important rule about praying in mass.

It is different in Egypt, you don't have to ask them to keep the line straight and full, they'd understand. I guess it's not that big of a deal, it's just saff. Kot la. But as we go crazy over other smaller, less significant and less important aspects about prayers, we might as well make this one, the more important one to be right.

But that's just me.

Dari Ibnu Umar bahawa Rasulullah s.a.w. bersabda:

“Tegakkanlah saf-saf, sejajarkanlah bahu-bahu kalian, tutupkanlah celah-celah, dan lembutkanlah diri kalian untuk disentuh tangan-tangan saudara kalian. Jangan biarkan celah-celah untuk dimasuki syaitan. Barangsiapa yang menyambung saf, maka Allah menyambungnya dan barangsiapa yang memutuskan saf, maka Allah memutuskannya.” (Hadis Riwayat Abu Daud, no. 666. an-Nasa’i, 2/93. Ahmad, 2/97. Juga dinilai Sahih oleh al-Albani di dalam Sahih Abi Daud, 1/197)


10 August 2011

Post-JOM! On-call

Salam people.

Just got  back from Putrajaya yesterday, after three days worth of activities. When I was invited to join the program two months back, I felt honored to become a part of a beautiful family. They were dedicated and talented people, who worked hard and only hoped for the blessings from Allah. :)

Mind you, I learned loads.

The speakers were uber excellent, especially Dr Hafidzi, his work rewriting the history of the Malay-Islamic world was astounding, an effort worth a Noble prize for the least. A small part of me wishes that one day, I could be as fluent and as easy on the tongue as he is, if not as knowledgeable as the likes of him. 

Dr Adnan was somewhat a little bit too outspoken about his political stand, which a little too sour for my taste. But then again, putting that aside, his experience living in a non-Muslim majority country worth every second of listening to. To be lenient with the differences and diversity of culture and religious-wise.The things that I didn't know, man, I am deeply ashamed. Time and time again I was shown this particular weakness of mine, my lack of social skills. But then again, I'm learning. Even after twenty one years of being alive.

One of the most interesting fact I love to share is this : it is only in the modern age where 18 years old is regarded as when a person reaches maturity, which is not based on any scientific studies. Hundreds of years ago, the war generals could be found as young as 19 years old, and the said young man conquered the most highly-defended city in the world at the time, Constantinople. The age where maturity kicks in started at a very, very young age back then.

Today, men and women in their thirties are still playing with dolls, soft toys and game consoles. So this is why the holy marriage of Aisha to the Prophet was such a huge deal today. The thing is you can't simply judge something that has happened over a thousand years ago based on how we run the world today.

So I have to change my perspective in life. Oh so suddenly being in my twenties is already considered old LOL.

And to those who will embark on their beautiful journey soon, be prepared to view the world using a different pairs of eyes. You have been given the best possible ammo for your journey. Kitorang dulu dapat bahasa arab je itu pun kantoi.

Welcome to Egypt brothers and sisters.
:)

06 August 2011

Mystery solved (?)

Regarding Saiyyida 'Aisha 's age. Tajuk lapuk, untuk refresh. It is not enough to have the ability to think, but the discipline of thinking must be applied.
This issue is one of the most irrelevant issues regarding the seerah of the Prophet yet it is often one of the most discussed. This is because when people approach the seerah they approach it with a tempo-centric attitude.

That is our predisposed norms and biases that are a result of our environmental conditioning are inadvertently applied to Prophet's life. The fallacy of such an approach is clearly apparent. We are living in the post-modern world not 7th century Arabia. Our context is much different than that of 7th century Arabia. Therefore societal norms that developed the specific post-modern context cannot be applied to another setting in an equitable manner.

Now when we talk about the issue of our Mother Ayisha’s marriage to the Prophet (s) one thing that has to be clear is that this marriage was done within the parameters of the divine law. According to shariah physically immature aren’t allowed to marry. However if both parties are physically mature then regardless of age difference a marriage can be contracted between the two parties.

The notion of 18 years being the defining age by which adulthood is entered is purely a modern western concept and has no intrinsic moral value. In fact that notion of adulthood was something that varied from culture to culture.

