PTD triggered by metal dragons

Sometimes when I hear the annoying noise of choppers flying over my head, my mind will wander to that sickening military lock-down that led to Malaysian refugees flocking to DMAK for an indefinite time during Revolution 2011

DMAK chapter really was the worst. Circumstances needed me to stay calm and optimist. Media called from Malaysia and they asked me to answer telephone interview because I was level-headed and will not scream hysterically. Practiced dance steps with the girls once, hung out with the crew once to plan out what to cover for the association's website. We never got around to do anything, but it was comforting to imagine life goes on as usual.

Which translated to basically being a hypocrite. Other than that I spent my time on the roof, waiting for the storm to pass. All strength went to making sure no one saw the liquidifying effect of uncertainties to my internal organs. My parents were worried enough without seeing me actually losing my head. I wasn't eating unless pointed out by others. And that was the first time I asked dad to give me a call.

And to go through that again.. please no.

Today more choppers seem to be making their patrol. I needed to blast off the volume of my MP3 player. And wish they'd invest in some noiseless stealth helicopters.

#PrayForEgypt

Eyecargo

When I arrived in front of the exam hall, I greeted my friends.

"Hi guys."

"Didn't you sleep last night?"

"Huh?"

Now where did that came from?

Truth was I slept four hours last night and even managed an hour of rolling around semi-consciously before I really had to get up, alhamdulillah for that.

Then it occurred to me. Perhaps sleep deprivation had etched its mark on me and I could never get the refreshed look back on my face despite the enough sleep I got the night before. They call it eyebag, but mine probably is a cargo. Haha. (Geddit?)

Despite the sleep, I was still beyond sleepy during the exam. Even the Post-Exam Coma was as troublesome as always. But still, I'm always so sleepy. Hmm.

Where has all the keberkatan gone to?

Feeling refreshed is a gift from God. You can sleep an hour at night and still have the strength to get through the day. Strength and refreshment all come from God and He can grant it to any of His deserving servants.

And it shows on your face. Notice how we feel calm at just looking at someone's face? It's their iman lighting them up, a manifestation of their piety.

I'm lacking piety, maybe. Huh.

I am angry because they hurt our brothers and all I could do is pray for them and stop making sins.

The title should explain this. Proceed at own risk.

30 June. Some punks in Egypt staged a rebel against the democratically elected President on the account that he is a hypocrite and Egypt is crumbling under his one year regime. So they decided to throw a Rebel at Tahrir Square, pay thugs to kill his peaceful supporters and burn and loot the Muslim Brotherhood headquarter. Gave him a 48-hour memo to resign and then.. I dunno, what's next?

It is so confusing. I can't brain this stupidity.

First they ousted Mubarak and toppled his 30 years regime of corruption and hogging the country's wealth to his cronies that left the people desperate for their freedom.

And alhamdulillah, the people had spoken and the people had won.

They then democratically elected a new president and the world welcomed Dr. Morsy and the changes he brought.

That's when hidden trouble started to see light.

Imagine if we left the mice to breed havoc and excrete everywhere in our house for a whole month of 30 days. Is it possible for me to get the stink and mould off the wall in just one day?

Alone? No. It is our house, our responsibility. Be and make the changes you want to see.

One day? Hell. Where would we even begin?

And the mice were still in the house, wrecking havoc as we cleaned and effing cleaned. Damn those mice.

It's only one year. We saw in the news Dr. Morsy invited the oppositions to sit and talk and cooperate together for a better Egypt with him but did they accept?

He did one thing, and the punks unravel it. And those average Egyptians who cared more of what food to eat more than they care what food their unborn grand-grandchildren will eat took everything fed to them.

Blame Morsy for the blackouts and never asking why there was shortage in the first place. Blame Morsy for the rubbish in the street and never asking why themselves not stop littering everywhere. Blame Morsy for the prices going up and never asking what have they contributed to the economy besides the violence they brew and slamming Morsy about it.

Some kid could be dying out there and his uneducated parents would probably blame Morsy, too.

