Doa Penghidupan

Doa Penghidupan
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Ada seutas benang terurai di sisi baju anak kecil. Lompat sedikit akan merosak baju putih yang sudah lama itu. Adapun hasil bermain di tepi pokok, berlarian dengan anak-anak yang umurnya sama sudah pasti akan membuka jahitan baju si anak kecil.

Dari jauh, sang ibu memanggil dengan lembutnya. Si anak kecil masih berlari-lari dengan gah, mencari yang bersembunyi. Semakin di panggil, semakin dia tidak mendengar. Lalu nyaring panggilan memenuhi segenap kawasan kampungnya, dengan nama penuhnya disebut, mata si anak kecil pantas mencari sang ibu. Gusar hatinya takut ada yang dimarah.

Si anak kecil berlari meninggalkan teman lain yang terus bermain. Wajahnya kasar kotor penuh tanah. Seliparnya tertinggal. Kiranya nanti akan diambil setelah usai bicara dengan sang ibu. Langkah semakin besar dan laju saat jelas ibunya berdiri di hadapan rumah kayu beratap beratap biru. Demikian jugalah degup jantungnya.

Sang ibu sudah menanti kepulangan si kecil lincah. Nakal seperti monyet. Tidak kalah berbadan kecil tapi bermain menang berjiwa besar. Dia sudah berdiri di hadapan sang ibu dengan kepala tunduk ke tanah seolah-olah ada salah.

"Ayah sudah pulang."

Nadanya tidak kasar tidak lembut dan bukanlah kebiasaan bagi sang ibu itu yang terkenal dengan budi baiknya. Jadi si anak kecil menjadi lebih takut, khuatir mungkin ada silapnya. Kalau makan, pinggannya sudah dicuci dan diletak atas rak. Mungkin juga kerana baju sekolahnya dibiar atas lantai tapi mustahil. Seingatnya, sudah direndam dalam baldi dan dijemur terus supaya besoknya boleh dipakai lagi. Kalau perihal sekolah, sudah dilangsai semua kerja rumah. Jadi apa?

"Atan, sudah kamu siapkan kerja sekolah?" tanya ibunya.
"Iya, ibu."
"Baju sekolahmu?"
"Ada tu dijemur."
"Sudah makan?"
"Dah."
"Pinggannya?"
"Atan dah kemas."

Cemas. Si anak kecil merasa tidak sedap hati. Apa gerangan sang ibu menyoal kesemua isi yang sudah dia ketahui? Makan sekali dengan sang ibu, membantunya menyiapkan kerja rumah juga sekali, yang mencuci baju pula si anak kecil tapi yang menjemur biasanya sang ibu kerana ampaian tinggi.

"Kamu tahu jam berapa sekarang?"
"Baru jam 4.20 petang, ibu."
"Baiklah. Kamu naik dulu. Solat asar."

Langkah kecil sambung berjalan menuju ke belakang rumah terus ke bilik mandi. Diambilnya gayung air dalam tempayan. Setiap pelusuk tubuhnya dibasahi air yang sedikit panas. Baju kotornya direndam di dalam baldi.

Kemudian dia naik ke atas terus ke biliknya. Kain tuala yang bergantung di hujung katil digapai. Tubuhnya dilap kering. Dia menuju ke tepi katil merapati meja belajarnya. Ada baju berlipat di situ. Dalam cepat mengambil pakaian solatnya, si anak kecil terlihat sebuah kotak. Bawahnya ada plastik baju. Kerana ingin tahu, keduanya diambil dan dibuka.

Ada sepasang baju baru dengan tanda harga sepuluh ringgit di dalam plastik itu. Seluar sukan juga ada. Di dalam kotak, ada peralatan tulis seperti pensil, pemadam, pembaris dan buku. Kesemuanya baru. Meskipun si anak kecil tahu bahawa hari itu bukan hari lahirnya atau hari istimewa sekalipun tetapi hatinya sungguh girang.

Bila sang ayah di depan biliknya, memanggil untuk solat bersama, si anak kecil terus berlari dan memeluk sang ayah. Dia memeluk erat dan berterima kasih berkali-kali. Si ayah membalas peluknya dan menyuruhnya untuk berterima kasih kepada sang ibu. Kerana dialah yang menceritakan barang-barang si anak kecil sudah agak lama. Hidup mereka bukanlah senang, tetapi cukup sekadar untuk berhidup seadanya. Jadi, bukanlah selalu barang si anak kecil dibeli baru.

