Expression

 

Truth as clear and blue 

as the sky we walk under.
Love as bright and loud 

as the lightening and thunder.
Peace as pure and white 

as the moon, so full of wonder.
So many different colours of Islam!

I miss my paintings

True. I haven't been painting lately. And that made me feel like losing my wings. 

Painting as a hobby can be a very satisfying and relaxing form of recreation. The hobby of oil painting or watercolor painting can help my balance, especially if I am in a high-stress position. 

Direction and velocity

I meet Najwa in the afternoon, specifically during ITQAN. We exchange smiles from distance.

"Hangpa sedar tak camera hangpa tak dak? Did you realize that u lost your camera?" she ask in her Kedah accent.

"La....a'ah la! Baru kami perasaan. Ada dengan hangpa ka? Now that you mention it, did you have my camera with you?" I try to relax.

"Tak sedih ka camera tak dak? Camera hangpa ada dengan musyrif, Ustaz Bendahari. Don't you feel sad? Yours is with Ustaz Bendahari."

Say it isn't so

"Mama, I don't like ikan keli (cat fish) and I would never eat it," my youngest sister, Baby told her mother one morning.

"Yes, I know. Our family don't eat ikan keli. Anyway, kelisa is a nice fish," Mama said, smiling.

"Is kelisa a fish?" I asked innocently.

"What?! Oh...Along! You went flying here and there, yet you don't know that kelisa is a type of fish?"

"Well, I only knew that Kelisa was produced after Kancil and Rusa. So, I thought that they might had came from the same group. You know, surely it won't be suitable to name a car as Pelanduk."

We busted into laughter.

Only one

Assalamualaikum and Salam 1 Malaysia.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Boys and girls.

Aaah. It has been a while since my last entry. What can I say...I'm busy! (err...busy??) Yeah, sort of. Actually I have a lot of things in my mind to be sketched onto this very personal site of mine. But, you know, when you have an infinite stories to share, in the end it becomes almost nothing. (ahahaha...forget that , will you?)

Labbaikallah

"If you reach that place again, will you walk through the path we used to walk together, again?" Mama asked with trembling voice.

The request was answered by an invisible smile.

There was a silence. A meaningful silence. As if we were drifted back  to those days...days full of unforgettable memories. Days we went through in Mecca and Medina. 

That was my first Umrah trip, about 6 years ago, in 2004. It was in month of May. The weather was hot and dry. Days were sunny, while nights were soothing. A fortnight of comfort, lull and purity!

Hakuna matata

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe

She had so many children

She didn't know what to do

But they all were so handsome

And clever I'm told

That she wouldn't trade one

For diamond or gold!

I love this rhyme. I'll rhyme this whenever I need to clear my head.

It has been a long time since I first asked to memorize this rhyme.It was 10 years ago, when I was in Standard 6. We were participating in the Choral Speaking Competition, that year. We won the State Level, and went for National Level, presenting Kelantan. Yes...that was among my sweetest memory during my childhood life. Neh, chotto matte! Let's first complete the rhyme together!

Time after time

I've just finished my Ophthalmology written paper! Oooh, my vision is blurring! Right, I won't talk about that anyway...Let Allah complete the rest.

It was the Father's Day just passed few days. And I'm not here to post a-Father's-Day-gift-entry, absolutely! The reason is simple, because now I do not have a father. He left. Hurm...it sounds rather rude.. Then how about he 'died'. Ah, that is more polite!

"Why did you hate your father so much?" 

Someone asked me.

Winter in summer

Minna, please have a look at my painting. Onegaishimasu!

I name this as.....'Summer in Malaysia'??

Yeah! I know. Just stop there, OK. 
It's not that I can stand you 
admiring my fine art masterpiece. 
But thanks anyway!  I really 
appreciate your praises that 
come from the pure heart of yours.

Lately I have this song keep playing 
inside my mind. Hurm...not so new, 
just a few years back. Even so since 
I've just discovered it, so it's new for me!