Sick.

Because they can't see twenty, ten years ahead. Not even five! They can't see the impact they can have on this world beyond the cocoon Mubarak's sheeping-the-people regime had imprinted onto them. 30 years of making people stupid and living only for themselves. And it is wishful thinking that I hope these people will change. That rotten generation needs to be wiped out for real changes to happen.

They don't want to be taught how to fish. They want fish in front of them, scaled and cooked to scrumptious perfection, stat. They had eaten to'miyyah all their years with Mubarak and now that Mubarak's gone, they expect grilled chicken and kofta for every meal of the day.

Congratulations Mubarak. And pity those who fell prey to him. May God grant you wisdom to the right path.

And for the thinking people, those who stand up for what's right for the country and the future.. May God forever be merciful on you.

Honour God, respect the man, love the lady, protect the kids.

When her mother passed away from childbirth, Ushio's dad was so devastated that he gave up Ushio to be raised by her maternal grandparents. Tomoya visited her only now and then, choosing to distant himself because he missed his late wife Nagisa too much it hurts.

One day they were tricked by the grandmother to go on a trip together. Tomoya wasn't in a good mood and he yelled at some kid on the train. Ushio was 5, 6 years old maybe? She was scared and unknowingly ran off to the bathroom.

Tomoya looked all over for her. When he found her exiting the bathroom, he scolded her for running off without telling him. She looked like she just got off crying, so the stoic father asked the young daughter why was she crying in the bathroom.

Ushio told him that grandmother only allowed her to cry in two places. One was in the bathroom. Ushio never mention to her father where was the second.

Tomoya was silent. He never thought his mother-in-law was that strict.

At the end of that episode, Tomoya realised what a lousy father he was, that Ushio was suffering because of his negligence. They made up and Ushio cried so hard (bawled, more like) in his arms.

She told him that the second place grandmother allowed her to cry was in her father's arms

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Tomoya cried.

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That was one of the most touching episode in Clannad After Story. The last time I watched that series was probably years ago but a good story fixes itself in my brain and fibroses there.

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Found a quote just now. It said something like

When a husband felt truly respected, a wife felt truly loved, the children felt protected and God truly honoured, the marriage can withstand anything.

I suppose so. That's what children want when they are with their parents. I'm nearing 23 and been living abroad nearly five years, doing things on my own and getting into and out of trouble for as long as I can remember. But when I face a problem and tell my dad about it, I actually want him to take care of it for me. Haha.

(But he didn't. Pfft. Kinda sucks being grown up.)

When you've been on the loose for awhile, feeling protected is a welcomed fresh air. The rest of the quote is open to interpretation. Haha.

I am having my Paediatrics written exam this Saturday. Please pray for us and for our brothers in Palestine and Syria as well.

Homemade Kicap Soya

Kak Teha baked some muffins for her circle today and she assembled them in my room. When I walked in, she gave me one. I accepted and walked to where Kicap and Soya were chirping madly this evening.

Picked a small bit off my muffin and placed it in front of those two chicks. "Here, Kak Teha baked. Shut up and enjoy."

Those two obliged. I ate my muffin while watching them. They pecked and pecked and then went elsewhere, not finishing the piece of muffin. I scoffed at them.

"Oh," an afterthought came to mind. "Forgot to tell you there's egg in the muffin. Haha."

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I brought home two baby chicks two days ago. Going to fat them up and fry them once they're big enough or keep them alive if they provide us with fresh morning eggs. We named them Kicap (the brown one) and Soya (the white one).

Kicap today seems fluffier and more boisterous. I touched him and he ran like headless on fire. He's going to be hell to catch once big enough to be slaughtered. He's also fun to play with. I pick him up and he'll walk all over my hand, perching like a bird on my one finger, or each foot on separate fingertips. He'll watch solemnly from above like the king of his kind forgetting that he is actually a flightless chick who fits nicely in my palm and I can squeeze him asphyxiated anytime.

