Rides of the Night and its Observations (What?)

I made these observations in impromptu. All started when I was on my way to KLIA from UIA Gombak.

The night was clear. Half moon and stars filled the sky. The trees, they were all waving at me, bidding me goodbye. I looked back and it was a splendor semester I have ever had and as it ended, I must go back home.

At the bus stop near Farouq UIA, I waited for a bus, and a bus, empty and on rest, parked right in front of the bus stop. The sound of working engine meant that I might get my ride soon (at least what I thought). Unfortunately, it left me a few minutes later. Sigh.

According to my time, I have 25 minutes left before the last train takes off at the Gombak station, 11.45pm, as stated in the website I have searched. There was no time for me. Minutes passed and I have to decide. To wait for a bus? I rather not. I requested a Uber ride instead.

After 7-minute waiting, a car approached from afar, beaming its light and giving a signal to park on the side of the road, in front of the bus stop where the bus had parked. I got in and introduced myself. To my surprise, the driver was also an UIA student.

We have a talk. We were both engineering student, I left the school, though. He stayed and extended for 3 semesters. I reminisced the day I studied all the mathematics and we denied we enjoy it but in the end, it was fun and challenging. What made him stay even though it was a rough sail was that he has to do it. I observed his stiff voice. He was talking about his friends graduating from the university, leaving him as they embarked on another phase of life - working and getting their own money. The stiff voice, that was what I have had a few weeks ago within me when my friends graduated.

We arrived at the LRT. I left him a joke to leave UIA asap and it's boring to stay there any longer. In my heart, I prayed for his best.

With only one passenger, the train left the station.

At 12 am, we arrived at KL Central station. Bad news. The last bus took off from the station to KLIA at 11 pm. I asked around and a taxi driver suggested me to take a cab instead. Midnight price and high fixed price? Not a chance.

I bought a ticket to KLIA2. There were not many passengers and it was a pleasant rest. I woke up later arriving at the bus station in KLIA2. I went straight to the counter to buy a ticket for a transit to KLIA by bus. RM2 by right. Sadly, no transit bus available after 12 am and I have to wait until 5.30 am for the first trip for the day. If that's the case, no problem for me. The problem was, however, when you have a concerned father who was afraid that you might miss the flight due to these casualties, waiting for hours for a transit was a bad idea. I have no choice.

I went outside hoping for a miracle. As if He listened and responded in no time, a transit bus arrived. It was past 12 am and I was surprised. Maybe luck came to greet me like an old friend again. I talked to the bus conductor and asked if the service was still on the roll. The answer shocked me. A yes and no would probably best suited my dilemma. Yes, the bus shall give me a trip to KLIA but no, sir. No for an overpriced trip. He charged me RM10. I believed if taxis would do the same too.

In the end, I requested a Uber ride again.

This time, an old man with a clean black Proton Preve. He greeted me as I entered his car. His name was Uncle A (let's kept it anonymous yea). A 50-year old man from Malacca who lived in KL for most of his lifetime. A government retiree. He told me that age greeted him like an old friend. You thought it sounded bad, no? A lucky I have yet to meet.

He retired 3 years earlier, rest for a while, bought a new car, and became a Uber driver. I asked him why did he make the choice? As a government worker, you can easily get a lot of benefits. In a time of economic crisis such as this year, we all need a secure job. But this was not the deal for Uncle A. He chose to end his career, leaving his office earlier, to have his own job that he could control. Basically, Uber was it. He could do it in the morning or at night, and his working space was not limited. He could drive anywhere upon his customer's request. When I asked how he felt, he seemed to enjoy it at the moment. He felt energized and relax at the same time.

And at the same time too, we found ourselves at KLIA. I paid him a fee and I bid him farewell.

My observations were simply impromptu. But I could see a fine line between these people - all were motivated by money. Their social variability and psychology shaped their reasons but all led to gaining their own income. I claimed no justification for the overprice fees imposed on me, I leave them as they were. People have reasons. All of them - the engineering student, the taxi driver, the bus conductor, and Uncle A, they all have reasons. In all cases, I was depended on my money too, like them, and I was particular in choosing my rides.

Where does these impromptu observations lead me to? What does it teach me?

The economy is one of the basic aspects of human life. Human depends on the economy to survive, to keep up with a dynamic life they build, to not be statics or too slow, else they will be left. (and all the buses left me because I was late!)

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.

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

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

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.

Flower and Wind

Once, there was a woman, standing on top of a hill every day. She had a beautiful white flower she picked daily on her way there through the valley.

On a windy evening, the flower she held blown away by a strong wind. Luckily, a man grabbed it and returned it to her.

He confessed that he liked her. She liked the man too. Since that day, they enjoyed the view together.

