[Chronicle]: What Is Love

*A Fable About Definition of Love*


Peace yo!

My name is..Forget it. You wouldn't want to know either. Enough picturing me as the shortest and unpopular boy in the school. Nobody know me or bother themselves to know me, and I have no girls who giggling when they walked in front of me; because they didn't realize my existence. So, I literally spend my days in a boarding school in the southern state of my country under my Invincibility Cloak which I borrowed from harry Potter..Urghh..This is my problem.

When I talked with people, I started to relate emotions with nervous systems sending impulses to the hypothalamus and constantly talked about Einstein and physics theory during eating with them. Then, everybody would rolled their eyes, threw a polite smile and left me. And, I am all alone. Again. Except it happens all the time. I am just trying to show them how I see the world, but they didn't care. All they cared is a bunch of bashful girls winking at them or winning useless gold medals in sports events.

I don't care. I can live all by myself. Without companions. Without girlfriends. Without family. I am all fine here. I think.

You see, if we see something that attracts us, our brain will secrete high dose of endorphine which will fill our body with tingling sense of excitement. Adrenaline gushed in the body, make the heart pump faster and our pupils dilate. This will lead to extreme nervous and stammering to some people. That is what I feel when I see her. Yes, her. 

Easily said, she was an angel with beautiful brown eyes. And, she is shorter than me which is good as nowadays all the girls are rocketing high. On top of the list, she is a very shyful person which is a bit like me, the most shyful lad in the school, or abandoned. Whatever. Aside from that, she loves Vochelle chocolate, love English love novels and she mended her headscarf every 5 minutes. Yes, I am very good in spying.

One day, I saw her in the corridor. It was just after the recess and the corridor are packed with people. Immediately, my heart paced like a wild horse, my palms are sweating and my legs turned jelly. I took a deep breath, lift my head and skinny chest up and walked. Out of the blue, she bumped into a group of massive boys who seem didn't mind to bump into girls and touch here and there for an instant.Idiots. And, her books and paper were scattered in the floor. People resumed their walk and I knew this was my chance. Huurah!

When I helped her, it seemed to me that time stood still, and the Soul of the World surged within me. When I looked into her actually dark brown eyes, and saw that her lips poised between a laugh and silence, I learned that all the world spoke-the language that everyone on earth was capable of understanding in their heart. It was love. Something older than humanity, more ancient than the world.

Something that exerted the same force whenever two pairs of eyes met, as had ours here at the corridor. She smiled, and that was what I was waiting.

It was school holiday. For the first time in my life, my holiday was not in the library but in my room, chatting with her. I started our conversation three times a day, precisely on 9.00 am, 2.00 pm and 10.00 pm. I would ask her anything that crossed in my mind, do you like rabbits? What is the difference between bawal and akel headscarf?

And, there were also embarrassing pickup lines I learned online. I want to impress her and show her that I too can play with words. I said to her that I want to be a thief. And she replied with "Ouh". I waited for any surprised reaction or something like that, but it was not there. So, I continued my typing with shaky hands; "So I can steal your heart". She didn't reply. I drank few mugs of coffee waiting for any reply but nope, she didn't reply. Worst pickup line ever. I was thinking to sue that web. Sigh.

Time flew and she seemed to not took interest in our conversations. It took 5 minutes for her to reply my inquiries and the replies were strangely short. I read in the Web (again) that if women did not act crazy or reply late during conversations, it clearly indicates that she did not take interest in you. But, I shrugged the facts off and pray for miracles. Maybe, what I need is a proof. Yes, a proof! A sound proof that I loved her and I will do anything for her!!

Months were spent and I starved to save money for a special gift I will give her. My grades are horrible and I flunked in my exams. I can't focus in my study as when I read History textbook, it seemed that her name appeared in every page. When I was eating, her face was in the yolk of the egg. Yupp, I was drunk in love. Confirmed.

I sent her poems of love in colourful papers. Every time we came across in the corridor, she would looked down and walked fast. I was puzzled but a friend of mine assured me that she was responding of my love call. She never replied any of my writings and again I took it as a sign of acceptance by her.

When the holidays dawned, I worked as a barista in the city. My shift was 12 hours daily, and I took no leaves. Sometimes, I would work overtime for an exhausting shift of 17 hours. By the end of the month, I collected enough money in my coffer to buy her a gold ring. My heart fluttered. I imagined her happy face, her dark brown eyes misted b tears of approval and gratitude to me. She is mine now.

She reply my invitation for a day out in the city with the usual reply, but this time with a doubt tone; "Ermm..okay?". We promised to see each other in a bench in the park. The time set was 9.00 am in the weekends.

I spent the last of my coffers by buying a designer's outfit. I never wore flashy outfits before as my family were poor, but I wanted to look the best in this day. I walked with confidence into my destination of happiness.

I took a bus to the city, and headed to the only exclusive florist in the city. They can make plastics engraving of your lover's name plus a bouquet of fresh flowers, you know. It cost me a leg but I know, love is a sacrifice. Then, I resumed my journey by walking in the bustling street of the city.

I was walking in a lonely alley, as a shortcut when I saw a dirty figure by the large garbage container. I walked faster as whatever the figure was, I don't know and I don't want to know. But, I accidentally kicked a can and the whole lonely alley echoed with the noise. The figure moved and a snot covered women lifted her head. Her condition was pathetic and her eyes were dreadfully red due to tears. I gulped and quickened my pace. Just when I was about to pass her, she extended a dirty hand and grabbed me by the belt. I was jolted by the touch and retaliate spontaneously by shoving the hand away with force. The women fall back to the ground. She weeped.


"Do you see my boy? My sad little boy? Her daddy was short of money to buy cracks and took him away from me? Do you see him? Do you SEE HIM?"

She jumped again towards me trying to grab me by the necktie, but her dirty hands stained my new shirt instead. I yelped in annoyance.

"No one know about your son, crazy lady! I don;t give a damn about you forsaken family and the drug addict husband of yours!!". I cursed and left the place immediately. I peeked to my watch and time is slipping away. I might be late. I ran to the park. I don't care about my dirty and wet shirt. All I cared is her. If this feeling of us is true, then she would still accept me.

But, when I reached the park ontime, she was there. But with someone else. With a rugby player who bumped into her in the corridor. No, it can't be. I was the one who helped her and that jerk is the one who caused difficulties to her My vision was shrouded with tears and the sky is crying with me too. The rugby player looked into the sky and smiled triumphantly. He bought a small sized umbrella in the nearby vendor and offered her company. What's more, he extended his massive arms and wrapped around her body as to shield her from the heavy rain. And, their eyes met. Like any Korean dramas, they froze and gazing to each other eyes for a long time. Longer than me gazing into her eyes. It is over. My life is over.

I was at the rooftop of a building, weeping for my fate. I sacrificed everything, my time, my grades and my pride. And, it was all for nothing!!! I punched the hard cement floor until my palms cracked open and the pool of water turns read. It was raining cats and dog and I was thinking to end my life. All this time, I fough for love. Now, it was gone. So did my life.

"What are you doing?". A hoarse voice hooted from  my back.

"If you are another damned homeless seeking to spoil my day, please leave!!"

"You are not thinking to end your life, isn't it?"

I was driven by rage and turned. I will kill this guy! I charged to him, but with a single movement, he grabbed my chin and my body froze. His electric blue eyes scanned my sorry face..

'So young. But, already spoiled by so-called love. You are weak and young, you did not anything about love, boy". And he released his grip. All hell broke loose and I fall to my knees.

"What is love, boy? Hmm?". I don't care.

"You should know. Or else, you will be spending your life to be turned down like this".

"Then what should I do! I give everything to her!! And, she just walked away!!"

"That is not love boy. That is obsession. You follow blindly and close all your senses to it. Your "love" now evolved into obsession and no one liked an obsessed cum psychotic man"

I weep.

"Don't weep like a girl. If you want to know the true meaning of love, you should find it at "the damned homeless". That is the purest form of love. A pure love clean from sensual feelings and innecessary sacrifices. A love from a mother to her child require no cost and that is true love. Tell me how much you lose in winning this girl's heart?"

"Feelings that binded by worth of faces and gold are obselete. When you were old and wrinkled, that feelings will just faded away. When the economics failed, and you are now a beggar she would walked away from you." Now, I lifted my face to see him.

He has a very majestic beard, snowy white in colour. His piercing electric blue eyes were very ancient. He dressed in robes like the old philsophers and sages of ancient times.

"True love did not need conditions. You love somebody not on the condition she must love you back".

That sounds familiar.

He barked in laughter. "Sounds familiar, eh. I quoted it from Mohabbatein. Such a splendid movie it is, put aside the dancing and kissing part."

"Now, you must rise. Soon or later, love will come. But, life must move on.". He winked and walked away.

"Sir, what is your name?" I said.

"My name? I already forgotten my true name. But, people called me Mamluk Aiedail. Aidil Shah al-Ajami, the Morning Star."

I was stunned. Then, he walked ut of sight. I felt like I just awake from a long slumber. My encounter with that mysterious mind was boggling, as my pseudonym is, Mamluk Qayser.

