...It Was A Misunderstanding...

A pillow flew from my flick. Apparently my parents were there to spectate it.


Suddenly I hear the screaming sound of my mother. She screams at me and scolds me...thinking that my intentions were that I'm disobient or being rude to them.


Huh?HUH?WHAT? ---> This came into my mind.

I'm sorry mom...but it wasn't my intention. I did not do it in purpose. Apparently the flick became hard and it flew. So...?

The saddest part of it is that...she became angry and as always she brings my prayers into this? "Kau sembahyang tunggang terbalik tapi kurang ajar dengan mak bapak?" Huh???? - It means in English "You do your prayers 24/7 but rude to your parents?" - What? I'm sorry but why does my prayers have to come to play? Hey...do all of you perform your compulsory duties? I don't think so? And with that comment...I am deeply saddened because they make it sound like I'm not doing my duties from the heart.

I said that it was unintentional so be it. And stop! No need to prove my or relate to my actions to God. If you wanna comment look at yourself on the mirror and say...have I been an example to my child? Think about it.

I never meant to be rude...and I don't intend to. So...if my sister...younger sister were to do the same thing. Would she have reacted the same way? BULLSHIT! I'm sorry for that word. Because why? Because they are afraid of her....WHAT? I'm sorry...

So...if she doesn't do her duties...and do something bad...or rather you feel that is rude...You both keep quiet? I've seen enough. They drew first blood...but I have no choice but to reason back...because my faith has nothing to do with a flying pillow.








PERIOD!

Tahun Baru/A New Year

Tahun Baru Azam Baru
A New Year A New Resolution

Tahun Lepas Jadi Tauladan
The Year That Passed Becomes A Lesson

1...2...3...4....to 10, the environment in Simpang Bedok was nice as the stall vendors there pop poppers...banging on their frying pans in party hats and masks. I watched at them smiling at their happy and silly antics and with my family talking about future plans and about the memories of the past. It was a happy yet solemn moment.

Before that, it was a mini gathering at the brothers Dorai's house. I did expected more people to come but hey...it was just the bros...Nazri and his wife, the Dorai bros, their parents and myself. Oh ya...not to forget their animals too...hahahaha...They are always nice having these gatherings at occasions where friends can meet up and tie up lose ends or just...catching up! :D I really miss them.

Before the mini gathering was also another gathering with the 'Orange' Area 9. Hahahaha! Yeah...why orange? It's because ORANGE represents NPCC Area 9...our first ever coloured shirt as a family. It was really nice to meet all the old and new faces. It's always crazy with them and their antics. I really really miss them all.

Well then...now to the serious part. A new year in the roman or english calendar, means a new resolution to correct or improve the pass. If I were to list...it would be long...so...only Allah (God) and I know what they are. And the past mistakes or successes or so...is a chance for us to reflect and analyze. Every single day is a blessing given, our actions, our everymoves tells us a story or a result in the future. We only plan, Allah (God) makes it come true. Whatever happens in life...I take it because it is written by the Almighty and Al-Seer.


May this new year be a blessing and happy time for all in the world. I still have another new year coming up...This january...Tahun Baru Hijrah (Islamic New Year) =D

NO MORE

NO MOREEEEE

NO MOOORRREEEEE!!!!!!!

The Day I Turn...20...

The day begins like any normal day...sunny morning...morning prayer...shower...etc...then off to school.

First wish: Mom, said "Happy Birthday" before I left home to school.

Arriving in school...an old friend from my sec sch...my junior wished me.

Next...in class...I forgot how it went but suddenly we were talking about the day and suddenly came my birthday stuff. And they sang...Thank you W56H! For the song and best wishes! Especially my team. :) Great Working with ya Guys and Gals. ;)

The day went by with "brothers from the prayer room" wishing via sms...and as the time goes my one of my best buds in Bodybuilding Danie smsing during my presentation...hahaha...Thanks!

Then after that...came surprises...My Dragon Boat friends are really picking tricks on me.

- First...met accidently at the canteen elevator. We greeted, entered the lift, exited to head to the sports complex via this quiet corridor. Sadik went "Ah...it feels warm here." He stops and looks like enjoying the warmth after a whole days work in air-con. Then, one out of the 5 came...."It's your birthday right?" Thus...the birthday bash begins...with hits to my left back and shoulder from brothers of DB (Dragon Boat). The good thing is that they reminder...and I really really appreciate that. Again..Thanks!

- Then came another surprise before going back home...it's a long story but nonetheless it was another surprise from my dragon boat friends.

In the gym...it was all power military press and pull-up training, 10 sets of 100% RM (POWER HEAVY) reps. It was one "sexual" training...really HARDCOREEEEE....Thanks Fio as always for the support!

Lastly, a wish via two means. 1 - SMS, 2 - Friendster message. Yun Jing...I really appreciate the time and thought my friend. Though we don't see each other around in Republic Poly anymore but from this...I really thank you for the thought via two means. =D


I really must say Alhamdullilah (Praise to God) for a wonderful day and every second of my life of the challenges and gifts for all my 20 years of my life. I really appreciate and cherish every moment of my life no matter what I went through....it is a lesson and test by Him and gift from Him to us all to test us of our Iman (Faith).