Days passed, and the man had to go as he spoke his cries to the woman. The woman gave him the flower and told him to take it as a gift. A gift that would suffice his longing when they're apart.

The man had nothing to give. So, he told the woman,"Stand still and feel the wind blowing. That means I'm missing you from afar."
and they bid farewell.

Months passed, the man came back. The woman, however, had married with another. She told her, the wind stopped blowing somehow and afraid he wouldn't miss her anymore. She was unsure, but she had to make choices.

The man was sad, leaving as soon as he gave her back the flower that had wilted and turned gray.

by AmirullahZul

Future: A Winding Road

Assalamualaikum and greetings, young hearts!

On the 1st of April, 2015, Good and Services Tax (GST) has been officially implemented in Malaysia. All registered businesses may charge 6% GST on their services/goods/products.

Of course, there was no guarantee that GST implementation will receive local supports. It's natural that people do not want to pay extra money for tax. Paying less would be better. As for me, I say, taxes are important. Although, for this one, the implementation was a little bit not okay. The system has yet to find its place in this country.

However, worst comes to worst, we have to deal with it for now. Though, I found few have given up in Malaysia due to this. Frankly speaking, this is not

Milkshake and Smoothie

Assalamualaikum and greetings handsome and gorgeous people.

In a sunny Friday after Friday Congregational Prayer, about a week ago from this date, me and my two roommates were waiting for our Oreo Milkshake at mosque compound in IIUM. God, the day was scorching hot, there were many people lining up to buy the milkshake. There were two - Coconut Milkshake and Oreo Milkshake. Well, I chose the latter. Come on people, oreo!

Anyway, while waiting, I was wondering if we(me and my roommates) could have a blender of our own in our room and make some milkshake. Ehem, of course, I was just saying. Fahmi, who is happened to be very creative, thought that it would be a very good idea too! The next thing I know, when we have a week of midterm holiday, he sent us a picture of unused working blender in his home. Welp, looks like milkshake all the way this semester to me.

And that's how we managed to make milkshake and smoothie, and fear not, we men are brilliant chefs! 

I've shared few photos on my Twitter and Instagram. Few people asked for the recipes and I know it's obligatory for me to share it. Before that, there are no unique ingredients used because we got the recipes from the Internet. We did make some changes, a little. 

So,

With the love of banana and apple, today, I will share my recipe of healthy fatty yummy milkshake and smoothie.

First, choose either one, Milkshake or Smoothie. Obviously, the milkshake needs milk while the other doesn't. 

Secondly, choose your fruits. Banana, orange, apple, pineapple, and more! Be creative, baby!

Third, ice or no ice. If smoothie, I like it without ice. Milkshake with ice. Anyway, depends on you.

Fourth, to go nuts or just simply blend. Add anything. Add honey, chestnut, ice cream, and etc. Just don't go abroad. No chili sauce, mayonnaise, flour- just no. 

Fifth, satisfied? Then blend. One thing I learned from my mom, you don't blend everything in one go. What I mean is, switch on and off for few times, and you can save your blender for generations. That's just additional tips. 

Anyway, here's some lovely photos.

Oreo Milkshake

Banana Apple Smoothie (Healthier version, not so sweet)

Yummy delicious Banana Apple Smoothie. Sweet taste and lip-smacking one.

All of these steps are just guidelines. My theory, you can make anything as long as it's acceptable to the people you want to serve. Of course, taste and presentation are two important qualities. But love comes first in cooking. Just like how mothers cook for their children. :D

MISI Broga Expedition

Assalam and greetings people.

Not normal for me to update my blog after months, days and nights of unattended blogging quests. Which means, today I'll tell a tale of me and my club-mates, ditching our morning kiss of comfy bed and set a journey full of chemistry and physics. Just kidding bout those science subjects. But we were in a great chemistry! 

Anyway, the journey to Broga Hill *ba dumm tss*

There were 10 of us; 9 in a car, 1 on a motorcycle. On a blissful Friday morning at 4.30 am, we went to Broga Hill at Semenyih from IIUM Gombak. I drove big car for the first time in forever. *play Anna's song here* It was a heart attack for me. I don't like big car.

Anyway, we used GPS since none of us know the exact route to Broga Hills even there were 2 among us, have been there before. As expected, I blamed the GPS for creating confusion, thus leaded me to a strange path. We're lost. But there's no giving up yaw, and of course, there's no other choice. We have to follow the GPS. 

Alhamdulillah, after quite hell of bumpy ride, we've arrived at Broga Hill around 5.10 am. All safe and sound! After du'a, we set our quest to retrieve the ring of Sauron.

