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29 November 2008

down memory lane

Salam everyone! ;)

This is one post that I have been postponing to write, for some unknown mysterious reasons.. Hehe.. In truth, I have been longing to write it, coz there's so much to write, there's so much to share and there's so much to reminisce. Yet, there's so little time for me to do everything in one go. Excuse excuse excuse... ;p

Well, where shall I start...? Yep, let me introduce my school first! Aku sekolah dulu 5 tahun kat Sekolah Tuanku Abdul Rahman, Ipoh (a.k.a. STAR). Sape tak pernah dengar nama sekolah tue, sila angkat tangan...! (*wham*smack*) Rite.. One thing I would like to point out about this school that you lots often got it wrong is the name the school was honored after. It was the first Agong, TUANKU Abdul Rahman that my school was named after, and NOT after our Bapa Kemerdekaan, TUNKU Abdul Rahman. It never failed to annoy me whenever people got it wrong. So please get it right this time, people...! Ok, aku tak nak cite panjang-panjang la kan, pasal sejarah sekolah nih. Kalau korang nak tau jugak, silalah rujuk buku ulangkaji sejarah terbitan Sasbadi versi ke-5 cetakan kelapan... Hehehe... Tak pon, log on je to its website. Kat Wikipedia pon ada actually.. Cool huh? ;)


Nak dijadikan cerita la kan, bapak aku old boy. So there was this one day, after the UPSR results were already out (...and yes, I was among the thousands who managed to secure 5 A's), aku ngan mak bapak aku pergi STAR, sebab bapak aku ada occasion. I can't remember what exactly was it, but that was my first time going to STAR. Before that, pernah lalu tepi je and I remember my dad was saying, "Ha, tue la sekolah papa dulu..."

To be honest, aku agak terkezut dengan keadaan sekolah yang dah reput tue. Memang flabbergasted la jugak... Astaka buruk gile, toilet kotor and the whole school macam ancient sangat. So I made a point to my parents yang whatever it is, whatever offer yang aku dapat (time tue macam dah sangat yakin dapat masuk SBP la kan... ;p), aku TAK NAK masuk STAR. Coz I couldn't simply imagine how am I supposed to survive in this harsh and miserable place. Anak manja la katakan...

So yeah, my parents did accept my request. Besides, bapak aku nie bukan jenis pull pull string. In fact, he hates it. So he didn't use his quota as an Old Boy, which by right, I could simply be enrolled into STAR without a formal offer form the MoE. Hhmmm, so I thought, okaaayyyy! Thats settled then!

And then, you know, as the saying goes, God knows best. My destiny has already been decided, even long before I was born. The day yang result SBP keluar tue, my friend nie, called and excitedly told me that I got an offer from SDAR (Sekolah Dato' Abdul Razak). Or at least, that was what I thought he was saying. Tapi bila aku tanya dia balik dengan nada ala-ala Teletubbies yang happy bergumbira, "SDAR Seremban?", jawapan yang aku terima ibarat petir membelah dada... Hehehe... He said, "Tak, bukan SDAR. STAR, Ipoh..." *gedebush*

What an amazing introduction to an amazing 5 years life in the one of the most amazing places on earth. *wink* That shall be it for now. Insha-Allah, I'll write more in the future, coz there's so much to tell and share! Enough for me to say for now that my 5 years in STAR were very much responsible for who and what am I today. =) And I believe, my comrades out there would have a lot to say and share as well! Together, we'll make 'Once a STARIAN, always a STARIAN,' alive... *big grin*

-gabbana-

Misses his good old days so much...

22 November 2008

A tribute to Nyamouq

Hahaha... Ko yang mintak kan...? ;p Well, here we go, my friend...!





A picture worth a thousand words huh? So korang pandai-pandai la interpret sendiri...!! Hihihi~ (In fact, I welcome all sort of interpretations...!!!)

-gabbana-

p/s: Nyamouq is a friend in need, a best friend indeed... ;) Miss ya!

21 November 2008

MARAH!!!

Yes, I was so angry this afternoon. Like REALLY. Even to the extent I was at the verge of crying. No kidding.