Well that's all I've got to leave in this legacy of mine. May I wish and pray for all of you for happy, fruitful and good days and all the best ahead in life!!!!

Regards,
Sheikh Muhammad Ally
*Big Boss 87

...Fail ONE...Fail ALL...

The weather was fine...it's getting darker as around 60 students were waiting outside of the sports complex in their tired faces waiting for it to end. "This is our final one!", someone shouted as the best wishes and shaking of hands were made between comrades in SAS (School of Applied Sciences).

The results were good, everything was an A...well except for a streatch where a B was managed but in his eyes, it was a confirmed GOLD. "This would gain me a 2 months exemption from BMT." as I thought to myself. It's the final test that would end all of it.

BUT...it has been 3 years since I've ran this run of 2.4km. The last timing was back in secondary 5, which was 9.43 mins. He wasn't all hopes about it now at the age of 20 and after years of Strength training ONLY...that he would make it at that time but all his hopes and prayers now falls into Allah's hands. I need to only put in my best effort. If I lose...I lose...If I don't...I win....Either way...Alhamdullilah.

Now...the line up...at number 19...he wishes the last best wishes to the people around him vice versa. And...THEY'RE OFF! The command was given and the run began. The first round was a lead...till the problem came. OWWW!!! Not a sticth...it can't be...He tried his best to finish it by the time limit. Everybody was giving their support as I gave mine to them back...but the pain was unbearable...it was....a............................................FAILURE.

The A's that were gained have now turned to dust as his good friend, the instructor, Kwok Ping (Hope I spelled it right) told that...Fail ONE...Fail ALL.





No.....It can't be....A....R....re....Retake?


I raise my hand in gratefulness to Allah for bringing me this far. A Retake it shall be.







.....................................I'LL BE BACK!

This time I will get it....Insya'Allah.....



P.S.
I would like to thank everyone for allllllllllll the support and motivation passed throughout the whole NAPFA test. May you be rewarded for the kindness. :) And to those who have passed, congrats and to those who have not...DO YOUR BEST!

...Disturbed...Concerned...

The world...look at how beautiful it is...

The people...look at how the people live in it...

The time...look at how time passes by like a train wizzing past the train tracks.

But all things come to an end.

I just have this feelings, this dreams...maybe I'm just thinking too much but it's just that...events, people around me...around us are revealing what is mentioned to be taking place.

What concerns me is of our mission, our main purpose, my main purpose in this borrowed time of ours. We have read or know of what is to be done but why are we still ignorant?

I can't help but to see what my love ones, the pple around me and even MYSELF! sometimes run away from that purpose.

I make this as a REMINDER...a BIG REMINDER...to myself and to anyone, brethren and people. That we must not let go or deviate ourselves from that purpose.

"Namun Ku Punya Hati (I Still Do Have A Heart)"

"Namun ku punya hati...Juga gayaku perasaan...Hidupku yang begini...Kadar waktu diizin tuhan."

Above is an excerpt from a malay song. The title of the song is "Namun ku punya hati" which in english means "I still do have a heart". Why I bring this about is because of the story behind the song. The song is sung by Revolvers a malay band back in the 80s (if I'm not mistaken). The summary of the song is about the disabled, about that eventhough they do not have the luxury of such things that we take for granted and use such as sight, smell or even movement. This song is somewhat special to me...for it really touches the heart and it does bring a tear to my eyes.

Why I decided to post about this is because of my journey back home from Republic Poly every night after school. Well...not really every night but mostly...in Woodlands, I will see this man...I think to be in his 40s struggling to find the toilet at the MRT area. I will do my best if there isn't anyone else to lend a helping hand to help him to his destination. But tonight...it was somewhat...more...I kinda got to know about his life abit.

I'm not saying that I want to judge about what he said...but I know I've seen him before selling chocolates, pens, tissues...He explains further that it's part of his income. PART OF HIS INCOME...and he was giving a sad sigh that this time his sales were not good as he was lost...because HE CAN'T SEE anything. To rub salt to the wound...he shared to be about his life...living alone. No family, no wife, no children...no one. Upon saying that...I managed to bring him to his destination and part to go to mine...but it kept me thinking...it really saddened me. I was feeling the tear but I held it back reluctant to show too much sympathy. For I felt that based on his way of speech...I feel that he was saying "Though my life is like this but my life in this world is a gift by God." which again reminds me the lyrics of the song.

As a fellow muslim or being basically a man with thought, there is a responsibility of us to one another in which is to help the best way that we can. That is our secondary mission, primary is with God alone. I have heard of abuse, reluctance to care, discrimination to these disabled people. It not only saddens me but also makes me angry for what can they do to harm us? They can't move properly, chase us, they can't see us, hear our swears...they are to what I feel blessed from the SINS THAT WITH OUR CAPABILITIES TAKE IT FOR GRANTED! And still THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO DARE HURT THEM!!!? If only we took the time to ponder...if only we took the time to listen!, I believe that they might "Forgive me my friends for sharing this place with you in this world, to find my tranquility. Till the time God takes me away."


To listen part of the song, I have taken this video from youtube to let you listen to this wonderful song:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uaTGQQ9dB50