I rarely read newspapers but when I do...

I was reading Focus Week on their analysis of the idea of a new NGO by Mr. Nazir Razak (Najib's bro) and in there was a commentar by Mr. Wan Saiful representing IDEAS.

I went on FB afterwards and in my feed a post by said Mr. Wan Saiful. I just read an article with this guy's name in it so it piqued my interest. I clicked on his profile and read the post.

Apparently some IS*A activist went to his house and left leaflets promoting the organisation to him. He showed his displeasure by equating them to Jeh*vah's Witness and entertained the idea of propping a signboard by his gate warning IS*A to stay off limit.

IS*A activists and supporters alike swarmed his post. They even wrote on the official website equating his response to that of Abu Jahal.

I don't see any difference.

Bila masa last untuk tajdid niat?

Kita mulakan pos hari ini dengan mengingati hadith yang dibincangkan dua minggu lepas (kot).

Solat, sedekah, sabar. Tiga benda ni adalah tingkatan amal, dimana solat itu tingkat yang lebih rendah daripada sedekah dan sabar adalah tingkat paling tinggi antara tiga tu.

Kenapa solat lagi rendah dari sedekah? Memang la solat tu pertama dihisab akhirat nanti, tapi dari segi kesusahan, sebenarnya sedekah tu lagi susah nak buat daripada solat. Orang munafiq pun solat, tapi mereka tidak bersedekah.

Hal ni benar untuk saya (aaahh ahhh aaaaahhhh). Solat memang wajib maka memang la akan solat, tapi sedekah tu... Selalu jugak la berkira, malas nak berhenti ambil duit syiling la, itu la, ini la, dan sebagainya.

Dan sabar pula paling susah antara tiga-tiga ni. Tak perlu hurai la kan. Sabar itu pada pukulan pertama, setakat ini saya masih gagal dalam usaha untuk bersabar maka selalu resort to ignoring je. Kadang-kadang, untuk tidak berambus begitu sahaja pun susah apetah lagi untuk tidak berkerut buat muka annoyed.

Maka pos ini untuk mengingatkan Hana bahawasanya sedekah itu susah dan tidak semudah menghulurkan wang semata. Dan sebenarnya, penat keringat sakit belakang sama-sama berusaha tu lebih manis rasanya daripada hulur duit je. Kena berusaha ingatkan diri, biar sakit belakang janji pengajaran hari ini dapat.

Bukan senang nak semua 11 orang IQ ada. Kita buat kerja bersama-sama maka tidak boleh berkira dan wajib la bantu semua orang. Hati jangan keras, kamu tu ganas maka selamat la menuju macho seperti Saidina Umar Al-Khattab.

Okay. Mari ke pos hari ini.

---

Dah 7 malam. Sejam lagi Maghrib. Sebelum ni cek dengan Ada-kun, nasi macam cukup je dengan satu periuk 4 pot sedang dimasak. Cek sekali lagi rupanya ada 9 bungkus lagi nasi tak siap.

"Serius 9 je?"

"Ye 9 je lagi."

"Okay."

Nasi 4 pot tadi cukup untuk 6 bungkus. Siap bungkus nasi tu, hantar ke depan untuk isi lauk-pauk. Pergi dapur basuh lagi 2 pot lebih untuk 3 bungkus lagi with safety margin.

Ulang banyak kali dalam hati "Ya Latiff, lembutkan hati-hati kami." Semoga diterima dan semua orang pun dengan sendirinya terus rajin bersedekah. Tengah malam semalam masa hiris sayur, tanya Ada-kun sempat ke kalau nak tulis pape on kertas kecil-kecil pastu lekat dekat polisteren nasi sebagai commemoration jual nasi kerabu untuk tabung Syria dan Gaza, tapi tak sempat. Haha. Tak kisah la, harapnya hati-hati kami sampai kepada mereka dan kalian.

Pergi depan balik untuk tolong wrap nasi.

"Nasi ada lagi?"

"Tengah masak inshaAllah cukup untuk 3 bungkus lagi."

Ada-kun sengih. "Sebenarnya 4 bungkus lagi."

"Cukup je 4 bungkus inshaAllah aku masak lebih skit," sengih balik dekat Ada-kun sambil mata jeling. "Tapi kalau kau minta 5, aku pukul kau. Haha."

Pergi tengok nasi dekat bilik Jiha, dah siap. Bawa masuk ke bilik dan sejukkan sekejap, mula membungkus untuk nasi bungkusan pertama. Ada-kun datang duduk sebelah bekas nasi.

"Takpe je kalau 3 pun. Yang keempat tu Nabila (junior ahli beit Raqaiq) boleh bagi dia nasi putih je."

"Cukup inshaAllah 4," sembur air masak dalam mangkuk Dhia' supaya nasi tak melekat, ceduk nasi bungkusan kedua ke dalam mangkuk, mampatkan. "Nabila bagi la nasi biru kesian dia budak lagi."

"Betul ke ni cukup?"

"Betul," terbalikkan atas polisteren, tutup dengan polisteren kedua. Siap nasi kedua. "Kita bukan berniaga, inshaAllah cukup."

"Oh ye kita buat untuk infaq, so boleh la bagi nasi kurang sikit."

Tak tu bukan maksud aku. "Kita buat ni demi.." Ulang proses untuk nasi ketiga. "demi Tuhan. Maka Dia akan tolong kita la kan. Bukan nak berniaga, tapi sebab Dia. Maka Dia akan tolong kita."

