tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88063741298368635872024-03-14T21:50:09.598+08:00The Voice Within: by Xiet EnigmaI write about random things. some are good, some are rubbish. Because, I am an ordinary and absolutely normal human being. Xiet_Enigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09017263017301097002noreply@blogger.comBlogger69125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806374129836863587.post-59651320363708465552012-01-24T06:48:00.000+08:002012-01-24T06:48:05.848+08:00The status of a muslim woman<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><b>When she is a DAUGHTER, she opens a door of Jannah for her father,</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><b>When she is a WIFE, she completes half of the Deen of her husband,</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><b>When she is a MOTHER, Jannah lies under her feet</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><b><br />
</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><b>"If only everyone knew the status of Muslim Women in Islam, even the men would want to be women" - Sheykh Akram Nadawi</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">- Credit to Daughter of Ibadallah via her FB status</div>Xiet_Enigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09017263017301097002noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806374129836863587.post-56956237052530494802012-01-20T01:16:00.000+08:002012-01-20T01:16:31.996+08:00Sorry for the prev commentsDear friends,<br />
Kepada sesiapa yang pernah memberi komen kepada blog ini semasa saya menggunakan IntenseDebate software, semua komen anda tidak dapat diselamatkan apabila saya menukar setting blog ini kepada setting asal (original setting)...<br />
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Semua komen anda amat saya hargai. Sedih sebab tak dapat nak mengekalkan komen2 tersebut (kenangan kan).<br />
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Harap maaf :((Xiet_Enigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09017263017301097002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806374129836863587.post-4796562495487871902012-01-19T17:36:00.000+08:002012-01-19T17:36:58.568+08:00Perigi cari timba - Hinakah?<div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="muslimah %photo" src="http://www.zawaj.com/askbilqis/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/muslimah.jpg" width="600" /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Sudah menjadi lumrah di dalam soal percintaan, kaum Adam dilihat lebih terkehadapan di dalam meluahkan perasaan, sedangkan kaum Hawa yang sinonim dengan sifat pemalu, lebih biasa menunggu dan mendiamkan diri berbanding meluahkan perasaannya kepada si teruna.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Di dalam sesebuah perhubungan yang baru hendak dimulakan, si gadis biasanya lebih selesa jika si teruna yang memulakan dahulu. Takut dilabel sebagai 'perigi cari timba' atau 'perempuan rendah akhlak dan harga diri', kadangkala si gadis lebih rela jika dirinya diulik tanda tanya dan teka teki. Maka hati pun menjadi gundah gulana dan jiwa menjadi tersiksa. Lagi-lagi jika si teruna seolah-olah memberi 'hint' yang positif. Lumrah sifat wanita, memang suka berfikiran banyak. Tambahan lagi memandangkan ianya sekadar 'hint' (sesuatu yang tidak pasti), maka takut juga jika ia disalah erti.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Sifat seorang lelaki budiman haruslah bijak mengatur langkah. Haruslah berani memulakan bicara. Namun, tak dinafikan tak semua lelaki mampu berbuat demikian. Mungkin takut jika diri dan permintaanya ditolak, atau merasa rendah diri berbanding si gadis yang disukainya, sesetengah lelaki lebih rela sekadar memberi 'hint' dan seringkali tidak pasti untuk memulakan langkah. Walaupun ianya dilihat tidak 'gentleman', namun perlulah di beri kemaafan kerana seorang lelaki juga adalah seorang manusia biasa, yang mungkin itulah salah satu daripada kelemahan dirinya sebagai seorang lelaki/manusia.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Dan sekiranya rasa sayang itu terbit dahulu daripada si gadis, adakah salah jika si gadis yang memulakannya dahulu?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Teladani Saidatina Khadijah R.A</span></u></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></u></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Teringat pada bicara seorang sahabat ketika di universiti 4 tahun yang lepas, katanya jika sekalipun dia menyukai seorang gadis, tetapi tiba-tiba si gadis itu pula yang memulakan langkah mendekati dirinya, dia akan menolak si gadis itu kerana si gadis dilihat 'kurang sopan', 'tidak malu' dan 'tidak sesuai'.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Maka lupakah pada one of the greatest women in the world, wanita pertama yang mencuri hati Rasulullah - Khadijah binti Khuwailid? </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Lupakah tentang cerita bahawa Saidatina Khadijah lah yang memulakan langkah pertamanya di dalam mengatur jodohnya bersama Rasulullah S.A.W? Maka adakah wanita semulia beliau dianggap perigi cari timba yang kurang akhlaknya dan rendah sifat malunya?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Namun, para wanita haruslah mengetahui cara-cara yang baik untuk memulakan langkah. Bukanlah dengan cara memberi hint-hint yang mengelirukan, atau menggoda si lelaki dengan cara-cara yang mampu mendatangkan syahwat, atau dengan istilah sekarang yang mudah difahami, dengan cara 'tergedik-gedik' atau 'mengada-ngada' di hadapan lelaki tersebut. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;">"Berhati-hatilah kalian daripada godaan dunia, dan waspadailah terhadap wanita, sebab fitnah pertama yang menimpa Bani Israil adalah fitnah wanita" -</span></span></i><strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;">Hadis Riwayat Muslim</span></span></i></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Kekalkanlah sifat malu dan jagalah maruah diri anda sebagai seorang wanita. Menyatakan hasrat hati tidaklah menggugat maruah diri anda, sebaliknya cara yang digunakan untuk menyatakan hasrat itulah yang perlu diteliti. Mari kita contohi sekali lagi bagaimana cara Saidatina Khadijah mengatur langkahnya menyatakan hasrat hatinya kepada Rasulullah S.A.W.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Saidatina Khadijah merisik Rasulullah melalui sahabat baiknya, Nufaisah Bt Munya. Cara ini dianggap lebih sopan dan selamat, kalau-kalau permintaannya ditolak oleh Rasulullah. Nufaisah juga pada mulanya merahsiakan identiti Khadijah. Beliau hanya menggunakan kiasan sahaja. Hanya apabila Rasulullah menunjukkan minat, barulah Nufaisah lebih berterus terang... Proses seterusnya (meminang dan menikah) adalah dimulakan oleh Rasulullah S.A.W dahulu, seperti mana adat masyarakat Arab dan cara-cara Islam sendiri.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Sekiranya seorang wanita itu mempunyai keberanian untuk berterus terang kepada seorang lelaki, maka lakukanlah dengan cara yang baik. Pendapat peribadi saya, tidaklah salah sekiranya seorang wanita itu bertanya secara terus kepada si lelaki, samada melalui orang tengah yang boleh dipercayai, atau secara sendiri (SMS, email, dan sebagainya). Asalkan caranya sopan :)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Dan kepada kaum Adam sekalian, jika seorang wanita menyatakan hasratnya kepada anda, ketahuilah bahawa wanita itu seorang yang mulia dan berani. Dia telah menepis rasa malu yang tebal, dan telah membuat satu keputusan yang amat sukar sekali. Hargailah usahanya sungguhpun mungkin anda terpaksa menolak permintaannya. Janganlah sesekali memperkecilkan usahanya, apatah lagi mengaibkannya. Ingatlah pesanan Rasulullah, tentang menjaga aib sesama muslim.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;">"Wahai sekalian manusia yang beriman dengan lidahnya, (namun) belum masuk iman ke dalam hatinya. Janganlah engkau sekalian mengumpat orang-orang Islam dan janganlah membuka aib mereka, (kerana) sesungguhnya orang yang membuka aib saudaranya yang muslim, maka Allah akan membuka aibnya. Dan barangsiapa yang aibnya di buka Allah, maka Dia akanb membukanya sekalipun di dalam rumahnya" - H.R Muslim, Abu Daud dan at-Tirmidzi.</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">Wahai wanita, sekiranya anda mahu berterus terang dan memulakan langkah pertama, ketahuilah bahawa anda patut berasa gembira kerana anda adalah wanita mulia dan berani. Tidak semua orang mampu melakukannya :) </span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal;"><br />
</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">* beutiful muslimah photo is taken from </span><a href="http://www.zawaj.com/askbilqis/difficulty-fiding-a-chaste-muslimah/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">here</span></a></span></i></span></div>Xiet_Enigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09017263017301097002noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806374129836863587.post-71910053546624049982011-11-13T17:08:00.001+08:002011-11-13T17:08:35.565+08:00Seeking forgiveness from the Most-forgiving<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">Hadith #42 of the 40 Hadeeth Imam Nawawi:</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">What a very beautiful hadith!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><img alt="Hadith 42 Arabic text" height="270" src="http://www.ictruth.com/images/lib/40hadith/hadith42arabic.gif" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" width="400" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal;"></span></span></div><div align="justify" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma; font-size: 1.2em; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">From Anas, <i style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">radiyallahu 'anhu</i>, who said: I heard the Messenger of Allah, <i style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">sallallahu 'alayhi wasallam</i>, say:</span></div><div align="justify" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma; font-size: 1.2em; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"></span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><blockquote style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><b style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ead1dc;">"Allah the Almighty has said: 'O son of Adam, so long as you call upon Me, and hope in Me, I shall forgive you for what you have done, and I shall not mind. O son of Adam, were your sins to reach the clouds in the sky and were you then to ask forgiveness of Me, I shall forgive you. O son of Adam, were you to come to Me with an earthful of sins and were you then to face Me, without having associated anything with Me, I shall grant you an earthful of pardon.'"</span></span></b></blockquote></span><br />
<div align="right" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma; font-size: 1.2em; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">[Recorded by Al-Tirmidhi, who said that it is a good and sound <i style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">hadith</i>]</span></div><div align="right" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma; font-size: 1.2em; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><br />
</span></div>Xiet_Enigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09017263017301097002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806374129836863587.post-73389541997087177612011-10-13T21:24:00.002+08:002011-10-14T11:43:27.774+08:00We talk about friendship<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-US"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5U0c7QcbTE-Uwtk3bFSfKjvfvcFs6SC8kSy2CSTSfa0xg-A1sSYa5c8ckHs3fOvtOqai0N1lvuKN3BZwnjSNx1pMgFCmJELt2K7WSNMX9X_JWJVyvnSaR6EmE_3s9o4KmmSK_kGbjaWs/s1600/friend_pic.jpg" /></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">In my whole life, I believe in friendship. But there was once where I gave it up. Allah had tested me with a ‘wrong’ person in a so-called friendship. But that was years ago, back in my secondary school. Alhamdulillah, when I entered campus life, Allah had given me the chance to meet loads of wonderful people.<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">In a nutshell, I grew by friendship. I treasure amity as I treasure my family. Some time ago, friends had always come first. I’d gone through my teenage days with my friends. I shared love stories and girls secrets with friends. I laughed with friends, and cried with them too. That is why, if you notice, I write quite a lot about friendship in <i>here</i>. <o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="EN-US">That is because in my whole life, I believe in friendship, and I grew by friendship, too.