Si anak kecil terus berlari ke arah ibunya di dapur dan mengucapkan terima kasih. Sang ibu memeluk erat si anak kecil yang satu. Dalam hatinya ada gembira merisik, sayangnya terhadap anak itu. Sang ibu melihat raut wajah si anak kecil dan tubuhnya kemudian ketawa sambil berkata, "Atan, pakailah baju baru kamu dulu nak. Janganlah berbogel berlari cari ibu."

Suasana itu disemat rapi dalam hati si anak kecil. Dalam langkah gembiranya menuju ke bilik, ada doa di kirim buat Tuhannya agar seluruh penghidupan ibu ayahnya diberkati.

My momento

None that I know of but how many do care about our inner self-righteous suicide? Too little to even disseminate the possibility of an occurrence, one can easily create a false assumption and derive a toxic social disorder among those who still believe.

God, if anyone can actually understand the value of acute empathy, only then a little integrity will be given. But not until one left the room and never come back. None. The sacred touch of the divine can only save but the human touch can relieve.

Truth, consider this as a memento. Life comes only when it's the only thing that is left.

Unheard Voices

I feel happy when I hear a kitten meows. When I can't see where the baby is, I try to find it. I love them so much. But not this one time.

I woke to fragile voices of kittens. Probably more than 1. I was tired and sleepy, I couldn't care less. But somehow, the sounds were desperate. I guess they were hungry. So, I walked outside to love them.

As I opened the door, the sight of three unattended kittens at the side of a wall was shocking. One thing I know that it is an unnatural spot for a mom cat to make a home. It's too public. Kitten meows were heavy than usual. Where's their mom cat?

I walked and came closer to one of them and took them to the tender of my palm. What a small creature he is. Who couldn't love such tiny animal? I looked at the other two. There were 2 black kittens and the other one was tortoiseshell. So, I guess the mom cat should have black-white-orange fur as well. But honestly, where is she?

As I gave them comfort, a growl came from the other side of the wall, beside a stair. There I saw a cage. For one moment, I felt devastated. The mom cat was in there. Her nose was bleeding. She was furious I can see it. She moved wildly in the cage responding to the sound of her babies. When she saw me, she growled again. It was a horrible sight. I tried to open the small cage but she aggressively moved to taunt me. She probably thought me as one of those pest control.

I lifted up the cage and carried and placed it right in front of the kittens. From a savage instinct, she stopped and calm down at the sight of her babies. Her big eyes revealed an unconditional love she has for her babies.

I tried to persevere. I came closer once again in an attempt to free her. She enraged again. I lifted the lock and opened the door slowly. She stayed cause it was too small, she couldn't get out. As I pushed the door to give more space for her to be free, a person came.

He was in charged of this uncivilised work. He was the one in power to make the separation between the mom cat and the kittens. He was killing an establishment of love. He was killing it, and I, alas, couldn't do anything until the very end. He was only receiving orders. He was paid. He had to.

I resolved myself, get a self-composure and walked back into my room. At my strength, even when I tried, I failed. But I can't just stop yet.

I want you to listen to the fragile voices of those kittens. If you can't see it, you can look what's closer but far away from you. Palestine and Syria, for instance. How many mothers have been taken away from young children? How many of them are killed? And how many silent voices unheard?

I went back to sleep in hoping for a dream. There, I happily live with the mom cat and the kittens.

Dasar

Dalam kesal usah bertangis
Menjawab soal sudah terbatas,
Hanya mampu dibiar habis
Rasa hati tidak berbalas.

Ada karma menyulam hati
Mencari sendu hancur mati,
Ada waktu tidaklah sakti
Kerna masanya sudah mati.

Masam kabur berulam kata
Bila jiwa sudah melatah,
Mungkin bukan untuk kita
Bila jiwa sudah melatah.

Ahh... Dasar jiwa muda.

by AmirullahZul
1.54am
Monday, 15 August 2016

Ameow Updates (A Serious Note) Bluffing

Hi. It's been a while and hard for me to access the Internet since my phone has malfunctioned entirely. Nevertheless, with these few minutes, I would like to share few things here.

First, I am on an assignment. To be truthful, a research on Bidayuh language. The discipline of the research should cover the sociolinguistic issues of the said language. Although the direction of this research has not yet been determined, but I am looking forward to it in a very positive light. May it becomes my merit for my future postgraduate study. Hence, do pray for me.

