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Rahmat Tuhan mencurah lagi. Mataku terpaku pada titisan air yang beratur jatuh. Terkenangku betapa taat kepada sunnatullah gravity yang islam. Dalam senyap memuji mengagung Allah setiap detik.


Risauku melihat diri. Megah pohon merendang ubi di tanah kosong. Hidup ilmu melangit namun fikrah sejengkal tanah. Tidak ku rasa Allah berbicara melalui kalamnya. Pintu hati terkunci rapi, tidak terketuk walau bibir kumat kamit melafaz tatkala gelap fajar. Mungkin labah-labah jahiliyyah masih bersarang di ceruk-ceruk kelam hati ini. Ku cuba halau, lari namun bersarang kembali.


Sebuah Persona meluncur laju, terpercik air dari lopak jalanan. Mujur siramannya lemah. Si megah Mercedes meluru pantas meredah runtuhan hujan. Lopak berdasar pasir kering menyiram tubuhku yang sebatang ini. Hairan aku melihat si tua berjiwa kekanakan. Mengejar membanding mainan yang besar dan indah. Berbangga-bangga dengan cita-cita berlainan nilai. Bila iman tidak di paku pada tiang-tiang hati, roboh rumah pemikiran terkorban akhlak.


Alam kuyup dicurahi hujan. Pohon bersujud syukur. Ternakan berkaca mata mengintai rumput segar nun di sana. Orang bertanya. Jika selain Allah, manusia serta jin, semua alam belaka, apakah kisah kewujudannya? Apakah kisah manusia pula? “Semua untuk kegunaan kamu dan binatang ternak kamu” (80:32). Besarnya kisah manusia sekiranya mereka mengerti. Semua tersedia masakan malas bekerja?


Ku dongak ke dada langit tinggi. Sejuk air jernih terpalit di wajah walau mentari membahang di belakang langit gelam. Tidak terlintas di benak hati manusia alam yang tiada pilihan hidup dengan aman harmoni. Walhal manusia nan bebas berfikir geliga saling mengkhianat dan tikam menikam. Alangkah ruginya manusia. Ku percaya. Tentu bisa gerakan alam berlari seiring gerakanku dalam litar deen yang sama.


Tidak cukup jariku membilang usiaku kini. Sungguh materialistic diriku merancang kehidupan hanya sebelum ajal menyapa. Walhal akhirat infiniti tidak pernah ku lakar dalam lukisan masa hadapan. 70 tahun hanya celupan jari di lautan membiru. 70 tahun hanya batu jalanan dalam timbunan delima berkilau. Hadiah dunia bak seurat benang dalam timbunan kain bercorak. Tiada ditoleh Sang Pencipta.

Sinaran mentari dingin ditapis udara lembab. Berkilau butiran air di hujung dedaun melengkap pelangi petang. Bayang-bayangku ganjil panjang ke utara sujud bersama sekalian alam. Membesarkan Tuhan, pencipta diriku dan dirimu. Namun tiada kenal manusia bongkak dan alpa akan minority mereka di dunia. Lantas ku sucikan diri, membasahkan hati, sujud bersama mereka yang sujud.

InshaAllah. :)

Macam macam soalan ada.

Bismillah
Assalamualaikum wbt.

Tiada kaitan, tp nampak smart. Jadi ku letak sekali. 

Janggal rasanya menulis Bahasa Melayu. Tidak pernah entry berbahasa selain Inggeris. Walau bukannya fasih, malahan grammar sesat jauh berbatu, atas dasar belajar di negeri orang aku karang juga. Bimbang kelu bila disoal Australian yang Inggerisnya sepantas formula 1. Tapi aku rasa post ini wajar berbahasa ibunda.

Qiengfei Dio berjalan disebelah kiriku. Seorang pelajar yang tinggi lampai dari China, tetapi lebih mesra menggunakan nama Edward. Kawan pertamaku di University of Adelaide.

“What is your religion”

Tiba-tiba Edward bertanya. Boleh tahan English mamat nie.

“Islam”

“Islam?”

“Seriously you never heard of islam?” terkejut aku mendengarnya. Aku sangka islam itu famous setelah segala riuh satu dunia. Obviously dia bukan islamphobia. Islam pon tak pernah dengar.

“Erk..I thought everyone knows. You know when you see women cover their hair, they are islam”

Itu contoh paling obvious aku boleh bagi. Payah juga aku nak terangkan macammana islam itu. Maklumlah tak pernah ditanya orang. Itu baru soalan macam mana islam, belum detail lagi.

“Are you a buddhist?” tiba giliran aku.