My life has just started. I felt like an adventure is coming and I will met this guy again.

[Motivation]: Dreams. Possibility. Love. Defeats. Fear

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim..Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh..:)

Believe it or not, most people are inches away from their dreams. Too near. But they gave up. Everyone has dreams and it doesn't have to be logical or must physical-based. I am a dwarf but I have a giant's dream. I seek adventure, so I am worthy to be called as a men and from then I will promote peace and wisdom to the world. Sound impossible, right? But, there is no one has the right to say that your dreams are rubbish.

Still, even staunch in my dreams, I have ups and downs. Sometimes I am very spirited, on the cloud nine but sometimes my emotions are at the bottom of the Earth with Titanic shipwreck. I seek inspiration. Then, according to Allah's supreme and complete design, I came across with a book entitled "The Alchemist". The paperback cover illustrated a pyramid background with a silver caption; "A Fable Following Your Dreams". Without further delay, I bought the book.

Is it wrong for us to learn from a non-Muslim? I believe no. Inspiration is something very hard to find in Muslim literature nowadays. In Malaysia, you can see heaps of romance and erotic novels that portrays the charming of a men and the striking women that did not exist at all in real world! Those complete figures in the novel planted severe false image inside youngster's mind. They seek their own perfect Prince Charming and Cinderella, which never exists. Many failed to understand this, and life is a black void for them. Pathetic.

Paulo Coelho's introduction-the author of the book-gives us a useful hint why most of humans quit in pursuing their dreams. Word written in Italics are taken wholly from the text, in normal font is my own elaboration. 

What is a personal calling? It is a God's blessing, it is the path that God chose for you here on Earth. Whenever we do something that fillls with enthusiasm, we are following or legend. However, we don't all have the courage to confront our own dream. Why?

There are four obstacles. 

First, we are told from childhood onwards that everything er want to do is impossible. We grow up with this idea, and as the years accumulate, so too do the layers of prejudice, fear and guilt. There comes a time when our personal calling is so deeply buried in our soul as to be invincible. But, it is still there.

Sound familiar? The world nowadays are so clinged into rationality and logic until finally they become normal. Eat, drink, reproduce and die. That's all. Is this why Allah created us? To be ordinary? Out of millions sperms (sorry), He destined that you are the chosen one to live in this world, just to be ordinary? Come on, Allah send us in this world to be extraordinary, to be SPECIAL.

Whether you are short, tall, handsome, ugly, smart, dim, don't care about this. Adjectives is relative, it is not absolute. When people say you are ugly, maybe in another eyes you are handsome and dashing. The pessimism of the world keep pulling us down. A few words, actually pulling us down. And, we do nothing just agree to a pessimist's narrowed view and let yourself to be ordinary. Pessimism is the new religion in the world. And, it is destroying mankind.

If we have the courage to disinter our dream, we are then faced by the second obstacle: love. We know what we want to do, but are afraid of hurting those around us by abandoning everything in order to pursue our dream. We do not realize that love is just a further impetus, a stimulus, not something that will prevent us going forward, and that those who genuinely wish us well want us to be happy and are prepared to accompany us on that journey.

Many people came to me and complaint, "I love him, but he did not love me". "Thinking of him/her, makes me unrest and unporductive". Dear brother and sister, that is not LOVE. That is obsession. Love is a sacred things that bind our parents together and produce a jewel of the world which is YOU.

Love is a beacon. When you are struck by a hurricane in the sea of live, that beacon will keep you alive and rejuvenated. And, love is not just a romantic relationship between two different gender. Love includes our feelings toward our parents, friends, society, the poor and disabled and to the world. Why, when a popular man did not even stare at you then you feel like the whole world has forsaken you? Why, my brothers and sisters?

I found my strength through love. A mentor of mine, Brother Shahrul Hafiz instilled a very loving figure to me that I too gained my strength  through visions of love and hope. When I was down, I wrote the names of my future sons; Sidi Umar Mukhtar, Sidi Shah Zaidani. They will exist or not, it is a second matter, as all of us do not know about the future. But, please fight for it. Fight for a brighter future.

Once we have accepted that love is a stimulus, we come up against the third obstacle; fear of the defense we will meet in the path. We who fight for our dream suffer far more when it doesn't work out, because we cannot fall back on the old excuse, "Oh, well, I did not really want it anyway". We do want it and know that we have staked everything on it  and that the path of the personal calling is no easier than any other path, except that our whole heart is in the journey.

Then we warriors of light must be prepared to have patience in difficult times and to know that the Universe is conspiring in our favor, even tough we may not understand how.

Do you want to know a secret? The secret is Allah is not deaf. He is All-Hearing but He really wants to make sure if you are worthy for your prayers to be granted. Some people they get anything easily, did not appreciate it and they were backlashed. Destroyed. Condemned. Such the likes of Pharaoh. Qarun and Nimrod.

If you have prayed, and it seemed to be ungranted, patience. Nova Roma is not built in a day. Your life, also is not ended in SPM, your love story or any failures in your life. 

I ask myself: are defeats necessary? well, necessary or not, they happen. When we first begin fighting for our dream, we have no experience and make many mistakes. The secret of life, though, is to fall 7 times and to get up 8 times.

So, why it is so important to live our personal calling if we are only going to suffer more than other people? Because once we have overcome the defers-and we always do- we are filled with a greater sense of euphoria and confidence. In the silence of our hearts, we know that we are proving ourselves worthy of the miracle of life. 

Having disinterred our dream, having used the power of love to nurture ut and spent many years living with the scars, we suddenly notice that we always wanted is there, waiting for us, perhaps the next day. Then comes the fourth obstacle; the fear of realizing the dream for which we have been fighting all our lives.

Oscar Wilde said, "Each man kills he thing he love". And it is true.

The mere possibility of getting what we want fills the soul of the ordinary person with guilt. We look around at all those who have failed to get what they want and feel that we do not deserve to get what we want either. We forget about all all the obstacles we overcame, all the suffering we endured, all the things we had to give up in order to get this far.

This is the path towards realizing your dream.

Heeding the call to dreams.

Everything seemed impossible. But, you endured.

Then, love came. It confused you, seduced you with its beauty and charming. BUt, you know what true love means.

As you progressed through you path, you meet with defeats. You lose your loved ones, your belongings and trust. But, you know that's how Allah do His work. By, giving his believer trials and tribulations so they will be a stronger man.

You have reached your destination. You started to feel cozy, drunk in its indulgences. You started to forget and commit grave. Then, everything seemed to playback.

You suffer more and more defeats. It became unbearable.

More love and seduction came. You are desperate in the struggle, accepts all the lavicious smile that you considered id "love". No, it is not love. They are snakes.

Everything seemed impossible now.

You are at the bottom of the world. You read back the words above and all is left is, regret.

This is destiny of a human if he forgets his creator. Beware, that all of us is from Allah and to Allah we will return..:)

[Ntah bawah kategori ape]: Momento..

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim..Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh..

*note: Gelaran Wan digunakan untuk Nenek di Negeri Sembilan.

Along masih ingat, ayah dengan ibu cerita yang perkara pertama Wan cakap bila Dr Jemilah Mahmood (Pengerusi PEACE) sambut Along ialah, "Masya-Allah, besarnya kaki baby ini. Mesti jadi orang besar nanti!!". Tapi, bila Along membesar..tapak kaki Amir Khalis lebih besar sebab itu beliau sangat berkarisma dari Along..

Along masih ingat apabila tiap-tiap kali kita balik kampung, Wan akan belikan Along satu komik Doraemon. Wan tak suka tengok Along termenung dan melagha semasa di atas bas. Wan tak reti baca Rumi dan selalu tanya "Siapa Doraemon?". Along akan jawab, "Hahaha..Dia kucing botak". Minat Along terhadap Doraemon sebati dengan diri Along sebab itu rambut Along pun botak. Macam Doraemon.

Along masih ingat Along selalu tanya kenapa Wan ada tiga baju saja. Baju tulis Pangkor Island, baju hitam dan baju biru. Kenapa Wan tak minta anak-anak Wan belikan baju untuk Wan? Wan kata, "Takpa, Wan tak nak sesiapapun gaduh-gaduh lepas Wan meninggal".

Along masih ingat rumah Wan besar..Tiga tingkat, Along selalu nampak hantu kat rumah Wan. Sebab itu, Wan beri Along tidur sebelah Wan. Tapi, tetap Along tidak boleh tidur.Macam ada sahaja lembaga putih berdiri di penjuru bilik. Jadi, Along akan tanya macam-macam soalan supaya Wan jawab dan hilang takut Along itu.

"Bintang itu apa?"

"Macam mana alam ini terjadi?"

"Kenapa ada orang pendek, ada orang tinggi".

Wan akan menjawab perlahan, "Tidak tahu". Wan sudah mengantuk. Tapi, hantu tu tak nak gerak dari penjuru bilik. Along takut. Wan pun belai rambut Along. Inilah yang Along nak. Tangan Wan akan halang hantu itu dari dekat dengan Along.

Along masih ingat Wan bayar pak cik teksi untuk hantar Along ke sekolah. RM 25 sehari. Wan tak habis duit ke? "Ada, Wan ada duit," Wan jawab. 

