Aku belajar satu benda

First of all,I would like to apologize some of my readers/stalkers who do not speak Malay language cause this post will be in Malay. (Please copy + paste at google translate if you're desperately want to know what this post is all about)

Aku belajar satu benda. Semua yang milik kita (baju,makanan,rumah etc) belum tentu rezeki kita..
Ada 'portions' rezeki makhluk Allah yang lain pada barang kita itu..
Contoh:

Kau beli nasik sepinggan dangan lauk ayam kurma dan sayoq kangkong kat kedai Mak Cik Mah (Bukan Rosmah.). Tengah kau 'feel' lauk+nasik yang berzat dan lazat tu, tiba-tiba seekor kucing bertompok oren hitam datang mengiau-ngiau dekat kau. Dia lapaq dan harapkan kau kutey ayam tu sikit bagi kat dia.

So,kau pun kutey la ayam tu dan bagi kat kucing tu.Ok.setel cerita.
Paham dak?Nampak tak apa yang cuba aku sampaikan?

Hamboih,telioq aku tngok gambaq ni

Kau beli nasik tu guna duit kau.So,nasik +lauk tu milik kau lah kan?Tapi milik kau tu belum tentu semuanya rezeki kau.Ada rezeki kucing tu sikit dekat situ.Nampak tak? Nak contoh lain tak?

Meh aku kasi lagi satu contoh.

Kau kerja dengan majikan dan dapat gaji hujung bulan.Katalah RM1,500.00/month. (Apehal sikit sangat?Dah gov kita corrupt nak buat mcm mana.Orang atas-atas a.k.a kroni ja kaya.So,this coming election make sure UBAH.) Eh,jap aku lari topik pulak.

Kau dapat gaji RM1,500/month. RM 1,500 tu milik kau kan?Tapi bukan semuanya rezeki kau.Kau beli nasi,bayar bil,hutang dan segala bagai,maka nilai RM1,500 milik kau tu telah menrezekikan (wujudkah term ini?) sebahagian orang lain i.e. mak cik mah jual nasik, TNB,Astro dll.Nampak tak???

Dah la malas aku nak kasi contoh lain.Harap korang paham.

So,yang penting sekarang,biar kita dapat rezeki yang HALAL walaupun tak seberapa dan usahalah serta yakinlah Allah Maha Pemberi Rezeki.

*Kutey tu kira cubit/koyak sikit la..Term utagha.

What's going on with my blog?

I've noticed that there is some kind of advertisement on top left of my blog whenever I view my blog.I'm not sure whether it's only 'affecting' me or you could see it too?

It's a nonsense advertisement, sometimes link to a 'funny videos' (as what the link says.Never try to click at the link.afraid of virus etc.)

The question is,how i'm gonna remove it?

Ba-Chik and Pa-Lang

My 3 years of age nephew heard my ummi calling me 'Bang Chik' (as what my siblings,mom and dad call me) and he started to call me Bang Chik as well, with the wrong pronunciation i.e. Ba-Chik instead of Bang Chik.

"No,no,no..You can't call me Bang Chik", I politely told him.

"Follow after me. 'Pak Lang'.Pak-Lang,Pak-Lang,Pak-Lang" I repeatedly saying infront of him so he could 'absorb' the term 'Pak Lang' and hopefully replace it with Bang Chik.

He keeps on mumbling 'ba-chik,ba-chik on and on and I'd almost surrender and giving up on him.

He continued his playing activities as usual and suddenly he came infront of me and uttered "Pa-Lang"..
Hahaha..At last..Though a bit mispronounced it i.e. Pa-Lang istead of Pak Lang, but OK lah..Budak-budak kan..

Kids absorb things very fast.I mean super fast.At one time I walked with my arms crossing (tangan silang kat dada ala-ala Boss) and the next thing I found out my nephew who was 2 and a half years at that time walking behind me with his arms crossing as well.
So,no bad words from now on..Cakap kena baik-baik and of course tunjukkan contoh yang baik kepada semua manusia.eh?

"Children were born in fitrah/pure.Their parents are the one to colour them either to be majusi,yahudi or a christian."

But of course peranan Pak-Pak menakan pun penting.. :)

* Do you have any good stories/experience with your kids/niece/nephew to share with me/us?Please do so at the comment section below. Cheers! 