"Haha," Ada-kun gelak kecil.

Siap nasi ketiga. Ada lagi nasi cukup untuk keempat. "Wah cukup! Thank You Allah! Ha kan aku dah kata." Ulang proses untuk nasi keempat.

"Tapi kalau kau minta lima, aku pukul kau."

Ada-kun gelak.

---

Ada-kun tengah makan malam dengan Atiqah Jr. Borak tentang bahan-bahan yang masih lebih sementara tunggu Jiha ready untuk solat Isya'.

"Minggu ni kita kena makan nasi kerabu je." Ada-kun kata.

"Kenapa?"

"Sambal ikan banyak lagi. Dalam peti ada satu bekas lagi bahan-bahan dia tak siap masak lagi."

"Urgh nape tak habiskan masak tadi."

"Macam mana nak masak dia?" Tasnim tanya.

Ada-kun mula ajar tapi tak jadi. "Takpe Jiha reti, kita suruh je dia."

"Sambal tu boleh je kan makan dengan benda lain. Kita tak larat nak makan benda berat dah lepas menghadap nasi kerabu hari ni," ujar Tasnim.

"Haah aku rasa aku tak boleh dah tengok nasi kerabu sampai balik Malaysia kot." Serius la 218 bungkus... "Rai kata tadi aku buat facial hari ni. Nasi panas berasap."

"Hahaha. Rai kata muka Hana dah edema."

"Haha bertuah."

---

Kami masak nasi kerabu hari ni dengan bimbingan dan pantauan Wa mak Dhia' yang thiqoh dan macho suka car tapi tidur menonggeng atas katil Tasnim yang ber-air cond hahaha. Semua keuntungan masuk tabung Syria dan Penajaan Hafiz di Gaza maka kami semua pun tulis nama untuk order nasi kerabu juga. Ye la today we also have to eat. Rupanya Wa kira semua jumlah untuk dimasak termasuk kami maka Wa kata kami tak payah bayar namun setelah diprotes ("Kenapa tak payah bayar pulak? Ni infaq bukan niaga.") Wa berkeputusan "Okay la bayar tapi boleh makan banyak mana pun nak."

Sebenarnya setiap sorang makan tak sampai separuh pun hidangan sebungkus nasi. 

"Ada-kun aku tak bayar lagi."

"Okay okay bayar bayar."

"Nah," ambil not yang ada gambar Masjid Sultan Hassan. "Aku tak nak baki."

Camaraderie

Dad's cousin from Seremban came for a visit just now. I barely remember Pak Itam but I know I've seen him some time long ago at Nenek's house in Melaka. Went to greet them and when I said I study in Egypt, he pointed out his daughter and son study engineering in France and that his daughter visited Egypt earlier this year.

A France student and visited Egypt in February? Could it be.. "Did you stay at Raihaana's place when you came to Egypt?" I asked.

She lighted up in acknowledgement and affirmed. I grinned. "Sorry couldn't meet you guys when you were there." I was busy with STEP at that time, I think.

Mom thought it was a wonder our second cousin knew Rai as well.

"Of course. We're in the same usrah system, mom." Plus the fact that Sanguinous Rai is as famous as Naruto can be.

---

I was delighted. It was the delight that came from camaraderie of blood family in the same battleship we call Ikram, that tempted me to spill out the cliched "Did you know (insert RJ's name) as well? She's my housemate," in a flurry of excitement.

But then it hit me. Why was I so excited? Sure, same battleship. But it's a battleship, not a club for prestige and bragging up the social status that came with a $60k annual membership fee. A battleship holds a group of people with different positions and roles but all with the same vision. We have our work cut out for us. Did I fully functioned and contributed?

Our amal should define us, not the club we're in.

---

The son who studied in France went to the family quarter and talked with my brother who was watching the Selangor versus ATM football match. He was friendly. When we sent them off and Hazim showed up, he was also friendly then.

Amiable from the first sight. DF-friendly, something I could endorse as fully out of my reach. He would make Syeikh Mustafa Masyhur very proud.

Al-Fateh

Kak Ida is my cousin, a couple years older than me. She is a nurse. Her husband Abang Jie is a captain with the air force and their wedding seven years or so back was one of the most memorable for me; Abang Jie wore this impeccable military suit and the couple walked underneath sheaths of sword.

Anyway, I want to write about their kids; six years old talkative Farith the boss, three years old sweet silent Farisya and four months old friendly chubby Fateh. If I recall correctly, Abang Jie is of Chinese descendent so you can imagine the very cute kids they have.

I was playing with Fateh and so commented to his parents. "Fateh patut jadi nama anak pertama. 'Pembuka' kan."

"Farith maksudnya 'permata yang tidak ternilai'," Kak Ida said.

"Wow. Okay." Made sense, since Ayep is the first borne. So I turned to the happy baby. "Bagus Fateh. Nanti besar jadi pembuka kawasan mana pulak?"

"Nama dia sempena Sultan Muhammad Al-Fateh," Abang Jie said. "Besar nanti jadi pembuka-"

"-Sepanyol!" I interjected.

"-Singapore!" Abang Jie continued with a really big grin.

I laughed out loud at that. Never really thought of that. It was funny, but yeah. Why not? ^-^

---

Ayep fell at an R&R before reaching Beruas and that night he cried while his dad hold him tight and his mom picked out the splinter in his finger.