Along tengok Wan bayar Uncle Van RM100 untuk hantar Along ke tuisyen. Duit Wan tak habis ke? "Tak, takkan hais unutk Along".

Along tengok Wan bayar Teacher Ong untuk tuisyen Along. Teacher Ong baik, beliau kata telinga besar Along "bawa ong". Teacher Ong beri diskaun. Duit Wan tidak habis ke? "Ada lagi". Wan senyum.

Along selalu dapat nombor semasa peperiksaan. Wan akan masak pulut kuning dan jem durian. Along tak suka makan durian, tapi jem durian Wan memang terbaik. Along tanya kepada Wan kenapa kita tak makan KFC, McDonald's macam orang lain? Wan diam, kemudian Wan kata pulut kuning buat Along semakin handsome. Wan, apabila Along dah besar, perkara itu macam tak benar je. Tapi, Along sekarang faham kenapa Wan kata sedemikian. Along harap Along tidak pernah tanya.

Along selalu buat Wan nangis. Wan tidak cukup duit nak beli buku di Pasar Cina Taman Saraya. Wan lumpuh separuh badan, jadi Along yang tolong bawakan dompet Wan. Along marah, Along tinggalkan Wan macam tu ja. Along menyorok di gerai ikan masin. Bila Along dah puas, Along pergi jumpa Wan balik. Wan nangis. Muka Wan merah. Wan guna tudung lusuh Wan untuk lap air mata Wan. Akhirnya, Wan beli juga buku Along. Tapi, kenapa Wan tak nak borak dengan Along?

Masa dapat result UPSR, Along dapat 5A. Along berlari dengan badan Along yang gendut itu ke arah Wan. Along tunjuk slip itu pada Wan. Kenapa Wan nangis? Bukan ini ke yang Wan nak? Along akan duduk asrama, Along takkan minta Wan bayar tuisyen dan duit pada Uncle Van. Along tidak akan susahkan Wan lagi. Kenapa Wan menangis?

Semasa Along dah masuk Tingkatan, Along dah jadi kurus. Wan selalu tanya, kenapa tak makan? Along diam. Dulu Along banyak tanya Wan, sekarang Wan pula yang selalu tanya. Dulu Along selalu jumpa Wan, sekarang jumpa kadang-kadang saja.

Wan kata, rumah Wan sunyi. Tiada sesiapa. Wan kemas rumah kemudian Wan tidur. Esok pun sama. Wan tiada orang nak diajak berborak. Wan tiada orang hendak diajak ke pasar. Along senyap.

Wan kata, nanti bila Along dah ada anak, bawalah ke rumah Wan. Wan akan jaga mereka macam Wan jaga Along.

Wan kata, nanti bila Along dah berjaya jangan lupa lawat Wan.

Apa yang Wan kata, semua jadi benar. Along dapat 5A, masuk asrama. Semua terjadi. Tapi, sayangnya Along tak dapat bawa anak-anak Along jumpa Wan. Along pun tidak dapat lawat Wan ke rumah. Kerana sudah tiada sesiapa ada di rumah dah. Wan tak tinggal sana lagi...

Kini, Along dah dapat keputusan SPM. Ironinya, Wan pun dah beritahu Along pasal ini.

Tapak kaki yang besar, pulut kuning yang membuatkan Along handsome mungkin tidak benar, tetapi cerita-cerita itu yang membentuk Along sehingga jadi seperti hari ini..

Semoga Wan aman damai di rumah baru Wan. Eh, lupa pulak. Ada lagi satu Wan janji, tapi Wan tak buat.

Wan kata Wan nak datang masa ambil result SPM macam UPSR, tapi Along datang seorang diri saja ke sekolah. Tidak mengapa, Wan tidak pernah tinggalkan Along... Wan sentiasa hidup di dalam diri Along.

Al-Fatihah ke atas Hajah Fadillah binti Mahat.

*Kalau anda perasan, gambar-gambar di entri ini menunjukkan waktu pagi, tengah hari dan akhirnya malam. Hari mempunyai kitaran. Sama juga seperti kita. Pasti, akan kembali ke permulaan kita, iaitu tiada. Malam yang dipenuhi bayangan beliau di dalam mimpi membuatkan ambo terfikir, bila pula giliran ambo ke rumah Wan? :)

[Motivasi]: For B31..:)

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim..Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh..

Ambo bukannya pandai sangat pun. Apatah lagi nak mengarang sebuah blog post. Tetapi, disebabkan ada yang meminta, dan agama kita ini menyuruh kepada memberikan nasihat, maka ambo tulis juga dehh..Ambo tahu ambo tidak layak untuk menulis dan beri nasihat bagai, tapi ini seikhlas hati ambo untuk membantu kalian agar kesilapan sama tidak berulang lagi.

Jadi, boleh tak ambo tolong anda walau sedikit? :D

About Time Management

Masa 24 jam. Korang kene terima hakikat tu. Orang kaya, miskin, genius dan manusia lain semuanya berkongsikan masa sebanyak 24 jam. Maka jangan jadikan alasan "tak cukup masa". Ada beberapa tips tentang penjagaan masa..:)

Bangun sebelum azan. Lagi awal, lagi bagus. Tahajjud sampai dahi lebam lagi molek. bangun awal akan memberikan winner psychology. Psikologi ni penting sebab memberikan impresi bahawa kitalah pemenang pada hariitu sebab kita orang pertama yang menatap langit dan meghirup udara pagi SAMURA yang nyaman tuu..Feeling great is the most vital part in the start of our day..Kalau bangun lambat, kene penampor (eh? haha), kelam kabut, serabut otak..Dan keserabutan otak itu berpanjangan sepanjang hari.

Solat berjemaah. Bukan setakat untuk mengelakkan KN mengamuk, tetapi solat berjemaah juga penting sebab ia menyelaraskan ketepatan masa. Jika kita mengejar saf pertama, maka pergerakan ke solat jadi cepat. Dan, solat yang baik akan melahirkan akhlak yang baik walaupun dah habis solat. Maknanya, kalau kite cermat, tepati masa semasa solat..Luar solat pun akan jadi tepat juga.

Homework dan belajar. Pening kan macam mana nak bahagi..:D Sejujurnya, ambo kata waktu prep ambo abiskan untuk homework sahaja. Sebab berkat cikgu itu lebih utama. Belajar or revision amat sesuai masa Sabtu Ahad masa waktu pagi kalau tiada kelas..Pagi2 selepas Subuh, pergi kelas, bawa Nescafe panas, then buka buku..Perghh, nikmat belajar..:)

About Love

Ini masalah utama sekolah camput. Miang naik tak kena masa. Kita tak nak pun senanya, tapi miang keladi tu tetap naik..Huahua..Benda ini fitrah, ambo pun rase benda sama. Lebih stres, beliau sama kelas dengan ambo. So, ambo akan muhasabah diri balik 2,3,4 kadang-kadang 10 kali muhasabah untuk tenangkan diri ambo.

"Bila aku cemerlang SPM, baru sedap nak jumpa mak ayah dia minang"
"Kalau aku tak fokus belajar, macam mana aku nak fokus untuk dia"
"Mak ayah aku kekasih pertama dan selama-lamanya untuk aku. Berjuang untuk mereka dahulu"

Benda ini ambo akan mainkan di fikiran supaya tak melayang jiwa. Saborr dehh..Banyakkan berpuasa.

About Amalan-amalan Sunat

Di SAMURA, ambo belajar erti Solat Berjemaah, Puasa Sunat dan Dhuha. Alhamdulillah, sepanjang 2 tahun di SAMURA, ambo tidak pernah tinggal solat berjemaah dan puasa sunat Isnin dan Khamis. Berpuasa memberikan fokus kepada ambo sebab tak payah nak pikir pasal makan..Yela, duit pun takde..

Solat sunat Dhuha ini memang mujarab baq hang..banyak kali di SAMURA ada hajat, ambo solat Dhuha, dapat direct..Ada sekali masatu, takde duit..Sebab ambo 50 ringgit satu bulan. Lapar sungguh (tak sarapan) kendian solat Dhuha..Kendian, datanglah ramai2 kawan offer makan. Kalau Allah kabulkan hajat ambo hendak makan, maka tak mustahil Allah nak kabulkan doa untuk berjaya ketika SPM..:)

About Disappointment

Belajar di SAMURA memang agak pressure sebab banyak aktiviti dan ramai gile budak-budak yang genius lagi gifted. Jangan biarkan ini semua kacau prestasi korang.

Untuk teruskan fokus, korang kene ada inspirasi. Why do you study? Sebab kawan-kawan lain gempak? Tak, itu akan buat korang stres aja..Korang mesti ada vision, why do I study? In times of dark and pain, your vision will keep you back in the road..

Lap air mata dan teruskan perjuangan. Jangan sesekali berputus asa. Ingat mak ayah. Letak gambar diorang kat atas meja. Sesiapa yang lawat meja aku, korang akan nampak quotes, gambar2 (ada sampah sikit). Sebab bila aku kecewa, aku tunduk pandang meja aku..Aku nampak benda yang beri inspirasi, so aku akan angkat balik kepala aku dengan semangat yang baru..Ecehh

About Teachers

Setakat ini, korang akan mendapati nothing special about me. Yuppp, I have no secrets. Tapi, aku rasa punca utama aku boleh dapat keputusan sebegini sebab cikgu-cikgu.