Whereas Soya is a drama chick. She chirped with her mouth opened plenty times today. I think that's the equivalent of screaming like a cat is onto her and woke me up from my afternoon nap. Kinda annoyed, but made me grateful they're baby chicks, not human baby.

I bought two because for survival, there should be two of you. And when there's two of you, you can dream bigger dreams. If the chicks were to escape from me, being together will give them higher chance for success. I like to see them try.

Anyway. Hurry up and get fat already.

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

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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.

Love Captured

He was smiling at me and his whole face lit up with the beam of innocence. His eyes nearly crinkled and he was looking straight at me with that happy smile and a love-filled eyes.

The smile when the person in front of you was the one who made you the happiest, the person you loved the most. That alone was enough to make me drop everything and hug him right that instant and clobber him with kisses.

But there was more.

He was sitting on soft sand, wearing shorts and barefooted. Sand all over his legs. Playfully his right hand was up, calling for me. Urging me to come at him. Join him. Even better, pick him up and throw him up high.

An affectionate child. I would drop everything and tackle him right that instant. I would let my back fall on the sand and wrestle him for being so adorable.

I would if I could. It drove me mad because I couldn't. And I have nothing else as alternative, no babies nearby to hug.

It was just a picture. He was smiling at his parents perhaps, miles away from here. The genuine love was for the parents who loved him even before he was born and who raised him up. A pose captured on camera.

I am just a stranger looking, never the one to indulge.

Experiment SeRaM

pagi tadi terjumpa satu post ini di fesbuk berkenaan sekumpulan isteri disuruh hantar mesej "I love you, sweetheart" kepada suami masing-masing seterusnya mereka berkongsi apa jawapan suami mereka.

post itu telah membuka mata saya kepada kemungkinan yang sangat menarik maka saya pun memulakan Experiment "Send Random Message To People And See How They Respond" atau nama ringkasannya Experiment SeRaM.

Pemboleh ubah:

manipulasi: tahap keakraban

bergerakbalas: respons kepada mesej

malar: mesej

Tujuan:

bukan nak buat onar la pastinya. ada benda yang besar nak dicapai. nanti saya cakap.

Hipotesis:

family akan melayan. kawan makin kenal perangai saya akan rasa sangsi.

selebihnya nanti la. sebab saya kesuntukan masa (saya ada 280 mukasurat untuk dihabiskan study malam ini) maka saya akan tulis panjang-panjang lain kali.

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apa yang saya buat adalah hantar "I love you, sweetheart" kepada tujuh orang dalam senarai kenalan WhatsApp saya terdiri daripada ahli keluarga sebenar, ahli keluarga tambahan, akhawat yang rapat.

berikut merupakan respon mereka. 

1)

Naqibah saya, seorang yang merasai disayangi melalui ucapan kasih sayang.

sengih lebar. kemungkinan besar mesej saya membuatkan ibu mengandung itu sangat gembira. atau dia sedang gelakkan saya tak waras sebab exam beberapa hari je lagi.

2)

Bestfren seorang Sanguine yang memang sentiasa perlukan kasih sayang.

saya WhatsApp dia ni tapi dia screencap dan post dekat fesbuk siap beserta jawapan beliau untuk satu dunia baca. bukti beliau sangat gembira berbesar hati dan sebagainya.

habis kelas saya lepak rumah dia dan saya pun terangkan kepada dia mengenai eksperimen yang saya jalankan. air muka beliau kelihatan berubah dan saya bersedia untuk mengelak dari dilempang dengan tablet beliau.

subjek: aku ingat aku spesel. b*d*h.
saya: haha.
subjek: b*d*h.

tapi aku memang sayangkan kau pun. hahahahahaha.

seterusnya kami bergumbira study macam normal. beliau sempat bertanya kenapa saya tak mesej sedemikian kepada izyan.

3)

Anak pungut saya, seorang Melancholic.

respon yang mempertikaikan saya ini memang bertepatan dengan personalti beliau yang Melancholic dan mempersoalkan emosi disekeliling. seterusnya subjek telah mengetahui niat saya setelah melihat post tersebut yang saya share di wall saya dan komen beliau adalah: gehhhh terasa diperkotak-katikkan. sobs.