 

I'm coming home,I'm coming home

Assalamu'alaikum.

I'm 'so called "back" '!!.
wow, almost 2 years I've left this blog.
Reading back some of my previous writings made me laughin',rollin' and of course some hatin'.. :P

Some of my previous post were quite dumb I could say.Seriously they were dumb!! But let the dumbness posts remain just in case people could benefits from that. I hope so..

Anyhow,since I've left this 'world of blogging' i've encountered problems writing in English including growing ideas of what to write and etc.So,I believed this platform could benefits me in some ways and at the same time benefits others insya Allah.

Wallahu'alam.

*Disclaimer: As usual,for those who's been following my blog from the beginning (or not) most of the posts are written spontaneously without proofread.As a result, you might found grammatical errors,spelling mistakes or even post which are hardly understood. - I'm too lazy to recheck all of these stuffs.
  

What the fish?!!

Salam.

I'm having a problem about my night dreams for the past few days.
I had good and nice dreams at the beginning of my sleep but they were a sort of nightmare at the end or in the middle of it. lol.

Yesterday I dreamed  of traveling the whole peninsular via a caravan.If happened you had the experience of traveling via a caravan in certain countries where there are those things you should know that there are pit stop in every (I don't know) miles.You'll need to refuel,rest and get other services there.Like if you're traveling during winter,the pit stop will provide you the electricity for you to plug in the cable for the heater.

It's a nice thing to travel in a caravan.
Unfortunately since I dreamed of traveling across Malaysia,I don't know why or how I've been killed by someone at the pit stop.(though Malaysia never had such pit stop)- I'm dead.

I believed it's a safe place (pit stop)since we never encountered any problems while traveling via caravan across xxx years back.

All of my dreams I could summarize that I was dead at the end of it.
Camping with friends at the beach and setting up camp fire and overnight in a tent is a nice dream to have.The nightmare comes when someone sneaking into your tent and stab your chest with a knife.- I dreamed that incident was happening to me.

I can't help myself to list down all of the nightmares.

Wallahu'alam.

- I believed the crimes in Malaysia which keep on rising from day to day have a major contribution to all of my dreams.
We do not feel secure enough everywhere,anywhere and at any time.The feeling of insecure affected our mind and later affected our subconscious mind.

*As long as we didn't take Allah as our LORD,the insecurity will keep on happening...

3.0 (Three point 'O')

Assalamualaikum

3.0? what's that mean?Well I'm proudly to announce that we're going to organize the next BERSIH 3.0 next week..Ops..Joking.
Oh it's about the next Nasi Lemak 3.0.The most awesome film of the year.
No no no..Not about that.

It's about 3.0 - Too confidence brings nothing but ruin.Yes,that's all about!

I found my MUET (Malaysian University English Test) result slip in my file the other day.Looking at the result made me feel 'silly'. Why?
Let me briefly tell you.

On the day of 'writing skills' exam I was so and too confident.Well,not to say that I got an A1 for my English in the SPM and A2 for the GCE level.These two things keep on telling me that I can easily strike the written exam.

I read once the question and start writing.The ideas and points keep on growing in my mind and I just harvest them with my pen,confidently.

As I walked out the exam hall I realized something.I had wrongly answering the question.
The question asked about the relevance of incorporating the firearm training for the National Service camp.
As I looked at the word 'firearm' I don't know why suddenly the term firefighter came to my mind and my mind starts generating ideas and points for the relevance of firefighting training for the National service camp.Of course it's totally two different things. (Ok take 5 to laugh and cursing me for the 'silly' thing I'd done)

What else I could do at that point?Just praying and hoping that Allah will help me.
At the end of the day,I only deserved Band 3 for my MUET though I've scored so so in other skills (speaking.listening,reading etc.)

For the writing skills,I only got 17 / 75..hahaha.What a shame!
Overall points/marks, I need another 2 marks for me to achieve Band 4. If only I've scored in my writing, I should have received Band 4 or 5..Allah knows best :)

The moral of the story is:
- Confidence is good but never be too confidence.
- Read the question more than one though u've already understood what to do cause your eyes might lied.hehe
- Never ever looking back for the mistakes u'd done but keep on stepping forward and looking for a better future.
- Allah is our creator and He knows best what His creations need and deserve.

