"people in a glass house shouldn't throw stones."
A few days ago, I commented on an acquitance's facebook how sad it is that we have an influx of love-themed da'wah articles whereas the world has more pressing issues to discuss. (I still believe so.)
But anyway, the more I think about it; they're probably writing something less worthy for me but it might touch a lot of people outside there.
And the main important thing is THEY're DOING SOMETHING. Unlike me, who hasn't posted anything or write any new article for a certain newly-established-but-steadily-gaining-reputation website (koff koff).
It makes me feel uncomfortable to say something but not doing anything better. I feel like a whiner. La, one of my favourite quote is Action speaks louder than words!
Ya Al-Khaliq, don't let me be someone mentioned in your ayah: Ya ayyuhallazi na amanu, lima taqulu ma la taf 'alun?
So folks, let's re-learn to think before you speak. (Or type in this new technology era.) Be somebody who you want to live with forever.
pelangi and hujan
Friday, 17 February 2012
Saturday, 3 December 2011
Pendek III
Ambil pandangan dunia padamu itu dan lontarkan pada langit.
Kita musafir yang berkelana atau merayau atau meragau?
Penghujung kita antara langit tertinggi mahupun jurang api terdalam.
Continuum?
Kita musafir yang berkelana atau merayau atau meragau?
Penghujung kita antara langit tertinggi mahupun jurang api terdalam.
Continuum?
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rambles
Saturday, 26 November 2011
Pendek II
Buat suatu perbuatan jangan kerana ikut-ikut orang.
Contoh:
Beli SLR sebab semua orang ada SLR
Beli Iphone/Android sebab semua orang ada
Pose ala-ala model sebab semua orang buat bergaya
Join persatuan-persatuan sebab kawan-kawan anda join
Nak kahwin sebab kawan-kawan anda semua nak kahwin
Contoh:
Beli SLR sebab semua orang ada SLR
Beli Iphone/Android sebab semua orang ada
Pose ala-ala model sebab semua orang buat bergaya
Join persatuan-persatuan sebab kawan-kawan anda join
Nak kahwin sebab kawan-kawan anda semua nak kahwin
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rambles
Tuesday, 22 November 2011
Colorectal yo.
At the moment, I'm in a rotation under Colorectal Surgery in one of the main hospitals of Dublin. Since it takes 50 minutes by bus from my place, I have to be out early everyday and most of the days it means no breakfast for me. No ma'thurat jamaie as well. Not enough time to call my family as much as I would like to (my mum was like: "it seems that you're really busy this year"). And forever waiting for the bus.
But I do enjoy my rotation immensely, much better than I enjoy the lectures. (Lectures are a huge turn-off for medical degree seriously). When I get into the hospital, I keep falling in love with this road I've chosen. When you see the patients, you become addicted to them, wanting to know what ails them, what can be done for them, what they wanna say that they want people to listen to. Everyday when I look to the sky, and notice how the sun hasn't shined yet I prayed. I prayed to Allah to give His blessings for me for every second spent, for every drop of blood flowing through my veins, for every word I read and reread. And for every smile offered. And for everything. Truly being in the hospital makes you count your blessings. You'll realize how we human species are weak and have no absolute control in this life.
There are patients who never even smoke nor drink alcohol but still get rectal cancer. There are patients so young, younger than me but they have to undergo operation after operation to cut away they diseased part of colon, rectum, have to live with stoma bag for a long time, reconstruct pouches which in turn have other risks as well. And out there, healthy people waste their life away, wandering from one street to another, knocking down some pints. They thought they lived their lives. Some thought themselves pitiful and wallow in self-pity. Some just work like robots, not knowing who they are and what they should be doing in this world.
And the I step back, which one of them am I? I hope I'll be one of those who prostate before Allah, doing everything in this world just for Him.
Bahagia hidup bertuhan
[I did the Rectal examination twice, if any of you are wondering. The first one, when I pulled out my finger, the loose stool just spurted. Yeah.....I believe doctors are not meant to be s*** at all, seriously. Nothing can surprise us anymore.]
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rambles,
true story
Friday, 21 October 2011
The Game of LIFE
In The Name of Allah We Begin
Have you ever played video game? Have you ever been addicted to it? Like really addicted that you woke up in the middle of night, tip-toeing down the stairs, keeping your voices hushed, surrounded by the darkness, listening to the snores of everyone in the house, the rhythm of their breaths just so that you can play computer games until dawn without anybody nagging you?
Some people might have the experience, some might not, some didn't need to go to that extend to play video games because nobody cared to stop them. But everybody must have experienced the adrenaline rush from playing video game at least once. right?
A lot of people, when asked to stop playing games will answer: "But I gain something/learn something from the games!"
Its true though. I did learn a lot from playing games.
Take the Sims.
(a game which I had few times played for 7 hours straight yo)
If you do play the SIMS 2, your Sims now have Wants and Needs. The company was trying and is still trying to make your Sims as humanoid as possible. Like human, they have Wants and Needs. Cool, huh?
