Purpose of Life

What a wonderful night in my kampong. Such a long time I didn’t feel it whole-heartedly. Hehe.. This is a nice part of being in my kampong, I feel so calm and peaceful (not within internet service..hehe).

A busy life at campus prevented me to be who I was before. My life was full of amusements since I was a kid. Sometimes I even forgot what this life was for.. Maybe it was too disgraceful for not knowing the purpose of life. 20 years passed by..

I was fortunate to know mine early. But how about others? 20 years was over and they didn’t really tell what they were doing for? 40 years were behind them and they were still confused what they were looking for? Oh, what a shame huh?

Being happy all times should make us ponder… Ponder a thing that many forget. It’s such a basic thing only.

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I think I want to start my English blog here. Do visit my malay blog, Epilog Siswa.

Greatest Rhetoric

Berita Harian reported:

“Impian Perdana Menteri 50 tahun nanti ialah Malaysia melahirkan pemenang hadiah Nobel, syarikat yang benar-benar global, dihormati dan memasarkan jenama terkenal, mempunyai penyair dan artis diiktiraf dunia, memiliki paten saintifik terbesar di dunia, ahli sukan terkemuka, malah skuad bola sepak terbaik di Asia.

Pelajar dan profesor negara ini pula akan menguasai universiti terkemuka dunia, manakala universiti tempatan akan menjadi pusat kecemerlangan untuk cendekiawan antarabangsa.

Kita akan menjadi perintis tenaga alternatif, lahir daripada kelebihan kita dalam biofuel. Bandar raya kita paling ceria dengan gabungan kemudahan kosmopolitan yang bertunjangkan masyarakat adil dan bertolak ansur”

 

This is the greatest and the most scary rhetoric I’ve ever heard.

And then where is the spiritual development, Pak Lah?

Oceans of Idea

I just happened to stumble across some great blogs. They are new to me even some are several years senior to me. Just take a look:

1) Merah Tinta MOS

2) Mahaguru58

3) Penarik Beca

4) Nuraina Samad

5) Pesanan

You know what, there are oceans of idea in this blogosphere. There you go, it’s getting somewhere even there’s a threat from government. I only hope that these ideas won’t fall into mere rhetoric. Hey, action speaks louder than talk, isn’t it?

The rot sets in when you talk longer than action. Now the fact is that khutbah gets longer than solah, right? Oh, don’t bother about people so-called pseudo-Liberal. You hate them, so do I. And I think it’s time to move on!

Hey, do read this short dialogue, I took it from Makan Nasik blog:

A 4-year-old son was eating an apple in the back seat of the car, when he asked, “Daddy, why is my apple turning brown?“

“Because,” his dad explained, “after you ate the skin off, the meat of the apple came into contact with the air, which caused it to oxidize, thus changing the molecular structure and turning it into a different color.”

There was a long silence. Then the boy asked, “Daddy, are you talking to me?”

You know what I mean. Yes, maybe we get some ideas but our style is too prosy and tedious and people don’t get what we understand.

p/s: My continuous chatter is nothing to do with blogs mentioned above.

Last Breath

From those around i hear a cry,
an awful soft a hopeless sigh,
i hear their footsteps leaving slow & then i know my
SOUL MUST FLY..

a chilly wind begins to blow within my soul from head to toe,
& then the last breath escapes my lips,
it’s time to leave & join my soul..

so it’s true but it’s too late,
they said each soul has it’s given date,
when it must leave its body’s core,
and meet with it’s eternal fate,

at last it’s come to,
HEAVEN OR HELL,
decide which now,
do not delay,
come on my brothers let us pray,
decide which now do not delay,

OH GOD!OH GOD!
i cannot see my eyes are blind,
am i still me?
or has my soul been led astray,
and forced to pay a priceless fee?

alas to dust we all return,
& shall rejoice while others burn,
if only i knew that before the line grew short & came my turn,

& now as beneath the soil,
they lay me with my record flawed,
they cry not knowing that i cried worse,
for they go home,
i face my God!

oh!mark the words that i do say,
who know tomorrow could be your day,
at last it’s come to,
HEAVEN OR HELL?
decide which now do not delay,
come on my brothers let us pray,
decide which now do not delay…

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Day-Dream

Time passed quick enough. I could still remember my mom often laughed at me for my cheekiness..

 

“Mak, saya nak jadi Gaban! Boleh tak, mak?”

 

Mom just laughed at me.

 

Yeah, it’s natural maybe.. When I saw someone heroic on TV, I wish I could be him. So powerfullaa.

 

“Anak mak nak jadi Suria Baja Hitam pulak ye? Yg mana sebenarnya ni?”

 

Sometimes I seemed to get confused who is stronger, whether Suria Baja Hitam or Gaban. I always imagined there would have some fights between them to make me clear who is better. But that’s not gonna happen. They lived in their own fantasy.. I couldn’t get them together in one story..

 

Yeah, they were just illusions n I quite admired them. What a silly act huh!

 

But it was childhood. Children never understand this. They just wanna be someone HEROIC, GORGEOUS n so on. That’s why they like to watch illusionary HEROES like Superman, Spiderman, Batman and even Keluangman..

 

But, parents seem to neglect it. Even though children never understand why n what is ROLE-MODEL, it is their nature: needing someone to be like..

 

If we taught them Superman is their idol, then they wanna fly away, it is not weird if we found out cases which involve children died in attempting to fly..
The same goes to Batman, Spiderman, Gaban, Suria Baja Hitam n so on.. They are just day-dreams!