Second, I am currently on writing projects; a novel, and Spades Book Project. This is funny but you should know that I've been trying to write a novel and with a little time I have during this holiday, I do hope I can spare some times to finish it. The second project is under Theatre House of Silver Spades. We've started it before Ramadan and it's in progress. For more information, do visit the blog website.

Third, my current readings. I have two novels with me; Sentuhan Kasih by Norhayati Berahim, and Ego Langit Ketujuh by Aesya Azahar. Norhayati, as I presumed and mentioned by my aunt and my sister, is a great writer of many best-selling books such as Inferior and Seindah Derita. I'm currently reading Sentuhan Kasih and I've been having heart attack moments in a positive and exciting way. Soon after I finish reading Sentuhan Kasih, I'll be moving on to Ego Langit Ketujuh. The author is a classmate I've known for a semester and funny I know of her, but not her writings yet. As informed by my sisters, she has written two other novels namely Isteri vs. Tunang and Mr.Boss Miss Stalker which have been adapted into local TV series. I know she doesn't like her friends reading her novels and that's why this update should not be on Twitter. Plus, what's the adventure of reading with all of the hesitation? Of course, I've never hesitated to read. Haha.

Fourth, my is it so hot in this room?

That's all. Cheerio!

Reading novels are day-dreaming? Baca novel berkhayal?

Few days ago, I have found a disturbing notion from a man of intellectual stating that reading novels are nothing more than dreaming. He used 'berkhayal'. In the Malaysian context, the word 'berkhayal' is often used to refer day-dream, hallucinating, or in a major crime of heavy drugs. This word is used to refer a negative portion of imagination.

I couldn't agree more (if);
If the novels are purely belletristic, unsophisticated, no moral values of all sort, then it benefits almost nothing to the reader, when all it offers is plain sensuous imagination to feed our lust and desire.

But in defense of novels and all other didactic writings, the notion has served injustice. The undivided negative bias towards books creates unnecessary rejection from the mass onto the intellectual diverse the didactic writings have.

Hence, here are 2 benefits of didactic writings to readers;

1. It builds up the creative imagination.
In this prospect, creative imagination gives room for our mind. This is the opposite of sensuous imagination that feeds emotions which deceive the safeguard of our nafs. Creative imagination, however, does feed our emotion but not to the extent of leading us to do unwanted physical or emotional reactions.

2. It gets you into critical point and gives you solution
We can always choose to read for leisure. But as readers, we always want something more. A critical point is a space for intellectual discussion. When you read something, there's something more to it but what is it? Often when I read, I find myself the question concerning my life. "Why did he do that?", "How could she do this!?", "What now?". And often too, these questions reflect the questions in my mind. When it reaches the mutual agreement between you and the author through these questions, we need answers. The book now has the responsibility to give answer through the stories. The answer is important. It either create solutions or creates more problems. Hence, that's why authors need to project good ideas in their writings.
"A book that kills should not be published."

These are my two points of view. Reading novels can always be beneficial and it doesn't necessarily leads us to 'berkhayal', day-dream, or hallucinating. All we need is a good book.

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Nafs - Nafs (نَفْس) is an Arabic word occurring in the Qur'an and means self, psyche ego or soul.
Belletristic - having a purely aesthetic function
Didactic - intended to teach, particularly in having moral instruction as an ulterior motive.

Midnight's Crisis

How fascinating midnight, for I was indeed in my timely motion, thinking of what I be in another 10 years. Time of time - just another sour taste of life with no subtle slot to find, with the least of intelligent, itself and acknowledging his stance. And so I too was here, taking thinking tools to create a versatile and profound foundation of me, trying to lose anxiety and fear.

"What am I for?"

"Why am I like this?"

"Where will I be?"

"How will I be?"

"Who will I be?"

Strike 2, a glazing from a dimming light had knocked me off these questions. Wait! This I found quite interesting. If I could be knocked off, I too could go back to where I was. Speaking existentially, the question of where will I be, with it, here I am! and I will be in my dream too! Then, I took my blessing disguise to create myself in an empty and free dream. Free of reality, I guess so.

I saw myself in there. I was sitting, of fresh but sullen dreamland, quite cozy, oh catly cozy. Yes! I thought I should have a thousand of cats. Then, came them, a thousand of cats, wiggling tails at me, how surreal. One sat on my dreamland and I asked him, while I pet him, of how lucky he being a cat! With a mind like mine, I had no regards of being a human. I was afraid of this, I hated that, oh I liked this one, but I can't have it - because people hated it. So, I had none of what I want then? I thought so. But you? You're just a cat. Let a human lay his hands on you and pet you as if there's no jungle of notes to discover! As if, as if there's no river of doubts to clean! No midnight's crisis! You're free from these questions!

