Wednesday, March 26, 2014

--> Pray4MH370: Mimpi Seorang Ustaz

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Assalamualaikum.. Semalam, saya tidak bercadang kemana-mana ekoran seharian menahan sakit akibat gout. Sekitar jam 11 malam, sahabat lama saya (Fadli) datang ke rumah bersama adiknya. Tujuan mereka datang adalah kerana pinta saya ikhtiarkan mengubati Pak Cik mereka yang mengalami masalah sihir.

Kalau orang lain memang saya akan menolak. Tapi bila mengenangkan si Fadli ni kawan lama saya sejak dari darjah 1 dan kami pernah susah-senang bersama ketika bujang dulu, maka saya terima perlawaannya. Diringkaskan cerita, saya pulang ke rumah jam 3:10 pagi.

Lapar pulak perut saya bila sampai di rumah. Maka saya ajak isteri menemani saya makan di luar, di restauran yang hanya 2 kilometer dari kediaman kami. Sekitar jam 4 pagi, kami sudah ada di rumah. Mungkin kerana terlampau penat, saya terus lena sebaik saja kepala menghempas bantal.

Sebelum tidur, memang saya selalu bacakan Al-Kautsar 11 kali dan kemudian nyatakan seperti ini, “Ya Allah, kalau ada sesuatu untukku / pesakitku / penyakitku / apa saja, kau tunjukkanlah.” Entah kenapa malam tu saya terniat MH37O……

Saya melihat 2 pesawat terbang di udara. Sebuah adalah MH370 dan saiz kapal yang satu lagi lebih kecil berbanding MH370 tetapi bukan jenis kapal terbang tempur. Kapal terbang yang satu lagi itu juga bukan jenis pesawat komersial. Pada pendapat saya yang tidak arif tentang model kapal terbang, saya andaikan itu adalah pesawat persendirian.

Kedua-dua kapal itu terbang rendah di persisiran pantai yang kedudukan geografinya berbatu-batu besar. Saya kira pantai sebegitu bukan destinasi pelancongan kerana persisirannya membahaya untuk didiami..

Saya kemudian diperlihatkan suasana yang berlaku dalam kapal terbang MH370. Dari ruang penumpang, saya lihat masing-masing cemas di tempat duduk masing-masing. Melilau saya berjalan di dalamnya mencari krew penerbangan. Rupanya pramugari dan pramugara duduk di ruang belakang dan ruang depan berdekatan almari simpanan makanan. Ada dua bayi yang saya lihat menangis sambil ditenangkan ibu masing-masing. Mereka seolah-olah diberi amaran untuk tidak beralih dari tempat duduk. Wajah mereka ketakutan sama sekali.

Saya berjalan menuju ke ruang kemudi. Memang pelik bila saya lihat Kapten kapal dan pembantunya berhempas pulas menekan suis-suis yang ada dan cuba memusing stereng kawalan. Sepertinya, kapal terbang itu dikawal secara auto. Cemas wajah kedua-dua juruterbang tersebut.

Tiba-tiba, saya rasakan kapal terbang itu melencong ke kiri dan naik tinggi secara mendadak. Berhempas pulas Kapten cuba mengawal stereng pandu namun tiada apa-apa kesan. Tidak semena-mena kapal itu turun menjunam, kemudian terbang stabil membelah lautan. Saya terdengar suara di corong radio.

“You don’t ever try to change the route. There are no chance to turn back to your country. We control everything, we knew what you done inside”

Pemandangan saya ditarik keluar dari luar kapal terbang MH370. Saya seperti terbang di awan-awangan melihat kedua-dua pesawat di permukaan lautan yang saya tidak tahu namanya. Tiba-tiba, saya lihat pesawat yang satu lagi melepaskan sesuatu ke depan yang kemudian turun menjunam ke air sehala laluan MH370.

Kemudian, ruang air yang ditimpa ‘benda’ itu membuahkan letupan yang amat besar. Kapal terbang MH370 kemudian melalui ruang tersebut dan disedut ke dalam air dari ekor pesawat. Kelihatan ruang air di bawahnya berputar. Kapal terbang MH370 menjunam ke dalam air dari bahagian ekornya. Beberapa kali ia berpusing sebelum hilang dari pandangan.