Wallahu'alam.

Postponing piddle

Rahim (not a real name)is a young man was driving a car with his friend to Bota Kanan when suddenly he feels the need to urinate..Rahim told his friend about his 'need' and his friend just nodding without saying any words indicating he is listening.
His friend pointing the signboard indicated 'Masjid 500m ahead' on the left side of the road and expecting Rahim to stop by to fulfill his need.

As they come across the Masjid,Rahim didn't stop the car and he keeps on driving. "You said u wanna pee?" asked his friend.

"Yeah,but it's ok to wait and postponing my pee", replied Rahim.
"Are you serious?You could suffer 'coral reef' if you keeps on doing that", argued his friend.
(His friend keeps on lecturing to Rahim about the effects and consequences of postponing the urinate)

After about 15 minutes they come across another Masjid and at this time Rahim stop the car and went to the toilet.

5 minutes later,they're both on the road again.The watch strikes 1.30pm and it's already the time for zuhur prayer.

"We'll stop at another Masjid for solat", tells Rahim.
"No,no,no..It's too early.Maybe we could wait and stop later and perform it when we reached Bota", countered his friend.

"Hmmm..ok la.Insha Allah the time we reached Bota,It's still Zuhur and we could perform it at any Masjid in Bota", replied Rahim,agreeing with his friend idea.

..........................................................................................

Prostrating when we still have the chance.Who knows our soul will still be here later?

This situation seems familiar to us..We only stop at the Masjid to 'hurriedly' fulfill our 'need' as we know the health effects of postponing the piddle.

But when it comes to prayer,we tend to have double standard judgement though we're passing by a Masjid where at that time azan is being called.We assume we could pray later.

The Imam Hassan Al Banna once told us "Whenever you heard the calling for prayer,stands up and perform it in whatever situation/condition." (the 10 Advices of Hasan Al-Banna)

Wallahu'alam...

*coral reef = Batu karang

The Black Dot

A teacher asked his students to take out a piece of white blank paper and draw a small dot using their black ink pen in the middle of the paper.The dot shouldn't be too big or too small.Just so so and should easily seen by the naked eyes.
Just a simple order...
After a while the teacher asked the students what did they see on the paper.Students are eager answering the question and most of them saying that they could see a black dot.Nothing else...

Some of the 'brilliant' students trying to impress the teacher by giving technical answer or I could say 'scientific answer'..

The teacher smile and nodding his head,agreeing with all the answers.

Then the teacher starts to talk;

"It's a normal thing for a normal people to give that answer.Yes,even an adult would normally give the same answer."
Only certain people or the 'chosen one' would answer that he/she could see the white colour on the plain paper instead of the tiny black dot."

Yes,this is what I wanted to highlight here.In reality, this analogy story is exactly portrayed what we like and enjoy doing.- looking for others' mistakes.

The white paper is much more dominant compared to the tiny little dot,but why we tend to see the tiny one instead of the 'giant' one?

Human in nature is bound to commit sins and mistakes.However,I believed that the good things are much more being done compared to the mistakes.
Unfortunately, the thousands of good deeds couldn't easily erased or at least blurring the 'one mistake'.Yet the one mistake is lift up and 'hooo hooo' around and among the people like the hooligans.

To cut short,the good sinners are those who repent and return to Allah and realized the mistakes he/she committed.
As a 'watcher'/ 'observer' no need for us to be judgmental all the time.Who are we to judge people?

Fulfillment of Promises and Hypocrisy

Abu Hurairah (May Allah be pleased with him) reported:

Messenger of Allah (PBUH) said,"Three are the signs of a hypocrite:
1) When he speaks, he lies;
2) When he makes a promise, he breaks it;
3) And when he is trusted, he betrays his trust.''

[Al-Bukhari and Muslim]

Another narration adds the words: "Even if he observes Saum (fasts), performs Salat (prayer) and claims to be a Muslim.''

Riyad-us-Saliheen – Hadith No : 689

"Freelancer"

Insha Allah will be officially off duty soon.I'm gonna resign from being an English teacher and wanna focusing on something else.
Oh,and just got a side job as a 'freelancer' which need me to install sketch up on my laptop. (i'm not going to since already got in the PC)hehehe.