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">I have a theory. The secret of a good friendship, like any other relationship, is love. You know why? Because love holds some kind of super power that able to melt the heart. Love teaches you to be compassionate and forgiving. Love makes you having a big heart and teaches you how to build respect and trust. Love gives you memories. Memories cling. They don’t just disappear. Memories keep friendship alive, albeit after friends go apart. <o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"> <o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">I have another theory. Anyone can never judge friendship by quantity. No matter how many people you have known, in the end, those who stick with you are your true friends. But you can’t be calculative. You stick to your friends even if they choose to abscond. <o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">With friends, you sometimes act like a nanny. A real irksome! That’s because you love them. But when they choose to split up, you’d hush away and wait. When they come back to you, you’d accept them with an open heart. That’s because you love them, too. Thus, you respect their verdict. <o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">With friends, you sometimes act like a child. You coddle yourself in a cocoon of friendship. You take comfort from them for almost everything, even on something a little too trifling. You share stories, even the silly ones, then laugh or cry over each and every of them. You take late phone calls and sacrifice your sleep for friends. But when they choose to walk away and start their new life without you, you'd hush away and wait. And when they do not come back, all you could do is pray and wish that they are just fine. Sometimes in the dark night, when the memories visit, you’d snivel in despair. But that is all. You can’t forget them, never mind to hate them. Coz love binds. And love is all that lingers. <o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">People come and go. Our friends do. But friendship remains, if we never let it go. Every now and then, we smile for the memories we’d kept since the friendship begin. We weep over the pine for our long-lost friends. And always, we pray for our beloved friends.<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">Friends come and go. And you can’t ever stop them from walking away. But it’s up to you to create a further distance or to make it closer. Otherwise, just stand still so that there'll be no place for awkwardness. <o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">As the thoughts about friendship lie <i>here</i>, my own story conceals somewhere in my heart. <o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">Dear my arch nemesis,<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US">I hope you are just fine. I know there is no way you could reach </span><span lang="EN-US"><i>here</i>. And that is all the point. This entry is specially for you. -XOXO-</span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
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Tajuk tu macam promo je kan? Share konon. Share apa? Setakat share feeling2 time tengok citer tu buat apa? :P<br />
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Assalamu'alaikum friends,<br />
Lama tak update belog. Tapi kawan2 lain pun lama jugak tak update belog. Korang update la. Meh kita sama2 update bagi mengubat kerinduan masing2. Hehe...<br />
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OK back to the topic. Sekarang ni kalau Jumaat malam, pukul 9PM, TV3 menayangkan sebuah drama bersiri bertajuk Tahajjud Cinta. Xiet sempat tengok episod pertama tapi tengok gitu2 je. First impression cerita ni tak berapa best. But after a few series terlepas, Xiet berpeluang lagi tengok citer tu pada beberapa episod seterusnya. But still, langkah2 episod...<br />
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Tapi selepas beberapa episod ditayangkan, Xiet dapat tahu yang cerita ni dikatakan mendatangkan kontroversi. Ada sebilangan orang islam yang tak suka cerita ni ditayangkan dengan sebab ia dikatakan mengkucar kacirkan dan memfitnah Islam, menghina wanita berpurdah dan pesantren.... Biasalah kan masyarakat kita ni, kalau ada rumors kata benda2 negatif and berlaku boikot terhadap sesuatu perkara tu, orang suka terus percaya tanpa usul periksa dan ikut boikot... So, untuk tak merasa diri ini pun sama je macam statement yang sendiri cakap, Xiet pun tengok la cerita tersebut untuk beberapa episod supaya justifikasi yang dilakukan lebih adil.<br />
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My personal opinion, overall cerita tu sangat menarik sebenarnya. Plot cerita dan garapan skrip sangat matang. Scene dan penggambaran pun menarik! Cuma tak dinafikan cerita ni boleh dikatakan sebagai 'berat' kerana ia melibatkan perbincangan soal2 agama dan melibatkan penyampaian ayat2 suci Al-Quran dan hadith2 di dalam perbincangan2. Kesimpulannya, cerita tersebut memberi banyak ruangan untuk kita berfikir.<br />
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Persoalannya, berapa ramai di kalangan kita yang mahu berfikir apabila menonton drama?<br />
Persoalan kedua, berapa ramai pula yang bersedia untuk terbuka terhadap cerita2 berunsur perbezaan pendapat dan 'luar dari kebiasaan' genre cerita tontonan masyarakat kita?<br />
Persoalan ketiga, adakah penerbit drama tersebut benar2 bersedia dan mengkaji impak dan implikasi drama yang ditayangkan apabila mengambil kira persoalan pertama dan kedua?<br />
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Ada pendapat mengatakan bahawa cerita tersebut dilihat mencemarkan nama ustaz2 dan sekolah agama. Pada pendapat Xiet, perkara2 seperti ini berlaku di dalam masyarakat kita. Walaupun biasalah standard sesebuah drama tu before start akan cakap <i>cerita ni takde kaitan dengan yang hidup atau mati</i> tapi sebenarnya samada secara keseluruhan, sikit-sikit atau sipi-sipi, keadaan seperti yang digambarkan di dalam drama ni wujud di dalam realiti. Berapa ramai kes manusia yang bertopengkan jubah, tudung dan kopiah untuk menutup kejahatan mereka? Bukanlah mereka ini orang alim, sebaliknya mereka adalah orang jahat yang menjual agama bagi menutup kejahatan mereka, dan perbuatan mereka boleh memburukkan agama.<br />
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Drama adalah salah satu wacana terbaik untuk meleraikan salah faham yang membelenggu masyarakat kita selama ini. Kalau nak mengenengahkan dan meleraikan isu, macam mana nak ditonjolkan masalah tersebut jika watak2nya semua baik2 belaka? macam mana nak menjadi sebuah cerita? Macam mana nak menyampaikan mesej? Maka penonton tak boleh la nak marah kalau watak ustaz tersebut dilihat jahat contohnya. Sebab, memang objektif cerita tersebut untuk menyatakan bahawa tak semua yang dilihat alim itu benar2 alim dan mempunyai kredibiliti seorang alim. Walau bagaimanapun, drama juga boleh menjadi punca kepada salah faham itu sendiri sekiranya strategi yang dilakukan tidak tepat.<br />
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Ada 3 perkara penting ingin Xiet sampaikan dan kongsikan khusus terhadap drama bersiri Tahajjud Cinta:-<br />
1- Cerita berupa 'counter back' macamni agak <i>bahaya</i> untuk dijadikan cerita bersiri. Sebabnya mudah. Tak semua orang dapat tengok cerita ni setiap episod. And memandangkan skrip dan genre cerita sebegini memerlukan kefahaman yang betul, dan tak semua orang arif tentang topik2 yang diketengahkan dalam cerita ni, maka sangatlah bahaya cerita macamni dijadikan bentuk bersiri/episod. Tapi masih boleh untuk dijadikan cerita berepisod sekiranya setiap persoalan yang dilontarkan di dalam episod tersebut, di jawab di dalam episod yang sama....<br />
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Xiet mendapat feedback daripada a few friends yang muslim tentang drama ni. Ada beberapa yang cakap masa tengok tu menyampah dan terus stop tengok. Bukan menyampah pada jalan cerita, tapi pada watak Ustaz Shauki (kiranya Eman Manan memang power la tu. Hehe). And ada jugak yang taknak tengok dah sebab cakap cerita ni confusing. You see, even orang Islam sendiri pun boleh rasa cerita tu confusing and ada unsur2 kontroversi terhadap agama, apatah lagi kalau non muslim yang tengok. Xiet rasa hal ni tak jadi isu kalau setiap episod mempunyai jalan penyelesaiannya. Cuma fahamlah kalau nak tengok dari segi keseluruhan cerita, memang tak menarik dan tak suspen la kalau setiap episod dah ada kesudahan. Maybe itulah target penerbit dan penulis skrip. Nak jadikan cerita tu menarik sehingga ke hujung, tapi mestilah kena tengok sampai ke hujung cerita!<br />
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2- Berkenaan dengan hadith2 yang diambil dan dijadikan fakta hujah. Xiet bukanlah ahli hadith. Dan sebilangan besar penonton juga bukan dikalangan ahli hadith. Maka sebab itu Xiet harap hanya hadith2 yang sahih sahaja dimuatkan di dalam hujah2 mereka. Bukan apa, mungkin kerana kebijaksanaan susunan plot dan garapan emosi, bila Ustaz Shauki berhujah, hujahnya sering nampak kukuh. Dan bila Ustaz Shauki mengutarakan hadith2 dna ayat Quran bagi membela diri dan perbuatannya tu, memang sometimes terasa yang Islam tu memang berat sebelah. Xiet tak pasti samada memang ini adalah effect daripada garapan emosi dan susunan plot yang baik, atau memang hadith2 tersebut bukan hadith yang sahih. Sekiranya memang benar penulis skrip menggunakan hadith yang tak sahih, dan tujuannya memang nak bagitau yang ustaz shauki tu hanya mencedok apa2 sahaja kata2 dan hadith2 asalkan dapat mempertahankan diri dan nafsunya, maka perlulah di kaunter pada waktu/episod yang sama jugak. Tapi sekiranya hadith yang dijadikan hujah memang bukan hadith2 yang sahih dan penulis skrip tidak sedar akan hal ni, memang ini adalah satu kesalahan yang tidak boleh dimaafkan!<br />
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Apa yang Xiet perasan, cerita ni pada satu2 episod memang nampak yang Ustaz Shauki tu memang hebat dan cakap dia sentiasa benar. Memang masing2 watak di dalam berdebat mengeluarkan hujah berdasarkan ayat Quran dan hadith, tetapi Ustaz Shauki yang paling banyak. Contoh kalau dia marah wife dia si Seri tu. Segala macam hujah dari Hadith keluar. Tapi Seri tu membatu je tak melawan. Padahal ada hadith2 dan ayat quran lain yang menjelaskan kesalahan Ustaz Shauki tu....<br />
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And Xiet puji wata Citra yang memang pandai berhujah dan tegas. Watak Citra memang satu watak yang penting untuk menyampaikan objektif sebenar cerita ni. Tapi tiba2 masa Ustaz Shauki cakap Citra tu berfahaman Islam sekular dan takde scene dibuat untuk back up kebenaran Citra dan kesalahan fakta Ustaz Shauki tu, Xiet agak kecewa sebab katalah non muslim tengok cerita ni, or tak pun muslim yang confuse... Tak ke dia rasa oh, Islam yang terbuka dan kelihatan baik macam Citra ni rupanya sekular. Lagi2lah nak lawan ketokohan watak Ustaz Shauki tu kan, memang nampak benar lah label yang Ustaz Shauki berikan kepada Citra tu... So Xiet rasa ini yang membuatkan cerita ni menjadi kontroversi. Sepatutnya pembikin drama ni kena lebih sensitif dan kreatif. Memang tak mudah, tapi dah itu kerja korang kan?<br />
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3- Cerita begini adalah sebuah cerita yang mengajak kita berfikir, bersabar dan tidak melulu menunjukkan reaksi. Bertentangan dengan sikap manusia, biasanya baru 'tercuit' sikit, mula nak melenting. Sebab tu mungkin ramai yang tidak memberi peluang kepada cerita ni sehingga akhir dan kemudian baru kita nilai dan kritik habis2 an, serta memberi teguran yang sewajarnya kepada penerbit dan konco2nya sekiranya berlaku kesilapan. Atau jika nak mengkritik dan menegur sebelum penyudah cerita pun tak menjadi masalah, tetapi biarlah dengan keadilan dan hikmah.<br />
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Kadangkala muslim sendiri yang terlalu cepat melenting dan tidak mahu berfikiran terbuka. Contohnya, bila cerita berat begini ditayangkan dengan tujuan yang baik, tetapi dek kerana kita yang malas nak berfikir dan tidak mahu belajar untuk mendalami lagi ilmu agama kita, drama macam ni pulak yang kena marah dan kena boo. Senang cerita, kita yang tak tahu, tapi marahkan sesuatu perkara yang diluar pengetahuan kita, padahal perkara tersebut tidak salah dan kita yang jahil....<br />
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Xiet tak cakap Xiet salahkan penonton 100% sebab memang terdapat beberapa isu yang memerlukan pembaikan daripada pihak pembikin drama tersebut. Jangan dianggap hal yang dilihat remeh tu tidak mampu memberi impak negatif kepada persekitaran/masyarakat.... Namun, kepada umat Islam, bagus anda prihatin. Tapi cuba kita lihat sisi yang positif kepada drama sebegini supaya dapat kita ambil pengajaran daripadanya. Jika mahu mengkritik, kritiklah berdasarkan ilmu, bukan emosi semata2. Prihatin itu baik jika kena pada tempatnya. Jika kita bandingkan drama sebegini dengan drama2 yang tiada hala tuju, tiada pengajaran yang jelas dan banyak memberi impak negatif kepada masyarakat, bukankah drama seperti Tahajjud Cinta ni lebih intelek, lebih mematangkan fikiran dan lebih bermanfaat? Mengapa kita tidak mengkritik drama2 lain yang tiada unsur2 islamik langsung? (kalau nak cakap pasal isu agama la kan).<br />
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P/S: Apa2pun, I respect watak Citra dalam cerita tu. And cerita ni memang banyak mainan emosi (marah dan geram paling banyak). Jom kita tengok apa kesudahan cerita ni. Then baru kritik lagi. Hehe<br />