Cikgu-cikgu ini punca rahmat. Mereka mengajar rahmat. Mereka ketawa rahmat. Mereka cubit itu rahmat. Mereka marah pun sebenarnya rahmat. Tolong diorang walaupun untuk benda-benda kecil. kalau perna cakap kat belakang diorang tu memang Nauzubillah, pergi minta ampun daripada diorang..

Bagi aku, bila cikgu-cikgu mengajar, ada eye contact ngan aku, aku happy sangat..sebab pandangan mata tu satu rahmat sebab dia fokus kat kita. Sebab itu, rebutlah tempat di hadapan. Ambo duduk hadapan sebab aku pendek, tapi still kena cari tempat yang dekat dengan cikgu.

Jangan merungut. Jangan maki. Jangan tarik muka. Cikgu itu mak ayah kita di sekolah. Derhaka pada cikgu=Derhaka pada ibu bapa.

About Excelling in Subjects

Approach aku dalam semua subject berbeza-beza. jangan beri alasan kita tak minat pada subject tertentu, sebab semua subject itu sebenarnya besangkut paut dengan hidup kita juga..

Bahasa Melayu: Ambo akan fokus pada karangan panjang. Ambo selesa dengan karangan skop antarabangsa dan fakta. Sebab bila pilih soalan ini, karangan akan nampak lebih matang. Dalam Bahasa Melayu, kematangan penulisan merupakan elemen yang sangat penting. Memilih karangan jenis sastera akan mendedahkan tahap pemikiran anda. Kalau plot tak beberapa kompleks dan cliche, markah susah nak tinggi.

Tapi, kalau karangan jenis fakta, fakta boleh hantam, tokoh pun boleh reka..Bila letak data, statistik, nama tokoh, jabatan-jabatan, ini memberikan impresi bahawa kita seorang yang matang dan dewasa..:)

Bahasa Inggeris: First step, jumpa private dengan cikgu dan minta explaination A sampai Z tentang grammar. Kalau grammar OK, walaupun plot tak kompleks, still ada peluang utnuk meraih marakah tinggi. Jadi mantapkan grammar dahulu.

Then, bila dah OK grammar, try baca novel-novel pendek BI yang memberi inspirasi. Ambo cadangkan anda membaca buku-buku karangan Mitch Albom. bahasanya mudah tetapi cerita dalam tu memang leleh. Di dalam BI, buat cerita yang memberi inspirasi dan sedih ataupun tentang cinta, in sha Allah markah gempak

Cerita yang ambo tulis semasa SPM ialah tentang seorang ayah yang tak peduikan anaknya setelah isterinya meninggal. Satu hari, anaknya didiagnoskan dengan kanser dan akan mati. Ayahnya bermimpi bahawa terdapat satu batu yang akan menyelamatkan anaknya. Maka, dia dan anaknya pun mengembara. Mereka meluangkan masa setelah selama ini ayahnya sibuk. Ayahnya pun semakin ambil berat dengan anaknya.

Bila mereka tiba di gua tempat batu itu diletakkan, anaknya semakin tenat. Ketika hampir sampai, anaknya itu sudah nazak dan meminta ayahnya letakkan dia.

"Why? We almost there!"

His son said with his eyes flickered, his chest moved up and down vigorously. "Father, I don't need more time. I just want more time with you. That's all I want and finally we spent time together in this adventure. I am happy with that"

Kendian, anaknya meninggal. Sedihlah jugak kan? Ahaha

Matematik dan Add Maths: Ambo seorang yang busy (rasenyelah). Ambo sempat belajar masa waktu prep je..Maknanya 3 jam sehari dek jadual yang sangat padat. Tetapi, tiap-tiap kali nak start prep, ambo akan buat practice Maths and Add Maths selama 30 minit. Tiap-tiap hari. Tiap-tiap waktu. Practice makes perfect. yang penting, jangan bila tak dapat jawapan, putus asa. Tanyalah kawan dehh..:)

Sejarah : Korang jangan sesekali mengeluh semasa subjek Sejarah kerana Sejarah merupakan subjek paling senang nak score. Korang duduk semasa kelas, tasmi' dengan cikgu, dengar cakap cikgu dan buat periksa dengan penuh yakin. And, you will get your A plus. Terlupa setelah hafal? Maknanya, kena betulkan niat, bukan sebab takut cikgu tapi kenalah kerana Allah dan nak gembirakan hati cikgu.

Manusia semua sama. Kau dengan aku takde bende yang berbeza dehh..

Subjek elektif Sains: Tips ambo satu sahaja, score Paper 1. Mase jawab Bio, semasa SPM, paper 2 ngan 3, memang hancur wa kata sama lu..First time dalam hidup, nak menangis dalam dewan. Tapi, Biology Paper1 ambo slaah 1..Alhamdulillah, dapat A plus.

Maka, belilah buku bank soalan tu dan jawab sampai habis. Then, check jawapan..Bila dah jawab banyak soalan, korang akan berada dalam autopilot. Sangat penting untuk score Paper 1 sebab paper ini first kan. kalau paper 1 dah down, susah nak naikkkan momentum untuk Paper seterusnya..

Okay, so bila dah nak habis post ini pun, korang mesti rasa yang takde tips2 yang menarik pun..Ambo bukan gifted, seriously. Ambo bergelut dengan tugas, expectations, masalah orang tak puas hati dan macam-macam lagi. So, jelaslah bahawa kunci kejayaan itu terletak kepada berkat.

Berkat kita hormat cikgu, cikgu doakan kita, paham pun senang..
Berkat kita jaga agama, Allah pegang kita, Dunia is yours, bro..
Berkat kita memimpin sedaya upaya kita, Allah pimpin kita,
Berkat kita ketepikan perasaan cinta cintun, Allah beri cinta lebih besar dari kita,
Berkat hargai masa, Allah lapangkan untuk kita..

Berkat, berkat, berkat.

p.s: Kalau ada apa-apa soalan spesifik nak tanya, boleh tanya di Ask. fm..:D Maaf jika ada kekurangan..

Pesanan Ambo kepada B31:

Pelajari kesilapan kami. Ampunilah kami. Terus melonjak ke angkasa!!! Wassalam

[Tazkirah]: 13 Perkara Yang Wanita Perlu Jaga

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim..Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh..:)

Ambo lihat, ramai rakan-rakan suka cakap pasal cinta. Cinta, cinta, dan cinta sampai muntah. Tambahan pula, ada sesetengah ulama hafizahullah mencadangkan kalau jatuh cinta, kahwinlah. pesanan para ulama' kita memang betul tetapi kebanyakan daripada kita hanya menangkap maksud zahir dan inti bicara ulama' tadi dibiarkan.

Berkahwin memang akan menyelesaikan masalah kita tetapi datanglah tanggungjawab yang amat besar. Think you can handle it? If you can,then proceed. Tiada siapa akan halang kamu kahwin muda. jangan lupa ajak sekali dehh..:)

Ehemm..okay kembali ke bicara pokok kita. Wanita merupakan makhluk yang amat special. Daripada berjuta-juta jenis makhluk Allah ciptakan, lelaki hanya tertarik kepada wanita sahaja secara fitrahnya. Wanita pula dianggap sebagai satu perhiasan yang amat mahal, kerana itu perlindungannya juga amat ketat.

Kalau kita pergi di pasar malam, tempat famous mencari barang-barang yang murah, barang-barang itu diletakkan sebegitu sahaja. Sudahlah diletakkan begitu sahaja, smeua orang boleh meramas-rama beg itu. kalau dibeli, hanya diletak dalam beg plastik yang murah. Kerana apa? Kerana barang itu murah.

Ada satu permata namaanya Star of India. Permata ini amat unik kerana macam ada bintang dalam tu. Setiap kali ada pameran tentang permata ini, akan ada alatan canggih seperti laser dan berpuluh-puluh pengawal  dikerahkan untuk mengawal permata it. Sudahlah sedemikian, permata itu disimpan pula di dalam kotak kaca kalis peluru dan dilengkapi sensor yang peka terhadap sentuhan dan juga perubahan suhu. Kenapa? Sebab, ia bernilai. Maka, penjagaannya pun rapi.


Wahai wanita, awok lebih bernilai dari Star of India itu..Malahan, jika permata sleuruh dunia dikumpulkan sekalipun, mung lagi berharga...Sebab itulah Allah subhanahu wataala memberikanmu garis petunjuk untuk menjaga kehormatanmu di zaman yang masaloh ini dehh..:)

Di sini, ambo ingin berkongsikan tentang apa yang perlu dititikberatkan oleh wanita. berikut merupakan sedutan daripada ceramah al-Fadhil Ustaz Mohd  Hanif

1. Bulu kening.

Menurut Imam Bukhari,Rasullulah melaknat perempuan yang mencukur atau menipiskan bulu kening atau meminta supaya dicukurkan bulu kening.(Petikan dari Hadis Riwayat Abu Daud Fi Fathil Bari.)

jangan cenggini dehh..perhati kening beliau

2. Kaki dan semacam hantu loceng.

Dan janganlah mereka (perempuan)membentakkan kaki (atau mengangkatnya) agar diketahui perhiasan yang mereka sembunyikan (Petikan dari Surah An-Nur Ayat 31.) Keterangan : Menampakkan kaki dan menghayunkan/melenggokkan badan mengikut hentakan kaki terutamanya pada mereka yang mengikatnya dengan loceng…sama juga seperti pelacur di zaman jahiliyah.