In Islam adulthood is entered upon physical maturity. Now it is commonly speculated that girls can reach puberty anytime from the ages of 10-12. Islamically this would make them eligible to be married.

However according to modern standards this would be immoral and considered to be a crime. In light of what was already stated about tempo-centric standards we can throw out the concept that for an adult to marry a woman under the age of 18 is immoral. Now having done that it becomes clear that whether Ayisha was 9 or whatever age, her marriage to the Prophet (s) was moral because she was physically mature and Islamically able to marry.

There is not need to try to refute the dominant opinion about her age. The fact is the age difference between the Prophet (s) and our Mother Ayisha was great but irrelevant. She was islamically able to marry him end of story.

No need for apologists who try to reconcile post-modern values with that of 7th century Arabia.
Source : http://www.studying-islam.org/articletext.aspx?id=935

02 August 2011

One weird thing about Malaysian Masjids.

Salam.

I can't shake off this feeling of annoyance every time I visit the local masjid. I probably has gotten used to the way of the Egyptians manage their daily prayers; the simplicity, the efficiency and the availability of masjids with soprano-voiced imams.

And it's a quite different story here in Malaysia.

In Egypt, kids as young as three years old can 'pray' beside his father at the front-most saff. In Malaysia, we provide spesific saff for children before the age of 12 to pray. 

In our Malay culture, we are taught to believe that the young age is where we should enjoy our lives, not to take life itself serious. We believe, given that each and every one of us will live to a ripe age of 80, that one's time with God is reserved for the last quarter of life. But before that, it is our divine right to, shall I say, party. Lame. But instead of seeing that an old man's place is where God is, it's the other way around : Masjids has become a place full with weak-kneed old people with hoarse voice and wrinkled foreheads.

So most masjids' caretakers consist of old, weary old men waiting for the van jenazah to pick them up for a last trip to the graveyard. And I don't mean to become a stereotyping douche, but old men (and women for that matter) are a grouchy bunch. They got mad easily, and it doesn't matter if it's to another fellow grouchy old man or to an innocent six-year-old who knows nothing.

What does a kid knows about the rules and adab in the masjid? I remembered myself when I was  six years old, all I can think of is play, play, and play. And I surely believe that the same old man was also just like me when he was six a hundred years ago. And kids, if they get yelled at, instead of comprehending the idea whether what they did was wrong, they avoid the source of trouble : the grouchy old man.

So a generation of Muslims grow up without familiarising themselves with the foundation of their belief, the masjids. Kids see masjids as where you can't have fun, so they avoid such a place where they can't have a laugh or two, which is about the only thing a kid sincerely knows to do. Kids see masjids as full with people that will yell at them at the slightest of sound, so they avoid such confrontation.

If a child knows nothing about how to behave in a holy place, the right thing to do is to teach them exactly that : how to behave in a holy place. Not throwing them out of the place just because he or she distracts you from your prayers. Just because to your limited mind, such behaviour "insults" God, because by doing so you're only doing more damage than you are repairing the wound.



Dear Pak Haji, comparing between the bahaviour of that six-year-old and to your own, yours disgusts me more. Don't take kids to be as well-mannered as an adult, because kids will be kids. Believe you me, Allah is more Merciful, loving and understanding that what you portray Him to be.

28 July 2011

The little things that went under-appreciated.

A young man went to the barber shop. He stepped into the talc-smelled room with the determination to cut his messy hair, hoping that there will be no regrets waiting him after the ordeal is done. He started to appreciate the smallest little things that made home is where the heart is.