4)

Kakak saya tapi kami dah janji nak berkahwin maka dia saya punya! Seorang Choleric Sanguine.

sebab kami dah biasa bergurau flirting begini maka kemungkinan besar beliau tahu ada udang di sebalik mee. lagipun kami berdua mepunyai hubungan tahap nirvana dan boleh membaca fikiran satu sama lain. ecehh.

5)

Kakak saya yang sedang sibuk HO di Seberang Prai.

sebenarnya saya dah lama tak contact beliau, sekadar mengikuti perkembangan beliau di fesbuk. beliau sibuk tapi sentiasa didoakan. kakak kesayangan saya ni. walaupun ini eksperimen, tapi beliau merasai keikhlasan hati saya.

hehe. atau pendek citer, dia layan je adik dia ni buat onar.

 6)

Abang saya yang baru kahwin beberapa bulan.

entah-entah dia ingat mesej ni daripada kakak ipar saya. geli jap. rasanya sejak dihantar berkhidmat di sarawak, beliau makin menghargai keluarga kerabat beliau yang makin jauh di mata. hehe. 

dia je abang kandung yang saya ada. impian hidup saya adalah membuatkan dia bangga. maka tiada sesalan dalam menghantar eksperimen ini kepada beliau.

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Kesimpulan:

Kredit: Pure Dream Arts

pernah dengar lagu Live Like We're Dying oleh Kris Allen? hehe. kita tak tahu bila akan meninggalkan dunia ini, maka ucapkanlah sayang itu. sekali sekala, sementara ada kesempatan nafas.

p/s: 

1- hampeh lama jugak jadinya menulis post ni. aaahh atiqOh!

2- subjek yang ketujuh tak cek mesej pun. internet henset tak berfungsi barangkali.

Something to Hang On To

There will be a hallway as I enter the door and a place to store my shoes away. The open kitchen will be on the right with bananas on the counter and the living room on the left. In between, perhaps the dining table to entertain whoever might be attending.

The kitchen will be spacious. I want a full cabinet. Plenty of clear counters to work efficiently. Oven, microwave, most importantly an espresso machine. The place will smell of good coffee.

The living room will have a TV mounted on the wall and the view unobscured from the kitchen counter. Comfy leather sofa, well-worn and slept in. The cat will make way for me whenever I am back. Fluffy rugs that are impractical for vacuuming but awesome for rolling in. A bookcase stowed nearby for the books I need to read while laying flat on the floor.

It will be what it is, a living room. A work station stashed somewhere.. nearby the bookcase. A laptop and charging panel. Stacks of memorabilia. Works in progress. Everything.

There will be a clear wall-to-wall window or sliding door to let light in. The whole place should be high enough to enjoy the city skyline and I can forgo curtains and open the balcony wide open without fear of intruders.

There should be.. three rooms? I don't care, one is enough already. A snug bed with comforter, Kevin lost under the pillows, fluffy rugs in front of the balcony door. A wardrobe for the clothes I choose not to wear.

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There are some things I wanted that I couldn't bring myself to actively work for. For so many reasons. I ended up hoping I will get it despite not going for it.

Hoping that what I wanted is exactly what God planned to give me, what He dictated the best for me.

After two.. yeah, two attempts at hanging this dream on the wall and hoping it will somehow come true, He turned me down.

It hurts. But hey. Life is a series of lie. It goes on.

Maybe to teach me to not want anything. Leave everything to Him. Just forget about this aspect of life and do whatever else I am in control of.

I can't kill this off. So maybe I should divert my attention back to a certain guitarist and... I don't know.

Time is Life

Hi. Has been a while since I last wrote something meaningful. I always write something somewhere but will then find something more pressing to do (like study or sleep or anything) and the writings will end up as drafts for dustbunny collection. Huh.

Quite a pity. Any day I will die and the last thing people remember of me was "the girl who wrote craps" haha. Not proud enough to present this as an achievement to God.