I am surely glad I changed my mind at the last minute, to attend the Palestine talk. Students from An-Najah University actually came all the way from Palestine, to share how does it feel to be oppressed, to be denied the basic rights as a human being, to be embarrassed, to be violated, to be tortured. And all these happened in your own homeland.

It's sad. It's really sad. Although I have been following updates in Palestine whenever I have the chance to do so, (it can be said that I am somewhat updated with the current situation) it seems that I have to be constantly reminded how awful it is to live there in Palestine. Yeah yeah, give your sympathy, or even empathy. Honestly, that would NEVER be equaled to living there yourself. It will NEVER be the same as those who have to go through ridiculous check points everyday, every time, even if you just want to go to school. It will NEVER match the misery those Palestinians have to bear, living in constant fear that today or tomorrow, you might be arrested for reasons only the Zionists la'natullah know. Dammit...!!!!!

I am glad, still am, that I changed my mind last minute. That I walked back to school, even though I was just steps away from the tube station. I am surely glad. Alhamdulillah.

And just recently, it was circulated around that that stupid Llyods TSB has asked the Islamic Bank of Britain to halt any businesses and transactions with Interpal. Subhanallah. La hawla quwwata illa billah... Of all times in this world. Of all situations.

O Lord! Bestow upon them, my Palestinian brothers and sisters, your unprecedented mercy and blessings. O Lord of A'lamin! Ease their pain, ease their sorrow and ease their misery! O Lord of the Worlds! There is no god but YOU. There is no lord but YOU. There is no king but YOU. Help my Palestinian brothers and sisters. They are indeed in most need at this crucial time. Give them refuge, O Lord. Give them the strength they need most in this terrible time. Unify us all, O Lord. Unify us all, O Lord. Unify us all, O Lord. Give us the strength and the wisdom and the patience and the unity and the guidance to crush the inhumane kuffars. Amin.

I have the strongest faith that the time will come when Islam, Muslims, the ummah, US will climb back the mountain and conquer it, which we once had slipped so deep down into the abyss. It will take time, definitely, but it will come.

"When the victory of Allah has come and the conquest, And you see people entering the religion of Allah in multitudes, Then exalt [Him] with praise of your lord and ask forgiveness of Him. Indeed, He is ever Accepting of repentance."
- an-Nasr, 1-3.

-gabbana-

18 November 2008

Sleepy head

Ok kawan-kawan, eja btol2... M.E.N.G.A.N.T.U.K.. Atau versi sempoinya, N.G.A.N.T.O.S. Hehehe.. Tue la aku ari nih. Aku pon tak tau knapa. Padahal malam semalam tido punyala awal. Cukup la 6 jam lebey aku bantai tido... Masha-Allah... Hehehe...

Serious ngantok. Tadi time Encik Dougherty melalut-lalut pasal Econometrics, dengan tonenya yang ala-ala Datuk M. Daud Kilau dah hilang suara, aku tersengguk-sengguk sebelah kawan aku nih. Dia pon boleh bwat dono je... Haih... Or wuz it becoz dia malu-malu kucing nak tegur aku...?? Haish... Mata aku nih, macam ada gam. Bukan setakat gam kanji mahupun UHU glue, gam gajah pon bukan. Aku ingat gam hipopotamus la... Susah btol nak bukak! Nasib baik la aku tak gi bantai tido teros... Silap haribulan, mau aku berdengkur siap...! Hehehe...




Pastu, lepas Zuhur tadi, ada lecture Micro I pulak. Haih, aku memang paling lemah sekali ngan lecture nie la... Mana taknya?? Suara Mak Cik Margaret Bray yang dok ngajar Micro I nih, aku ingat kalau Ning Baizura dengar pon mesti dia tabik spring punya...! Hehehe.. Dahla ari nih aku salah pilih tempat. Aku gi dok antara saf yang paling depan sekali. Nak pahala lebey la konon... ;p Ha, ambikk!! Sakit kepala nak kena dongak. Dah syok-syok bersandar + mendongak kepala + cuaca sekitar yang suam-suam kuku, hah, solve la sendiri equation tuh. Ada la terpergi Zimbabwe kejap tadi, melawat budak-budak kecik yang kebuluran kat sana. Terbalik Malaysia pon ada, tapi sekejap je la. At least towards the end of the lecture tue hilang la sket kemengantokan aku. So ade la gain something from the lecture.. hihihi..

