FUNNY

Salams,

Kullum am wa antum bikhair.

For the past few days, or maybe few weeks, my posts are completely the copy-paste sort of things. Things that are dearer to me, and I have the highest hopes it will be yours too. I confess, I have no ideas what to write, when to write, and how to write. It seems to me that the ideas have eluded me, and being a passive person, I have no heart to chase it; be it the most important ideas or otherwise.

Please bear with me.

A friend has told me, I have an the influential writing, in which it can affect or wreck hearts. It is the highest honour, coming from an honourable lady. But I beg to differ, I do not think my writing is really inspiring. I write craps most of the times, and idocy for the rest. Sometimes I really hate myself after I post the entry, it shows how worthless I feel to that extend. I dream to be a good blogger, writing experiences that can bring audiences closer to The Exalted, Allah swt. But if I dont really have a good relationship with Him, how could I, the most sinful slave, write things that I do not really do? Owh Allah, I strive hard to be closed to you, please accept my humbling prayers. Please.

I couldnt write. Doesnt matter how worried I am, I still couldnt write. Some concepts are difficult to tie it with the empirical results, it's the analysis that show how far you go in this area. This academic writing really drives me crazy. I know now, I must have a complete silence to do the analysis. Not even a slightest distraction. I wonder, how do Sir Leicester, Lady Durham, and Lady Essex write their papers? They have a far greater preoccupation, yet they are more than able to produce a greter paper. Lazy lady, I am, yes, I admit it. I will be more than understanding once I am in my supervisor's shoe, insyaAllah.

A friend asks me what I am doing for life. Being so elusive, I am reluctant to reveal to him who I am, as in this capitalist world, it is a job that defines who you are, such a beastly concept. And I have received the most shocking reply ever - I hope what you do to bring home the bacon is halal. I nearly die with laughing so hard, literaly I roll on floor laughing my ass off. Astagfirullah, yes, I will try my very best to bring home the halal bacon, so to speak. I retold this funny story to my other friend, she is also laughing her pant off. Goodness me, she replies, you have the most innocent face ever, how could he presume you to be like that? I shrug my shoulders, well, some people. By the way, I do not have the innocent face, ask my other friends.

Do we judge people by his/her physical appearance? Or her/his aura? Or her/his manerism? Or his/her wealth? Talking about love, a friend told me the meaning of love written in the SOLUSI magazine (if I'm not mistaken), it is the reflection of ourselves we find in them. Without being cliche, love is an overused concept, yet we never grow tire of talking about it. Yes, if I love a man, it must be that I love his quality that equal to mine, or the quality that I seek and hope to be mine.

My friend writes: menurut Imam Ghazali, cinta itu ialah kecenderungan jiwa yang amat kuat dalam diri seseorang kepada sesuatu atau seseorang lain yang memberi kelazatan, manfaat dan sangat serasi dengan fitrahnya. Rasanya kita akan menyintai seseorang/sesuatu jika ia refleks kepada fitrah diri. In a sense, kita sebenarnya menyintai diri sendiri. We can love somebody, because that somebody has the quality that reflects you, eventhough you don't have that quality yet.

And she knows why I loved him: because he remains faithful to Allah, even when the entire world is against him. And I really know why she loves him: because he is a fighter, even when he is alone in his war, in his jihad, even when the entire world is against him, he still stands tall, never weavers in his jihad. I know sister, I know it.

THE BREATH OF PERFUMES

Salams Ramadhan,

Salam Penghidup Malam, moga-moga du’amu tiada hijab nya dalam menuju ke Rabbul Izzati, Salam Pembela Agama, moga-moga juangmu menjadi saksi, Salam Pencinta kebenaran, moga-moga kebenaran itu sentiasa melindungi mu, Salam sahabat-sahabat yang dikasihi, yang sentiasa di hati dan tidak pernah mati, semoga Allah swt menjadi segala-galanya untuk kita.

Sudah juzuk berapa Al-Quran yang anda baca setakat ini? Macam-macam kisah berlaku di Teluk Intan, mahu malu atau sedih jua ia bukan satu pilihan. Semasa blog hopping, saya terbaca satu post yang membuatkan saya tertanya-tanya, penulisnya entah siapa tidak saya ingat:

*sigh* I fall in love with Tariq Ibn Ziyad over and over again.

Siapakah pemuda Tariq ini? Namanya sahaja sudah begitu hebat, menyebutnya sahaja memerlukan qalqolah di hulkum. Aura yang terpancar dari nama, membuatkan saya begitu malu sekali kerana tidak mengenalinya, padahal negara yang telah di 'conquer' nya telah saya jelajahi.

Ucapan Tariq yang sangat berkesan hingga kini, setelah membakar kapal-kapal perang beliau, adalah:

"Wahai tentera Islam. Laut di belakang kamu, musuh di hadapan kamu. Maka pilihlah mana yang kamu kehendaki. Kamu di sini hanyalah yatim piatu dan tiada saudara-mara. Tiada yang menolong kamu di sini melainkan Allah Ta'ala"

Kalau mahu versi panjangnya, ia di dalam Bahasa Inggeris, sila rujuk The Breath of Perfumes.