Pesawat yang satu lagi melencongkan arahnya ke kiri dan terbang membelah awan. Saya masih di situ, memerhati kejadian yang tak pernah saya lihat dalam hidup. Sebaik saja air pusaran hilang, saya lihat dua serpihan besi terapung-apung di permukaan air. Serpihan itu terumbang ambing mengikut gelombang ombak yang ganas.

Saya tidak tahu apa yang berlaku pada nasib penumpang di dalam MH370.. Menitis air mata bila melihat kejadian itu. Tiba-tiba saya tersedar dari tidur… Termenung saya memikirkan mimpi yang dialami.

Saya berharap itu semua hanyalah mainan tidur dan sangat-sangat berharap kesemua penumpang di dalam MH370 masih hidup.. Sama-samalah kita berdoa akan keselamatan mereka.. Amin. - USTAZ DARUL MANZIL.


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--> Wordless Wednesday: CNN Pulls The Trigger!

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Tuesday, March 25, 2014

--> A Dog's Love

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A dog in the Bolivian city of Cochabamba is quietly teaching the townspeople lessons in loyalty, love and perseverance.
The Bolivian dog has spent the past five years waiting on the corner of a street where his owner tragically died. The dog's story is so reminiscent of Hachiko, the famous Japanese dog who stayed outside a a train station for 9 years after his owner died, that some residents have named him Hachi. Others are calling him Huachito or Huachi.
The residents and the businesses on Pope Paul Avenue have observed Hachi waiting and grieving for his deceased owner over the years and shared his story.
"It has been five years since his owner died in a motorcycle accident," said Román Luján, the owner of a deli meat shop. The young man was a university student and followed the same route on motorcycle everyday with his dog chasing after him. Hachi would run behind the man's motorcycle and the student shouted to him to go home. The dog followed him for about two blocks and then returned home. Then, one day, the young man was hit by a taxi and died while on the way to hospital. Hachi remained on the corner, watching and waiting for him to return.
After the young man died, his family tried to take Hachi home but he ran away and returned to the place where is owner died. Martha Elizabeth Garcia, who sells newspapers in the area, said several neighbors in the area have also tried to take Hachi home. But he refuses to move from the corner. She said that every day Hachi walks down the street, sits on the corner and howls. "It is sad because he cries for hours on the planter, Martha told Opinion. "Some American tourists found out about his history in the market and wanted to take him," she said. But, she explained, Hachi seems to know when someone wants to take him and never lets himself get caught.
Over the years, the merchants and neighbors have taken care of the faithful dog. His sad eyes and loyal heart have aroused their compassion. They love him, feed him, give him water and care for him if he gets sick. When a vehicle struck him recently and he hurt his leg, the residents scolded the driver. They took up a collection and payed for a vet to look after Hachi's leg.
Although the one person Hachi hopes to see will never come back, Hachi has become part of everyday life in the neighborhood. His loyalty and devotion has ensured he has a new family looking out for him.
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Sunday, March 23, 2014

--> For The Love of Music

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Some people find music as an escape door for problems that seem so torturing. I listen to music a lot for I find it very helpful to cure the bad feelings that keep bothering me. Country music would be my preference because of the lyrics that always speak my mind. Bob Marley once said, one good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain. "If I were not a physicist, I would probably be a musician. I often think in music. I live my daydreams in music. I see my life in terms of music.”, said Einstein. 


This is a song about bully. I never experienced this but the writer and the singer of this song, Hunter Hayes mentioned that he wrote this song to reflect his previous life. As a music geek (he is proud to label himself that), he spent most of his time alone and he felt isolated. He graduated highschool at a very young age and he pursued his dreams. I admire for that. The moral is, never stop chasing your stars and strive your best! Have a good day everyone. 