Like a romance story, there are no story without a hiccup. One of our mate felt like she need a rest. Apparently, this young lady didn't have enough sleep beforehand, plus not having his meal too. Ouch. We were a bit in dilemma, either to pursue the dream of 'My Precious' or to return and come again later. One of our mate gave her the motivation she needs, and also a bun to give her an energy kick. 

This was made as her motivation. A better view if she keeps on moving forward. 

Around 6.30 am, we stopped and performed our Subuh prayer together. Yeay! Who says you can't have a journey full of bless and tranquil? 

Not sure bout the timing. After Subuh picture. A view from our pit stop.

The pit stop was not a checkpoint, rather a spacious place for us to rest and pray. Anyway, inside joke. After the girl performed her prayer, she said, she felt a little bit more relaxed. Then someone replied, sujud more! And I laughed. I don't know, it was a simple joke but not so joking. Well, a bit lah. Okay fine, I was the only one who take that as a joke hahahaha.

The first checkpoint was quite near to the pit stop. Just a few step ahead, we're there! 1st checkpoint, accomplished. 3 of us needed some rest, so they stayed. Another 7 continued to conquer the 2nd checkpoint, which was also the last one! 

Journey to 1st checkpoint.

Huzza! 2nd checkpoint conquered. Alhamdulillah. After those struggles, really, we made it! The views were MashaAllah. Really beautiful, much awesomeness, felt like I wanna flip hairs, but I don't have long hairs.

6 of us, another one enslaved as photographer. Lol.

From the highest checkpoint.

I guess they found a monkey, which is me. 

 

Here's a selfie for you. 

We all need peer support.

 

9 of us w/o Teha.

There you go. A journey made possible. Anyway, remember the ring of Sauron? We didn't manage to get it. It was the sunrise that we wanted to see the most. But the sunrise we built among us are far much brighter and beautiful than that. :D Much kisses from me.

Thanks!

Post Counseling

Assalamualaikum and greetings.

Before I begin my short and long writings, may I take this brief chance to wish you readers Happy New Year 2015. Year 2014 has passed and a new chapter begins, waiting to be designed by creative and innovative architect, modeled by young minds of engineer, write by hands of writers, and of course, you and me!

Now, let's continue from there. 

For the past few days, I have been in depression and developed high level of anxiety due to a recurring event that was not intended. I missed my examination paper. It was frustrating, as I have it written down, alarm set and yet I overslept. 

Because I don't want depression to eat my emotion from the inside, I went to get myself a counseling. I have it prepared but something happened, and I accepted that it was my fault. Something in this world is beyond our control. It was written, fated in another way, it teaches us. Allah has put us in a jumpy ride and feed us with tests, and I was reminded by Him. Sometimes, we need an alarm to wake us up.

Nevertheless, I love this subject very much. It's Expository Writing subject and definitely, I don't want to fail it. In advance, I have written an appeal letter and sent it to the deputy dean. I'm waiting for a response; perhaps in the beginning of next semester. I need your prayers, hoping that my appeal is accepted. 

With this, I assure you, either results - yes and no from the deputy dean, I will be Superman. A no won't make me feel sad. Well, of course, a bit but I'll be strong. I'll phoenix my way up and burn a grade A for that paper! 

Bismillah and Ameen.

So, pray for me? *wink wink* :D

The New Beginning

Assalamualaikum and greetings to my fellow readers, 

including my own imaginary readers. 

Today marks the 5th day of my class as a new student. Some of you probably knew me as an engineering student before, but that was past. A past that taught me well, but I beg to differ them as a moderate logic thinker. So I followed my new dream to a new adventurous place, fresh and lite, more fun and more excitements. 

Bachelor Degree of Human Sciences (English Language and Literature)(Honours)

*clap clap*

Hey, thank you supporters. 

I made big damn hard decision back then.

Anyway, aside of this. I would like to promote my first article as a freelance journalist, InsyaAllah, in IIUM Today News. 

I wrote an article for Fit Malaysia event that was held on 7th of September 2014. Yes, I attended the event and ran for 5KM FitMalaysia Run, Zumba, few medical check up and many more. You can read my article by clicking this link. Once again, thank you. #FitMalaysia and never go back.

So, chop chop everyone. I'm totally gonna score all of my subjects, get a scholarship, take minor in mass comm, get good internship, recognize and acknowledge, get a good job and marry my cat lady. 

Arigatou minna-san!

Prayers and Dramas

Assalamualaikum and greetings fellow readers.

How's your third day of fasting in Ramadhan? Well then, write it down and keep it in a journal. 

Here, I have a story for you. A story of a lil kid learning how to pray.

When I was in pre-school, I was a kid and I don't know how to perform Subooh prayer the right way. Well, probably because Subooh has du'a qunut. That's all, but it was a big deal to me.