“No. I don’t have any religion”

“Oh, so you believe in what” Soalan pelik aku. Dah no religion, obviously believe in nothing. Hendak ku hentuk aje kepala otak nie.

“I believe in my parents”

*Muka terkejut* Pertama kali aku mendengarnya. Hendak aje aku tanye, “So who created you? How did you exist?” Namun sepatah pon tidak keluar dari mulutku. Kenape?!! Terlepas peluang nak biar dia berfikir.

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Jason, aku dan Edward berjalan di Rundel Mall untuk makan tengah hari bersama. Jason adalah rakan yang ku kenal secara tidak sengaja. Remaja 18 tahun. Seorang ABV. Australian Born Vietnamese
“Are all Malaysian have to cover their hair?” Edward bersuara.

“No, just those who are islam”

“Why do they have to cover their hairs? Is it made up of gold or something?” Jason bertanya dalam Australian accentnya. Sekali sekala sukar aku fahami apa yang dikatakan Jason.

“Well, It is an order from our God. So it is a must. They not just have to cover their hair but the whole body except for face and hands” Sambil menunjukkan pergelangan tangan. Maklumlah aku tidak tahu apa Inggerisnya.

“Well that is a shit. You have to cover the whole body and no one can see it” Jason tidak berpuas hati namun dalam nada mainan.

“No. I think it is the best for them. To protect them, so that men won’t just look at their body”

“Oh man, so I can’t see their body like sexy girls here”

“Obviously from you” kataku didalam hati. 

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Aku, Jason,Arsene,Paul dan Babin berborak di Business Hub sehingga tiba masa untuk lunch.

“Where we gonna eat guys” Paul bertanya. Juga sorang ABV.

“Lets go to Hungry Jack” Sebuah fast food restoran ala-ala Burger King di Malaysia.

“I can’t eat there.” Aku menjawab pantas.

“Why?”

“I can’t eat pork”

“What? Why can’t you eat pork??” Bagai satu question mark jatuh menghempap kepala mereka.

“It’s my religion. I can’t eat pork and drink alcoholic drinks” aku menjawab ringkas. Mahu mengelak futher confrontasi.

“But, you can order chicken or beef there”

“I can’t as well. I don’t know how they prepare the burgers. Who knows they might fried it together and some are mixed.” Alasan yang sehabis logic dan munasabah yang mampu ku bagi selain dari faktor khilaf sembelihan ahli kitab. Sekali aku mention ‘sembeliha’ atau ‘people of the book’ sungguh panjang explaination nanti. Lunch boleh bertukar dinner.

Semenjak hari itu, aku menentukan tempat untuk makan, like a boss.

*Aku tidak pernah mengatakan sembelihan ahli kitab haram. Bagiku was-was & masih ada khilaf. Selagi ada makanan yang conform halal, itu lebih utama*

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Aku, Jason dan Ain study bersama di Hub. Setelah beberapa ketika, aku keluar tanpa disedari Jason yang sibuk mengadap computer.

“You went to pray weren't you?”

“Yup. How do you know?” Agak terkejut aku mendengar soalan yang tiba-tiba.

“Ain told me” Aku menjeling ke arah Ain. I should have known.

“So you pray 5 times a day? Ain told me you have to pray night and day.”

“Yup” Lega aku Ain dah terangkan segalanya. Tak perlu aku menghurai panjang.

“You went to church right, every Sunday?” Masa aku bertanya pula.

“Yup. In the morning”

“So what do you do there?”

“We sing songs and listen to lectures”

“What do the lectures say?”

“I don’t know. I was asleep”

Aku tersengih. “Samalah macam kitaorang” ujarku dalam hati.

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Bulan penuh keberkatan, Ramadhan telah menjelang.

“Let’s go eat” Jason dan rakanku yang lain mengajakku makan.

“Narh, I can’t eat”

“We are not going to eat pork”

“I can’t eat because I’m fasting”

“Ok, whatever” Jason malas melayanku.

Pagi itu aku menghadiri PASS program. Peer Assisted Study Session. Free, open and optional kepada sesiapa yang bermasalah dalam subject tertentu. Andrew, a purely Australian guy ketua untuk Microeconomics.

“Are you an Arab, because your name sound like one” Dia bertanya sementara menunggu kunci dari security.

Hafiz memang sound Arabic to anyone. Tiga suku kata seperti Hafizul sukar disebut. Namun, seminggu diperlukan Jason untuk mengingati namaku. Takpelah, dia special case.

“No. I’m from Malaysia. I’m a muslim” jawapanku padat dan tepat.

“Oh yes. Do you like fasting in Ramadhan?”

“Yup. How do you know?” saja aku tanya setelah sedikit bangga.