Afterwards he was still sad, so his dad turned to me while saying "Ayep pergi duduk sebelah Mak Ngah Hana. Minta dia cerita pasal Sultan Muhammad Al-Fateh. Ayep kan suka dengar sirah."

I scooted on the sofa and patted the spot next to me for the little boy to sit. "Jangan nangis dah Ayep. Meh sini nak citer."

Confidence. Actually inside my head was rushing with everything. Where is Qastantiniyyah again in current time? *-*

---

I think they expect an Egypt student to know everything religious, sirah included, by heart.

Oh darn so much more to work for, Haru.

---

"Mama, kenapa kita takde baby sendiri dah?" I asked my parents while staring at Fateh.

"Tunggu kak ngah la," mom passed me the ball. I believe she meant Along.

"Kenapa tak mama? Mama baru 52," I reasoned.

"Kenapa mama nak kena bersalin? Sekarang giliran yang muda-muda pulak."

"Boleh je. Kenapa kena tunggu orang lain?"

"Manade orang 50-an yang baru bersalin sekarang."

"Oh. Risiko Down syndrome ye?"

Nasihat Yang Membuatkan Hati Bergetar

Tempoh hari saya mengacau seorang senior saya dan memandangkan beliau sedang membaca, beliau dengan rela hati berkongsi apa yang dibacanya. (Baca: terpaksa layan)

Senior: Ciri-ciri nasihat yang memberi kesan pada hati dan sifat pemberi nasihat yang berjaya.

Me: Ape dia?

Senior: Kalau ciri nasihat tu, ada empat:
1) Pemilihan tajuk
2) Gaya bahasa
3) Elakkan nasihat yang panjang
4) Pemilihan waktu

Bagi saya, empat ciri ini sangat lojik dan boleh difahami walaupun tanpa syarahan kecuali yang pertama. Maka saya menggali lebih dalam.

Me: Ape maksud pemilihan tajuk?

Senior: Tajuk tu dia memberi manfaat kepada dunia dan agamanya. Dan sesuai dengan apa yang diperlukan oleh kehidupan dia mengikut waqi' (situasi) setempat.

Nak bagi nasihat senang je. Semua orang boleh. Yang susah adalah supaya nasihat itu terkesan pada hati sasaran kita, menyentuh keinsafannya seterusnya terbukti dengan berlaku perubahan pada amalnya. Nasihat yang meningkatkan ketaqwaan kita dan seterusnya mendekatkan kita kepada Allah. Yang ni yang susah dan bukan semua orang mampu mencapai tahap ini.

Kita biasanya bahasakan nasihat yang berkesan ini adalah nasihat yang basah. Membasahkan hati yang kering termumia, membasahkan dan menyuburkan iman sehingga mekar.

Daripada empat ciri ni, bagi saya ia menunjukkan kepada satu poin paling utama iaitu sejauh mana pemberi nasihat itu mengenali penerima nasihat itu. Tajuk apa yang diperlukan olehnya untuk dinasihati. Gaya bahasa apa yang sesuai dengan dia; skema, rock, puitis. keibuan, sempoi? Apakah definisi panjang bagi penerima nasihat itu dan akhir sekali, adakah dia sedang PMS pada masa saya beria nak nasihatkan dia. Haha.

Dan semestinya, samada dia terkesan atau tidak itu Allah yang tentukan. Hati itu milik Allah. Tetapi kita berusaha dengan terbaik menyusun strategi agar kita boleh kata kepada Tuhan kita bahawasanya "Aku dah cuba yang terbaik."

Sebagaimana Allah berfirman dalam Surah Al-Qasas ayat 56,

Sesungguhnya engkau (wahai Muhammad) tidak berkuasa memberi hidayah petunjuk kepada sesiapa yang engkau kasihi (supaya ia menerima Islam), tetapi Allah jualah yang berkuasa memberi hidayah petunjuk kepada sesiapa yang dikehendakiNya (menurut undang-undang peraturanNya); dan Dia lah jua yang lebih mengetahui akan orang-orang yang (ada persediaan untuk) mendapat hidayah petunjuk (kepada memeluk Islam).

Seterusnya sambung kacau senior.

Me: Sifat pemberi nasihat yang berjaya pula?

Senior:
1) Beriman dengan kata-katanya dan terkesan dengannya
2) Mempunyai hati yang suci daripada kekotoran. Kata-katanya keluar daripada hati yang benar
3) Selari kata-kata dan perbuatannya.

Saya terasa dilempang. Ibarat Lord Death menghentak kepala saya dengan Death Chop.

Nombor satu dan tiga itu berjalan seiring. Beriman itu bermaksud:
1) meyakini dengan hati,
2) terluah dari lidahnya
3) dan diterjemahkan dalam perbuatannya.

All Or None Law. Kesemua tiga dan bukanlah salah satu. Meyakini dengan hati bahawasanya Nasi Ayam Mok Noh adalah kerutuk ayam paling sedap di dunia tidak menjadikan kita beriman dengan fakta itu. Kita wajib menyebarkan kepada orang ramai (omputih sebut spread the word) dan sendiri kena makan Nasi Ayam Mok Noh.

Cukup tiga-tiga, baru benar kita beriman. Ni baru hal remeh seperti nasi, belum sebut pasal hal serius seperti penyebaran fahaman terhadap hakikat kita sebagai seorang Muslim. Lagi la.