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Tuesday, March 18, 2014

--> The After-school Business

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I am having doing my practicum in Sekolah Kluster Kecemerlangan SMK Bandar Utama Damansara (3) and most of the time, I enjoy the days here. Facing kids with high proficiency in English Language is a huge challenge because there is no language barriers for them to talk and to ask questions. I signed up for this and of course I will try my best to fit in. I will be teaching 4 Orked and 1 Teratai and the teachers over here have given me some intel about the students. Luckily, most of them are well-behaved students. 

 So this is me in the morning...looking good huh?
 Guess where was I after school? Yes! IKEA.
I was just so hungry and I had been wanting to go for some meatballs. Teaching is not easy peeps. For those out there who say 'teaching is easy and still, you get a handsome salary every month.', please rethink about it. Try to teach for a month...or in my case, try to teach for a week. Interested?

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Saturday, March 8, 2014

--> Puisi: Cintaku Jauh Di Pulau

Before reading this poem, make sure you have a song entitled, 'So Sad' (Instrumental, OST of Boys Over Flower). Do you have it now? Good. Hit play. Read.

Cintaku jauh di pulau,
gadis manis, sekarang iseng sendiri.

Perahu melancar, bulan memancar,
di leher kukalungkan ole-ole buat si pacar.
angin membantu, laut terang, tapi terasa
aku tidak 'kan sampai padanya.

Di air yang tenang, di angin mendayu,
di perasaan penghabisan segala melaju
Ajal bertakhta, sambil berkata
Tujukan perahu ke pangkuanku saja.

Amboi! Jalan sudah bertahun ku tempuh!
Perahu yang bersama 'kan merapuh!
Mengapa Ajal memanggil dulu
Sebelum sempat berpeluk dengan cintaku?!

Manisku jauh di pulau,
kalau 'ku mati, dia mati iseng sendiri.

Chairil Anwar, 1946

Why this poem? I was talking to my juniors and they asked me to read this poem with the instrumental playing as the background music. I laughed so hard because I thought they were playing tricks on me...but they were serious. Malay, Chinese, Punjabi all have read and done the same thing. I was like, "Okay...this is interesting..." So I gave it a try and it was bad because I laughed especially the 'Amboi!' part. Seeing my juniors reading it with emotions was amazing. They are very something I would say. I'll practice and make it better next time. Why don't you give it a try? It'll give you a feeling of something which I can't describe. It does. 

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Thursday, March 6, 2014

--> My Alter Ego.

I will never believe if someone says 'I don't have an alter ego.' C'mon, there are times when you feel so mad or happy or indecisive or different and there you go...the other side of you will just rise up without you knowing it. Following that would be the poor judgement either cursing someone or making promises that you'll regret the next hour.

Frankly speaking, I have this alter ego that only some of my friends know. I bottle up my feelings most of the time but I heal fast...not so fast though, usually according to the situation that I'm dealing with. Lately, I have been so stressful that I curse people directly. I'm not the kind of person who uses profaning words to anybody with the intention of making them to feel bad...no! Nobody likes to be scolded at and pushed around like you are a robot with no feelings and emotions.

I would like confess something. I don't like this place anymore especially the incompetent admins. I know our program is new to you but you should have prepared something for us. Outline whatever we need to do and stop pushing us around like the victim during the slavery years. I remember the first day I went to UPM. It's a big place and yet, there was not problem regarding our program over there and even if there were problems, the lecturers and admins would never drag us into their ring. How professional is that? I got to admit that, 39 of us have been working our asses out to understand and to be aware of regarding the unsettled business that we need to complete before taking our feet off for practicum. This place is so small yet why are you guys making everything so intricate? 

There was once when I tried to gather the lecturers for a meeting because everyone was so blurred since the briefing was very subtle. It was freaking hard that I needed to raise my voice. I was sorry for that but you never learned the first time so I had to do it again to wake you up. I just couldn't accept the words, "I don't want to discuss with him/her/them because I don't like him/her/them." That was merely stupid. The way each and everyone of you pushes us around making us regret coming back. Even worse, I've explained repeatedly about this program to most of you but you always asked the same thing over and over again. Does it mean that you don't want to know or it is just so hard that you can't even comprehend? You asked for the timetable and dates so I gave, but you didn't even refer to any of them when it came to setting up programs...so the problems appeared because everything was hair-wired and disorganised. You are just lazy aren't you?