3. Wangi-wangian.

Siapa sahaja wanita yang memakai wangi-wangian kemudian melewati suatu kaum supaya mereka itu mencium baunya,maka wanita itu telah dianggap melakukan zina dan tiap-tiap mata ada zinanya terutamanya hidung yang berserombong.(Petikan dari Hadis Riwayat Nasaii, Ibn Khuzaimah dan Hibban.)

bukan dop boleh pakai minyak wangi terus, cuma janganlah spray sampai setengah botol dehh..

4. Dada..

Hendaklah mereka (perempuan) melabuhkan kain tudung hingga menutupi bahagian hadapan dada-dada mereka.(Petikandari Surah An-Nur Ayat 31.

hok ning pun oghe selalu culas..kalau tak nak pakai tudung labuh, at least kasi lepas bahu dan menutupi dada dehh..:)

5. Gigi..

Rasullulah melaknat perempuan yang mengikir gigi atau meminta supaya dikikirkan giginya (Petikan dari Hadis Riwayat At-Thabrani) Dilaknat perempuan yang menjarangkan giginya supaya menjadi cantik,yang merubah ciptaan ALLAH.(Petikan dari Hadis Riwayat Bukhari dan Muslim.)

6. Muka dan leher.

Dan tinggallah kamu (perempuan) di rumah kamu dan janganlah kamu menampakkan perhiasan mu seperti orang jahilliah yang dahulu.

Keterangan : Bersolek (make-up) dan menurut Maqatil sengaja membiarkan ikatan tudung yang menampakkan leher seperti orang Jahilliyah.

7. Pakaian yang nipis (jarang)

Asma Binte Abu Bakar telah menemui Rasullulah dengan memakai pakaian yang tipis. Sabda Rasullulah: Wahai Asma! Sesungguhnya seorang gadis yang telah berhaid tidak boleh baginya menzahirkan anggota badan kecuali pergelangan tangan dan wajah saja (Petikan dari Hadis Riwayat Muslim dan Bukhari.)

termasuk juga dengan pakaian yang melekat pada tubuh dehh..

8. Tangan.

Sesungguhnya kepala yang di tusuk dengan besi itu lebih baik daripada menyentuh kaum yang bukan sejenis yang tidak halal baginya.(Petikan dari Hadis Riwayat At Tabrani dan Baihaqi.)

9. Mata..

Dan katakanlah kepada perempuan mukmin hendaklah mereka menundukkan sebahagian dari pemandangannya.(Petikan dari Surah An Nur Ayat 31)Sabda Nabi Muhamad SAW,Jangan sampai pandangan yang satu mengikuti pandangan lainnya.Kamu hanya boleh pandangan yang pertama sahaja manakala pandangan seterusnya tidak dibenarkan hukumnya haram.(Petikan dari Hadis Riwayat Ahmad,Abu Daud dan Tirmidzi.)

mata korang sememangnya memiliki magis yang sangat hebat. Maka, tundukkanlah pandangan dehh..:)

10. Mulut (suara).

Janganlah perempuan-perempuan itu terlalu lunak dalam berbicara sehingga berkeinginan orang yang ada perasaan serong dalam hatinya,tetapi ucapkanlah perkataan-perkataan yang baik (Petikan dari Surah Al Ahzab Ayat 32.)Sabda SAW, Sesungguhnya akan ada umat ku yang minum arak yang mereka namakan dengan yang lain,iaitu.kepala mereka di lalaikan oleh bunyi-bunyian (muzik) dan penyanyi perempuan, maka ALLAH akan tenggelamkan mereka itu dalam bumi.(Petikan dari Hadis Riwayat Ibn Majah.)

11. Kemaluan..

Dan katakanlah kepada perempuan-perempuan mukmin,hendaklah mereka menundukkan pandangan mereka dan menjaga kehormatan mereka.(Petikandari Surah An Nur Ayat 31.)Apabila seorang perempuan itu solat lima waktu,puasa di bulan Ramadan, menjaga kehormatannya dan mentaati suaminya,maka masuklah ia ke dalam Syurga daripada pintu-pintu yang ia kehendakinya. (Hadis RiwayatRiwayat Al Bazzar.)Tiada seorang perempuanpun yang membuka pakaiannya bukan di rumah suaminya,melainkan dia telah membinasakan tabir antaranya dengan ALLAH.(Petikan dari Hadis Riwayat Tirmidzi, Abu Daud dan Ibn Majah.)

12. Pakaian..

Barang siapa memakai pakaian yang berlebih-lebihan terutama yang menjolok mata,maka ALLAH akan memberikan pakaian kehinaan di hari akhirat nanti.(Petikan dari Hadis Riwayat Ahmad,Abu D,An Nasaii dan Ibn Majah.)Petikan dari Surah Al Ahzab Ayat 59..Bermaksud : Hai nabi-nabi katakanlah kepada isteri-isterimu,anak perempuanmu dan isteri-isteri orang mukmin,hendaklah mereka memakai baju jilbab (baju labuh dan longgar) yang demikian itu supaya mereka mudah dikenali,Lantaran itu mereka tidak diganggu.

ALLAH Maha Pengampun Lagi Maha Penyayang.Sesungguhnya sebilangan ahli Neraka ialah perempuan-perempuan yang berpakaian tetapi telanjang yang condong pada maksiat dan menarik orang lain untuk melakukan maksiat,mereka tidak akan masuk Syurga dan tidak akan mencium baunya. (Petikan dari Hadis Riwayat.Bukhari dan Muslim)

Keterangan : Wanita yang berpakaian tipis/jarang, ketat/ membentuk dan berbelah/membuka.bahagian-bahagian tertentu.

13. Rambut..

Wahai anakku Fatimah! Adapun.perempuan-perempuan yang akan digantung rambutnya hingga mendidih otaknya dalam Neraka adalah mereka itu di dunia tidak mahu.menutup rambutnya daripada dilihat oleh lelaki yang bukan mahramnya.(Petikan dari Hadis Riwayat Bukhari dan Muslim.) Riwayat Imran bin Hushain ra.:Bahwa Rasulullah saw. bersabda:Sesungguhnya penghuni syurga yang paling sedikit adalah kaum wanita. (Sohih Muslim No.4921)

Semoga ALLAH memelihara isteri-isteri kita serta anak-anak gadis kita daripada dihumbankan ke dalam api Neraka………Aamiin Ya Robbal'alamin




Rasa macam berat? Jangan sesekali..Kerana ambo mendengar tazkirah dari Mufti Iraq Syeikh rafe' al-Aini, bahawa umat rasulullah dijanjikan beberapa perkara;

1) Tiada ujian yang umat Muhammad tidak boleh harungi
2) Dijanjikan syafaat kubra oleh Rasulullah
3) Doa yang pasti dikabulkan
4) Umat-umat nabi lain hatta Nabi sendiri ingin menjadi umat Nabi Muhammad

Wahai wanita, bagimu jagala tiga perkara dan silalah memilih mana-mana pintu syurga..Taat kepada Allah, Rasul dan suami..

Bagi kami pulopp..Aduss, berat..hal ehwal mung sebagai isteri, sebagai ibu, sebagai kakak atau adik perlu dijaga oleh kami atau akan digelarkan sebagai...:)

[Inspiration]: "...and Allah zapped his heart.."

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim..Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh..

"Everybody needs inspiration". That is not just a Miley Cyrus' lyrics, it is a universal fact. If you fall, you need someone to get you up. If you are too high in the sky like Icarus who burnt his waxed shoes, you need someone to remind you about the ground. Everybody needs an inspiration, and the best comes from Allah subhanahu wataala.

I was in the cold University of Malaya library, engrossed in an autobiography of a great figure who I adored, Ahmed Deedat. The book "Ahmed Deedat: The Man and His Mission" elaborated every moment of Shaykh's ups and downs with vivid and precise detail. Made me smile with the Syeikh's humor and made me frown too, from his obstinate and fortitude character. I reached the final pages of the remarkable book, when Masya-Allah, I came across a chapter titled "More Persuasion". Without any further delay, I read the chapter with great interest and I was moved.

The chapter was exclusive to recall back the stories of reverts who reverted back to Allah directly under Deedat's help.

I was stunned.
I was moved.
I was touched.
And, I cried.

I cried for the beauty of their stories.
I cried for the remarkable course of life Allah set upon them.
I cried because "Why I can't be like them?".

Their perseverance.
Their adventure.
Their imaaan.

Yet, they are new reverts and here I am, 17 and 18 years in Islam with no close experience with Allah.