But a lot of times, their WANTS are really - illogical. Such as; wanting to change jobs after getting the highest spot in the current career path chosen. Or wanting to flirt with a pretty lady when the Sim is married to another Sim who's much prettier in my opinion and have the skills of a master chef. (I was like; what the heck man? are you blind? etc.) Then you begin to hate that particular Sims and decided to make new Sims instead whose story's more interesting than the previous one. Wash. Rinse. Repeat. Until you're bored and switched to WoW instead.
Aren't these Sims are similar to human? (albeit imperfect unlike us in creation)
A lot of times, our WANTS are so illogical. Sometimes, we even go against our fitrah just to fulfill our hawa. We turn our backs to Allah's order and have fun doing whatever He forbids us. And we expect Allah to give everything we wish for because we basically 'deserve' it. And we expect to get into Jannah on the ticket of 2 simple phrases
لا إله إلا الله محمد رسول الله
Aren't we a laughable species?
Imagine if you have a Sim just like yourself, would you actually want to keep the Sim in your SimVillage? or would you just create a better Sim and toss the old ones into the bin?
Dan Allah-lah yang Maha Kaya sedangkan kamulah orang-orang yang membutuhkan (Nya); dan jika kamu berpaling niscaya Dia akan mengganti (kamu) dengan kaum yang lain, dan mereka tidak akan seperti kamu (ini).
(Surah Muhammad, surah 47, ayat 38)
Tapi Allah tu sentiasa Ar-Rahman, Ar-Rahim. Manusia itu tidak dihukum terus tetapi diberi peluang untuk bertaubat. Malah berkali-kali. Sehingga manusia melampau-lampau dan lupa akan perjanjian yang dimateri sebelum lahir ke bumi. Sedikit sekali yang memilih jalan yang penuh duri itu. Wahal jalan yang luas itu diketahui membawa ke gaung penuh denga ular berbisa. namun hanya kerana jalan yang luas itu dihiasi pohon-pohon epal yang masak ranum maka kita melangkah senang, terlupa apa yang menanti di penghujungnya.
(ok, dah termixed English and Malay)
But life is not a game.
If it is a game, we can stop playing, save the slot then continue whenever we want. But in this life, there's no such thing as Pause, Save, Shut Down, Switch On, Reload. Life goes on. every single breaths we take. Every seconds ticking by. Life goes on until Izrail comes to us. Then every single thing we've done will come back to us in a flashback.
When I played the Sims, whenever I need to do something important such as making decision for career wild card, or planning on proposing the girl of my/ my Sim's dream, I'd save first so that if anything doesn't happen with my plan, I can reverse it back by replaying.
It happened so many times (during that time when I was so addicted to the SIMS) that I wish I can reverse whatever had occured just like in Sims. Or I don't need to save this day in my database.
But there's no reverse. There's no such thing as "Nope, I'm not going to save this session because everything I planned didn't happen well. I'm going to redo it again."
Every single thing we've done is recorded. Even when you're playing the games and let the time flies away.
Nothing can be reversed.
The life of this world is nothing but a game and a diversion. The abode of the hereafter-that is truly Life if they only knew. (Qur'an, 29:64)
Know that the life of this world is merely a game and a diversion and ostentation and a cause of boasting among yourselves and trying to outdo one another in wealth and children: like the plant-growth after rain which delights the cultivators, but then it withers and you see it turning yellow, and then it becomes broken stubble.In the hereafter there is terrible punishment but also forgiveness from Allah and His good pleasure. The life of this world is nothing but the enjoyment of delusion. (Qur'an, 57:20)
*ERP... I'm not writing this to say I learn a lot from playing the Sims so you girls/guys out there can go play now. I regretted spending my late nights with Sims instead of Qiamullail. What will I do when Allah asks me about those times? Arghh....*
This world had never been able to satisfies me. I'm off finding one that will give me serenity abadan abada.
Saturday, 8 October 2011
Bila awan mendung
Guruh berdentum
Bumi basah dihujani air langit
Maka kami duduk betinggung
Menunggu- menanti sang pelangi
Bagai pungguk rindukan sang bulan
Tak tergapai jari-jemari kami
Gebar lusuh cokelat kelabu
Masih menjadi teman setia
Aromanya sudah kami fahami
Seumur hidup sejengkal memori
Mata yang kuyu dikatup
Sehingga suatu saat
Bila mentari hati
Membara lagi.
Bumi basah dihujani air langit
Maka kami duduk betinggung
Menunggu- menanti sang pelangi
Bagai pungguk rindukan sang bulan
Tak tergapai jari-jemari kami
Gebar lusuh cokelat kelabu
Masih menjadi teman setia
Aromanya sudah kami fahami
Seumur hidup sejengkal memori
Mata yang kuyu dikatup
Sehingga suatu saat
Bila mentari hati
Membara lagi.
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