“I used to have friends who were muslim too and they are fasting, like a month”

Akhirnya, ade juga yang fahami islam. Aku bernafas lega.

*Di Malaysia, soalan sebegini mungkin jarang kedengaran. So, timbalah ilmu about your Deen sebelum ke negara bukan Islam. InshaAllah mudah*

We all have power, a hidden power. We are power rangers.

Bismillah

Assalamualaikum wbt

*I’m not promoting power rangers*

When we are taking about hiding our powers, superheroes do it better. Superman hides in a small remote town called Smallville, Batman only shows up at night when everyone are fast asleep and Ultraman becomes soo big that no one ever thought he is just one small-skinny alien fighting squad.

It cost nothing but action
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They are different. *Daa...they had this one rare weird power that even I can’t get it* However, we have this special and unique but common power. But, rarely being used especially by Malaysian. *I think they don’t even know they have one...haiya*

I’m a person of few words and some of you are as well. *Just admit it* Meeting new people is the most horrifying moments, even an aunty or uncle could make me pee in the pant. After the word “HI” the awkward moments starts. *Sound of crickets filled the air...criek...criek...How do I spell the sound?!* As if time is passing so slow. A minute is like an hour, an hour is like a day and bla2.... Even worse, if there is even not a single word come out from both of us. It is the moments where I hope my phone ring and nonstop texts make their way to me. *I usually talk to simsimi*

But, this power changes everything. You would be surprised with the power of this power. *Obviously my English is rubbish* It shows it is better than I expected. You’ll never expect what kind of person are they if they didn’t fight back with their hidden powers. Sometime their power might be stronger, but stronger it is, the better.  It brings joy and warmth to the atmosphere. *Please leave if there is no clashes of power occur*

The effect of this power is powerful even it is unseen. On phone, you could feel the greatness of this power that comes through your voices.

Dale Carnegie wrote, this power is one of the ways to make people like you. It is a remedy to win friends and influence people. Even our beloved Prophet encouraged this power as it is rewarded by Allah.

Smile, a simple way to make a good first impression.

Lets us use this hidden power more often. *I challenge you to smile to 10 random people today, if you brave enough. And tell me the result* :) 

Which one, A or B or maybe C?

Bismillah

Assalamualaikum wbt

Well since I haven’t been writing in decades. I'm gonna throw to you a bundle of posts today. *I don’t even know whose bother to read this* but, hope you find this entertaining and useful.

I still remember this one particular question. An IQ question on making the right choice. A teacher once mentioned it and we kept on passing it around the school. With high hope, to expect this kind of question would be asked in interview for scholarships. Did they? *Narh! They never did*

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You’re driving alone in a 2 seated Mercedes on a dessert with sun shining brightly on your head. *Don’t ask me why it is on dessert despite it sound illogic*. Abruptly, you came across three persons stranded in the middle of nowhere that obviously needed your aid, a beautiful lady, an injured guy and a close friend of your father. You can only carry one. Who would you choose? *end*

Well, making a choice is not easy. It is harder if we get confused between the good one, better and which one is the best? One wrong move, you will lose it, maybe forever. In economic term we called it opportunity cost. *Wow, at last my econs is coming handy*simply means sacrificing one for another.

Islamically speaking,

Do we ever wonder, in Islam, if everything has been written in Lauh Mahfuz, *a book where fate of every mankind has been written since his/her birth* why Allah still allows us to make choices in life?

Would it against fate if we made another choice?

It is common to say, life is all about choices. If you choose to be a thief, then a thief will you be. If you choose to be an engineer, an engineer will you be then. *I wanted to be an accountant, FYI if you guys are wondering, if not, nevermind...*

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He is unfair for writing his fate as a burglar or a serial killer?

*I’m not an expert in answering these actually, I’ll call someone else*

“Oh, no mate. Never, we aren’t a robot” my friend spoke.

“He made you choose but you will never overrule the written fate. You are not reading this because it has been written, because you choose to. You can stop reading now and never come back. I’m not gonna stop you.” He added.

One slip of Nescafe went down my throat.

“Can I’ve some mate, a bit thirsty here”

“Oh sorry, where’s my manner lol” I quickly handed him a glass of teh tarik. His favourite.

“Where were we? Oh yes. You see your choice and what was written is matching.”

“How come He know what I gonna choose instantly, I might change my mind in the last minute” I asked as he was enjoying the warm teh tarik.

“He is God. Of couse He knows everything. His knowledge covers everything even before you are born. He knows what you gonna choose. So it is not his fault if you chose to be some bad guy, killing or robbing others. You had the choice initially. 

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I nodded.