What is my problem? What is OUR problem?

This is the story of Yakub Cunningham..

Jamaluddin, which translates roughly into "The Beauty of Faith", was born Yakub Cunningham in northern England in 1942 to a Roman Catholic father, John and a Jewish mother, Kathrina. As a child, Yakub attended Yeshiva classes at the local synagogue (Jewish place of worship), but, when he dropped off there, he would invariably visit the Roman Catholic Church on the opposite side of the road. There was "something about the church that fascinated me..the kindness of nuns and priests especially". When Yakub was eleven, his twin brother Raymond died of leukaemia. A few months later, Yakub converted to Roman Catholicism. His father, joh Cunningham, was a diplomat in the Foreign Service and served in such India, Egypt, Venezuela, and Zanzibar. Yakub and his siblings would visit their parents during school vacations. A gifted student, Yakub matriculated at 14, and although a bright future lay ahead of him in the secular field, he opted "to work in the vineyard of Christ".

Yakub applied to join the Dominican Order of Catholic priests, but as a tertiery degree was a prerequisite for their rigorous training, his father suggested that he study law in case he priesthood di not "agree" with him. he completed a degree at Cambridge University at the age of 17 but he was below the legal age to be awarded the degree and had to wait a year to graduate. He then enrolled at the Pontifical University of Saint Thomas Aquinas, which is one of the major pontifical universities in Rome. His six--year training for the priesthood culminated in his ordiination in 1969. Shortly thereafter he was sent to South Africa by Pope Paul VI to select a black priest to lead the Roman Catholic Church in South Africa. Yakub interviewed prospective priests and settled on the three names, one fo whom, Wilfred Napier, eventually became a cardinal and head of the Catholic Church in south Africa.

While studying in Rome, Yakub had made friends with a student who was studying to be a priest at the seminary in Cedara, near Oietermaritzburg. He had informed his friend of his impending arrival in South Africa, and was surprised when the friend did not meet him at the airport. He  visited Cedara and discovered that the student had left the church. Yakub went to the man's house but he refused to meet Yakub. Spoken through the window, the man said;

"We cannot be friends. I am not a Catholic any longer"
"What are you? An Anglican?Methodist?What?Tellme."
"A believer. A Muslim"
"Good God. A heathen. Why?"
"Ahmed Deedat"

Yakub then visited Archbbishop Denis Harley and asked, "Who is this Ahmed Deedat?". There was a deadly silence. You can hear even a pin dropped to the floor. "Do not meet him", the Archbishop instructed. Yakub met Ahmed Deedat and debated. Yakub described the debate as "devastating. You had to be made of iron to survive him".

Yakub then had to learn Arabic and Islam so he could use this knowledge to convert Muslim to Christianity. The more he learned Islam, the more Yakub losing his faith in Catholicism "until, finally, you might say..I got zapped by Allah..I couldn;t eat, sleep, stand, think. It was a horrific time".

In November 1970, Yakub had to return to Rome. But before he left for Rome, he accepted Deedat's offer to visit him at the as-Salaam Institute. Deedat used this oppurtinity very wisely. They reached As-Salaam just nice when the adhan for the Zuhur were given, and Deedat asked him whether he had take wudhu' or not.

Yakub said, "What for? I am Catholic."
"Do you love Jesus?," Deedat asked.
"Yes".

"Then, how come you do not make wudhu like Jesus?". Deedat then reminded him that the Bible stated that Jesus fell on his feed and prayed to God.

Jamaluddin said, "in the sujud, I began to cry uncontrollably. I knew that that was how I wanted to pray all this long.."

Deedat did not say any word."he dropped me off at the Archbishop's house and went home". I waited until he reached home and called him.

"How one become a Muslim?", I asked.
"Are you interested?," he asked.
"No, just curious," I said.

That evening, Yakub offered a prayer without knowimng where the qiblat wa, what to read, or how many rakaats he had to pray;

"I had no idea what was I saying but I loved it"

Before Yakub went back to Rome he met Deedat.

"I want to be a Muslim".
An angry Deedat raused his voice, "I told you to return to Rome and write to me.".

Yakub said, "Fine. I will do that, but what if I die today? Wil I die as a Muslim of Christian?'.

At this. Deedat's expression changed. He took Yakub's hands, bought him some clothes from a Mawlana store and Yakub attended his first solat jumaat. After the prayer, Deedat asked him,

"Where you want to go?'
"Lunch."
"You can't. You are fasting".
 "Do Muslims fast on Friday?"
"No, but it is Ramadhan" (the Syakh was joking)

Yakub informed the Archbishop about his reversion to Islam, and the Archbishop wrote to the newspaper, stating him as "a blasphemer" while his sister, whom he knew as a very devout Catholic appealed to the Church to ban him, her own brother.

"It is sad..the heavy price reverts have to pay in terms of their family. I lost mine".

Yet, his father accepted the syahadah just before his death. Then, he felt empty.

Yakub soon changed his name to Jamaludin and settled in Vancouver. His story of marriage is remarkable. For a few weeks he saw a women on the train and fell in love with her. One day, on a whim, he followed her home and rang the doorbell.

"What do you want?", she asked.
"To marry you," Jamaludin replied.
"But you don't know me'
" I have a lifetime to do that".

He went inside and found out that they were Jewish. He said,"No problem".  The mother was very impressed and asked him to return the following day. Jamaludin rushed off to the mosque and asked Imam Abdul Rahman to perform the nikah after jum'a. The Imam asked, "What is the name of your bride?" He replied,

"I don't know. I'll tell you tomorrow".

He learnt that her name was Peta Lonberg. She had an MBA degree, was a lecturer in business administration, and a national skier. Tragically fo Jamaluddin, Peta, his five-year-oled daughter natasha and his brother-in-law were killed in a car accident.

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Learning and reading about their stories really moved many hearts. They persevered in many tribulation and yet cling to Imaan. The big question is, we who were born in Islam, can we stand such trials in life? The grotesque pattern now is the East raced to murtad but the West, they are rushing to buy their tickets of salvation by Islam!..

[Jurnal al-Mamluk]: Konichiwa Japang!

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim..Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh..:)

Alhamdulillah, post kali ini amba tulis khas untuk seorang sahabat ambo yang mencadangkan ambo untuk berkongsikan tips-tips ketika ditemu duga.

Ambo telah diterima untuk menghadiri sesi ujian dan temu duga untuk Program Ijazah Berkembar Jepun anjuran Yayasan Pendidikan MARA. Program ini merupakan sebuah biasiswa yang ditanggung sepenuhnya dalam jurusan Kejuruteraan Mekanikal atau Eletrikal di Jepun, dan ditanggung sehingga peringkat PhD (kalau larat). Ambo nak jelaskan dahulu bahawa ambo sendiri tidak tahu sama ada ambo diterima ataupun tidak, post kali ini sekadar memenuhi permintaan seorang sahabat yang ambo hormati dehh..

Bab 1: Persiapan Sebelum Temu Duga

Be Prepared

Kebanyakan biasiswa memerlukan untuk calon-calon menduduki ujian sebagai salah satu syarat.

Me at the day before interview : Baru berhenti kerja, baru merasa katil di rumah. Mood: Extreme sloth. Layan game Facebook yang Naufal Saidi selalu hantar "game request".

Moral: Jangan tiru aksi ini. Pastikan anda tahu apa yang akan anda harungi esok dan cuba untuk meringankan tulang untuk mencari sebarang maklumat yang akan membantu anda pada keesokan harinya.

Apparel: 5 Star!!

Ambo bukanlah mak andam, dan fesyen yang ambo pakai hanya sekadar untuk mengelakkan malu di khalayak ramai. Tetapi, apabila menghadiri sesuatu perkara yang besar seperti temu duga, anda harus mencuba untuk berpakaian secara terbaik. Berikut ada beberapa tips.

1. Cuba untuk memakai pakaian kemeja ataupun pakaian yang formal. Ini memberikan first impression bahawa anda sememangnya berminat dengan program ini.

2. Kemas. Mereka tidak melihat kecantikan atau harga sut anda. Mereka melihat kemampuan and untuk mengurus diri. Jikalau diri tidak terusur, bagaimanakah dengan pelajaran pula?

3. Pakai pakaian yang cerah. Ini ialah relatif. Sesetengah orang lebih gemar memakai pakaian cerah kerana ingin memberikan impresi bahawa anda seorang yang terbuka. Manakala, warna gelap terutamanya hitam pula menonjolkan kredibiliti anda dan tahap karisma anda. Sesuaikan ikut keadaan.

Documents are Your Life

Di sana, anda bersama dengan puluhan ataupun ratusan orang yang tidak dikenali. Tiada sesiapa yang mengenali anda. Maka, jangan berharap ada orang akan melayani anda jika tidak cukup dokumen. Pastikan, anda membuat checklist dan memeriksa kesemua dokumen dengan rapi.

1. Pastikan resume anda tetap ada bersama dengan dokumen-dokumen lain yang dipinta. Ini merupakan rumusan diri kamu yang mempunyai butiran yang lebih jelas tentang kelebihan anda.