Pertolongan Allah akan membawa kepada kejayaan dan ada sangat banyak faktor yang membawa kepada pertolongan Allah tu. Antara yang terpenting, kondisi hati kita samada benar-benar suci daripada kekotoran dan hanya dilimpahi cahaya keimanan. Hati yang ikhlas kerana Allah dan tidak punyai agenda tersembunyi.

Betul la kan. Kalau nak kata-kata terkesan kepada hatinya dan terbuah dalam amalnya, mestilah daripada hati yang sudah terkesan dan amal yang sudah terbuah.

Senior: Sama-sama cek. So boleh apply terus. Ni la rahsia kehebatan nasihat nabi dan sahabat. Awal hadith tu, dia cakap nasihat nabi ini membuatkan hati mereka bergetar dan air mata mengalir.

Iman Budak Syria

Sementara tunggu viva start pagi tadi, study sebelah Aisyah. Aisyah cerita yang Iman budak Syria dalam kelas diorang tu tak amik O&G tahun ni.

"Eh. Kenapa. Dia tahun berapa sebenarnya?"

Iman tahun lima, sama dengan kami. Dia transfer kredit daripada universiti dia di Damsyik dan datang belajar di Kasr el-Ainy sejak lebih kurang tujuh bulan lepas.

Walaupun dia transfer kredit, banyak je subjek praklinikal yang dia kena amik. Aisyah enumerate tadi, banyak juga. Physio, Pharma, dan sebagainya. Semua tu dia kena ambil tahun ni.

"Sebab tu dia tak ambil O&G tahun ni. Dia amik tahun depan. Paeds dia ambil. Dia end round sekali dengan kita haritu. Dia dapat 80 lebih."

"Wow." Dalam keadaan dia ambil banyak subjek, still dapat tinggi Paeds end round. "Hebatnya dia."

Aisyah cerita. Iman struggle nak study dekat kelas sebab kelas kami bahasa Inggeris. Dekat Syria manade belajar bahasa Inggeris. Iman selalu datang kelas nangis sebab teringat keluarga dia. Mak ayah adik2 dia masih di Damsyik. Ayah dia suruh dia datang sini untuk sambung belajar. Sebab macam mana nak sambung belajar dekat Syria sekarang ni? Aisyah kata, kawan2 kelas dia yang lelaki semuanya dah syahid.

Allah. Saya terdiam.

"Kalau aku jadi dia, aku tak boleh nak study," komen kawan di sebelah kanan saya. "Mesti teringat famili."

"Ye, tapi apa lagi yang boleh Iman buat? Kalau bukan dia yang study, siapa lagi akan study?" Saya lontarkan. Terasa hati retak. Siapa akan jadi doktor untuk anak2 Syria seterusnya?

Hidup perlu diteruskan dengan kita memainkan peranan kita di posisi yang Allah tetapkan buat kita. 'You are where you need to be.'

"Segannya aku. Aku main2 lagi study O&G ni..." Semoga Allah ampunkan kelalaian dan sikap acuh tak acuh saya T.T

-----

Exam O&G dah tamat. Kami dah berusaha, mungkin tak sebaiknya, tapi sekarang ini terserah kepada Allah untuk menyempurnakan takdir kami ini. Mohon doakan kami semua lepas subjek ini dan summer nanti boleh la nak melaksanakan tanggungjawab masing2 tanpa perlu risaukan pasal exam.

Exam Paediatrics 12 hari lagi. Bye.

Join Me Cliff-jumping

One day, I want to jump off a cliff and swim back to shore.

Preferably in this life, but I wouldn't mind if I only manage to tick this one off in the next. After all, this is only a worldly gain. There are too many important stuffs to do and accomplish in this life. Allah placed me in this world for a reason, and once I have accomplished all that Allah wanted from me, maybe I can pursue this kind of exhilarating stuffs.

Indeed, in the creation of the heavens and earth, and the alternation of the night and the day, and the [great] ships which sail through the sea with that which benefits people, and what Allah has sent down from the heavens of rain, giving life thereby to the earth after its lifelessness and dispersing therein every [kind of] moving creature, and [His] directing of the winds and the clouds controlled between the heaven and the earth are signs for a people who use reason.

(Surah Al-Baqarah verse 164)

Granted, He did create the cliff and that beautiful blue water for us.. but not for mere worldly enjoyment. Life is not a simple run off the cliff, soar through the sky with adrenaline pulsating through your veins and land loudly into the cool water. A feeling like no other. The best feeling you could ever imagine. 


No. But these kinds of grace are for us to appreciate His Greatness and to remember Him, for us to be grateful to Him. And for us to reflect how insignificant we truly are without Him, to be reminded of who is The Ultimate Creator of all these and what is it that He wanted when He made us who we are where we are.

And [yet], among the people are those who take other than Allah as equals [to Him]. They love them as they [should] love Allah . But those who believe are stronger in love for Allah . And if only they who have wronged would consider [that] when they see the punishment, [they will be certain] that all power belongs to Allah and that Allah is severe in punishment.

(Surah Al-Baqarah verse 165)

The world is not the retreating place for a Muslim. Tired is the nature of a daie.

I am still trying to place "lillah" as the reason for when I'm exhausted, but you know me.. There's still reason for hope though. Rabbi zidnal ikhlas.

The Bakso Tragedy

Something terrible happened the other day.