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Asyik komen pasal drama/filem, dah taknak jadi saintis eh? Tukar bidang pulak? :)Xiet_Enigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09017263017301097002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806374129836863587.post-5355606123641833232011-08-27T05:56:00.004+08:002011-08-27T06:08:04.550+08:00Oh Allah, please forgive me<div style="text-align: justify;">Alhamdulillah, we've been given the opportunity to perform the Isya' and Tarawih prayers in Masjid Negeri for this past week. And there's one day where Syeikh Sa'ad Sai'd Al-Ghamdi lead the prayers (Imaam). I still remember how bliss it was when he recited the Al-Quran. Memang menusuk ke hati. Bukan sekadar bacaan nya yang merdu tapi mostly because he knew what he was reciting... And among all the ayaah that he recited, there's one that'd made my heart melted and my tears burst. At that time, I wasn't remember the chapter and verse number. I just caught the meaning. Bila balik, I pun cariklah ayat yang dimaksudkan. And it's an ayaah from surah At-Tahrim:-</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #fff2cc;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I'm sinful. And I just hope that Allah will forgive me. and so that I can follow the path of Rasulullah and the sahaabah. And so that I can be with the believers in Paradise.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">P/S: How's your last phase of Ramadhan this year? How's preparation fot AidilFitri? Feel free to read my previous entry about Hari Raya: Sunnah ke tak amalan kite.Kalau nak baca click </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://xietenigma.blogspot.com/2010/09/adengan-1-syawalsunnah-ke-amalan-kite.html">sini</a></span><br />
Sekian terima kasih :-)Xiet_Enigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09017263017301097002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806374129836863587.post-56588034038403099582011-08-22T17:20:00.003+08:002015-11-28T14:46:14.131+08:00Hayya bil 'arabiyyah @ TV Al-hijrah<div style="text-align: justify;">
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Cube baca tajuk tu mengikut lagu tema hayya bil 'arabiyyah dalam radio IKIM.FM. Hehehe...</div>
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Do you know about one new islamic channel named TV AL-Hijrah? Xiet dapat siaran tv ni a few months ago but the coverage was very bad. Tapi sekarang dah cantik dah...</div>
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I should give pujian to those yang mengusahakan dan menjayakan siaran ni. Why? Sebab ia adalah satu alternatif channel yang sangat bagus. Banyak memaparkan cerita-cerita bercorak pendidikan samada secara direct atau indirect, terutamanya pendidikan agama Islam. Lagi-lagilah bulan Ramadhan sekarang ni kan. Banyak la kuliah2 ilmu disiarkan. </div>
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Sejak mengikuti siaran tv Al-Hijrah ni, Xiet perasan pemilihan drama2 dan filem2 nya lebih universal. Ada beberapa cerita yang ditayangkan datang dari negara timur tengah. Ada juga dari negara sempadan, mengisahkan kehidupan masyarakat Islam di sana. After all, all the dramas are worth watching. Pendek kata, dapatlah kita tonton cerita2 yang luar dari kebiasaan kita. Dapat juga belajar cultures mereka. Sungguh umatnya Islam, tapi cara hidupnya, culturenya berbeza. Menarik!</div>
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Cerita2 bersifat discovery pun banyak. Antaranya tentang siri The Sign of The Creator by Harun Yahya, tentang sejarah saintis2 muslim, dan macam-macam lagi lah...</div>
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Paling Xiet suka, ada banyak cartoon yang bersifat mendidik seperti cerita tentang kisah2 nabi dan surah2 di dalam Al-Quran. Sesuai untuk kanak2 macam Aaron Houdd. Mostly in English pulak tu. Terbaekkk!</div>
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And ada satu perkara yang best untuk diri Xiet sendiri, iaitu boleh sharpen Arabic. Ada beberapa siaran memang dalam Bahasa Arab. Sangat lah sesuai untuk otak Xiet yang dah berkarat ni belajar balik bahasa Al-Quran tu.</div>
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Masa sekolah menengah dulu Xiet boleh faham dan bertutur sikit2 dalam bahasa Arab. Cuma Bahasa Arab skema la (fushah). Bukan bahasa pasar ('ammi). Yelah, belajar kat sekolah pun kan Bahasa Arab fushah. Dulu masa sekolah biasalah budak2 suka hafal karangan kan. Tapi Xiet tak suka hafal. Kalau exam, perah la otak sampai kecut untuk buat karangan sendiri. Tak kisah la kelam kabut pun, tapi Xiet suka buat sendiri supaya boleh meningkatkan bahasa itu sendiri. Walaupon mungkin hasilnya, Xiet tidak mendapat sebuah karangan yang baik. Namun Alhamdulillah, masa SMA form 4 pun result tak mengecewakan. Dapatlah <i>Jayyid jiddan</i>. Lagi beberapa peratus sahaja nak <i>Mumtaz</i>, dan oleh kerana pada <i>batch</i> tersebut tiada pelajar yang mendapat Mumtaz, maka Xiet telah menjadi antara top 5 di dalam sekolah pada tahun itu.</div>
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Lepastu masuk U, ambil bidang Sains kan. Confrim2 la tak de sepatah perkataan pun menggunakan bahasa Arab sebagai bahasa perantaraan. Time tu masih menebal lagi kecintaan dalam Bahasa Arab. Time tu masih boleh dengar Mona Jasman (Ikim.Fm) membebel2 dalam Bahasa Arab. </div>
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Tapi lama kelamaan bila dah tak praktis, makin luput la skill memahami and bertutur dalam bahasa tu. Yelah, macam bahasa lain jugak, B.Inggeris misalnya. Kalau lama tak cakap kan bila nak cakap tu mula la kurang confident. Vocab pun lari entah ke mana...</div>
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Terakhir Xiet test power adalah hujung tahun 2009, masa tu Yusuf Qardawi datang Masjid Negeri. Masa tu Xiet pregnant Aaron Houdd 6-7 bulan. Memang ada translator tapi Xiet berusaha untuk faham direct dari beliau. Herm... memang rasa berkarat la time tu sebab dah tak dapat faham semua. Dapat faham sebahagian aje.</div>
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Sekarangni, dah semakin jarang sangat membaca, mendengar atau bertutur dalam Bahasa Arab. Paling2 pun time recite Al-Quran and hadith je. Tu pun, kebanyakan hadith dah senang dah. Ada translation english or malay lagi...So tinggal time baca quran je lah. </div>
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Perkara paling Xiet suka tentang arabic ni adalah memudahkan penghayatan ketika solat dan membaca quran. Memang satu bonus yang tak ternilai harganya! Bila baca quran tak payah la sikit2 tengok translation. Dulu boleh la, sekarang ni sayangnya dah tak macam dulu. Masa terawih pun sedih je sebab sekarangni secara keseluruhan, Xiet hanya boleh faham dalam 20-30% je kalau Imam baca ayat2 yang Xiet tak familiar and tak hafal. Teruk kan?!</div>
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So sekarangni memang perasaan nak belajar balik bahasa arab sangat menebal. Lagi2 bak kata hubby, kena prepare la kalau kena lepak 'sana' lama-lama, kenala tau bahasa depa. Takla rasa susah sangat. Huhuhu...</div>
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Xiet bercita-cita nak ajar Aaron Houdd Bahasa Arab jugak. Tak rugi. Kalau kita boleh belajar Spanish, French, Mandarin, Korea, etc... So why not bahasa yang boleh menambah kefahaman kita di dalam mempelajari Al-Quran, dan juga membantu menambah kekhusyukan di dalam solat... Kan?<br />
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Xiet_Enigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09017263017301097002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806374129836863587.post-68940986533553899822011-08-15T16:03:00.006+08:002011-09-08T17:06:13.132+08:001Malaysia: A chain is no stronger than its weakest link<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEverjPH8JdKEczfedu-F0-Vd4BG5iSU7MSWRPwodIEfRr7a0hqY0MXvzRumHI6jQ26eI7lYnpFbNmymQhJ02UavACnVNsaMM-X9pLqNJLmlTEEm7zi9OG3HfyCwURtgZZuswh4Dl4uxs2/s1600/voice_of_user2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEverjPH8JdKEczfedu-F0-Vd4BG5iSU7MSWRPwodIEfRr7a0hqY0MXvzRumHI6jQ26eI7lYnpFbNmymQhJ02UavACnVNsaMM-X9pLqNJLmlTEEm7zi9OG3HfyCwURtgZZuswh4Dl4uxs2/s640/voice_of_user2.jpg" width="590" /></span></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">ehsan google</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">What happen to the world nowadays? Am I being stupid all this while? Or am I too slow to digest the reality? So many conflicts arise nowadays. Mostly are political related!<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Never mind about the world today. Let us narrow the scope. Let just focus on our beloved country, Malaysia. What happen to Malaysia nowadays? Have you noticed?<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">We’ll be celebrating our 54 years of </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Merdeka </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Day (Independent Day) end of this month. It’s a half century of journey, a long way have passed by. It’s an age of a wise, mature man who embraces millions of life experiences, if we could transform this into human form. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Living in multiracial cultures for 54 years should signify living in harmony. It should be like living as a big family. If a married couple achieve pure understanding, tolerance and deference by these long years, so should Malaysia. If we can accept differences in each of our siblings, than we should’ve accepted differences among races. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">But personally, I think Malaysians are not mature enough to live in multiracial country. I don’t </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">see</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"> respect in a real mean is truly employed in our life. I’m not talking about being racist. Racist at some points are obligatory. It’s our nature to become racist and protect our own race and religion. Whoever ask me to stop being racist, I think he is out of his mind... and hypocrite. If you are not racist, others are. So you’re implying a dream philosophy.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">What I want to bring here is the way we cope with other races. We should be fair despite races and religions. We should learn about other’s cultures than only we can show respect towards them. How can you respect others if you don’t know their cultures? For instance:<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">1)</span></span><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span dir="LTR"></span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">You say you respect Indians but you </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">ta-pau</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"> them meat for lunch? <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">2)</span></span><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span dir="LTR"></span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">You say you know Malays well enough but you invite them for liquor party. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">3)</span></span><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span dir="LTR"></span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">You’ve been friend with many Malays but you still unaware that adultery is prohibited in Islam and so you offer him a sexy chick. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">4)</span></span><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span dir="LTR"></span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Or you (Malay) insulting the Chinese for eating swine as filthy and disgusting as the swine<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">5)</span></span><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span dir="LTR"></span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">You live in an Islamic country but you complain about the Azaan (prayer calling)<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">6)</span></span><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span dir="LTR"></span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">You scold the Chinese for eating in public during Ramadhan but aren’t they are not supposed to fasting so why scold them? <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">7)</span></span><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span dir="LTR"></span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">You panggil the India as Keling in front of them, purposely to insult them.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">8)</span></span><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><span dir="LTR"></span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">You just can’t tolerate each other and keep pointing fingers at each others’ cultures or beliefs.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">That’s why it is so important to learn and know about other races. We don’t have to agree to their beliefs, fair enough to at least take note on main issues, so that we don’t cross the border in our says and actions.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">I was raised in a village of Malays as majority. I obtain my education in Islamic schools. I don’t have many non-Malay friends. But that’s not an excuse for me to not learn about other races, because I am Malaysian.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">I went to the churches to learn Christianity. It was one of the best moments in my life because I’d got the chance to learn other religion from its believers, <i>in</i> their sacred place. I’d got the chance to join some of the ceremonies, eat the food they’d prepared and talk about our beliefs for a change. From there, I met a few Chinese and Indian friends too. Hence, I wasn’t just learning Christianity, but I’d learnt mixture of cultures as well. The moments were wonderful because it succeed to show our respect to each other. It’d portrayed real harmony. If some of you readers by now have taught I was tried to be converted, you are wrong. Learning other religions has made me appreciate Islam even more. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Alas, that situation is really rare in reality. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">“Knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom”_Aristotle.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">This simple quote from Aristotle holds big meaning. I love the idea that we must first know ourselves before we know others. We must show respect to ourselves before we demand respect from others. By all means, we must be honest for who we really are, and portray honesty in front of others. Honesty... is another difficult thing to do. Because honesty against hypocrisy. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">We often fail to make others respect us and vice versa by denying the real facts (the truth about our races, religions and cultures). We are not ready to open our heart to admit those facts. We are not ready to have an open discussion. Therefore we fabricate issues. Later, we claim them as sensitive issues. As it happen, someone has to apologize and the issue will be closed unsettled. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Some issues are real sensitive. Racial issues are among the most popular. I don’t think we should let the issue sealed unsettled. By doing this, we let our multiracial country in danger. If no fair explanation and justification is made, everybody will hold grudge by the misconceptions and sooner or later, it might explode! <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">But there are so-called sensitive issues with no fundamental sentiments at all. There are either came from some depraved political parties for their stupid political games, or by some groups who’d been so long avoided to see the real facts. This kind of so-called sensitive issues are mushrooming the upstream media. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">I hate when politics interfere racial issues because consequently we won’t get to know the truth. When they say they want to settle the issue, they often make it more revolting! It’s either they are ignorant to see the later impact could jeopardize our harmony, or that is their actual target- to jeopardize our harmony for their personal objectives. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">I did mention that Malaysians are not mature enough to live in multiracial, multireligious and multicultural country. But the fact is, we are living in one country, and we've been living with this for more than 54 years now. So let’s work together to achieve harmony in this country. Don’t get oversensitive by the propaganda done by some irresponsible groups, and say NO to the politicized racial issues!<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">P/S: Please accept the fact that each of our races has weaknesses. If you fail to accept your weakness, and rather fabricate them as sensitive issue, you are living in denial....<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">P/S 2: The most common claims- Melayu: Pemalas, banyak mat rempit and penghuni teramai pusat serenti. Cina: </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Kiasu</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">, selfish and tak reti respect orang. India: Samseng, pandai cakap tapi tak pandai bikin... Betul atau tidak, kita sendiri boleh tau. So tak guna kita overreacted terhadap benda macamni. Yang penting, proof to others that we are good people :P</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">P/S 3: Terselamat lah bangsa2 lain. Hehehe</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Xiet Enigma</span></span></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;">Shah Alam</span></span></o:p></span></span></div>Xiet_Enigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09017263017301097002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806374129836863587.post-41608266802964995232011-08-04T19:27:00.000+08:002011-08-04T19:27:17.060+08:00Pesta Ibadah a.k.a The festival of worshipWhat, nak lagi self reminder for this ramadhan?<br />
Tapi nak yg stylo2 yang highly motivated tapi jugak yang rilek2? (banyak cekadak)<br />
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OK2. Jom tengok yang ni pulak.<br />
two versions are available. both are awesomeeeee! ngeheee...<br />
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P/S 1: Don't just watch and smiling dude. Let's improve.<br />
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Malay version<br />
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7KS3iqtDsKk" width="560"></iframe><br />
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English version<br />
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wk_5KWYezPc" width="560"></iframe><br />
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P/S 2: Feel free to read my previous post reagarding ramadhan. Please click <a href="http://xietenigma.blogspot.com/2010/08/berlemah-lembik-ketika-berpuasa.html">here</a>. :PXiet_Enigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09017263017301097002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806374129836863587.post-63631131774145822662011-08-04T16:05:00.001+08:002011-08-04T16:06:26.232+08:00I LOVE YOU Ramadhan by AimanAzlanSo busy this Ramadhan huh? Yeah, yeah... So many things to catch up on life rite? Time is shorten by the traffic jam, the preparation for <i>iftor</i>, the taraweh prayer...<br />
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Don't have time to feed your soul with tazkirah, ceramah and all?<br />
All right, all right....<br />
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So let brings tazkirah <i>here</i>,<br />
Don't worry.... it won't take long. I bet its worth your 9 minutes 5 secs.<br />
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It's a good reminder for us especially during this Ramadhan... And I think all the points fit us all the months. So let's try them this ramadhan month and <i>inshaAllah</i> keep them up the other months as well....<br />
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KEY POINT IS : PATIENCE.<br />
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Happy watching lads! :D<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jame Al-Asr Mosque, Brunei Darussalam. 17/7/2011</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Xiet_Enigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09017263017301097002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806374129836863587.post-11199092458787529042011-07-30T16:46:00.006+08:002011-07-30T19:07:23.233+08:00A visit with a bestie<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJYuZqqYdIjbUfVvI-Nksn7B-gthNhcDlPQZbUcvHF6h2f99rCUV4l9JokT7N38aSze898nV8GDBTXBs40FB4orKh-u847LPPYU9uhqn1R8tLcEFtymsiZfQ9a_7ISJn1mF8B3t2t6ukMv/s1600/IMG_2170.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJYuZqqYdIjbUfVvI-Nksn7B-gthNhcDlPQZbUcvHF6h2f99rCUV4l9JokT7N38aSze898nV8GDBTXBs40FB4orKh-u847LPPYU9uhqn1R8tLcEFtymsiZfQ9a_7ISJn1mF8B3t2t6ukMv/s640/IMG_2170.JPG" width="550" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Hi there,<br />
OK, how to start? where to start?<br />
Seriously, lately I have no motivation to write about anything in my blogs. Many things to share, but no desire to write.<br />
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So, I choose to write something light and easy....<br />
Two days ago, I went to my sis's nest. I call it a nest because that's where she's been hiding from the sun for quite sometimes. A very nice, neat, nest. (how about that, a new tongue twister huh?)<br />
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Since I have not meet any of my 'alien' bestie for quite sometimes now, and I am so long for having silly discussion with them like we used to do back in our undergraduate years, so yes, that meeting was something I really looking forward to... And as expected, it came with great avail... I mean, the discussion, and the severe headache. :P<br />
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Two important things I want to share about the visit are an open discussion we enjoy doing the most, which I can say this culture is something I hardly find just anywhere, and the friendship that I treasure from the first day it began.<br />
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Talking about the discussion. Yes, we may discuss about any issue with anyone. But who can discuss about sensitive topics like race, politics, khilaf in some religion issue (mu'amalah issues) etc. freely without hesitation? Of course with your friend rite? And what kind of friend would accept being disagreed against his/her opinion with an open mind and no heart feeling? Of course the friend whom the relationship is created with love and compassion. rite? I respect those who can agree to disagree. Those who can have serious disagreement in the discussion, but later, after the discussion would have tea together, laugh and share life experiences just like usual. And Alhamdulillah, I have been given the chance to know such human. Such friends.<br />
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One thing I remember in the discussion, we talk about our future plan. What would we do in the future? Where would we be?<br />
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And we have come to one thing: No matter what we do, where we are, it's good to have us together every now and then for some discussion like we always have in the past, so that whatever we do for living, we don't stop thinking critically and being productive. Yes we can read, we can watch from tv, we can gain knowledge one way. But with two way process like discussion, we can gain more, and most importantly, we can check whether our belief is on the right path, and our principles are correct. It's a good check and balance process though.<br />
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It might be something we over-do and over-love... Syok sendiri la tue. But it's a good tool to sustain a friendship. Even if some issues couldn't have solution right away, but at least we have good time together. And that is fair enough :-P<br />
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I'm looking forward to meeting my other alien friends; one of them is in Hulu now, playing with monkeys and tigers. (Hikhikhik. Jangan marah na)Xiet_Enigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09017263017301097002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806374129836863587.post-52035463502311647032011-07-14T01:25:00.008+08:002011-07-20T10:05:48.248+08:00Something worth reading (for truly Malaysia)...trust me!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"></span><br />
<div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">OK. I know this is quite a long entry. a serious one though. But trust me this is something worth reading. how do i know it? because I'd read it. </span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">As an intro, I was reading one of my sis's latest </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">entry</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> when i later discovered this article, linked by her. Her writing was inspiring enough, but that linked article lit up the mood even more.</span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">FYI, I was there during the BERSIH 1.0 rally. I wasn't there for the rally. I just couldn't remember why my hubby and I were there that day. The only thing I remember is we went to SOGO and few other nearby places. </span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And at that moment, I was shock by the keamanan of the rally. It was first, started in peace. Ramai orang, but takde yang mengamuk sakan koyak2 baju or baling2 batu. But then, everything changed when the police spread the gas pemedih mata, out of the blue!... Although we were already out of the area when chaos happened, but we can still see it clearly....</span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">For the BERSIH 2.0... I takde langsung any intention to join. I am really sick with suck politics here in malaysia. I have no heart to take part in anything anymore... I totally don't agree with those who bring along their kids to the rally. I am a mother. I would never support that. My kid is my whole priority. I don't support the fanatics either. But I am more against the brutal made by one side to terror the other side. I got agitated every time I watch buletin utama and any other news yang memperbodohkan minda orang. I get angrier with those who are easily influenced by one side source, yang ternyata berat sebelah. </span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But this girl (the writer of the below article) is awesome! She has strength to ascertain her stand. She has taken all the courage to be herself, holds her own stand with the decision she has made meticulously, wisely. thumbs up! </span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img alt="http://sgstb.msn.com/i/92/F4F531B094EDAB7E9134C681440.jpg" border="0" height="267" src="http://sgstb.msn.com/i/92/F4F531B094EDAB7E9134C681440.jpg" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-bottom-left-radius: 3px 3px; border-bottom-right-radius: 3px 3px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-color: initial; border-left-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); border-top-left-radius: 3px 3px; border-top-right-radius: 3px 3px; border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 5px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-top: 3px;" title="http://sgstb.msn.com/i/92/F4F531B094EDAB7E9134C681440.jpg" width="400" /></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><strong style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I went to the rally as a spectator. I returned a believer. And I had ice cream with the FRU.