Clearly, I was following blindly. My dad performed solat sunat qabliyah for Subooh and I followed. I was confused, as I thought that he's doing his Subooh prayer, but no. Plus, why did he pray by himself? He should pray all together, with the whole jemaah in the masjid. 

Straight to the point, I put my hands on prayer, while reciting Al-Fatihah. 

Few minutes later, the bilal recited the iqamah, and everyone completing the saff, takbir and performed their Subooh. Now, I'm worried. Cause, I had my Subooh just now. That's what I thought. Heh.

Few days later, I told the story to my ustadz in school and asked him. Giggled with his hand covering his mouth, he told me what'd happened. =_=

Why do I have to tell you this story? 

Nowadays, there are so many videos in Facebook, videos of people praying, the way that they have never seen before and wrong, or that's what they think it is. 

The problem is not on their prayer, entirely. 

Instead of approaching them, we record and post it on Facebook 

with a caption, 

"The fastest prayer I've ever seen"

"What is this? Syiah"

"Look the way he did his rukook"

and more!

Now, you think it stops here? People will comment and share. You know the rest, it's all collateral damage. A continuous thread of hatred, and ignorance.

Alhamdulillah, during my time, nobody recorded the way I did my Subooh prayer, well maybe because nobody cares about Facebook, Twitter or Instagram. Hahaha. It's a shameful memory of my childhood, but I learnt my lesson.  

Happy fasting. Salaam Ramadhan Kareem. :D

Love Ourselves

Assalam.

I would like to quote 3 lines from a poem written by Derek Walcott. 

"You will love again the stranger who was your self.

Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart

to itself, to the stranger who has loved you."

Mind is a great tool for human. Use it in compliment with brain. Brain owns by a body. So, who has full control of a mind?

The brain's master.

Just Another Programme ^_^

Assalam.

Dah lepas beberapa hari program di Simunjan, Sarawak. Ingatkan nak update terus bila sampai rumah, tapi tak sangka pulak penat badan, pening pening sikit. Aku pun, goyang kaki. Anyway, here's the update.

Ini sedikit details mengenai program tersebut.

"PROGRAM BENGKEL SOLAT DAN PENYAMPAIAN SUMBANGAN SOLAT BAGI KAWASAN ULU SIMUNJAN 2014"

Lirik Hidup?

Assalam and wassup manusia sekalian?

Yes yes... Agak lama dah aku tinggalkan blogger ni tidak berisi selama beberapa bulan. I've been through ups and downs yang expected dan parah berdarah menyakitkan aku. Oh nevermind that.

Aku sekarang cuti umum sedunia. Lebih dari 4 bulan, insyaAllah. Aku harap tak lebih dari tu. Sebab aku rindu UIA. Aku rindu fountain yang berkali-kali kena renovate, kucing dalam bilik, muka pakgad makgad hensem cantik dan garang, kedai ice-cream, sungai dan biawak, mimieow, Mahallah Bilal, kelab dan kehidupan, dan sebagainya. Okay fine dan rakan-rakan kesayangan - Izzat, Iqbal, Caeng, Kimi, QiQi, Ammar, Izzul, Ustaz, Zul, Wan, Marwan, Paan, Syamim dan lain-lain sekali la. Penat aku nak mention korang. Hahaha

I miss everything. Dan sudah pasti aku rasa

Resipi Ice Cream

Assalamualaikum and greeting lazybums.

Yang rajin jangan terasa. Hehe.

Okay hari ni, aku nak share satu resipi yang simple. Kadang-kadang petang hari, cuaca panas. Kalau ade benda sejuk untuk dimakan, mesti best kan? Here it is, recipe creamy ice cream! Actually, recipe ni ade dalam internet. Tapi dalam post ni, aku nak ajar korang jadi creative. Yeah!

CETAM '14

Assalamualaikum and greetings people.

First and foremost, before aku mulakan travelogue yang tak berapa nak penuh dengan adegan travelling ni, aku nak ucapkan ribuan tahniah kepada team Cultural Educational Trip And Mentoring 2014 by residents of Mahallah Bilal and Mahallah Ameenah of International Islamic University Malaysia. Thanks juga sebab menerima aku, yang bukan committee and suddenly popped out of nowhere, and terima aku jadi adhoc committee. Aku pun budak bilal jugak. :3

Okay, sedikit penerangan. Kali ni, dorang nak buat baktisiswa dan educational trip to Sarawak from 14th January til 18th January of 2014. Program ni kolaborasi antara

The Black Map

The Black Map

A blurry scenery,

Unclear,

As if it's out of my sight.

A blocked path on my way,

No sign,

And I'm walking backwards.

This map, it's pitch-black,

A reflection of me.

Oh, I'm hardly breathing,

And now I can't see,

Tomorrow's me.

by AmirullahZul

Please let me change my programme with ease. :'(