And he looked at me. Like a panther with black veils but almost like a lion, angry one. He said,

"Have you not been eating good spicy chicken shawarma at Farouq? Kid, I've been trying to find good foods for my kittens since yesterday. Think again."

Oh, you witty mindful cat. I am sorry.

by AmirullahZul
2.30 pm
Saturday, 14 May 2016

Dingin Malam Ini

Dingin malam ini
saat ketahuan detik akhirnya
jarak tinggal sejenak kelip mata.

Dingin malam ini
bukan dingin menyenangkan
tapi membunuh ruang dimensi.

Dingin malam ini
hanya mampu aku cari
jauh terlihat dalam cerminan dimensi
saat hangat kamu hilang dari dakapku.

by AmirullahZul
12.15 am
Sun, Mei 8 2016

Rangga, Cinta, dan Kita

"Lebih mudah menyintai semua orang dari melupakan seseorang." (Rangga, 2016) #AADC2

Rangga, Cinta, dan Kita

Adakalanya Rangga,
cermin kritisnya tanpa Cinta
Tapi hatinya selamanya menyintai.

Adakalanya Cinta,
jahat menampar sang pujangga
tapi hatinya masih menyintai.

Adakalanya cerita yang berbeda itu
ada masanya terdinding menjarak,
dan sadisnya Kita alpa
yang punya kata yang sama
hanya kerna Cinta dan Rangga
bukan Kita lagi.

Tapi aku masih pasti dengan Kita,
walau bukan detiknya lagi,
aku yakin, ruang untuk Kita
masih ada.

by AmirullahZul
2.00 am
Fri, 6 May 2016

A Tale of A Demon Whisper

Speak to me none or 

Speak thou to my demon

Speak not of what we both for but

Speak for what we shall burn next

Speak as long as they speaketh 

Speak as we silent them unbreathed

Or if thou canst not, I shall whisper to thee

how to speak to my demon, my angel.

by AmirullahZul

6.30pm

Sun, May 1 2016

The Crow and The Pigeon

"Are we The Crow or The Pigeon?"

As the clock strikes ten, in my usual Monday blues, I have my morning rush to Romantic and Victorian class - a usual routine. The class starts at 10, yet there I am in my room, still packing up my things hastily. As soon as I'm done, I'm off to class.

I take the usual road, the same path every single day, and everything is the same - the day is fresh, the sun laid bare, cats in Mahallah Farouq having their regular yoga stretch, crossing the road seems fun, the busy ECONS Cafeteria and busy human, all in all, everything is the same as usual.

Then, I reach the Peace Ground and I look at one place where the pigeons eat in the evening, and they're not there yet. I remembered giving them foods like breadcrumbs, crunchy oats, sugary buns and other kinds of bread. The pigeons, although in groups, are very insecure. I can only give them foods but never have the chance to pet them, or at least play with them. It has been a while since I last feed them and I could have stopped for a while and give them some. But I was late and I guess they're still sleeping. No pigeons in the morning.

As I pass by the ground and The Grill Cafe, at the compound in front of the library, there I see, an unusual sight. Honestly, it is pretty unusual to see a kid playing with one crow. While her father looks at her from a distance, the kid poses funny actions and the bird watches her as if she was entertaining her and the crow stays to watch. I am still looking while taking my steps slowly as much as I can so these eyes can see that memorable sight.

As I walk away, I can not help myself. So, I turn 360 degrees to take a last glimpse of them playing together. Bless by God, I capture the best moment then. The kid takes her head closer to the head of the crow and almost kiss it. The Crow, surprisingly, stays and tilts its head, just like Toothless tilts his head to Hiccup to honour their friendship. It is spontaneous, cute and adorable, yet in my truest sense - honest and loyal.

I hope I stop at 180 degrees turn but I can't. I wish. So, I walk hastily again to class and I ask myself- why does the crow stay when she has offered nothing valuable but poses of funny actions? Yet, the pigeons fly away from me even though I give them foods?

If I have more time to contemplate this, I would stay in the library and I could write a critical essay. The crow has the same physical abilities like the pigeons - they are birds. They can fly whenever they want as long as their wings allow them to. The pigeons fly away when I feed them breadcrumbs, and the crow stays but the kid feed him nothing!