</span></span></span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><em style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">By Charis Ding</span></span></span></em></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">I went as an individual rather than as a supporter. Whenever asked throughout the day, I told people "I just wanted to see what’s going on". And that was the truth.</span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">In the weeks leading to it, I was undecided whether to support the rally. Right up to yesterday I couldn’t decide. But I knew I didn’t want to stay home or watch from a distance. I didn’t want to just follow the news online. I had to see it with my own eyes. So I decided to do a walkabout, and I thought perhaps it would take being there to help me make my stand. And so as I was there I considered myself an observer – a reporter.</span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">The police presence at the Pasar Seni area was overwhelming. In front of Central Market, four or five blue trucks in a row. Tension on the streets. It was eerily quiet. On Petaling Street, I walked past a small sized aunty in a yellow shirt (: I overheard her words to a few young boys around her – "We must stay united" she said - "that’s why we must wear yellow, to show we are united". I smiled as I passed.</span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">I saw that the flower shop was open and bought a bunch of daisies.</span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">There was tension in the air, the sense of waiting for something to erupt. At Masjid Jamek, there were more policemen than civilians. I took note of their batons, their weapons. The air was oppressive. I caught myself seeing the men in uniform as the antagonists – weren’t they on the other side? But then I realized they were supposed to be our friends. It is their job to protect people like me.</span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">I sat with the other people from various media. On the side of the road leading to the stadium, huge intimidating FRU trucks were lined up. POLICE barricades. After a while hanging around, I decided to wander across those borders. Some of the police, leaning against their truck, looked straight at me. I smiled, they smiled back. Phew. I walked by a bunch of intimidating looking FRU people staring at me. Right across the road from Dataran Merdeka, I stole a picture of one of them leaning on the back of his truck. He called me over. We chatted. </span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">It's tough, he said. They’ve been here and there all week, hardly with any sleep. Staying watch to make sure everything’s alright. Sometimes they sleep in the trucks. They were there until the wee hours of the morning yesterday, and came back early in the morning. If he could, he’d rather just have a quiet Saturday, stay at home, watch TV.</span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">I nodded because I understood.</span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">I spoke from my heart – it shouldn’t be this way. We should all be friends … we are friends.</span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">Apa nak buat? There is always a chance of those who will cause trouble, he said. Don’t hang around here, he advised. It's not that safe today.</span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">A motorcycle tried to pass, carrying packages in plastic bags. Not wanting to distract him or get him into trouble, I took my leave. Told him to jaga baik-baik. He said "nice to meet you".</span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">I started back across to the other side. Halfway, I came across a bunch from the FRU surrounding an ice cream man, buying ice cream in buns. "Ais krim!" I kinda exclaimed. I was beside myself. "Ambik lah", they said. "Which one do you want? Cornetto?" Just realizing that I had pretty much imposed upon them to belanja me ice cream, I said – "Takpe takpe, saya beli sendiri".</span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">"Takpe, bayar sama sama" – one of them said. They insisted I pick one.</span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">"Where you from?" – they asked in English. "Here", I said – "saya orang sini saje". They laughed, "oh, ingatkan orang jepun!"</span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">As we stood around with our ice creams, they asked me who I was. Did I come for the rally? "saya cume seorang gadis biasa" I said. They found that very amusing. "jangan-jangan ada t-shirt kuning dalam beg tu".</span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">I laughed – "tak de lah…".</span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">Then what was I doing there? "Saje mau tengok", I said. "cume ingin tahu".</span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">"Baguslah tu", he said. "But you shouldn’t hang around today, it might not be safe". I asked them, "Apa khabar?". "Ok", they said. A bit tired, they hardly had any sleep. Ada rase tension? "Tension tu, sikit-sikit mesti ada lah".</span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">We finished our ice creams, and I said goodbye. "Jaga diri", I said. "Jumpa lagi".</span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">I just had ice cream with the FRU.</span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">Right after I crossed the barrier there was a commotion and the media was running towards where I had just came from. They were apparently mobilizing.</span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">About twenty minutes later, I was in the middle in front of the Maybank Tower with the throngs of people on my right and the FRU line on the left. The crowd had just gathered, they weren’t even moving forward yet. The FRU shot water cannons. It was unprovoked. Then the gas came. When it hit, I couldn’t see, I couldn’t breathe. And it hurt. I grabbed some water from my bag and washed my face with it. I covered my face with my baju. In the chaos, one, two people offered me salt. "Makan", they told me. It really helped. I crumbled and sat on the corridors for a minute, eyes and nose watering. </span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">I got up and kept walking, now amongst the people. Some looked me in the face, Chinese ladies speaking in Mandarin, Malay men in Malay, they seemed shocked and concerned. I must’ve looked a mess. "Are you ok?", they asked me. I tried to smile and nodded.</span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">Soon, people started running. From a distance I saw the men in dark blue chasing the marchers. So many of them. People were running down the hill slope at the Maybank Tower compound. Nowhere to run, they jumped down the hill from some height, scampering across the streets.</span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">I ended up in Pudu, watching the marchers and listening to their shouts of "Hidup Rakyat!". When we had to run later, at one point it was tricky to escape and we had to climb a railing at Pudu station. In the huru-hara, the man beside me, instead of just climbing up himself, was yelling to his friend – "Tolong amoi ini dulu!" He seemed more anxious for me than he was for himself, or even I was for myself.</span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">Then it started to rain, and I thought – God Himself has intervened.</span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">Once more, I had brothers who were concerned enough to ask me if I was ok. I followed the crowd and met some young men who had come all the way from Pahang for this. We ended up in front of the Chinese Assembly Hall, where a huge crowd had gathered. The police formed a human barricade, arms crossed, and barbed wire at the entrance of the road just a short distance from the Stadium. A. Samad Said came and talked with the policemen. Such a frail man, but so strong.</span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">We sang Negaraku … and we sang it from the heart.</span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">We dispersed soon after. I heard someone asking others to kutip sampah before we left. Retreating, suddenly part of the crowd broke into a run. There was a big group of police chasing from behind. Just as soon as we wanted to run instinctively, others said jangan lari … bertenang. Relaks saja. And we all calmed down again. It was like that the whole day – anytime there seemed to be a chance for rowdiness or chaos or violence, the people themselves would calm each other down, keep things in check.</span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">Meeting up with my friends who were in the KLCC group, we exchanged stories. My friend Jagadev was at the frontline. He had been hit by teargas seven times that day, and he has a battle wound from where a canister hit his leg. But the bulk of what we spoke of wasn’t of hatred or anger – but a sense of passion, of new hope, and of solidarity as a people.</span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">"It seems we’ve got pretty decent people", I mused as a passing comment. I didn’t know how true it would turn out to be but it was immediately confirmed.</span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">So many stories. My friend, caught in the rain, had a Malay man hand her some papers for her to cover up from the rain.</span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">Hit by the full brunt of the tear gas, Jagad, along with a few others, stopped to help a man who had fallen down. He was heavy, too.</span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">When someone tried to shout, incite others and burn a Patriot t-shirt, the rest immediately stopped him, silenced him and removed him from the group.</span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">We are a decent, civilized people. What we experienced that day - Malaysia. </span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">Later on at dinner with a different group of friends, the conversation was about our nation. This was rare. In the fifteen years I’ve known them, I don’t think we’ve ever talked together about politics, or our nation, or playing a part in it. At least, not like this. But that night, they said to me – because of you guys, we've decided we are going to register to vote.</span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">They too caught the passion. The unggun. They too were upset over how the government had reacted to the rally, and the statement made by the Bersih marchers is loud and clear. I think it was a statement of hope that they caught. Tens of thousands of Malaysians who went out for a better nation. It’s a call that we can no longer disown or detach ourselves from, because we are in no way a lost cause.</span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">In the midst of this conversation with my friends, something amazing happened. Following Bersih stories on Twitter, we talked about how good Malaysians can be … we remembered certain events and openly admitted those from other races who have been kind to us. And we confronted our stereotypes of always painting them a certain way.</span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">A distinct thought came home to me then: Malaysia, I do love you.</span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">That night we said cheers, to a better Malaysia.</span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">By the end of the day, I discovered I referred to the marchers and myself as ‘we’, no longer ‘them’ and ‘I’. It is because we were there together, as Malaysia. We helped each other and cared for each other as Malaysia. There was no political agenda with the people there – I was there, I experienced it and I know it. It was Malaysia, embracing in our hearts and our actions the hope for better government.</span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><strong style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">What I experienced on the 9th of July is Malaysia. We are decent people, we are a people of quality. Those in power who are selfish or bigots or who try to divide the people – that is not Malaysia, and they are not deserving of Malaysia. Those who try to taint and politicize the beautiful events of that day, are not deserving of Malaysia. We are a people who deserve much more than that.</span></span></span></strong></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"><strong style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"></strong></span></span></span><br />