Aku kat sekolah dulu memang terkenal as a sleeepy head. Dari F1 sampaila sebesar-besar F5. Sebut je subjek ape, mesti tak pernah terlepas menjadi mangsa aku...!! Hehehe.. Sampaikan cikgu-cikgu semua dah kenal ngan perangai aku. But the best part was, diorunk tak kisah sangat pon...!! Kenapa...?? Hahaha... No need for me to story about that here. Lain kali je la... Tapi alhamdulillah, after SPM, college life and now, university life, aku rasa aku dah improve banyak. Well, I still ter-doze off occasionally, hehehe, but not as often... ;) Tak tau la camne bile dah kerja nanti... Haiyo... If only sleeping is a full time job, with lucrative salary... Hehehe, in my dream je la...

Tapi kan, bila fikir balik, kan perasaan mengantok tue jugak satu nikmat daripada Allah...?? Kan kan...? Agree...? Just imagine, nak tido tapi takde rasa mengantok... Haaa... Tak ke seksa tue...?? Subhanallah. =) So, just bersyukur dengan nikmat mengantok tue. Jangan salah guna sudehh... ;p

-gabbana-

Yang cuba nak hilangkan mengantok...

16 November 2008

Sayonara Jahiliyyah!



Hoi jahiliyyah...!
Kau mengetuk pintu hatiku,
Ketika aku masih lemah,
Akal dan fikiranku,
Tidak bermaya menahan noda,
Nafsu kian membara,
Kau datang,
Kau hadir,
Membawa khabar gembira.

Hoi jahiliyyah...!
Kau datang pelbagai rupa,
Kadangkala serupa wanita lagaknya,
Manja dan mesra,
Menggoda dan menagih sayang,
Mengikat janji kasih setia,
Kau datang,
Kau hadir,
Manakan mampu aku menolaknya?

Hoi jahiliyyah...!
Kadangkala lebih halus mihnahmu,
Alunan lagu mendodoi asyik,
Menabur puji indahya dunia,
Atau filem dongeng Barat keparat,
Leka dan lalai aku terlupa,
Kau datang,
Kau hadir,
Membawa seribu bahaya.

Hoi jahiliyyah...!
Tabik aku berikan padamu,
Pelbagai cara kau guna,
Belajar itu penting katamu,
Atau sahabat baik jangan dilupa,
Juga riadah penjana minda,
Kau datang,
Kau hadir,
Membisikkan celaka ke dada.

Hoi jahiliyyah...!
Mujur kini aku sedar,
Kau hanya menabur kelikir,
Batu api dari neraka,
Dosa yang tiada penghujungnya,
Untuk kau berkongsi sama,
Di hari taubat tidak diterima.

Hoi jahiliyyah...!
Ketahuilah,
DIA datang memberi cahaya,
Menghulur tangan dan harapan,
Seribu syukur aku panjatkan,
Kerana aku belum lewat,
Kepadamu mahu ku katakan,
Goodbye!
Selamat tinggal!
Sayonara, hai jahiliyyah!

-gabbana-

Yes, we can!


What have Barrack Obama and Lewis Hamilton got in common?

There are both black, living in white-majority country, proud with their immigrant descendants and yes, both are champions.

Just a few days ago, Hamilton has made the whole Britain proud by earning the 2008 Formula 1 overall champion title.

Today, Obama has sent a clear message through out the whole world that anything is possible, by being elected as the 44th President of the United States of America.

***

Okay, that was what I wrote a week ago, before I heard an amazing khutbah from this amazing brother during solat jumaah. I have been wanting to finish up this article (about the connection between Obama and Hamilton). But now I am glad, I'm really glad that I didn't.