“So, in life how do I know I’ve made the right choice?” I asked again

“He provided you with the manual, the Quran. He gave you Prophet to bring blessing and warnings. He left you with sunnah. All these are the source and roots in making choices, orite?” He smiled.

“Orite, cheers mate!” I watched him finished his last drop.

*Oh Allah, please guide me in making the best and right decision*

If it is still unclear, please ask or refer to more complete sources. Eg. Hadis 4 imam Nawawi.

And the answer to that IQ question, you decide.

Rain, rain comes again tomorrow.

Bismillah

Assalamualaikum wbt

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It has been raining since my first day at home. You heard me, after a year, I’m finally backed in Sekinchan! A long lost boy eventually found his way back. Alhamdulillah. Anyway, it appears that the monsoon season is on. Here some facts- it starts around October and expected to end in March. *I overheard it on TV* Yet, I do love rain so much chiefly after the hot sweating noon. It’s like a natural air conditioner that refreshes the air.

My mum went to the market this morning, and she said, “It is rainy season now. So fishermen hardly go out to sea in weather like this. Likely the price of fresh fish has gone up, so I bought dried fish instead” I laughed to it. No doubt my mum knows a bit of economic, on how demand and supply work. “No worries mum, I’ll buy for you tomorrow no matter how much it costs”. However, Malaysia remains untouched, perhaps a year is not as long as I expected. But, the money changed. From paper to plastic with completely a new design and I even surprised as now they have golden 50c coin and lots lighter than the old one. Perhaps one day we’ll see major changes. Hopefully we still live to witness and be part of that revolution.

The water is dropping from the ceiling and mum has to mop the floor when the rain stops. Despite she spend more than thousand to get the roof fixed and replaced, perhaps the work was done recklessly or maybe it was unforeseeable. Nobody knew.

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But, I do know that in life we have to do our best in everything. Never take for granted the works or task given or the result would be disastrous and someone else might suffer. Remember that life is short and time is the most precious treasure we could own. We are only 19 or 20 for once. Our age will continue to grow and no one can stop it. Live a life without hatred and disappointment. People say, let bygones be bygones.  I know someone might feel guilty in his or her life, because of what they did or something that happen because of them. They feel shy to meet someone in person and live a silent life. Remember, good person is the one who learn from own mistake, but better person is the one who learn from other’s mistake. As long as you admit that you were wrong and sought sincere forgiveness, you’re all right.

On the other side of the world, someone might be living in anger and hate. He or she could never forget what happened and vowed not to forgive or meet that person ever again. Yet, everything happens for a reason and do know that they might be immature when that happened. They act without thinking of the consequences. Perhaps, they overlooked. They did what seem right and reasonable at the time. We all know that everyone does mistakes. Plus, nothing good will come out from hating. So lets us learn to forgive and forget. Start building a good relationship and look forward for better future.

*I seriously don’t know how rain is related to this*

Sayonara 2012 and Bonjour 2013!

Bismillah

Assalamualaikum wbt.

 I know you would say this post is a bit too little too late, but nevermind.

Well New Year is already here and I don’t have any closing post for 2012 like everyone did. *A bid disappointing actually* again, nevermind.

Let’s go straight to the point. 

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People now believe in 1 Malaysia. I dislike reading and because of that belief we Malaysian share the same habit. We never read! We rather love sitting next to the window in buses or LRT, stretching our views outside thinking about Malaysian’s politics, planning of what to do with RM1000000 if we have such lots of money, commenting on others fashion like a designer or worse acting like a psychic by guessing what others are thinking. *Well, that are what I used to do before*

But, that was 2012. A year ago. Apart of fireworks, it is an annual norm for Malaysian to make unachievable New Year resolutions. An aim to reduce weight by 10kg end up gaining 11 kg, aim to work harder end up getting bundle of new works, staying up late and went home late at night. Unluckily, some might stick to last year’s aims for the fourth years in a row. I never say having new resolution is wrong, it is highly recommended, especially by me. I myself have a new one. Mine is to start reading. *This is not my last year’s aim ok*

I know changing one habit is absolutely hard. It is like a sole fighter in a fierce battle. *Well, that metaphor might be too much, you surely gonna lose, terribly. * But, it is never impossible. If 47 years old Bosnian muslim can walk to Mecca on foot to perform Hajj in 314 days, I don’t think changing a habit could be much harder than that. I just need discipline, passion and obviously books. *and money to buy books*

So, if you please stretch your hand and like in a movie, ‘let’s join me in a quest of knowledge and adventure’.*I would recommend a book ‘How to read for dummies’ for those who just started and ‘How to win friend and influence people’ for those in advance stage. * Narh, just kidding! Start reading today. You can make a different. Iqraq!

*wish me good luck btw*