Just for you, Mama

My special Mother's Day post should be yesterday but since I've just finish preparing a little present for my Mama, so I guess it'll be all right for a little delay. Oh, don't worry! I've called my mom earlier in the morning and wished her a 'Happy Mother's Day'.

 
I miss your warm hugs.

Narrated by al-syaikhani Bukhary and Muslim: 

 A man came to the Prophet and said, ‘O Messenger of God! Who among the people is the most worthy of my good companionship? The Prophet said: Your mother. The man said, ‘Then who?’ The Prophet said: Then your mother. The man further asked, ‘Then who?’ The Prophet said: Then your mother. The man asked again, ‘Then who?’ The Prophet said: Then your father. 

Viva forever

The Prophet (pbuh) said, "A believer is 

like a building whose different parts 

enforce each other." The Prophet (pbuh) 

then clasped his hands with fingers 

interlaced (while saying that).

Narrated by Abu Musa.

It has been a long time since I heard 
this particularly noble hadith again. 
Somehow, it touches my feeling. I don't 
know how to describe it. But it has....
softness like silk. With warm and cool 
elements. My vision becomes blurry. 
Beads of tears start flowing over the 
corner of my corneas. Pain!

Evening in Qaitbay

A few days ago we went to Alexandria, Republic of Egypt. That was among the annual trip organized by the university for us. Well, when I say that it was organized by the university, you can it's free but it doesn't means that it was completely FOC. Why? Oh, my! What was that USD 7000 are for anyway! But I must say that it is a good chance for us. Speaking of that, the participants were about sixty students, ikhwah and akhawat. Both were from the 3rd and the 4th years students

Everybody seemed to enjoy their time during the trip. No doubt. As for me, there was one spot that caught my eyes. The Citadel of Qaitbay.

Secret of April

My first birthday message was from my beloved 'Man of The House'- , my 'little' brother, Muhammad Syazwan.

I woke up this morning, surprised to see a chain of text messages in my inbox. A lot of birthday messages from families (my 3 sisters Alin, Baby-E, Wani) and friends (too many to list down). Thank you for all of you. You are very dear to me and your prayers are very precious to me. May Allah provide you with goodness and blessings.

Obviously, I need to tell you not.

Alhamdulillah, Allah gives me one more chance again this year. It is my 22nd birthday. All praises to Allah.

Thanks Pn. Afida and Pn. Alia

I had my Anatomy group tutorial for the Second Year students, which I've just finish it this morning, right after I came back from the 2 hours journey from Cairo. By the end of next week, there are so many things for me to finish. I need to pass up my Ophthalmology Quiz, finish the Toxicology Assignment, submit my Nuwair article to the Head Editor, prepare for Public Health end round exam, in-charge for Towards Tamayyuz Workshop and to reply e-mails from my friends which had been days in my inbox...! And, I still have another 2 books to read, 'Why Mars and Venus Collide' and 'Nota Hati Seorang Lelaki'. In addition, my brother will has his examinations on this April.

La hawla quwwata illa billah.

2 ears, 1 mouth

"Along, now you are making me more 
frustrated. I want someone to hear me 
how bad my day is, but you never listen. 
Why don't you just be a listener?" her voice 
loosen down, her face gloomed.

I turned away. "Why? I had  a bad day too, 
mama. I'm tired of listening to the same 
problem everyday. But you keep telling me 
your bad day, again. I don't want you to be 
reminded over and over while you were 
talking about your feeling...because it hurts 
me too!" my little heart cried out loud.

That was me, really.

The purest of pain

I feel like breaking down

I feel out of place

I feel like running away

I feel sick and deep inside me bleeding

I stuck inside the world I hate!

  

I'm not sure how I suppossed to feel. Hurt? Left out? Frustrated? I feel sick! Sick of pretending to be all right. Sick of pretending that everything is just fine. Sick of those fake smiles and stupid lies. They speak like they care, but actually they don't. They act like they help but indeed they don't. They appear sympathy but actually not. Damn those sweet lies! It is a pity. 

You should have aware of that earlier, before playing those killing-me-inside roles. Indeed, I feel sorry towards you, really. Or am I being too cynical? 