Waduh, ucapan yang begitu berapi-api sekali! Ya, hidup ini bukan pilihan, sekali bertekad Allah swt itu Tuhan Yang Maha Esa, pilihan hidup apa yang terbentang untuk kita? Sungguh! Tidak hairan kalau blogger itu jatuh cinta sama pemuda ini.

Dan post di bawah sungguh lucu kerana ditulis begitu bersahaja sekali. Perlu diingatkan sekali lagi, saya ini aneh sekali kerana gemar sekali melihat sesuatu perkara yang terjadi sebagai lelucon, ya, lucu-lucu sekali hidup ini. Tetapi pengajarannya sangat dahsyat sekali, meggegarkan Arasy, ya, bilamasa pemuda disibukkan dengan dunia, Islam itu runtuh. Doakan saya yang faqer ini supaya sentiasa dirahmati Allah swt, dan diselamatkan-Nya dengan sifat-Nya Ar-Rahman dan Ar-Rahiim dari segala dosa yang akan menghantarkan bencana, baik di dunia mahupun akhirat.

Riwayat ke-2

Se-to-ri of the great history of Andalus. Well, well using my language okey. Its from the talk I listened long time ago. Past 4 years perhaps.

Pertama kali, spy dihantar ke Andalus.

Dia nampak sorang syab ni menangis. Bila ditanya kenapa? Syab tu jawab, mak dia tak bagi dia pergi jihad. Sebab dia belum habiskan hafalan Quran dia lagi. Dan spy tu pun balik, mengkhabarkan, sekarang bukan masanya untuk menyerang Andalus.

Kali kedua, ada lagi spy yang dihantar ke Andalus.

Dia nampak seorang syab ni menangis. Bila ditanya kenapa? Syab tu jawab, kekasihnya telah meninggalkan dia. Dan spy tu pun balik, mengkahbarkan, inilah masa yang tepat untuk menyerang Andalus.

See, tamadun se-gah dan sehebat itu jatuh macam tu je?

Kalau zaman sekarang ni, tengok sendiri pun dah paham. Syabab bergaduh berebutkan ‘perempuan’. Ouh, I’m sorry to say, But I think this is such a ‘very mindless-stupid’ matter. Pekehal? Pekdahnya kome ada ilmu tak reti nak amal ke?

Kalau dah gini gaya, agaknya kan, BILA ISLAM NAK NAIK AGAKNYA?

NUMEROUS NIKMAT

Funny isn’t it, how listening to some songs will transport you into the unbelievably melancholic state and inevitably inviting you to think the saddest tragedies enveloping the current world.

The higher divorce rates resulting from the implementation of endogenous growth theories that view human capital is the utmost importance in generating sustainable economic prosperity thus encourage higher female labour force participation.

Unending domestic violence, in which it stems from the incomprehensible reasons, and the lack of women protection from the state.

Unnecessarily wars and casualties of the innocence.

Child sex tourism, along with the child prostitution, pornography and sex trafficking, is especially prevalent in Asia and Central and South America.

9 out of 10 children in Sub-Saharan Africa are living with HIV.

Famines resulted from the World Bank’s stricture of preventing governments, in particular Third World countries, to subsidize their farmers.

25,000 children die every day due to poverty.

Corruptions that lead to massive amount of nation’s treasures being stolen by the perverted leaders.

The absolute injustice that makes me puke.

And it humbles me that I am being blessed by numerous nikmat.

BANGSA KASIHAN

Kasihan bangsa yang memakai pakaian yang tidak ditenunnya,
memakan roti dari gandum yang tidak dituainya
dan meminum anggur yang tidak diperasnya

Kasihan bangsa yang menjadikan orang bodoh menjadi pahlawan,
dan menganggap penindasan penjajah sebagai hadiah.

Kasihan bangsa yang meremehkan nafsu dalam mimpi-mimpinya ketika tidur,
sementara menyerah padanya ketika bangun.

Kasihan bangsa yang tidak pernah angkat suara
kecuali jika sedang berjalan di atas kuburan,
tidak sesumbar kecuali di runtuhan,
dan tidak memberontak kecuali ketika lehernya
sudah berada di antara pedang dan landasan.

Kasihan bangsa yang negarawannya serigala,
falsafahnya karung nasi,
dan senimannya tukang tambal dan tukang tiru.

Kasihan bangsa yang menyambut penguasa barunya
dengan trompet kehormatan namun melepasnya dengan cacian,
hanya untuk menyambut penguasa baru lain dengan trompet lagi.

Kasihan bangsa yang orang sucinya dungu
menghitung tahun-tahun berlalu
dan orang kuatnya masih dalam gendongan.

Kasihan bangsa yang berpecah-belah,
dan masing-masing mengangap dirinya sebagai satu bangsa.

~ Khalil Gibran