I went to a restaurant to meet some important people for an important matter. I picked the place because I ate their bakso before and it was awesome and I wanted to eat the same awesome bakso again.

All through the journey when I wasn't nodding off or preparing what to say, I was thinking of said bakso.

I reached the place. Important people arrived and we greeted each other and sat at the table. I placed our order.

The waiter came back and I knew it meant trouble. He proceeded to announce innocently, "We're out of bakso."

At that moment, my world stopped. I realized I did everything wrong and this was divine intervention to slap me hard.

You see, there were three things I wanted to achieve that day, in order of importance:
1- meet important people
2- discuss important matter
3- eat awesome bakso

Problem was that the primary thing in my head, even before I headed out of my house, was "eat awesome bakso". Maybe I was that famished or severely bakso deprived, but the point was my intention was impure in the first place.

Now God was condemning me.

The important people kept asking me if I was alright. Well of course I was not alright, I just messed the very first step (intention) and could potentially mess the rest of everything up.

They thought I was not alright because I didn't get my bakso. That made me feel even worse to think that important people will think that shallow of me, that I was affected by unavailability of food (or any worldly matter at all).

What have I done to make them think that?

After serious contemplation (I wanted anything soup-based because I don't like solid that much nowadays but why would I order a simple chicken soup when I can cook them myself?), I placed an order of fried rice with beef paprik. The waiter came back and I knew God hated me that much right then when he announced that "We're out of beef paprik."

I gave up. Thank You God. "What do you have?"

"Fried rice with chicken."

"Fine."

By then there was no point in ordering, I had lost my appetite. But it's easier to let things slide when you just go with the flow.

---

Meeting important people went well, but I only managed half of the important matter I wanted to discuss with them, making my daily achievement that day a measly 50%.

God I am a failure!

At the end before I went back home, I apologized to one of the important people and told her, "I felt like I wasn't sincere enough back then."

She gasped. "You mean you weren't sincere?"

"I meant I wasn't sincere enough."

"How could it be you weren't sincere enough? It's either you were sincere lillah or you're not."

TT-TT That really was a direct hit to my solar plexus. How could I forgot that sincerity obeys the All Or None Law?

You Are The Big Sister So You Must Know Everything

but truthfully I don't know what to do. I don't even know where to begin.

All I know now is that she's my sister and hell freezes the day I give up on her.

Allah, I am scared. Save her and help me.

---

Three hours of writing and that's the best I can say. Utter lost of words.

Ideal-ity

1- Know your position and function in this world. Act on it.

2- Be clear with the basis of whatever it is that you are, do, say, deal or stay firm with.

3- Identify the problem and the solution.

4- Why are you where you are?

5- The reason for outlining the ideality is to inspire and guide you as you go. But in every step you take, be sure to differentiate it from reality.

There are more, but my mind is still so and so jarred. It can't be described as an "intellectual orgasm" if the need arise for a painkiller and continuously have to discuss it in order to reorder the abused brain. That moment when you either work your neurons off or you let the idea die and risk damaging an already scratched image, it should have been aptly named a "brutal mind*uck".

An afternoon I will never forget. (the resolutions, I mean.)

Before the Worst

There was a time that we'd stay up all night
Best friends, yeah talking 'til the daylight
Took the joys alongside the pain
With not much to lose but so much to gain

It began when dad decided to put us at that school to provide us with as much knowledge on Islam as possible. Counting the years till now, I'd say I have 11 years pocketed on this path.

Are you hearing me? 'Cause I don't wanna miss
That you would drift on memory bliss
I was down on one knee and you were mine for life

Perhaps it's a syndrome for everyone not starting on his own will. After so long, it was probably out of habit that I seek it out on my own. There was an empty space so hollow in my heart. Only relieved, filled to the brim my happiness was palpable a mile away once I'm back with you guys.

We were thinking we would never be apart
With your name tattooed across my heart
Oh, who would've thought it would end up like this

It is selfish on my part that I was just happy to be a part of it, not very much contributing nor working hard for it. Read: I wasn't working hard for this relationship.

"Maybe I've been selfish," he muttered after a while. "I feed on your presence. Just watching you is enough for me, it sustains me. I give you nothing in return."

-Bullwinkle's Lady, Ultimatum

Relive the spark that was once there. It is still there, I know it! This relationship is too much valuable, it was once my lifeline and it sure is now. So don't give up on it. Not ever.

Before the worst, before we met
Before our hearts decided it's time to love again
Before too late, before too long
Let's try and take it back before it all went wrong

I want in..

How to Rule the World

Ahli Jabatan Berita yang dihormati,

Tahniah rajin gile kita meng-update PO! Tambah pulak bawwab Y!M (haha) dah aktif semula pastu minta tolong spam satu Mesir, plus ada kenalan yang hang*t macam Ex-Boss maka berduyun la memenuhkan feedjit PO dari Iceland sampai la ke Moscow!

*bertenang jap, excited cam apentah*

Tapi bukan tu tujuan kita. Publisiti murahan di dunia apalah sangat berbanding ganjaran keikhlasan di akhirat. Mencorak perubahan dalam masyarakat ada banyak caranya, ini salah satu je. Matlamat kita lebih besar dari atas kertas sebenarnya.

We'll start in steps, we'll use this to conquer the world :]


Okeh! Sambung study!


Atiqah
plus Najib the fish

p/s: Lusa kuiz Patho. Jom insaf beramai-ramai.