The khutbah initially focused on Zaid ibn Harithah r.a., a sahabah, one of the closest and beloved companions of Rasulullah S.A.W. And then it went on describing how Umm Aiman, whom Prophet Muhammad S.A.W. had a profound and genuine compassion as she was the one who took care of him during the early life as an orphan, was married to Zaid ibn Harithah r.a.. They then had a son, Usamah r.a., who was also one of Rasulullah S.A.W.'s favourite. How amazing it is huh? To have the whole family being loved and cared by the Prophet of Allah S.A.W. himself? But then, I was wondering, what is the whole point of these descriptions and stories? Somehow I felt that the brother didn't hit the bull's eye this time, like he usually did. Not just yet, it turned out.

As he began the second part of his khutbah, then only everything made sense. A real-bang-on your-head sense. Ok, all of them were black. As in, their skin color. For all this while, Bilal ibn Rabah was the one who always crossed our mind whenever black is mentioned, in respect to Prophet Muhammad S.A.W.'s companions. We tend to forget that Zaid ibn Harithah r.a., Umm Aiman and Usamah r.a. were black as well. And most importantly, they were very special on the eyes of Prophet Muhammad S.A.W..

Let me just further describe Zaid ibn Harithah r.a. and his son, Usamah r.a. a little bit more. Zaid r.a. was adopted by Prophet Muhammad S.A.W. and he loved Zaid so much that he considered Zaid as his own son; even to the extent where Zaid was known as Zaid bin Muhammad. This was true until the revelations from heaven came saying that adopted children must retain their real father's name. Zaid was the only sahabah whose name is mentioned in the Holy Qur'an; regarding the issue of Rasulullah S.A.W. to marry his divorced wife. And Zaid was made the commander in chief for the Mu'tah war, where he was killed as a syuhada' (may Allah bless his soul). When Rasulullah S.A.W. delivered this message to other sahabi, his eyes were filled with tears.

Usamah r.a. on the other hand, was one of Rasulullah S.A.W.'s favourite kid in the block, besides Hassan r.a. and Hussein r.a. (try recalling the hadith that illustrated how Rasulullah S.A.W. fondly played with Usamah and Hassan; Usamah on one of his knees and Hassan on the other). When he was just 18, Rasulullah S.A.W. gave Usamah the honour of leading an army of 3000 Muslims (the biggest number so far) against the Roman empire. Remember, in the team, there were great sahabi such as Abu Bakr r.a. and Umar al-Khattab r.a.. And there were also voices and rumours spreading around about this, not liking the decision made by Rasulullah S.A.W.. Yet, Rasulullah S.A.W. had put his deepest trust on Usamah's ability and leadership to head a group of believers to crush the Kuffars, which exactly what he did, and of course, successfully shut all the bad mouths up.


Ok, now le me just deliver the point. People all over the world were somewhat deeply engaged to the recent US election, and it was somewhat apparent that since the race kicked off, Obama with his catchy campaign, "Yes, we can!" was leading it. He was seen as a sign of change, a new hope to all Americans and possibly the world; thanx to his skin colour (he's not even pure black for heaven sake... So is Hamilton.). In fact, I have to admit that I was somehow optimistic with his capability and eloquence, that he would lead America to a better future. A new era for America. Hail Obama. The first black American president, in a country that is widely known as the world's 'peacekeeper' and trend maker.

Hallo?? 1400 years ago, our most beloved Prophet, Muhammad S.A.W. had led the way. He had shown us how. He appointed Ziad ibn Harithah r.a., a black man, to lead one of the biggest and most significant war in the history of Islam. Rasulullah S.A.W. appointed Ziad's son, Usamah, at a very young and tender age, to command the warriors of Islam against the biggest and most feared armies at that time; the Roman empire. And he didn't dissapoint. Open your eyes, people...!! Free up your mind...!! Can't you see it just yet...??

If you are still not convinced, don't worry, I still have Bilal. Bilal ibn Rabah r.a. was one of Rasulullah S.A.W.'s sahabi who was guaranteed a place in the jannah, whom before Islam was revealed was a mere black slave to Umayyah, possibly the lowest position a human being could ever hold during the Jahiliyyah era of Mekah. And guess what?? After he embraced Islam, Rasulullah S.A.W. gave him the biggest honour anyone could dream of; calling people to worship the one God, the truly God, Allahu A'zza wa Jalla. See how Rasulullah S.A.W. had alleviated an ex-slave's position in the society just like that? He had shown us the way. Rasulullah S.A.W. was indeed the truest and the gretaest leader of all time.