2. Tiada kertas yang remuk, gam yang menceceh keluar dan lain-lain ketidak kemasan. Sebelum anda ditemu duga, mereka akan memeriksa fail yang mengandungi maklumat diri kamu. Bayangkan, jika kertas remuk, gambar senget benget, dokumen tidak tersusun, apakah impresi mereka terhadap anda?

Be Early

Ingat Polisi 20 Minit. Untuk sesuatu yang besar dalam hidup anda, berkorbanlah unutk datang awal. Jikalau berjumpa dengan gewe boleh cepat sokmo, mengapakah perkara sepenting ini anda boleh lambat?

Tempat temuduga ambo bertempat di Palace Of The Golden Horses, Seri Kembangan. Tempat ini memang grand dan program bermula pada pukul 8.30. pagi pada hari Jumaat yang mulia. Ambo tiba di sana pada pukul 8.00 pagi dan ambo terkejut kerana lebih kurang 30 keluarga sudah tiba lebih awal.

Kedatangan awal memberikan kemenangan psikologi untuk anda. Mereka yang tiba selepas anda akan bergantung kepada anda dan ini memudahkan anda untuk menyesuaikan diri dengan calon-calon yang lain. Be late,  anda akan cepat tewas dengan mata-mata mereka yang lain yang sudah tiba lebih awal dari anda. Be late, you are lose.

Bab 2 Menyesuaikan Diri

Ini biasiswa MARA. Budak-budak genius dari seluruh MRSM, SBP dan sekolah-sekolah lain akan datang bertandang. Ambo pergi ke tempat itu menaiki kereta ayah ambo, dan kemudiannya ditinggalkan bersendirian. Kesmeua calon-calin lain macam bawa satu kampung! Mereka juga memakai sut-sut mahal, tuksedo dan juga kasut yang berbunyi seperti tapak kaki kuda apabila berderap dengan lantai. Ambo hanyalah seorang kerdil. Ini mencetuskan panik.

Anda tidak semestinya memerlukan kawan ketika ini, tetapi berborak dan bersalaman dengan yang lain akan mengurangkan ketegangan jiwa anda. Di sana, semua orang seperti hendak membunuh antara satu sama lain. Mereka kesemuanya bercerita tentang result Trial yang gempak, percutian di negara-negara Eropah, belajar bahasa asing dan pelbagai topik diceritakan sebagai perang psikologi kepada calon-calon yang lain.

Percayalah, anda tidak perlukan cerita itu semua. Anda perlu senyum dan semua orang dengan begitu cepatnya sedar dan senang dengan kehadiran anda, kerana ketika itu kesemuanya muka stres sokmo. Maka, senyumlah! Ia sunnah dan mengurangkan stres.

Ambo duduk bersebelahan dengan seorang pelajar agama dan seorang pelajar STAR. Berborak dengan mereka tentang soalan bocor SPM, tarikh perkahwinan dan topik-topik santai yang lain amat membantu. Tetapi, pastikan fokus anda tidak hilang.

Bab 3 Soalan Danial Punawi

Bahana tidak ulang kaji. Soalan dipenuhi dengan istilah yang amat sukar difahami lagi susah lidah hendak menyebutnya seperti centripidal force, balllistics pendulum dan trigonometric functions.Kalkulator tidak dibenarkan sama sekali dan bayangkan anda dikehendaki untuk menjawab soalan-soalan di bawah;

1) What is sin 220?

2) Draw graph of...(soalan trigonometric functions)

3) Convert 120 litre cubic to 120 inches cubic

4) What component usually found in iron ore, besides the iron itself.

Dan pelbagai soalan yang mengalirkan air mata. Rakan sebelah sudah mula menggumam "Matilah..matilah aku". Manakala, rakan STAR itu tenang sahaja sambil diselangi dengan atuk-batuk macho gitu. Pabila selesai ujian, ambo bertanya kepada beliau, "Berapa soalan kau tembak dari 30 soalan?". Beliau menjawab, "5 saja. Soalan tadi OK-lah". Ambo?

10. Itulah bilangan soalan yang ambo hantam. T______________T

*apabila ambo ketemu dengan rakan lain dari STAR, rakan ambo kabo abahwa kawan dia yang duduk sebelah ambo merupakan seorang genius. Patutlah..Don't Judge the Book by Its Cover..


Bab 4 101 on Interview

Ada beberapa petua semasa ditemu duga. Semasa ditemu duga, anda perlu untuk kelihatan yakin dan releven. Ia tidak semestinya terletak pada pakaian, kerana tujuan utama temu duga itu ialah untuk mencari sesuatu dari yang lain; confidence. Semua orang boleh pandai, tapi tak semua boleh meluahkan idea. Zaman ini bukan lagi zaman kertas, tapi inilah zaman ekspresi di mana penonjolan akhlak dan etika yang mulia beserta dengan keyakinan diri yang jitu menjadi pilihan utama para majikan (Rujuk buku Brian Tracy; Focal Point)

1. Jika anda memakai sut selain daripada blazer seperti jaket dan cardigan, sila buka. Informality amat bagus semasa kerja dan public relation tetapi kini anda sedang berurusan dengan para elit yang mahukan anda serius dan elegan. Memakai blazer ialah satu bonus bagi anda tetapi jangan rasa rendah diri bila tidak pakai. Ingat, pakaian bukan perkara utama yang dicari. Kredibiliti kamu.

2. Masuk ke dalam bilik dengan langkah yang tenang dan muka ke arah hadapan. Berjalan dengan perlahan atau muka yang cemas memberikan impresi awal yang kurang enak.

3. Duduk dengan sopan. Ambo duduk dengan kaki yang terbuka luas dan ini merupakan kesalahan teknikal yang amat besar. Kaki dibuka dengan jarak yang selesa bagi lelaki, kalau perempuan janganlah berbuat sedemikian dehh..

4. Duduk dengan tegak. Ini memberikan impresi kematangan.

5. Apabila menjawab, banyakkan untuk mengguna bahasa badan. Jika anda sedang memperkenalkan diri anda, tunjuk ke arah diri anda. Gunakan tapak tangan yang terbuka ketika menerangkan sesuatu. Dan, jika anda ingin menerangkan sesuatu yang terperinci, buat tangan seperti muncung itik..Haha, tak tahu nak terangkan macam mana. Bahasa badan yang baik memberikan pengukuhan tentang apa yang anda ingin terangkan tetapi berhati-hati kerana bahasa badan yang berlebihan akan membuatkan ada seperti orang yang bebal. Sori..:D

Berikut ialah sedutan temuduga ambo..

Pegawai: Sidi Muhammad Yusoff, sila masuk.

Ambo bangkit, buka jaket dan senyum ke arah pegawai. Pegawai itu membalas senyuman ambo dan meninggikan semangat ambo. Ambo ketuk pintu oak yang besar itu lalu masuk. Kelihatan seorang wanita Melayu sedang sibuk mencoret sesuatu dan seorang lelaki Jepun sedang terenyum memandang ambo. Okay, ambo tak jangka ada seorang penemu duga berbangsa Jepun. Tetapi, senyuman beliau dibalas.

Ambo: Assalamualaikum and good morning, sir. (Kepala mengangguk ke arah penemu duga Jepun)

Wanita Melayu itu mengangkat kepalanya dan tersenyum. "Please have a seat".

Ambo duduk di kerusi menghadap mereka. Kebiasaannya, ambo duduk bongkok tetapi buat kali ini, belakang diluruskan dan tangan dibuat berbentuk stteple. Gesture ini memberikan impresi bahawa anda seorang yang berfikiran dalam. Haha. (Allan and Barbara Pease, Definitive Book of Body Language)

 

Wanita Melayu: So, can we start? How about introducing yourself..Ermm..Sidi Muhammad Yusoff, right?

Ambo: Absolutely, maam. My name is Sidi Muhammad Yusoff bin Azli Shah. My academics background is at SMS Muar. I studied at the fully residential school for two years. During the two years, Alhamdulillah I excelled in my exams as you can see in my resume (bukan riya' tetapi untuk emphasise bahawa kita mampu secara akademik, inilah kegunaan resume anda). And, I also involved in students exchange programme with the Thais and Japanese. I also experienced in becoming secretariat in national and international events (Terima kasih kepada cikgu SAMURA yang banyak memberikan ambo peluang menjadi urus setia program kebangsaan dan antarabangsa). #Smile

Wanita Melayu: So, you involved in students exchange programme with the Japanese..Can you speak a few words for us? (Gelak)

Ambo: I watched anime a lot, but I cannot speak that much (Semua gelak). I know a few basic words such as konichiwa, sayonara and banzai. (Gelak)

Wanita Melayu: Hahaha, ok. (Bahu beliau dan orang Jepun itu sudah kurang tense. Maknanya, mereka sudah selesa). So, how do you know about our programme?

Ambo: My friend recommended me about this programme. So, I surfed the Internet and found it. It had my interest so I decided to fill the form  and here I am.

Wanita Melayu: Okay, why do you interested in engineering?

Ambo: Hahaha, I think it is in the bloodline. My father is a civil engineer and now I am offered Mechanical Engineering course. Besides, I want to contribute something to the society. My father built bridges, roads, the Terminal Bersepadu Selatan Park N Ride and I want to build machines that are useful to the society.