Gay and Happy

In Islam, being a homosexual¹ can be your path to Paradise.


Suprised? That is by abstaining from practicing to please Allah, the Creator of mankind. Subhanallah.

It wasn't the gender-preference that was punished, it is in the practice of homosexuality itself.

And his people came rushing towards him, and they had been long in the habit of practicing abominations. He said: "O my people! Here are my daughters: they are purer for you (if ye marry)! Now fear Allah, and cover me not with shame about my guests! Is there not among you a single right-minded man?"

(11:78)

Prophet Lut's people were condemned² by Allah because of practicing what was forbidden, and Allah as the All-knowing Creator will never forbid something unless it presents any harm to us, whether we know it or not.

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The key here is abstaining anything forbidden by Allah to please Him and be granted His blessings. Like all things forbidden, say, drinking or gambling or talking back to our parents; even if you feel like doing so but you refrain for the sake of His blessings, that is your part of charity on yourself.

Abi Musa reported that the Apostle of Allah (may peace be upon him) said: Giving of Sadaqa is essential for every Muslim.

It was said (to him): What do you say of him who does not find (the means) to do so? He said: Let him work with both his hands, thus doing benefit to himself and give Sadaqa.

It was said to him: What about him who does not have (the means) to do so? He said: Then let him assist the needy, the aggrieved.

It was said: What do you say of one who cannot even do this? He said: Then he should enjoin what is reputable or what is good.

He said: What about him if he cannot do that? He (the Holy Prophet) said: He should then abstain from evil, for verify that is Sadaqa on his behalf.

Muttafaqun 3alaih³

You do your math ;)

p/s: This was said before the start of yesterday's course, so to be observed by those who came late! Boo! (haha)

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¹ Homosexual: of, relating to, or characterized by a tendency to direct sexual desire toward another of the same sex.

² Chapter 11: verse 82

³ Riyadhus solihin by Imam Nawawi, hadith 141

Flotilla the Ship

They are onboard Mavi Marmara fighting fire with prayers.

We see what they do, we update ourselves on their journey, we pray for their victory, yet do we reflect back on ourselves?

They are one step closer to Paradise, perhaps they are already there. What about us? Are we still wasting time drowning in petty sins, or are we doing our best to better ourselves?

Not equal are those believers who sit (at home) and receive no hurt, and those who strive and fight in the cause of Allah with their goods and their persons.

Allah hath granted a grade higher to those who strive and fight with their goods and persons than to those who sit (at home). Unto all (in Faith) Hath Allah promised good:

But those who strive and fight Hath He distinguished above those who sit (at home) by a special reward, ranks specially bestowed by Him, and Forgiveness and Mercy. For Allah is Oft-forgiving, Most Merciful.
[An-Nisa’ : 95-96]

At the end of the day, we’re not just aiming to be a good citizen of the world. We aim to enter Paradise with pride.

Muslims everywhere are united by our one faith in Allah thus we are family. And humanity is shared among those with higher brain function.

1. Live news in English
2. IHH live stream
3. Free Gaza Movement on Twitter

The Boy who Fell

It was a brisk walk alone towards school after I skipped home in-between classes. I crossed the road and quickly decided to avoid the common route of walking straight towards Nugget Tours. Instead, I turned left.

My foot on the pavement, a sweet boy of three-year-old (perhaps) all bulked up in his clean winter gear was tentatively riding his tricycle towards me. He looked up into my eyes and I saw that he was wobbling. He was cycling towards the sandy depression on the uneven pavement.

Picture not related. This is Usaid the cleanfreak boy
mopping dusty ARMA with his shirt.

Now, now, I slowed my pace as I neared him, my eyes on alert and my face grim in concentration. Be careful not to fall.

And sure enough, he fell on his knee. He gingerly touched his left kneecap and steadied his fallen bike with his right hand. He silently looked up and mounted right on.

I watched the boy from behind my shoulder as he continued paddling on the crooked pavement, not even a stifle could be heard.

Holding back tears. He was playing brave, I concluded.

Was it because of his gender that he decided against crying? Was it because of an unknown foreigner nearby that stalled him from calling for his mother? Was it the harsh upbringing Egyptians endured that made them steel from a young age?

Or was it simply me exaggerating everything, and the boy wasn't even going to cry in the first place?

What did I do during the whole time? Nothing. I didn't even pause, not even a concerned 'Are you okay?' spouted out, though words of consolation were already forming in my mind.

Let alone stopping to pick the boy up and help him to his parents. Instead, I continued my slow and short pace about him and scrutinized every details.

A few seconds walk away and I was graved with guilt.

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Akhlak is simply, what you do spontaneously in any given occasion.

The money that you easily give away during a raise. The salam and smile you greet to the old man on the bridge. The scrap of paper you stow in your pocket instead of letting it join the dust of the hallway.

The every classes you attend sincerely regardless of attendance check. The news report that you hand in right on time. And every single amanah for that matter.

The hand you hold out for a fallen young boy.

Beloved Prophet Muhammad presented true virtues for us to follow. And I will dishonor myself the moment I go back on him.

I have a lot more to work on.

And He Told Us to Strive

Allah loves us and had the whole world prepared at our service.

We just need to work for it.

Happy Biochem assignment, everyone. Let's renew our intentions for the Most Merciful only and may Allah rewards us for all effort spent.


Words of Allah surah An-Najm, verse 39. Me reminded by Kak Fathy love.