The most interesting part of the events was, "Don't compare UPM with IPBA." Wow! Magical words! Why and what should we compare? You are not comparable at all! I'm grateful for the opportunity to study here but not to you. 

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

--> Education of Humanity #Education

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When we talk about education, the pictures that we will have in mind are school and university. Only some realize that education happens everywhere. Education’s purpose is to replace an empty mind with an open one but these days, everyone can get education but only few can be educated. Look at the civilized world we are living today, led by the educated people who trigger wars as if they have do not understand humanity and clemency. Does this mean that schools and university fail to educate them? Does this mean that books do not come with instruction of having common sense? So here is a short story that I wrote for my assignment

Gilbert K. Chesterton once wrote, education is simply the soul of a society as it passes from one generation to another. For Kamala, a single mother, she was one of hardcore poor who had tried so hard to raise her ten-year old daughter, Devi with proper education. They had nothing left after her husband, Siva was sentenced to death penalty for crime.

Every morning, Kamala woke up even earlier than the rooster to find something in the trashcan, something that was not rotten, anything, which could be eaten. She wouldn’t eat because she knew her daughter needed it more. She didn’t clean much because the huge concrete cylinder she called home had nothing much to clean. The house didn’t have a clock but she knew exactly when to prepare her precious daughter for school. Devi didn’t get pocket money, not even a cent, but she got the warmest kiss on her cheeks and forehead from her mother every morning. That sufficed her day…everyday.

William Blake in his words said that there are things that are known and things that are unknown and in between, there are doors. Blake never defines what may appear if one opens the door so Devi took the sweet candy that she had forever dreamed for. She stepped on the van. They whispered nice things to her. They told her that nothing would happen. They convinced her to calm down. They forced her to shut up. They hit her head against the wall. She fainted.

Time passes by, Devi is now nineteen, a beautiful young lady who works at the small salon. She cries everyday trying to find her mother. She cries in her sleep dreaming of those guys who painted black ink onto her innocent childhood. She spent many hours everyday combing the streets, asking people about the whereabouts of her mother. Even though she had a vivid memory of her mother's face, nothing much could be done as she did not have a photograph of her mother. 

It was a Friday. Devi went to the market like she always did every week. She saw an old lady begging for money. The face seemed rather familiar but it wasn’t her mother. She asked her, “Do I know you?”. The old lady starred at her closely, “Devi?”. The old lady was her former school teacher. “I was searching for you since the day they reported that you went missing. Your mother was so worried.” Devi burst into tears. “Where is my mother now?” she asked, shaking the old lady’s right shoulder. “Your mother is dead. She was hit by a car while she was out on the streets. She was looking for you, Devi.” Devi couldn't believe her ears. Her whole world seemed to crash down as she cried her lungs out. “And I…I was the one…who…who hit her…but…but it was an accident. I swear.” the old lady admitted. Devi stopped crying. The silence cut through them like a knife. And in that moment, Devi made a decision that would change her life forever. She took the old lady back to her rental house. She bathed her, cooked delicious food for her and she made her coffee. Devi convinced her that she didn't hold a grudge against her former school teacher for the death of her mother. She told her to let bygones be bygones. She not only accepted the old woman's past mistake but welcomed her into her life as if she was her own mother.

Robert Green Ingersoll mentioned that it is thousand times better to have common sense without education than to have education without common sense. Devi put everything in the past behind her. She wrapped the past in a box and threw it into the ocean with a single kiss and a note written ‘goodbye’. She said to the past, “I let you go because you always held me back and made my steps slower.”

Devi is now starting a new life with a big smile. She may not have her mother around but at least she has someone that knows her now. The promises that she makes everyday before heading to bed, which is to further her studies will always be the key to unlock another door. This time around, she is going to put her heart on her sleeve and with her now, is the heart of a fighter…a survivor.


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