<div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"><strong style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"></strong>We came out and proved that yesterday. It has proved to me, to the marchers who were there, to my friends, what Malaysia is.</span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">And so, on 9th July, Malaysia won.</span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-style: none; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">source: </span><a href="http://malaysia-today.net/mtcolumns/letterssurat/41924-someone-did-win-on-july-9th"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;">Malaysia-Today</span></a></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(Please take note that this is my personal opinion as an independent individual of a democratic country)</span></span></div>Xiet_Enigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09017263017301097002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806374129836863587.post-3661067792891489012011-07-04T13:54:00.006+08:002011-07-04T15:02:56.089+08:00How do you confront death?<div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;">Everybody is going to die.</span></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">We are going to die...</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">If not today, maybe tomorrow... Or 6 months from now, or 50 years later?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">That is it. Nobody knows the time he holds his last breath.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;">But d</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">e</span>ath i</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">s</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;">absolute.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b6d7a8;"> </span></span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Do you believe in death? <o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Knowing and believing is different.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">If you know about death, you just know, and wait.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">If you believe in death, you may have a better approach to confront death.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">You might want to prepare.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">How to prepare?<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">How to confront death?</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">By that, you will learn how to live your life to the fullest. You would want to be more involved in your life certifying your very act to benefit your afterlife. You’ll ensure everything you do is meaningful, and you’ll ensure your presence in life retain purposes. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">By that, you’ll always have enough of what you possess and you’ll always feel grateful and content. You’ll appreciate everything around you, even the simplest and seem to be the less important ones.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">By that, you’ll strive hard for what you want, for every breath that you are embracing, for the chance that you are given to improve yourself day by day, while awaiting the death. You’ll do more good, less evil.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">By that, you’ll know how to live. </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">And you’ll certainly know how you want to die... Even when you have no idea when will death visits you. Especially when you have no idea when will death visits you! <o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"><i>-Everybody dies, but you choose whether you want to die with honour, as the person forever lives in every known heart that is still living, or as nobody, easily and instantly forgotten- Xiet Enigma.</i></span></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ead1dc;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;">" ...Say: Short is the enjoyment of this world.<b> The Hereafter is (far) better for him who fears Allah</b>, and you shall not be dealt with unjustly even equal to the </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ead1dc;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;">Fatila </span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ead1dc;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;">(a scalish thread in the long slit of a date-stone). <b>Wheresoever you may be, death will overtake you even if you are in fortresses built up strong and high!</b>....." - Annisa (4), partial of verses 77 & 78 -</span></span></span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Xiet Enigma</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Shah Alam </span></div>Xiet_Enigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09017263017301097002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806374129836863587.post-62754724814400090642011-06-15T23:38:00.003+08:002011-06-16T08:55:16.184+08:00The hardest thing(s) to do....is to say<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;">I'M SORRY....</span></b></span><br />
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to <i>sincerely</i> admit our mistakes....<br />
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is to say<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;">YOU ARE FORGIVEN...</span></b></span><br />
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to forgive people, especially to those who give us major heartbroken....<br />
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BUT<br />
If we can fulfill these two, we'll get the most powerful & wonderful thing in return.....<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d9ead3;">PEACE & HAPPINESS IN LIFE</span></span></b></div><br />
because forgiving is the highest, most beautiful form of love,<br />
and to seek forgiveness is a special thing that only the strongest heart can do.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f9cb9c;"><i>Forgiveness does not change the past, but it does enlarge the future. ~Paul Boes</i></span></div><br />
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</tbody></table><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">"And the men and the women who remember Allaah much with their hearts and tongues. Allaah has prepared for them f</span></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">orgiveness</span></span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"> and a great reward (i.e. Paradise)" </span></span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">[al'Ahzaab 33:35]</span></span></strong></span></b><br />
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S.AlamXiet_Enigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09017263017301097002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806374129836863587.post-63028878269776907282011-05-23T23:58:00.001+08:002011-05-24T00:01:37.103+08:00Jasa yang tidak terbalas....Hari ini, kita semua mempunyai hala tuju kehidupan yang tersendiri.<br />
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Tak kiralah apa pekerjaan kita, di mana level kejayaan kita, apa pun latar belakang kehidupan kita... Ada satu perkara yang kita miliki bersama; <b><i>Langkah pertama kita bermula....</i></b><br />
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Samada kita seorang doktor, pensyarah, engineer, orang gomen, hatta suri rumah sekalipun... Kehidupan dan kejayaan yang kita kecapi hari ini bermula daripada pendidikan asas yang kita perolehi ketika kecil dahulu...<br />
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Setinggi mana pun jawatan kita hari ini, kita tak mungkin mampu membaca jika kita tidak mengenal ABC.<br />
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Sehebat mana pun pengaruh kita hari ini, kita bukanlah sesiapa jika tiada yang mendidik kita untuk berakhlak mulia.<br />
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Adakah kita masih mengingati wajah mereka yang mula-mula membawa kita mengenal huruf dan angka?<br />
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Sungguhpun kita lebih berjaya daripada mereka, namun mereka lah orang yang lebih banyak jasanya kepada kita.<br />
Merekalah ibu bapa kita,<br />
guru-guru kita,<br />
sahabat-sahabat kita....<br />
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* <b><u>Terima kasih kepada</u></b>:-<br />
Ibu dan ayah - yang telah banyak melaburkan harta dan tenaga untuk pendidikan Xiet. Xiet ingat Xiet mula membaca seawal umur 5 tahun... Dah boleh baca surat khabar masa tu, walaupun merangkak-rangkak... And Xiet hafal do'a Iftitah dan Al-Fathihah ketika umur 5-6 tahun jugak... Ayah dulu ajar ngaji garang giler. And Xiet dulu bebal giler. Dia pernah rotan Xiet dekat tangan guna hanger sampai hanger patah sebab Xiet tak hafal2 Alif Ba Ta...<br />
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Cikgu Ramlah, Cikgu Tadika Xiet. Cikgu Ramlah adalah di antara orang yang mula-mula mendidik Xiet mengenal huruf, angka, dan sebagainya...<br />
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Ustazah-Ustaza sekolah agama, terutamanya Ustazah Siti Rohani, ustazan darjah 3 Xiet yang Xiet sayanggggg sangat...<br />
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Teacher Hajah Salwa, teacher masa darjah 6. The only teacher yang ajar Xiet bahasa inggeris dengan penuh dedikasi. Dulu Xiet suke english sebab teacher ni lah. Pastu sekolah menengah tak suke dah sebab teacher selalu tukar2, tak masuk kelas dan sebagainya....<br />
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Dan semua guru-guru yang mendidik Xiet samada secara langsung ataupun tidak...<br />
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Tak lupe juga kepada mereka2 yang menjadi pencetus dan penyebab Xiet mengenal FCR, Interfaith Dialog, critical thinking, and yang sewaktu dengannya.... Sebab 3 tahun belajar di UM dulu, Xiet bukan sahaja dapat ilmu dan sijil tentang kursus yang dipilih, tetapi far beyond that... Xiet belajar agama, ukhuwwah, kehidupan, berpeluang mengenali para ilmuan yang hebat2, dan macam-macam lagi.... Whoever you are, wherever you are, you guys are special in my heart...<br />
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Sebab tanpa adanya kalian, tanpa wujudnya langkah pertama tersebut... Maka tiada lah Xiet di sini, seperti hari ini...Xiet_Enigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09017263017301097002noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806374129836863587.post-37289848758162896782011-05-10T18:52:00.003+08:002011-05-10T19:18:17.176+08:00A sad love story...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><div style="text-align: center;"><img height="266" src="http://www.greatjewishmusic.com/Images/Serenity.jpg" width="400" /></div></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I found this in my archive. Never thought I could write something like this. Not because it is good, but because it is cheesy.Haha. (Is it?). Anyway, just want to post it here and i hope the person that had been the reason of this story ever exist are in peace now. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">P/S: I'm dedicating this post to whoever having tough situation about love.... and its alliance...</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">*********************************</span></div>Once upon a time, there was a boy who fell in love with a girl. He loved her very very very much. He dreamed of marrying her.</div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">But then he met a man, someone who also loved the girl very very very much. And he knew that the man was much much much better than him, and would make a better husband for her than he ever could.So he let her go, and he told the girl that she should accept the man if he approached her, and the boy told himself that he too should let go of the girl.</span><br />