We're having our Obstetrics & Gynaecology End Round Exam on the coming Saturday and Sunday. And then will be a less than a month study leave before the final exams.

And then will be the end of fifth year.

And then will be the last summer holiday as a medical student.

And then will be the start of sixth year inshaAllah.

And then will be the summer a.k.a. study leave before the Mother of All Final Exams inshaAllah.

And then will be the Graduation inshaAllah.

And then will be the working as a doctor inshaAllah.

.... scary. Time in Egypt is running out. I have yet to achieve my niche as a Egypt graduate. I have yet to learn all I needed during this 6 years of learning period. Waa!

Allah, bless this remaining time. Please don't let me waste this life of mine. 

Mama, I love you.

O&G for me is the most frustrating subject. I can happily take out my Paeds book and restudy it for God knows how many times, but I can't digest this O&G more than once.

Frustrating. I understand this subject, the problem is that it won't stick in. And it's 59 days till the written exam and I'm..

I don't know. I'm a female but I don't feel any connection with this subject. In actual, this subject makes me cringe. It makes me worry of the state of whatever in me in general. But just because I don't like it doesn't mean I don't have to study it.

It was worst before and my focus refused to cooperate at one time. Until I was reminded that I have to study well to ensure the safety of the mothers of ummah and future jundullah.

Make sure the precious ladies of ummah are safe. Make sure I can pick out the impending complications. Make sure I don't screw up and both baby and mother are safe and sound and can continue to contribute to Islam.

Women are so complicatedly created. Please appreciate them more, they're already having a hard time handling their own self.

Allahu ghoyatuna. Go slow if I must, but I can't afford to ever stop.

STEP 2 - The Mascot

It wasn't exactly established that STEP last year's mascot was a giraffe, but everyone considered it as such because the emcee kept having giraffe in his pantuns. So this year, as an animal activist myself, I proposed to my committee's boss that we needed to establish a mascot since the beginning and use it in all elements of STEP 2.

Balqis the Gen 08 niece with last year's mascot. 

I was considering penguin, because penguins are handsome and Allah made them to be a mascot thus need no rationalization why they should be a mascot. Presented to my boss, he said "pelik-pelik la maskot pun nak ada".

Such response was not unexpected, but I was undeterred.

A few days later, Allah sent me an epiphany in the form of white pigeon as our mascot. My reasons were:
1- white pigeon is the universal symbol for peace and no-suffering
2- a symbol of hope between these two conflicting genders

and most importantly,
3- it is Protocol Committee's niche. Heh.

Originally we didn't plan on officially announcing it to the rest of the crew, just dictate that the pigeon is to be used in all designs without telling why, but muallimah asked openly about the mascot during meeting so someone had to answer. The crew's booming reaction was expected (given the third reason) and approval was granted.

Boss was peevish, though. He considered it was a sabotage on my part, but hey, he should have approved penguin while he had the chance. Kehkehkeh.

We then proceeded to use pigeon in the gimmick design and in every single pantun by the emcee. 

Three hours of hard labour with only an hour of sleep, and the only picture I have of it is blurred. I blame the Media Committee boss for distracting me hahah.

Haha. I had too much fun.

Countdown 68

68 days to final and we will be starting ours with Obs & Gynae Written Part 1. The pressure has started to get to us, study groups are mandated (they made me group leader. The first thing I did is name our Viber chatgroup as Study Group 5 Cemerlang) and challenges are being issued.

The race is on. Renew our intentions and ask for Allah's forgiveness. I look forward to winning and collecting my bragging rights May the best wins. Heh.

Dissecting STEP 2 - Prologue

Disclaimer: I promised beloved Fatimah Che Rahimi to share something from our last Friday's STEP 2 - When Mecca Meets Medina with Pak Utih. But truth be told, as one of the committee I spent my time between running around doing whatever God knows and slipping backstage to make sure the guys didn't screw up (okay this sounds so conceited, haha). The only time I was in the hall trying to listen to Pak Utih's talk, my mind was running ahead of me.