Turkiye: Part Two

Day 4:

We reached Konya that morning after 8 hours of bus journey. We checked-in a hotel in town and continue our discoveries in Turkey. First we went to Alaeddin Keykubad Camii. Sultan Alaeddin Keykubad was the ruler of Seljuk Imperial. According to the history, during the conquer of Constsntinople, Bursa (Sultan Mehmet 2) was helped by near by Islam rulers, including Seljuk. Seljuk rulers originated from the Iranians and the Afghans, was founded during 1220. So, the mosque we visited combined the architecture of Iran and Afghanistan. Next to the mosque, was the remaining of Seljuk Palace and in front of it was the Alaeddin Hill Park. The scenery were fantastic from every angle of the hill. Then we visited Sarafeddin Camii, Semsi Terbizi Camii ve Turbesi, Iplikci Camii, Karatay Muzesi, Mevlana Muzesi and Selimiye Camii. In addition we were told that people in Turkey especially those in Konya honoured Mevlana Jalaluddin ar-Rumi. Mevlana was the person who taught them about Islam and Semsi Terbizi was Mevlana's teacher.

Turkiye: Part One

Marhaba! I've just came back from out on the town. My 5 friends and I went to Turkey with the help of Ust. Hazimin from HZ Tours. A splendid place, I recommended for you! It was a week of memorable trip. Well, to write everything (which is impossible for me) I'd rather put our trip on summary. And before I go any further, this post is also dedicated to my Turkish friend, Selime Coskun who teaches me Turkish words and phrases that helped me a lot during my trip in Turkey. Ben tesekkur ederim, dostum!

Day 1:

Otanjoubi omodetto, mama.

This morning I made another long distance phone call to home. As I was talking to my mom...

"You aren't in Turkey, are you?"

"Erm? Not yet, mom."

"Yes, I know. Your trip will be after my birthday. When is the exact date?"

Kababo! Oh my! My! My! How on earth did I forget my mom.s birthday?? She must have been waiting for my call in the past two days. I had not even sent her a birthday message, not to mention wishing her. Blush! Blush! Blush!  Oh Allah, I am so so so ashamed! Oh mama, forgive your absent minded girl...really sorry.....OKAASAAAAAN, HONTONI GOMENNE!

Revealing FDT '10

Konna koto ii na

Dekitara ii na

Anna yume konna yume ippai aru kedo

Minna minna minna

Kanaete kureru

Fushigina POKKE de kanaete kureru

Sora wo jiyuu ni tobitai na

Hait! Takekopta!

An an an tottemo daisuki DORAEMON

Ahahaha...everybody loves Doraemon! That's it! Doraemon was our team mascot for PCT Family Day 2010 that was held on last 23rd. January. There were another 3 teams took part and each team represented by a cartoon character. We had red team represented by The Incredibles, black team represented by Ninja, orange team represented by Nemo....and blue team represented by the lovable Doraemon! Nyahahaha...Kawai, desu yo?

Hold me tight....Allah

The Lord of the east and the west: there is no god except Him; so take Him for yourself as an Ever-Trusted Trustee.

                                                                                                                           (Qur'an 73:9)

Actually, I have one feeling to share with my friends today. Today I didn't attend my lectures. I woke up, felt tired and hesitated to get ready for my daily routine. I stayed at home, sat on my bed, doing nothing not even revising my past lectures. It was terrible, I know. Indeed, I am a terrible person!

Officially declared, Badar 313!

Last night we had our wireless network operated, for the first time in Badar 313, our new house. Oh, by the way, we just moved in about a month ago! We are now living in Syarie’ Azhar, just a block before Syarie’ Salam, my former house. Since this is my first post after moving in, first and foremost, let me introduce my new housemates:

Iman - our Mrs. Brain

Azzahra’ - she makes the home as her ‘direct selling center’ 
Farhana - drop dead Goo Jun Pyo/Yoon Ji Hoo fan

Me - the owner of VioletOrchid

Oh, Allah! Unite us all…with eeman filling our hearts.