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</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">And so the man and the girl became a couple, and when the girl told the boy about it he was sooo happy for her. He was happy for her because he knew he had done the right thing, and that the man would make her very very very happy, and that was all that mattered to him.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">But at the same time, even though he was happy for her, inside his heart, it hurt. It hurt very very very much. And the pain didn’t go away. He wanted to forget her completely, but she was still his friend and he knew she would be upset if he stopped being her friend and he couldn’t bear to do that, so he did his best to still be her friend. But the pain didn’t go away.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Sometimes he cried himself to sleep. He did not know what to do. Sometimes he would meet the girl and the man, and he would smile at them, because he was happy for them and wanted them to think he was happy.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">But the smile felt fake, it was like a mask he wore over his face, and inside his heart he felt like dying.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Everyday, he felt like dying. He felt like there was a hole inside his heart, a big empty hole that could never be filled. And the pain refused to go away.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">He made some stupid things during that time. He made a big mistake that he will always regret and never forgive himself for. Before this, he had thought he would be strong enough. But he wasn’t strong. He was weak. It hurt so much inside. He didn’t know how he could withstand it. He didn’t know how he could survive and keep on living.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I wish I could tell you that something happened to him to make the pain go away. I wish there was some kind of event that magically made all his problems go away. But that only happens in stories. In the real world, there are no magical solutions to our problems.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">But then...the boy survived. I wish I could tell you how he survived, but even he doesn’t know how he survived. The pain was there - the pain never goes away, not ever - but over time, eventually, he learned how to get used to it. Slowly, eventually, it stopped hurting him so much. The fake smile he used to wear has gone away, and now the smile he wears is true and genuine, especially when he meets the girl because he really is happy that she is happy. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">But even now, every now and then, he will remember what he used to dream… and the pain will come back, as strong as before. The love has never changed and never will change. He thought he could change it and has someone else can substitute her place in his heart, but he was wrong. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">And the pain...he has gotten used to it. He knows how to deal with it, and the pain doesn’t affect him like it used to.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">The boy is happy. Life isn’t perfect, but this life is never perfect, it is only the next life that can be perfect. And more than anything, he knows he did the right thing. He made the right choice, no matter how much it hurt him. And that is all that matters.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">There is no magical solution to our problems. When it comes to matters of the heart, there is no pill we can take to make the pain go away. All we have is time, the support of the people we love… and our own strength, and our faith in God to give us the strength that we need.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;">Everybody has their own sad story in their life. It might affect the action but always remember that whatever we do, there are consequences that we are responsible for. Yes, it hurt…and it hurt so much. But don’t ever lose hope because we have Allah The Almighty as our very best friend…</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"><o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;">You ARE strong enough to withstand situation like this (if this ever happen to you). I know you are. Why do I know this? Because God never gives a soul a burden more than it can bear (2:286). God loves you. God tests you because He knows you are strong enough. That boy in the story - he didn’t think he could survive either. He didn’t think he was strong enough. But in the end he survived. He found strength that he never knew he had - strength that God gave him so he could withstand the test.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">LoVe,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">xiet_enigma….</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div>Xiet_Enigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09017263017301097002noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806374129836863587.post-84182404476345360502011-05-07T05:08:00.000+08:002011-05-07T05:08:00.821+08:00An excellent muslim sportswoman...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img height="400" src="http://espn.go.com/photo/2006/1215/pg2_g_alghasara_195.jpg" width="297" /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCQ4EB8Fot66c2S_AM3oxbNtYoiKCnVnH06SWVDbfChyMal_TiGLGUXyBXSVImuN-q7rswS5BbXMHhMzwdFeVPeIS64X0JYW6xC3-RdzvwIf5TkqapzqiGQYOzCAGYI1tH5PCT4D6j1C0/s1600-h/pg2_g_alghasara_195.jpg"><span style="text-decoration: none;"></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">When Ruqaya Al Ghasara won the women’s 200m final at the recent Asian Games in Doha, she became the first Bahraini born athlete to win a major international athletics gold medal.</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><div style="text-align: left;">2004 - She became the first Muslim woman from an Arabian country to compete at the Olympic Games.</div></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><div style="text-align: left;">2005 - She was the first woman to ever win a race at the West Asian Games, when the Doha-hosted competition allowed female competitors for the first time ever.</div></span></span><br />
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</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">But her most treasured first of all came in December last year, when she returned to the Qatari capital for the Asian Games and won the women’s 200m final, with the best time of 23.02 (-0.8m/s), </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">placing her in the world’s top 60 and nicely poised to make a serious assault on the world scene in this coming year.</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">The 24-year-old, who also won bronze in the 100m, became one of the icons of the four-yearly multi-sport spectacular, both for her achievements on the track but also for her choice of clothing.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">She was asked</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"> </span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">‘What is it?’,<br />
‘Why are you wearing it?’</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"> </span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
She answered,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">“It’s </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">not just a matter of wearing a piece of cloth</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">.</span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"> There is something very special about wearing the hijab</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">. It gives me strength. </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">I feel lots of support from society because I am wearing the Islamic hijab</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">. There is a relationship between the hijab and the heart.”</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; text-align: right;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">“I have a great desire to show that </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">there are no problems with wearing these clothes</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">.</span></span></i><b><i><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">Wearing a veil proves that Muslim women face no obstacle and encourage them to compete in sports”</span></span></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</span></span></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">So let's hope for more muslim women to unleash their talents in sports.</span></span></span></div></span> <br />
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</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">Credit to google for pics</span></span></div>Xiet_Enigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09017263017301097002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806374129836863587.post-57522363448513148742011-05-05T19:44:00.012+08:002011-05-05T19:44:00.967+08:00Tanda-tanda penyakit Wahan!<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6TSPXzFCbE6QObPGI46MwqsrLr3y_lTS8_RwldZJxfoeGClwDBd9oOLzyCXvwmlQUZIjgUqdeQquHqX28A1wlyuPoLprliY6bfFRQ0LHmQtHaGMAIS25dSqBHqpDAIG_IWaMjO22fN6R_/s1600/images+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6TSPXzFCbE6QObPGI46MwqsrLr3y_lTS8_RwldZJxfoeGClwDBd9oOLzyCXvwmlQUZIjgUqdeQquHqX28A1wlyuPoLprliY6bfFRQ0LHmQtHaGMAIS25dSqBHqpDAIG_IWaMjO22fN6R_/s400/images+%25281%2529.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Salam,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Korang ingat tak satu hadith tentang ni;</span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">“Hampir tiba suatu masa di mana bangsa-bangsa dan seluruh dunia akan datang mengerumuni kamu bagaikan orang-orang yang hendak makan mengerumuni talam hidangan mereka.” Maka salah seorang sahabat bertanya “Apakah dari kerana kami sedikit pada hari itu?” Nabi SAW menjawab, “Bahkan kamu pada hari itu banyak sekali, tetapi kamu umpama buih di waktu banjir, dan Allah akan mencabut rasa gerun terhadap kamu dari hati musuh-musuh kamu, dan Allah akan mencampakkan ke dalam hati kamu penyakit ‘wahan’.” Seorang sahabat bertanya, “Apakah wahan itu hai Rasulullah?” Nabi menjawab, “</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Cintakan dunia dan takut mati.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">”</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"> – HR Abu Daud</span></span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I knew this hadith when I was in secondary school kot. And masih ingat tentang hadith ni sampai sekarang. Every now and then, hadith ni macam suddenly pop up from my head, especially when I'm kinda lost in my own temporary world ni....</span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Apa yang best sangat tentang hadith ni? </span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Wei, ada ke hadith yg tak best? Ok, tak best kalau hadith tu maudhu'. Tapi hadith ni sahih OK!</span></i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span> </i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Basically, Hadith ni menceritakan tentang peristiwa akhir zaman di mana walaupun umat Islam ramai, tapi umat Islam lemah. Kuantiti tidak melambangkan kualiti. And dalam hadith ni sendiri menyatakan bahawa kelemahan umat Islam adalah berpunca daripada umat Islam sendiri.... Sebab apa? Sebab umat Islam akhir zaman lebih cintakan dunia dan benci/takut mati! </span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Kita kan umat Islam akhir zaman kan? So hadith ni cerita tentang kita lah kan! Adakah kita penyumbang kepada kebanjiran umat Islam akhir zaman yang macam dalam hadith ni?!</span></i></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Erm... OK, macam mana nak tau kalau kita cinta dunia dan takut mati ekk?</span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Kat sini ada beberapa tanda-tanda yang kita boleh buat check list. </span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">1. Kalau solat susah nak khusyu'... Dalam solat tu macam2 nak pikir. And biasalah, semua berkisar tentang hal2 duniawi.... Biasa time solat la baru teringat benda yang hilang, baru teringat ada kerja yang tak siap, dandan time tu terpikir macam2 idea bernas. Pendek kata semua benda lah teringat....</span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">P/S 1: Sebagai manusia biasa, memang la kita mungkin susah nak dapat kekhusyukan 100%. Tapi kalau percentage khusyuk hampeh sangat, mesti ada something wrong somewhere kan?</span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">2. Kalau dah mula nak berkira banyak perkara.... Dalam dunia ni, tak semua kebaikan kita akan dibalas dengan kebaikan yg setimpal, terutamanya yang bersifat material. So kalau dah semua benda baik yang kita buat kita tulis dalam buku 3 5, dan berharap dibalas dengan kebaikan jugak, macam ne tu ek?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">3. Bila kita dah mula sebok mementingkan persepsi orang terhadap kita.... Dan kurang mementingkan persepsi Allah terhadap kita. Bila kita rasa penting sangat untuk menjadi sempurna di mata manusia sehinggakan sanggup melanggar panduan agama</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">4. Bila kuasa menjadi kepentingan utama.... Kita nak rasa berkuasa, sebab kita rasa hebat, sebab kita rasa diri kita penting, sebab kita rasa kita bagus sangat, sampai kita buat apa saja untuk menjadi berkuasa...</span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">5. Bila kurang masa untuk bersama Dia. Yelah kan, kita cuma ada 24 jam sehari. Kalau solat lama2, ngaji banyak2, nanti tak dapat la nak buat banyak benda. So cut masa solat dan ngaji, top up kat tempat lain...Yang semua hal duniawi!</span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">6. Bila sedar buat jahat, tapi lambat bertaubat.....</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">P/S 2: Inilah yang Xiet rasa, berdasarkan pengalaman sendiri. Kalau korang ada lagi kayu ukur yang boleh dimuhasabahkan bersama, boleh la share jugak.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">“Say: ‘Short is the enjoyment of this world. And the Hereafter is the best for those who do right. And you will never be dealt with unjustly in the very least. Wherever you are, death will find you out, even if you are in towers built up strong and high.” [An-Nisaa, 4:77-78]</span></span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Wallahua'lam</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Xiet Enigma</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shah Alam</div><div style="text-align: left;">27/4/2011</div></div>Xiet_Enigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09017263017301097002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806374129836863587.post-74150684072603972752011-05-01T15:12:00.002+08:002011-05-01T15:12:00.630+08:00The Climb...It Cheers me Up.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He cheers me up... he always does!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>There are times where I feel really messed up, where I feel like giving up...<br />