 

So, there’s a big responsibility for parents to teach children to know who is their idol, their qudwah..

 

Yes, HERO of ALL TIMES, Muhammad SAW is the IDEAL PERSON who can fulfill one’s NATURE..

 

But how could our CHILDREN understand the way we teach them the person who does not exist on their own eyes?

 

Yes, parents should follow RASULULLAH’s path of life. So that they feel close to MUHAMMAD the PROPHET..

 

How’s that, PARENTS?

When Malay Hates Malay

Yesterday, I went to the computer center of campus after getting tired of slow internet connection at my room. What was interesting to me, there I befriended a Malay girl. A short simple meeting that led to our acquaintance.

The fair-haired girl at first asked me the password to log into the pc (which is 123). Starting there, she kept asking about me. Maybe she thought that I was being friendly to her. For sure, I answered all the questions even it was too personal.

Actually I was there to register subjects for next semester. The computer center was too crowded since all students were in their rush to get the exact section for their respective subjects, including me and that girl.

Time Constraint

Story 1

 

 

Recently, I got a call from my mom. Mom told me that, at kampong, there was a gossip about me. Many said that I was going to get married very soon. I definitely denied the rumour and I was still not ready yet to “memadukan” my mom. Hehe. But my mom eagerly asked me to find someone or else she would find it for me. Until now, I still didn’t answer that question due to its “difficulty”.

 

 

Story 2

 

 

Lately I couldn’t sleep well. I always faced a recurring nightmare. What is it all about? Gosh, I don’t know but it scares me a lot, as if I faced sakaratul maut. And I start to miss my in-the-far-distance roommate who always gives tazkirah about death early in the morning. I don’t know when he would come back. Oh Allah, please bless us in Islam.

 

 

Story 3

 

 

Minah’s story still shackles me. The gossip still keeps going on. I have no idea when it would be stopped. Or shall I stand before the crowd and declare there is nothing between me and Minah? When I came to class, there were always a variety of stories about me and Minah. I lost my concentration to kuliah. My results of previous tests proved that I needed myself back badly! Gosh, mulut tempayan boleh tutup, tapi tidak mulut manusia…

 

 

Story 4

 

 

My assignments flow in a steady stream even the semester is going to its end. I am under so much pressure. One of the assignments is as difficult as the Projek Sarjana Muda even I am still a second year student. It’s a challenge for me. But with a lot of other assignments, quizzes and tests, I don’t think that I can do the best but I will always try my best. Oh Allah, please give me Your Barakah in whatever I am doing!

 

 

Story 5

 

 

The final exam is around the corner and I still have a lot of things to cover. I found myself time-constrained a little bit. Three weeks left and I have to study five three-credit subjects. Once again, I am under pressure and need Barakah in whatever I am doing. I have to maintain three-CGPA this semester. Or else the situation is getting complicated in the left four semesters.

 

 

Story 6

 

 

Six days left for Mawlid. There is necessarily something hot about it. It does whip up the anger of people. Oh, please, enhance our salawat to Our Beloved Prophet Muhammad, than keeping tabdi’ing the Mawlid. You are with your own practices, and we are with ours. Keep welcoming the Mawlid walau karihal Wahhabiyyun.

 

 

Story 7

 

 

I always face people who want to argue me down but they always really don’t know about my subject of discussion. When I told the real subject or revealed the anomaly of their arguments, they said I was being provocative and they aroused the question of morality. What the heck is this all about? Don’t get my tempers flared. And don’t argue with this question: “Mana Hujah Kamu?”.

 

 

Story 8

 

 

My problem with Jemaah Kampus still mystifies me. Am I the one who is wrong? Oh, I won’t tell any further about this matter (sirr and hazar, hehe). But this thing is so confusing. I wish I could clear it very soon.

 

 

Story 9

 

 

This is the only entry I could publish in this constraint. May Allah help me encounter all the problems. May Allah bless my friend too who is in fatrah like me.

Liberalism Puts Me Off

“Muzakarah Jawatankuasa Fatwa (JKF) Majlis Kebangsaan Bagi Hal Ehwal Ugama Islam kali ke-74 bermula pada 25 hingga 27 Julai 2006 telah memutuskan bahawa aliran pemikiran Liberal (Liberalism) merupakan ajaran sesat yang menyeleweng daripada ajaran Syariat Islam. Antara penyelewengan tersebut ialah meragui ketulenan al-Quran, mempertikaikan kriteria dan akhlak kenabian, mempertikaikan hukum-hukum yang qat’ie dan menyamakan akal manusia dengan wahyu Ilahi.”

 

Source: JAKIM

 

 

This is just a clear statement about the deviation of Liberalism sect. I can still tasamuh with the way of Wahhabism but being tolerant of Libertarians is just a clear stupidity to me.

 

 

What makes them so LIBERAL? I just cannot see where the LIBERAL part of them is. Someone please tell me. Being relativistic? Akal is superior than wahyu? Everyone stands with their own understanding and no one can deny it? No real truth at all in this world? Being so free to do anything? World without law?

 

 

Oh, come on… Don’t be stupid laa. If you were so Liberal, why don’t you let people do whatever they agree with? Why indoctrinating people to follow your path? Why promoting what you believe in? Note that people ARE FREE TO DO ANYTHING, okay? So, what is so significant about your “manhaj”?

 

 

Opss, I think I am stopping here. Liberalism just puts me off.

 

 

p/s: Is that true Wahhabis have affiliated with Muslim Libertarians to fight with Traditionalists and Syiah Imamiyah? Or I just make a wild political analysis here? Oh, God… Please bless the ummah!!