I have no answers yet. I am still contemplating. How unusual, the crow is.

by AmirullahZul
7.24 pm
Wednesday, 20th April 2016

Gelap

Mencari cahaya dalam malam tanpa kamu

tanpa sakit, tiada erti yang terlahir

Hanya luka malam berakhir

by AmirullahZul

1.50 am

Sat, 16 April 2016

The Monster Within

Has it come to this point in time
when I vent out all these thoughts
So, let them drive my emotions crazy?

Savage!
I am not a weak mortal.

"Yes, you are.
Caged! Consuming insanity pills
and madness will
take you
in"

Ah, I will not dwell with you again
or if I do, must I come to this point
again and again?

"Yes, you have to.
Released! Throw up
and curse your wills!"

Goodness, forsaken me for once.
I will let you in,
but spare me a sanity tho by a mask,
I will let myself out.

by AmirullahZul
1.05am
Wed, 13 April 2016

A Narrative of An Ugly Mind

Often I revolted myself into several eternal strings of thoughts where seldom priceless pains and anger emerge out of sanity. In great despair, I found myself scrounging connection of minds which I have never attained. The pains and anger molded in an empty mind that clustered with dark pasts, haunting the nights with sophisticated provoking thoughts, killing rationality and mortality.

Quoting from Poe's wisest thought in millennia, "I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity", has made me more or less of a depicted mind of primitive man by anthropologist Franz Boas. I have indulged myself into a constellation of deeper sanity with the rivalry of isolation in the vanity of human relation.

Have I attained imagery minds in the depth of deeper sanity?
"Yes, you have!", said an imaginary friend.

If ever I find myself clueless in despair again, I would escape in the depth of deeper sanity, and that's in dearest thought - of becoming insane.

by AmirullahZul
1.10 am
11 January 2016

Malaysia Transport Safety Board (MTSB) - Malaysian New Hopes 2016

Throughout last year, Malaysia has been shocked with tragic news on transport accidents from all types of transportation, ranging from cars to airplanes. These traumatic incidents have brought challenges and disturbances to social activities. It also affects the national administration, mainly with the death toll climbs, destruction of property and infrastructure, economic loss, and environmental degradation.

These incidents have caused great difficulties to the country at large! The authority sees the importance of having more effective precaution steps, including the implementation of accident investigation, a better and more systematic post-management of accidents, which involves coordination management between the government and bodies of interest.

Therefore, The Ministry of Transport (MOT) together with Malaysian Insitute of Road Safety Research (MIROS) have taken a special initiative and proposed the formation of Malaysian Transport Safety Board (MTSB). MTSB will act as an investigation body that focuses on independent investigations on transport accidents of land transportation, maritime (including river) and aviation.

For the sake of eliminating shortcomings raised in the preliminary investigation of the accidents, MOT and MIROS argued that proposals based on the evidence of the investigation and study are important, in addition to the intervention of the authorities. Furthermore, the government realized the need to establish a specialized body responsible for carrying out continuous monitoring of the implementation of the security features that have been proposed, to address the negligence problems from the relevant agencies and organizations.

Through reports and early discussions conducted by the right authority, the establishment of MTSB will assist in achieving these objectives;

a) centralizing of investigations for accidents from transport sector;

b) improving the efficiency of the investigation process; and

c) optimizing the use of human and financial resources.

MTSB establishment should also be seen as the first step by the Malaysian government to ensure a brighter future in terms of securing transportation safety. This agency will focus on land vehicles while taking into account all modes of transport; including airplanes and others.

As discussed and reported by MOT and MIROS, MTSB will highly benefit the country, due to the business synergies which will be implemented among agencies. This includes the incorporation of different resources and assets in strengthening transport safety.

The government hopes that they will be beneficial in terms of ensuring a better quality of life for the society, by restoring public confidence in the transportation safety of the country. The agency will also open up opportunities for the public who are interested in nurturing talent and skills in innovation and transport safety.

Establishment of MTSB is also expected to increase the number of local and international networks for strategic cooperation in future, in order to provide a medium of information sharing about transport safety.

For more information, do click the following links;

a) Notice on the establishment of MTSB

b) MTSB Bill 2015

c) Khoo, S. (2015, September 29). Liow: Malaysian Transport Safety Board Bill to be tabled next month - Nation | The Star Online.