Danbo background taken from here.

Kempen Berdoa untuk Semua

Name:
'Pray for All' Campaign

Duration:
Till I'm bored and in need for a fresh boost

Objectives:
1- Encourage praying for the sake of others
2- Avoid any trace of selfishness amongst us Muslim
3-Towards avoidance of being Al-Muthoffifin
ie those who give less than due weight for others,
but expect in full for themselves

Execution:

Radin Rahmah Radin Monawir
Akak ni nak jadi Timbalan Bendahari Kehormat
PERUBATAN 10/11
sebab jawatan tu cam ringan sikit [Kak Izzati yang macho]
dan semoga dia ada masa untuk bermain dengan saya
mengejar mardhatillah dari aspek lain
Doakan agar keputusan syura PERUBATAN
memudahkan urusan dia!

Razan Hayati Zulkeflee
Esok [16hb] dia akan dapat result untuk last test dia
yang membawa kepada 10% markah dalam final nanti
Doakan dia dapat markah penuh!

Nadhirah Muhamad Yusof,
Insyirah Ahmad Kamal
serta Gen6 Cairo University yang rata-rata kurang segar
Mereka ini diuji dengan demam, selsema dan batuk
Doakan mereka segera sembuh!

Mitsuharu Yuuno
Tadi dia squeak
Dia kelihatan seperti... layu?
Entah la

Segera la segar kembali, boleh kita bermesra dengan lebih aktif!
Doakan dia sihat!

Kamu
Sebab tinggalkan komen yang mesra berusaha menjayakan kempen saya haha
Sebab semua orang pun suka didoakan, kan?
;)

p/s:
Thank you Kak Pijot sebab jadi kamus bergerak saya

p/s2:
Tak seronok la kempen takde poster :(

Fresh Kill

Atiqah: apa hukum seksa binatang?
Syemak: haram berdosa
Syemak: ko seksa sape?
Atiqah: manade
Atiqah: kalau kita rebus hidup2
Atiqah: kira seksa tak?
Syemak: seksa r tu
Atiqah: ok
Syemak: ko nk rebus yuuno ke?
Atiqah: weh
Atiqah: aku sayang dia la

Semakin kita maju dalam bidang sains, semakin kita purba dalam bidang akhlak dan ketamadunan.

Buktinya, kita merebus udang galah hidup-hidup demi mengekalkan kesegaran rasanya yang manis. Kita juga membela ikan dengan penuh teliti kemudiannya kita rebus hidup-hidup terus dari akuariumnya.


Kita juga membiak ayam tanpa bulu demi menjimatkan kos dan penggunaan air, kerana bulu yang tebal memaksa para penternak di kawasan panas menggunakan penghawa dingin bagi mengekalkan ayam pada suhu 20 darjah.


Kita mengaburi mata hati dengan berpendapat, tanpa bulu untuk ditumbuh, segala nutrien yang diperolehi ayam akan didedikasikan kepada pembinaan otot-otot yang sedap dimakan.

Nafsu sendiri didahului penghormatan terhadap nyawa.

Manusia. Bila mahu bertaubat?

Kempen Kuih Keria untuk Semua

Kempen Akhlak Mulia

untuk Semua

Fasa pertama: Berbuat baik sesama jiran.

Dianjurkan oleh:
Briged Rakan-rakan Yuuno

Tarikh:
1 dan 2 April 2009

Tempat:
Haret Sayyeda Zainab

1.0 Pendahuluan:

1.1 Akhlak mulia adalah manifestasi kemantapan iman seorang Muslim. Ianya jauh lebih berharga dan dihargai daripada pakaian emas mahupun keputusan peperiksaan yang mumtaz bi sharaf.

1.2 Pelajar-pelajar perubatan, khususnya pelajar Melayu di Haret Sayyeda Zainab turut tidak ketinggalan dari berakhlak mulia sebagaimana yang diajurkan Al-Quran dan Sunnah.

1.3 Pun begitu, akhlak mulia ini sekadar diamalkan sesama masyarakat Melayu di Mesir ini sahaja, seterusnya mengabaikan kewujudan komuniti Arab di kawasan Haret Sayyeda Zainab ini.

1.4 Berikutan sikap ini, banyak salah faham yang telah timbul antara masyarakat Melayu dan masyarakat Arab lantas menjadi pencetus kepada usaha menghidupkan kembali amalan berbuat baik sesama jiran.

2.0 Objektif

2.1 Menggalakkan pengamalan akhlak mulia di dalam kehidupan.

2.2 Memupuk semangat cintakan Rasul sepanjang zaman dengan mempelajari dan mengamalkan sunnahnya.

2.3 Membina hubungan baik antara penghuni Imarah 11 dengan jiran-jiran Arab di sekitar.

2.4 Meningkatkan kualiti kehidupan penghuni Imarah 11 dan jiran-jiran setempat.

2.5 Memperkenalkan budaya Melayu kepada masyarakat Arab.

2.6 Meningkatkan penguasaan Bahasa Arab Ammiyah Mesir dengan berkomunikasi dengan masyarakat setempat.

3.0 Anjuran
Briged Rakan-rakan Yuuno

4.0 Tarikh perlaksanaan
1 dan 2 April 2009

5.0 Lokasi cadangan
Imarah 20, Haret Sayyeda Zainab

6.0 Sasaran
20-30 orang jiran yang sering berlegar-legar di hadapan Imarah 11.

7.0 Jawatankuasa Pelaksana

Pengarah
Nur Atiqah M. H.