1. The sound of crickets at dusk.
2. The availability of awesome food and durian.
3. The neck twisting at the barber shop.
4. The Malaysian way of driving, compared to Egypt.
5. The availability of air-conditioned transportation being it a taxi, a bus, the public trains and even your own car.
6. The semi-efficient public transportation.
7. The malls that exceed necessity.
8. Ice everywhere.
9. The fact that it gets cooler as the day dawns.
10. The vacant city at night.
11. The traffic lights.
12. The availability of cheap and of good quality accessories from shoes to underwear.
13. The manners.
14. The trees and the rain.
15. The cloud that shield us from the scorching sun.
16. The fact that I don't need to hurry to the nearest hospital and rush to take a number if something health-threatening happens to me.
17. The peace. I can go out at dead night and return with a smile. 
18. The existence of kedai mamak 24/7.
19. KL. Gotta love KL.
20. The abundant movie theaters.This includes all the facilities that help us to waste time in an efficient manner.
21. The absence of lagu joget arab.
22. The existence of drinks with no pulp and food with no bread.
23. The cats that aren't scared shit of people.
24. The rivers.
25. The weird superstitious Malay beliefs of jinns and rasuk-rasuk craps.
26. The food. OH you just need to mention food twice.
27. The absence of people that stares at you.
28. The fact that we can understand the language perfectly.
29. The simplicity of dining. You don't need a proper waiter, a perfect place, a timeline of what should be eat first, and we sit and eat and simply have a great time. Great food at great prices. Yes, food again.
30. I can drive here.

He runs out of ideas. Gotta love Malaysia. :)


18 July 2011

July 18th.

Salam.

Just finished semester six's final exam today. MCQ was exceptionally hard. Essay was the best so far among the three, there were definitely a colossal difference of anxiety while facing the short essay compared to the other two, as the OSCE was just devastating. I knew I could do better, perhaps I got too nervous being the first time experiencing it and all.

OSCE. Four miserable stations, five just so-so, one bordering excellence. May Allah bless me by granting an adequately good result for me to bring home to Malaysia.

And goodbye Semester six, goodbye third year, it has been a brilliant year. And I open my arms to the coming semester seven insyaAllah.

I am twenty one y/o this year. Perhaps not a big number for everybody else, but for myself I should be aware of the changes that I have been through, especially since exactly a year ago. Here lies a stepping stone to be a real fully responsible grown up, yes it will take time but this is where I start to sketch my plan on how to leave my mark in the world and in the Lord's eyes. What can I do has hence become what will I do from today and so forth. Hell yeah I am NOT that excited, but growing up is inevitable. Meh.

It is astonishing that any one, and even while seeing his like die, should forget death.- Saidina Ali ibn Abi Talib r.a.

On a more personal level, definitely, I've grown. I've learned to swallow the bullshit people throw at me. I've learned to recognize the spesific flaws that have been holding me back these years. I saw things that I always turned a blind eye before, and I learned to accept the cold hard truth.

And most importantly, I have overcome my biggest mountain so far. Let the world not know of what I am talking about.

Oh yeah, if I can register in time, I finally got to cast my vote in the next general election! So excited.

Twenty-effing-one years old
Bring it motherf*cker.

10 July 2011

Should have used Angry birds.

Silap MCQ tadi pakai peluru biasa. Patut pakai Angry birds baru tepat kena sasaran.

Dah berapa kali rasa macam ni. Dah berapa kali kata nak berubah start semester baru. Dah banyak kali dah, sebenarnya setiap kali habis exam rasa macam ni. Azam yang sama berkali-kali. Tapi tak pernah terbuat-buat. Mula-mula semangatlah, kalau buat graph tu awal-awal tinggi je akhir-akhir merudum jatuh.

Bukan sekali, dah banyak kali.

Tapi silap kat mana? Nak kata baca, baca dah. Ulang sampai tiga empat kali tapi still tak masuk. I think I got ADD, I can't seem to focus on one thingfor more than five seconds. Sekali habis baca satu sentence, sepuluh kali bukak Facebook. Facebook is a real bitch for wasting my time, that's why I can't have a twitter account, that would be a sin against nature. My mind just can't focus on two time wasters at a time. 

The other thing is the fact that I am one hell of a procastinator. Kalaulah ada kerja procastinator, dah jadi jutawan dah aku. I personally blame hedonism haha, and I have prove that I spend more time watching senseless movies than reading books.


Sangat menyedihkan. By the way ignore the irony that I take the proof of how little I read and how much I waste time from Facebook.

Nasib baik Tuhan tu still bagi ruang nak rasa menyesal. So sem baru nanti betul-betul nak azam. Kasi jadi super nerd haha. May this one be the last. Mother once or twice said, "Kalau nak jadi doktor bukan kena pandai, tapi kena rajin." Bukanlah tak pandai sampai SPM pun tak lepas, tapi tak pandai macam genius-genius jenis Syed Imran tu. Baca sekali melekat sampai mati.



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