Wanita Melayu : Oookay, why you interested to study in Japan? As you can see, Japan is a very hard place (jeling kepada orang Jepun) and the States and other country are much colder and more fun living there?

Ambo: My interests is not based on climates. What attracts me about Japan is their perseverance. And, they also shared the same Eastern culture with the Malays. And, I think I can bring some of Japan's high discipline culture to our country and share it with other fellow friends. My interests to Japan is like Dr Mahathir's interest to Japan.

Wanita Melayu: Okay, what is the toughest part in the exam?

Ambo: (spontan). The Maths part.

[Semua gelak]

Wanita Melayu; What? Hahaha..the Mathematics part is in the Engineering and you find it hard?

Ambo: Haha..Maths certainly not my cup of tea. I prefer Chemistry instead.

Wanita Melayu: Then, why you apply for Mechanical Engineering? (Berat nanang ni...)

Ambo: (serius balik) I think I can improvise better if I had a chance in the programme.

Wanita Melayu: Okay, I will keep a track on you if you are in this programme. Especially your Maths. So, you are very unfortunate because I want to ask yo a few questions about Maths. Please go to the board and factorise 2x^2 + x - 6= 0

Ambo: (Matilah aku..Mencuba jab.Tapi tak dapat) Sorry maam, I can't do this. i am hardwired to calculator

Wanita Melayu: Okay, okay never mind. How about a simpler one x^2 +x -6+ 0?

Ambo: Can't too. I am very sorry.

[Sunyi sepi]

Wanita Melayu: (Tangan di kepala) Okay, what is the complete circle of sin?

Ambo: 90 degrees?

Wanita Melayu: Never mind. Ok, what is sin 30?

Ambo: 0.5.

Wanita Melayu: (Senyum balik). Okay, please have a seat.

[Duduk]

Wanita Melayu: Why should we offer you this chance?

Ambo: (Ambil nafas panjang, beriimpresi apa yang hendak cuba disampaikan datang dari hati..Haha) Engineers,even if they are in the..you know, graves..The work they build remained eternity. This is immortality. My father has his chance to contribute to the society, and I want mine. I will strive to make this world a better one..

(Wanita Melayu angguk dan bercakap dalam bahasa Jepun dengan lelaki itu)

Wanita Melayu: Okay, is there any questions you want to ask us?

Kemudian, berlakulah dialog seperti dalam Facebook ambo..Ambo puas hati, walaupun jika tidak berjaya ke peringkat seterusnya. Ini merupakan satu pengalaman yang berharga..Wassalamualaikum..:D

[Akidah]: A Short Essay About the Quran

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim..Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabrakatuh..:)

Introduction.

Religions, whether it is monotheistic nor polytheistic or other beliefs (monism, Satanists, pantheism) has its own scriptures as key references. Judaism (Talmudism) has its Talmud. Christians has the Bible. Illuminatis has its Albert Pike's Morals and Dogmas. Buddhists and its Tripitaka. And, Islam has the Quran.

One questions revolving the minds of sceptics and atheists were: How liable or authentic are the scriptures? Richard Dawkins in his book condemned religion as the tool of evil.When he read the Old Testament, he really cannot believe that the revengeful and spiteful omnipower figure in the Testament can be a God. Richard Dawkins has a point regarding the Old Testament as the scriptures are exposed to numerous editing, fabrications et cetera, but still he cannot be bias towards other religion only because the Old Testament are full with X-rated and unlogical stories.

Quran, as all of the Muslims belief are preserved throughout 1400 years of its existence. I am sorry for the sudden conclusion but let us take a peek about some Orientalists' view about the Holy Scriptures.

And, by the way, this short essay regarding the Quran may not answer all of your questions; as this research was made by me to fill my own questions. If you have more questions lingering in your mind, depressing your mind like a repertoire of annoying bees, I offer you a simple resolution. Clear your mind and take a peek at the Quran.

Oh no, Quran is not a Spellcaster's or a Wizard's book, the answer is not just by reciting it and poof! Miracles occur. No. Quran is more than that. God commanded us "Read" and you can count how many occurences in Quran that commands us to "Think!". This mingles system of our days divided us from God by replacing books with television which constantly ejected by explicit and immoral images. And, when you stop to read, you stop to think! They have succeeded in severing your only relation with God.

Quran and the Orientalists

Those who were inspired to analyse the Quran cannot run away from their sheer amazement of the Quran. In the darkest abyss of civilizations, in the spot where the great empires of the ancients did not bother to even look at, from the desert of Arabia, sprung a scripture that answers all humankind answer, giving resolution to humans' social problems, foretelling correct future events and the list of the Quran's wonders will be infinite.

Washington Irving cannot hold himself from saying;

"..contains pure, elevated and benignant precepts.."

Steingrass is not hyperbolic when he said;

"...is one of the grandest books ever written.."

Goethe in expressing his amazement;

"..attracts, astounds and enforces our reverences.."

Hirshfield, too declared his point regarding the Holy Book as;

"...is unapproachable as regards convincing power, eloquence and even composition..."

Johnson's sincere commentary touched me with its vivid details about the Quran;

"..a Prophet's cry, semitic to the core, yet of a meaning so universal and so timely that all the voices of the ages take it up, willingly or unwillingly, and it echoes over chosen hearts to world-conquests, then gathering itself into a reconstructing force that all the creative light of Greece and Asia might penetrate the heavy gleam of Christian Europe when Christianity was but the Queen of Night"

A question might arise in your minds; "What do you mean? They read the Quran?". Yes,, absolutely yes. More than some of us, I believe.

Quran; Work of Men?



Some orientalists, who have translated the Quran or written anything concerning it, have asserted that the verses and chapters of the Quran remained scattered and disjointed during the lifetime of the Holy Prophet, and that they were collected after his death on the authority of the verbal evidences of the Companions, and hence its genuiness is liable to questions. This assertion only serves to betray the ignorance of those who make it.

It is an untruth to say that the verses and chapters of the Quran were collected after the death of the Propher, for there is strong historical evidences to prove that all verses of the Quran were collected and all the surahs named by the direct instruction of the Prophet himself.

The process of collection was that whenever the verses were revealed the Prophet directed his scribes, the chief of whom was Zayd bin Thabit, to place verses of similar nature together in one surah and himself gave the name to each surah. Sometimes it happened that verses of two surahs were revealed simultaneously, and the Prophet got them recorded seperately so as to avoid confusion. Thus towards the close of the Prophet's life all the verses had been arranged and surahs named.

What was done by Caliph Abu Bakr was to arrange these surahs in the order suggested by the Holy Prophet, and no more. The third Caliph, Uthman, simply issued an official copy of the Quran (which was an exact copy of the one prepared by Abu Bakr), gave it publicity and forbade the use of other copies (which differed from official ones in the method of reading), so that the different meaning might no t lead to differences of doctrines, such as have actually occured in other religions.

Proofs

1. Hudhayfaf, a Companion narrated that the Prophet recited certain verses of the Surah baqarah, Ali Imran, Al-Nisa' in some of his prayers. Menanign that "the scattered and disjointed" verses have actually grouped and ordered by the Prophet.

2. In Sahih Bukhari, the Prophet recited certain verses of Al-'Araf in prayers.

3. Companions knew the names of the surah which the Prophet recited, partially or wholly, in his prayer. So, the surahs has been given by the Holy Prophet and the Companions knew about it.

4. Hakim in the Mustadrak stated that the first collection of the Quran was made during the lifetime of the Prophet himself.

5. Narrations from Zayd bin Thabit; "We used to collect the verses of the Quran in the presence of Prophet, copying them from various piece of paper (Bukhari and Muslim).

Enlightment

So, the accusations such as the Quran was the work of Abu Bakr and Uthman were proved totally wrong. In the Companions time, there were tens of thousand of people remembered the verses from the mouth of Prophet himself, if Abu Bakr, Uthman, Zayd or anybody fabricated the Quran, the huffaz must rose against the false Quran. But, until the last Companions died, there are no complaints aroused among the Companions, indicating that the Mushaf Uthman was a consensus (Ijma') of the Muslims.

Conclusion

Above excerpts were extracted from the book "A Geographical History of the Quran" written by Syed Muzaffaruddin Nadwi".

I hope, this very short essay might enlightened our mind even a bit regarding the Quran. I was spending 8 hours in the University Malaya Library, when I found this book. Before that,in the same rack, I found a book entitled "History of the Quran" written by A. Hadi Makrifat. Thought it may be useful for me to read the book, soon I was utterly shocked as the book was full of Jaafar Shadiq, Kulaini's, Abu Abdullah's narrations and commentary, and not even a single narration from Bukhari, Muslim or any authentic Haidth scholars!

My suspicion confirmed when I saw a narration from Zurarah, a man who famous for "farting at the face of the Imam and called him names", I closed the book. This is a Syiah's work.

Then, Alhamdulillah, I found this book and had the the time to only read its introduction. I hope Allah will grant me another chances for me to get a complete reading of this book. Wassalamualaikum..:)