And here we are, all fussed and excited and enthusiastic about a black man who for the first time in the American history is appointed to the highest position in the country. Remember, America is the same country that just a hundred years back was hostile and full with hatred towards Obama's ancestors. That a few decades back still practiced preferential treatment based on the colour of your skin. And here were are, celebrating and sharing the euphoria of the Americans who claim themselves are always leading by example, the most democratic and just society. Probably they should go to the library, find an encyclopedia and have a good look at Islamic history. Then they will feel ashamed.

Home run.

-gabbana-

p/s I: The only moral value that I can possibly think from Obama's and Hamilton's victory, that we Muslims can probably consider - NEVER be afraid to dream, even if it's the wildest one. Nothing is impossible. =)

p/s II: But then, come to think about it, with Obama's connection with the Zionists and Hamilton's 'casanovaic' characteristic and what not, I don't they would be a good role model or us, Muslims. If you really need one, there were hundreds of sahabi and tabi' tabiin and ulama' who can really fit the picture. Voila! Like honestly, rite...? *grin grin grin*

5 November 2008

Living in a Modern JUNGLE

Cuba korang bayangkan, suatu hari nie kan, Kak Sheripah Aini masuk la dalam kedai runcit nie, nak beli susu pekat manis ngan gula pasir kasar sebungkus. Si pekedai pulak, dalam konon-konon nak tunjuk kemesraan ala-ala 'Bersih, Cepat dan Betul' pon layan la si Kak Pah kita nie. Tanyala apa khabar, kenapa lama tak jumpa, sekarang nie bwat apa, hows life... You know that kind of stuff...

And Kak pah pulak, ala-ala glam gitu, mestila layan kan? Dengan hilai tawa ala-ala yayadan, dicampur dengan rambut menggerbang bak lagu Sheila Majid 'Tiru Macam Saya.' Mesti la rasa seronok, orang kenal kita yang serba popular nie, tak gitu...? Dan cuba korang bayangkan la pulak, alih-alih Kak Pah jejakkan je kaki keluar daripada kedai tue, dia terdengar si pekedai tadi berbisik kat isterinya, "Eh, sape tue ek? Macam kenal..." Ha....!!!! Agak-agak la kan, apa perasaan Kak Pah time tue...?? Ade rasa macam nak pelempang free kat pekedai tue tak? Tak pon, terasa macam nak terjun gaung kat Gua Musang nun...??

Hehe... Macam tue la yang aku rasa bila aku menghadirkan diri nie ke rumah terbuka (walaupun Syawal dah abes dah time tue... Orang Melayu kan... Raya biar over!) seorang kawan di Bayswater sana. Terjumpa la seorang makhluk dari Warwick nie, yang dah dekat setahun lebih tak jumpa. Mau aku tak borak ngan dia...! Aku cakapla, ko idop lagi rupanya. Kenapa tak turun London. Ko bwat ape skang? Ala, borak-borak kosong nak hidupkan suasana la lebih kurang. So ok la. In a way, tho dia bukan kenalan yang rapat pon, at least aku ada la terasa happy sket, coz dah lama tak jumpa.

And korang tau?? Just moment before aku nak balik sebab dah kenyang makan nasi ayam, tiba-tiba aku terdengar yang dia berbisik sesuatu kat kawan baik aku sorang nie. Aku tanyela kat kawan aku nie, apa dia cakap... And guess what?? Dia tanya, "Eh, sapa budak yang pakai scarf hijau tue eh? (Aku la tue...) Tiba-tiba je mesra semacam.." Gedebup!!! Ha, rasa macam ada batu hempap kat kepala aku. Terasa macam kena lempang pon ada...!!

Nasib baikla budak tue agak terkenal ngan ke'ignorance'nya... Kalau la tak, aku ada gak terfikir nak saman dia or something.. Hehehe.. Hai, dalam era IT serba canggih nie, masih ade lagi orang yang cenggitu ek?

-gabbana-

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