Phonetics and Phonology, and Islam

Assalamualaikum

Today, I have been thinking a lot on the subject paper I have answered few hours ago for final examination which is ENGL 2040 Phonetics and Phonology. I have been struggling since the introduction to linguistics to understand the basic of phonetics study in which, I concluded as I have reached this phase, very beautiful, easy and very practicable.

For a starter, I am not a student equipped with a foundation in phonetics knowledge. I am directly immersed in this artistic field from an opposite scientific field which is engineering. Hence, why I am struggling in the first place. But that's only in the beginning and later as I progress, it's more and less like calculus with symbols and all, application and a lil bit of basis from other fields.

To understand phonetics, we have to understand the very basic of explanation on how do human produce speech sounds (Articulacy Phonetics), how sounds travel through air and passing sound waves (Acoustic Phonetics) and lastly, how human hear and perceive speech sounds (Auditory Phonetics). Each part of these phonetics study incorporate both biological knowledge and physics concepts.

Yes, to break the stereotype of English studies equal to grammar, or arts as in poetry or drama, this could be an eye opener to other people who don't understand the major studies in English Language and Literature.

Through understanding the anatomy of speech and human speech mechanism (respiratory, phonatory and articulatory systems), the study explains how human create various speech sounds such as /p/, /b/, /u/, /k/, and other sounds as well.

Later, speech sounds produce from the human articulatory system travel as sound waves. Now, physics takes charge! Relatively, we can listen to pitch, intensity of voice, or emphasise stress on any words (prosody!). Through the deeper analysis in acoustic phonetics, each of these items can be analysed and describe to produce physical properties such as frequency, amplitude, intensity and others things that explain sound waves as well.

Lastly, sound waves that travel in the air hits the eardrum of hearer, creating vibration within the muscles and wires (not literally!) of the ear membrane which later creates electric signal passes to the brain. Our magical brain, later, translate, transcribe and understand the signals as words that are understandable in our vocabulary registers.

Back to understanding the study of phonetics, now we all know, to understand phonetics, it takes a lot of different fields of knowledge to create a sophisticated and clear distinguished set of symbols which the International Phonetics Association called as the International Phonetics Alphabets (IPA). The alphabets (or symbols) chart consists of various sounds that exist (or doable) in this world, mostly existed in many languages while some are exclusive to one language, or another way around.

Later, the study of phonetics benefits its sister study which is phonology. Phonology explains how these sounds are used in languages, more of an application in context. Because we all know, each region or social strata may have their own the way of speaking and the ways of pronouncing (accents).

Deeper study enables us to distinguished the differences between American English, British English, Australian English and other Englishes. Not to forget, the exclusive Received Pronunciation (RP) which is also known as Queen's English or BBC English. Now, that's sociolinguistics. The study of phonology also helps in transcribing prosodic features that may explain how intonation, higher pitch, stressed syllable and emphasise stress on words give different meanings.

Many may find that this study is just a hassle but little they know that its application is important in various fields. Phonetics and phonology can be used in forensic field (Forensic Linguistics), and clinical application such as speech-language pathology (Clinical Linguistics). While the analysing skills benefit other branches of linguistics such as stylistics and sociolinguistics.

The study of phonetics and phonology takes the smallest unit of sound as the major principle that governs words, sentences, and meanings. But that's not all. We as human could not define major items or anything at a surface level without understanding the tiny bits of anything from the ground. To understand and apply are what we are into.

But imagine other studies that enable duplication such as biology. Many attempts have been done to duplicate or create perfect clones of human or other living things which end as failures. The ability to create a complex compound that lives with perfect systems assisted with 'ilm and 'aql is exclusive, but to whom?

This returns us back to how we are created, how everything in this world was created back then in complex ways but livable. All is made possible because He is the best creator. As mentioned in Quran [23:14]

Then We made the sperm into a clot of congealed blood; then of that clot We made a (foetus) lump; then we made out of that lump bones and clothed the bones with flesh; then we developed out of it another creature. So blessed be Allah, the best to create!

It is His exclusiveness that creates perfect simple beings through careful complexity bounded with reasons. The smallest act of studying knowledge creates ideas and application. With reasons, it gives purposes to society and ummah as a whole.

That is not all of it but I believe in both small and big things in this world. Minor implication can give major impact to the whole existing system in this world. That's phonetics and phonology for you.

p/s: Thanks to my dearest lecturer, Dr. Zurahani Abdul Rahim for giving endless efforts in helping us to understand the subject.