There are times where I don't want to finish what I'm struggling, and simply want to end the story there, close the very chapter, and start the new one with a new hope...<br />
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And at this very moment, I'm touched by this song, and I'm feeling all right.<br />
{Tears after tears after tears, and eventually there's a smile} (",)<br />
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Xiet Enigma<br />
Shah Alam<br />
22/4/2011<br />
-this entry is auto published-Xiet_Enigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09017263017301097002noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806374129836863587.post-52884545051574448492011-04-24T21:47:00.005+08:002011-04-24T21:47:00.696+08:00Cik adik kena paksa join organisasi ke?Nak gelak besar-besar dekat tajuk di atas....Kakakakakakaka!<br />
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Stop being annoying Xiet!<br />
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Ok la, takmo bebel panjang, hangpa tgk la si MatLuthfi ni bebel sorang2.... Mamat ni besh, Anwar Hadi pun Besh. Tapi Anuar Sajari paling best OK!...Apa, cikgu Shida? erm....erm.... saya tak layan lawak slapstik mcm cikgu shida (sorry cikgu shida, saya mmg kurang reseptor gelak sikit) tp cikgu shida mmg rock....teringin nak belajar dengan cikgu mcm cikgu shida. Mesti kelas sgt havoc and best...<br />
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OK OK... jom layan video ni!<br />
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P/S: Kepada kawan2 undergrad yg anda tau siapa anda.... amacam, korang terasa tak tgk video ni? Ada rasa nak tergelakkan diri sendiri tak? Hehehe... Tapi apapun, organisasi la yg mendekatkan dan membina ukhuwah kita kan. Thankful for that (eh eh, emo lak)<br />
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Xiet Enigma<br />
Shah AlamXiet_Enigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09017263017301097002noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806374129836863587.post-55861304921377715762011-04-21T16:20:00.006+08:002011-05-01T11:46:30.351+08:00To wear the hijab or Not?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"></span><br />
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</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Salaam,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Baru-baru ni Xiet ada dapat soalan daripada seorang rakan maya yg belum pernah Xiet jumpa secara live. Sister ni ada tanya satu soalan yang Xiet rasa menarik dan terpanggil untuk berkongsi soalan dan jawapannya di sini... Erm, kalau korang ada tambahan jawapan or komen or idea or pape je lah, sila lah jgn malu utk share ye.</span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #783f04;">Question:</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #783f04;">As you know, I was a part time model and now still working in the entertainment industry. I have great interest in changing my appearance, particularly on covering my hair. The thing is I’m not very sure of the decision I’m making and it changes periodically. I’d tried wearing the veil but my friends laugh at me and criticized my passé look, as that’s what they claimed. I wish I am like my sister, who’d converted later but is more knowledgeable and stronger than me…. I need your opinion Sis. </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Salam Sis,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Pardon my poor English, but I hope you can still understand my points (^_^)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I understand your situation in which wearing the hijab (veil) is quite wacky in your surroundings. Having the intention to wearing the hijab is a good thing already. It means you have Imaan (faith) in your heart. Alhamdulillah Sis, Allah has given His Guidance upon you. You are as strong as your sister, and both of you are strong in your own respective ways. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><u><br />
</u></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><u><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">What and How to cover?<o:p></o:p></span></span></u></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><u><br />
</u></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Allah the Almighty has taught us the way to covering our body. As stated in the Al-Quran</span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">:<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span class="apple-style-span"><i><span style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">"And tell the believing women to lower their gaze and guard their private parts from sin and </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">not show of their adornment except only that which is apparent, and draw their head covers over their necks and bosoms</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"> and not reveal their adornment except to their husbands, their fathers, their husbands' fathers, their sons, their husbands' sons, their brothers, or their brothers' sons, or their sisters' sons, or their women (i.e., their sisters in Islam), or their female slaves whom their right hands possess, or old male servants free of physical desires, or small children who have no sense of women's nakedness. And let them not stamp their feet so as to reveal what they hide of their adornment. And turn unto Allah altogether, O you Believers, in order that you may attain success” </span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">[An-Nur, 24:31]</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">As Muslim Women, we can wear any clothes, as long as it’s in accordance to what Allah has said in the Quran. So Sis, it’s time to unleash you creativity! You can still look gorgeous though you wear saggy dress and cover your head and bosom.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><u><br />
</u></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><u><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">The cloth of Taqwaa <o:p></o:p></span></span></u></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><u><br />
</u></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">In Islam, we are not judged by gender, race, and clothes. Allah judges us by Taqwa. The best clothes are the ones which portray our modesty and not for showing off purposes. I love to share one beautiful Hadeeth, narrated by Umar Al-Khattab, from Prophet Muhammad p.b.u.h<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;">"<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Actions are (judged) by motives</span></i></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></i></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">(niyyah)</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">, so each man will have what he intended. Thus, he whose migration</span></i></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></i></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">(hijrah)</span></span></i><span class="apple-converted-space"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> </span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">was to Allah and His Messenger, his migration is to Allah and His Messenger; but he whose migration was for some worldly thing he might gain, or for a wife he might marry, his migration is to that for which he migrated." [Al-Bukhari & Muslim]</span></i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">By all means, they must compliance with the Islamic requirement and jurisprudence (Sharee’ah). </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">As long as it is congruent with the sharee’ah perspective, there is no restriction on what kind of fashion we want to choose for ourselves. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I am flabbergasted by the modern muslim women whom have great taste in fashion, yet resolutely uphold their belief and principle with no compromise. You can get inspiration from the bohemian style (it’s my favourite), Arabian fashion, or even vintage! Those modes (and a lot more) can be compatible with the hijab. You can even create your own style. Well, apparently you know fashion far better than me right? Right (",). Anyway, some of your present clothes may suitable to be wear with the hijab so you don’t have to discard them.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><u><br />
</u></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><u><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.<o:p></o:p></span></span></u></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">No matter what you wear, be it stylish or just moderate, some people may consider you outdated and conservative just because you are wearing the hijab. Some people are simply oppressive. They love to be judgmental. They don’t respect the decision you made for yourself, so they don’t respect you as human being. So just screw them. Ignore what they think about you. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I understand the argument about how Islam degrading women through some issues, including the hijab issue. The biggest claim is Islam degrades women by putting such criteria to what a muslim woman should wear and that has signified to oppressing the muslim women. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">But people, isn’t it an irony to rather claim that it is liberating to judge a woman by the size of her bust or length of her legs? <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">And what kind of liberty that endorse sexual temptation upon women, especially when it is used for commercial purposes? <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">You are beautiful sister (remember you were a model?). Being beautiful doesn’t mean you have to reveal your skin, or wear sexy clothes. I always believe in true beauty, which comes from our inner selves. Beauty is a kind of radiance. It is the inner beauty that brightens your eyes, sweetens your smile and unleashes your personality. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Anyhow sis, there is a possibility that people around you are afraid of your change, thus they become quite dubious. Perhaps they need time to accept the new you. Just give them as much time as they need. Meanwhile, it’s good if you could prove to them that you are just the same old Melinda, except for you are now even better than before. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><u><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Du’a (prayer)<o:p></o:p></span></span></u></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Keep on your prayers to The Almighty Allah. He’s the best we can go to especially when we are in need of a company. He’s the best listener. Keeping close to Allah will help you achieve serenity, and by Allah will you’ll gain confidence in your decision. Also, pray to Allah that your friends will eventually accept you.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">It is also important for you to get involve with other muslim woman societies, especially those whom are in the same shoes with you. Getting around with good and supportive friends helps to strengthen yourself too. Don’t worry sis, we Muslims are one family. You can connect to other sisters and share your stories or problems across the country. And I’m always here for you, will try to help you as much as I can. My prayers are always with you. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Hope my answer could help you in some ways. I wish you all the best and May Allah bless us, and guide ourselves in pacing our lives. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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<span lang="EN-US"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Xiet Enigma</span></o:p></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Shah Alam</span></o:p></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Malaysia </span></o:p></span></div>Xiet_Enigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09017263017301097002noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806374129836863587.post-62913062895365310432011-04-20T18:30:00.001+08:002011-04-20T18:31:25.570+08:00How to make excuses? Gile ke pe!<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VRipa6KII-0" title="YouTube video player" width="500"></iframe><br />
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He's good man!Xiet_Enigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09017263017301097002noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8806374129836863587.post-19359301599975829382011-04-17T04:11:00.005+08:002011-04-20T10:12:04.733+08:00An Interview with a feminist: Yvone Ridley<object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xFZrSPUoH3I&hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xFZrSPUoH3I&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;"><em>"Islam has freed me from worry over my love life,"_</em>Yvonne Ridley</span>Xiet_Enigmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09017263017301097002noreply@blogger.com7