It's still a long way to go and 'oh life,please don't mess up with me'...
Allah knows best  :)

Cheers!!!

Thomas Jefferson

turning point or starting point?

Ok, a bit confused here..

Since I've messed up my life lately,I 'think' (Not really just thinking but still looking for strength to act upon the 'thought') I need to do something.

Err..Should I turn around or start from the very beginning?
Both things has a broad term to be defined and elaborated.
Hmmm..no need to respond to this 'self mumbling' post..

The construction parties..

Though you might laugh and tickled your belly, It's a fact indeed....
hahaha..
*So,you people as the client (those who're not in the construction parties) don't expect something 'wow' cause we have our own expectation too..hehe

Swallow though it's bitter.

Asalamu'alaikum..

Alhamdulillah praise be to Allah since I've managed to finish off reading cover to cover a book entitle "Human Rights and Racial Discrimination in Islam" written by Prof.Abdul Aziz Al-Khayyaat (in Arabic)but it was translated into English by Khalifa Ezzat and Heather Shaw.Oh,I read the Engish version..hehehe. (My Arabic is rusted-and-decayed)

I Just want to highlight short comments/summary about this book (the whole contents) from my two cents point of view;

The way the topic being presented and discussed are absolutely amazing.Easy to follow and the language/words being used are simple and understandable.I would give 7/10 for it. (hahaha..since when we're in a competition and being graded?)

However as a 'layman' I found out that the author unable to put a convincing facts though there are actually lots of evidence inside the book.- not convincing enough. 
Apart from that,the issues arose and discussed are outdated and no longer acceptable.
I'm not under estimate the author's personal judgement on the issues but honestly I could see that he is not judging fairly and there are sort of imbalance judgement and evident.

For an example,the author keeps on highlighting the issue of 'apartheid' which was practiced by the people in the USA in the late 70s.He keeps on saying that it's still being practiced in the US Government,school,law court and etc.Eventually,as I've been 'reading a lot' I could say that the 'apartheid' is no longer being practiced 'legally' by the USA.If there are any,you can't blame and conclude it as a whole Americans' practice since it's only a 'personal/individual' matter.If not,how come Barrack Obama (the American Black) could simply elected and becoming the USA President?

Besides,the author proudly and confidently stated that we (The people of the world)need to look at the middle east where the countries there are the examples and role model of practicing 'free racial discrimination'.

He stated that Arab's countries never discriminate whether in their government or by personal practice.
Wow,I doubt that.I have a lot of Arab friends and we had discussed this topic before and it's totally contradicted with the author's statements.

One of my friends is a Yemeni but he's living in Saudi since he was a small kid.He has little brothers and sisters who were born in Saudi but all of them are denied their rights and services as they are not 'Saudis'. They couldn't enroll into public university or even receiving treatment in the public hospital.Why?They are Arab but not Saudis.Isn't that 'racial discrimination'?

The author even somehow moving slightly away from the topic where he stressed that Arab women are encourage to pursue their studies in college and university. (He's showing evident that women are never being oppressed in Arab.However,this is not a 'racial' issues but a 'gender ism' issues.)
I wonder why is that women in Arab countries having no right to drive a car then?

Over all,'ok la'..
As a 'layman' I could obviously see the injustice judgement and evident inside the book.
Since all of us know that 'American is our enemy' (as what 'they said' and been perpetuated.As for me,it is not)it is not a good and brilliant ideas to punish them by giving injustice judgement and at the same time proudly picturing good images of the Arabs. (I guess it's vice versa)

*As a professor,the author need to tell the truth though it's bitter for the Muslim world to swallow it rather than hiding the factual things. ('Berpijaklah di bumi yg nyata')..

Wallahu'alam..

I dunno why..

I don't know why,but honestly I've changed..
I'm not the same person 6 years ago.Or even 2 years back.

I used to be 'serious' all the time and seldom making jokes with my friends,but not anymore.
I wonder if this is who I am right now,I won't be the most charming school prefect when I was in the high school. (sounds like I'm useless now..Indeed maybe?)

I have no idea and strength to talk something related to 'tarbiyyah' or anything islamic although I used to do so.Hmmm...

I'm happy with with what I do right now??I have no answer for that.
I'm still looking for my identity and it really sucks tough.

O Allah please guide me.Show me the way out..