Regardless, I want to share something. So bear with me.

The Cool STEP 2 Clan

The first objective of STEP 2 was to enlighten the participants on the differences between guys and girls so as to be better prepared at dealing with the opposite gender.

This is important because whether you like it or not, the opposite gender is a part of your daily life. From your own family members to the people you work with and those patients of yours. If you don't know how they generally work, you'll end up baffled and to a greater extent, stressed and unable to come to terms with the verse that Allah said how He created us in different genders to complement each other.

Puhlease, I'm Not Getting Married Anytime Sooner

Last year's STEP, Dr. Harlina Haliza Siraj said there are three categories of male:
1- your family members
2- your brothers in Islam
3- that special someone
each with their own unique ways to deal with.

So don't limit your scope that When Mecca Meets Medina is all about knowing the opposite gender in order to better deal with when you're married. Heh. Yes you will probably get married one day insha Allah, but there's more to life than getting married. #BukanKahwinJeBest, iye dop? Haha.

I like to quote Dumbledore, "First you have to know, then understand, and only then there will be acceptance" or so he said to Harry at the end of The Fifth Harry Potter Book.

Understanding; Towards Efficiency

Understanding is important for efficiency, which according to Community Medicine means the capacity of proper utilization of the available resources to achieve the operational objective. Guys have their own strengths and limitations, so as girls. Understanding these will better help us measure our expectations and tailor our strategies accordingly.

Some may say I am manipulative, heh. But that's just another way to depict our isti'ab dakhili (What the heck is this, you ask? Go figure, haha!)

As the big sister, I can't boss John around the same way I boss Melle around. Melle will probably comply no matter how I exert my dictatorship but John will rebel just to make a statement. In the end, all I wanted was for John's all-rounded well-being but if my method is wrong, none of us will benefit.

(And I will lose. This is unacceptable because I like to win. Haha.)

Some Guys Can Shop, Some Girls Can Read Maps

Like medicine, there is a whole range of spectrum for a disease clinical picture on a patient. A diabetic patient may present with mild disturbance of vision or Random Blood Sugar above 300mg/dL and comatosed with diabetic ketoacidosis. And in life, just because I am a girl doesn't mean I hit like a girl. (It is amusing that guys and even girls have recently taken the habit of calling me "akhi/bro".. but I feel like hitting them all the same.)

Splitting people up into guys and girls doesn't mean they are equally categorized. (Or is this the right moment to throw you a fact that "there are three types of people on earth: Guys, girls and Hana"?) Stop for a moment and throw away the generalizing dimwitted "All guys/girls are the same" mentality.

Girls are generally better at being domestic, but I am not at par to the average of them. I know for fact that Abang Effy is better domesticated than I can ever be. On the other hand, you can depend on a guy to not get you lost but trust me when I say I am awesome at directions while some guys have directional dyslexia, haha.

Subhanallah, Allahu akbar! These distribution of attributes should open our eyes to appreciating individual traits and respect each person as his own unique self. John will always be John and James will always be James and Hana will always be Hana, and each of us can be a better us. I am forever thankful for my parents for treating us siblings differently according to our personalities.

Give No Excuses To Be Weak

"I'm a guy, I don't do multitasking."
"I'm a girl, I can't help that I say something but mean something else."

Let's live in harmony and not play the blame game. Generally knowing how each gender works, their strengths and limitations is not for laughing in amusement, and then that's it. It is not how good you are, it is how much better you are becoming. A Muslim is a better person than yesterday!

So use those knowledge to improve yourself. You know your own strengths now, so figure out how to use them for the sake of Islam and the betterment of ummah. You know your own limitations now, so figure out how to overcome them also for the sake of Islam and the betterment of ummah.

Guys can slowly start to be expected to multitask while girls can slowly start to mean what they say. Life is a journey of self-improvement. Hehe.

May Allah ease us in our path to become a better person solely to please Him. Allah ghoyatuna, right bros and siss?

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What are those gender differences? Well, that's for another post... maybe. See ya ;)