Unit Tugas-tugas Khas
Khairunnisa A. R. (Ketua)
Nur Atikah S. I.

8.0 Bidang tugas

Pengarah
1. Mengatur dan mempengerusikan mesyuarat jawatankuasa pelaksana
2. Memastikan setiap AJK melaksanakan tugas dengan baik dan teratur
3. Mengetuai proses perancangan dan perbincangan dasar program
4. Menyelesaikan masalah-masalah yang timbul antara jawatankuasa dengan pihak luar

AJK Tugas-tugas Khas
1. Melaksanakan apa sahaja yang diarahkan Pengarah

9.0 Pelan tindakan

1 April 2009
Membeli keledek dan tepung.
Mengopek keledek.
Merebus keledek.
Melenyek keledek.
Menguli keledek dan membentuk kuih keria yang presentable.
Menggoreng keledek.

2 April 2009
Menyira kuih keria.
Memberikan kepada jiran sebagai tanda ‘We come in peace’.
Membincangkan isu-isu social setempat bersama jiran tetangga.

10.0 Anggaran belanjawan

11.0 Penutup

Semoga apa yang direncanakan dalam kertas kerja ini akan dapat dilaksanakan dengan sebaiknya dengan pertolongan dan izin daripada Allah S.W.T. demi mencapai semua objektif yang digariskan.


Disediakan, disemak dan disahkan oleh;


…………………………………..
(NUR ATIQAH M. H.)
Pengarah,
Kempen Akhlak Mulia untuk Semua.


12.0 Feedback

Ada budak datang rumah aku dengan linangan air mata.

Budak-budak gila depan imarah mengganas lagi. Kali ini di bawah sinaran mentari di pagi hari.

Aku bengang. Aku tak suka perbuatan mereka yang buat budak perempuan menangis. Dan aku tak suka sebab aku tak tahu nak buat apa lagi.

Nisa putuskan supaya tidak payah memberi kuih kepada jiran-jiran kami yang siot.

Nampaknya kempen aku sudah gagal.

KPI 2: A Journey towards Amendment

We had our second installment of Kursus Pengenalan Islam for First Grade of Cairo just now. The hall was merely half-filled with participants, considering the event was held in the spacious Ain Shams University Conference Center.

It started late, as usual. Surely we need a good tadabbur of Surah Al-'Asr.

Proceeded with the recitation from ex-boss Akmal.

And the ever volatile person I was, I stared off space with watery eyes as he recited the last part of Surah Al-Furqan.

والذين لا يشهدون الزور واذا مروا باللغو مروا كراما
Those who witness no falsehood, and, if they pass by futility,

they pass by it with honourable (avoidance).
(Al-Furqan : 72)

Ira, my dearest in Jordan, once pointed out the irrationality behind reacting to people's stupidity. Sadly, I've been against her advice lately.

I am so sorry.

Enough self-reproach; let's get down to business.

The first segment entitled Pengurusan Rohani dalam Kehidupan Pelajar Muslim saw the ustaz discussing the importance of rohaniyyah management, among other things.

The second segment, a much awaited topic of Kebejatan Sosial: Apa Peranan Kita? saw me losing focus. I listened to the recitation of Surah Al-Kahfi while browsing the net instead.

Such a genius, am I not? Urgh. My loss.

The third segment was a briefing with PERUBATAN's Unit Bait Muslim. Frankly speaking, I can't help smirking all through the segment.

It was relatively illuminating and I was really looking forward for some form-filling at that moment as my hands were itching already to write down the qualities I want in a spouse.

Alas, no forms to be filled.

I might as well write it down here. I'd like someone much more matured than me, please.

You have my consent to laugh.

Next was from Jabatan Keselamatan Sosial Islam [JAKSI]. I didn't really get what JAKSI was all about, until he said, "Turut dikenali sebagai Unit Hisbah."

Oh, the irony. Today seems to be the day of amelioration.

Either way, it was greatly helpful. I gained new insights on how things work in the Malaysian community in Egypt, thus enhancing my gratitude towards the lot.

Let's not be a pengkufur nikmat.

And remind me to send the unit a full-length email for consultation. I can't have those suddenly atrocious kids wielding their horny hands up our lives any longer.

There should be a limit to harassment.

Finally, we had an open debate on Kebejatan Sosial: Salah Siapa?. It was fun watching people devouring with enthusiastic speech, laid albeit not-so-carefully with facts.

I was with the Community team, so we ganged up to lay the blames on Parents and Individual.

Ellya was great! She synchronized our points and rebutted with style. Well, nothing least should be expected from her in the first place.

In the end, it's actually useless to blame anyone for whatever social problem we are faced with. We all have a part to play. So play them well.

Though I can't help but point out how greatly the situation is affected by one's ability to judge good from bad. "Seorang yang mantap pasti dapat memperoleh kebaikan walau dalam situasi seburuk mana sekali pun."

Abang Hafiz recorded the whole program on tape. Let see when we can grab a hold of one copy.

Overall, the program was highly informative with topics mostly covering our responsabilities in a community and how to memantapkan diri towards that goal.

It was also a good escape from Respiration.

Now I need to get back to my studies.

p/s: I've decided to write my blog my own way, instead of copy-pasting a dictionary. Hah.