Friday, September 30, 2011

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

I am a Woman...


enough money within her control to move out
and rent a place of her own,
even if she never wants to or needs to...


something perfect to wear if the employer,
or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour...


a youth she's content to leave behind....


a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to
retelling it in her old age....


a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra...


one friend who always makes her laugh... and one who lets her cry...


a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family...


eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems,
and a recipe for a meal,
that will make her guests feel honored...


a feeling of control over her destiny...


how to fall in love without losing herself..


how to quit a job,
break up with a lover,
and confront a friend without;
ruining the friendship...


when to try harder... and WHEN TO WALK AWAY...


that she can't change the length of her calves,
the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents..


that her childhood may not have been perfect...but its over...


what she would and wouldn't do for love or more...


how to live alone... even if she doesn't like it...


whom she can trust,
whom she can't,
and why she shouldn't take it personally...


where to go...
be it to her best friend's kitchen table...
or a charming inn in the woods...
when her soul needs soothing...


what she can and can't accomplish in a day...
a month...and a year...

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Di saat dia bergelar seorang suami

"Aku terima nikahnya si dia binti ayah si dia dengan mas kahwin RM..."
Bunyi mcm sng? Nah ni erti sbnr nya:
"Aku tanggung dosa2 si dia dari ibu bapanya,apa saja dosa yg dia buat,dari dedah aurat hingga tinggalnya solat,aku tanggung & bkn lagi ibu bapanya.Dan aku tanggung semua dosa2 bakal anak2 ku,jika gagal maka aku fasik,dayus & aku rela masuk neraka & malaikat Zabaniyah melibas badanku sehingga pecah


Time anda mbawa Al-Quran, syaitan blh chill lg.
Time anda mbukanya, syaitan stat to "weh dia ni da apahal doh".
Time anda mbacanya, syaitan da gigil .
Time anda memahaminya, syaitan cramp whole body .
Time anda m'amalkan Al-Quran dlm kehidupan seharian kita , syaitan sure stroke Teruskn baca & amalknnya spya syaitan totally stroked , jntungnya mati
Time anda nak send msg ni , syaitan pn m'cegahnya.
Syaitan kta"Jgn SEBARKAN, x pnting, BUANG MASA je"

Friday, September 2, 2011

Beneath through the Hardship- By Jahirah Jalal ABidin

“BEING illiterate is like a curse. It closes all doors to your life even before they can be opened!”

My mother’s words rang loud and clear in my mind.

She had literally been plucked from a remote village in India and brought to the then Malaya by my father, a man she had obediently married some sixty years ago.

Being the only daughter of a well-heeled man, she had believed that her aunt had got her a good match. My mother was fair, tall and willowy. Everyone had remarked on her big eyes and thick lashes when she entered her husband’s house as his bride.

The marriage celebrations had gone on for three days and she had yet to see what her groom looked like. As custom dictated, she had kept her head bowed and eyes downcast throughout the numerous ceremonies that went on during the three days.

The fact that her head scarf had been drawn low to cover her face did not make things any easier.

When she was finally introduced to her spouse, she was shocked. He was stocky and quite dark while she was as white as snow, by North Indian standards.

The fate that awaited her shattered all the dreams that her aunt had spun for her, the very aunt who had made the match.

Being the typical Indian bride, she became a dutiful daughter-in-law to her husband’s childless aunt and uncle who had cared for him ever since he had been orphaned at the age of seven.

Life was difficult as there was nothing of the luxury that she had been used to in her father’s house but she did not complain.

When her in-laws, asked her to pawn her jewellery to release their land from mortgage, she did so without question.

When her husband’s aunt insisted that she wove blankets for them, she did so submissively. After all, she was illiterate and her only skills included cooking, sewing and embroidery.

Six months later, her husband announced that they would be leaving India to seek their fortunes in Malaya. She cried for days but remembered her father’s parting words,

“Your husband decides your life for now. Go with God’s blessings.”

The trip to Malaya took almost a week by ship. All sorts of fears tortured her but she did not dare utter a single word for fear of displeasing her husband.

Upon arrival in Penang, they travelled to a little town in Perak where they lived with another uncle until her husband secured a job.

Life in Slim River was not easy. Her husband often left her alone, unaccompanied for days at times as he eked out a living as a lorry driver at a tin mine.

The kind Malay ladies, sensing her loneliness, tried to make small talk with her, despite knowing that she did not understand a word of the local language.

Undeterred, they slowly taught her simple words which she would need in her daily life. This life went on for three years.

There was no electricity or water supply. She did her washing and bathing by the river.

Despite her frail form, she could carry two pails of water all the way home for cooking and drinking. Every night, she cried herself to sleep.

A few months later, she gave birth to a daughter. Her husband had not been pleased and he had refused to see the new child.

He had expected his first born to be a son. His ego had taken a slight dent, but he did not know that there was a worse fate awaiting him – the tin mine ceased operations and he lost his job.

They had no money and no savings. Not about to give up, he decided to take her and their little daughter to the capital.

For the next few years, they lived with his second uncle and his wife who were also childless.

Life for the young couple was no bed of roses. Jobs did not come easily those days and after failing to secure a job, her husband gave in to the demands of his uncle and aunt.

For two meals a day, he had to wash the drains on the five-acre piece of land and cut the grass while she had to do all the tedious household chores.

Without fail, the old woman would insist that she scrub all the brassware (even though it had not been used) with ash every day before beginning the day’s chores.

She had to wash second uncle’s white trousers and white shirts by boiling them in caustic soda over a charcoal fire and then scrubbing then clean before ironing them using a hot coal iron.

Her daily chores kept her busy and she barely had time for her first-born.

The poor child was often hungry as second aunt did not provide them with breakfast. Deprived of essential nutrients, the poor little girl was thin, almost skeletal.

The young couple endured this terrible life for several years. Even when her husband got a job as a watchman she still had to submit to the will of second aunt.

The couple had a second child, a boy, but he died when he was ten months old. Three years later they had me, another girl. This time my father was not so disappointed. I suppose the hard life had made him more accepting.

“Why did you allow these things to happen, ma?” I asked furiously as she related her painful past.

I held her battered hands in mine; the cuticles were swollen and the nails had turned yellow due to all the washing with caustic soda.

“... because I was illiterate and I had no one.”

That was her simple answer. She had no options as she was financially dependent on others for every single need. She could not go out to work as her husband’s uncle and aunt had a reputation to maintain. They were the cream of the town. No one knew or even suspected that she and her husband were being ill-treated. Worse still, she had to tolerate all forms of verbal abuse.

“My father had never raised his voice. He showered me with love after the death of my mother when I was five.”

My father, who himself had lost his mother when he was twenty-six days old and his father when he was seven, could not do much.

I am now thirteen. I know mother is telling me these stories so that I will be resilient. I also know she wants me to study hard so that I will not have to have a difficult life.

As much as I admire my mother and her perseverance in the face of adversity, I will not allow a similar fate to befall me.

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Nur Kasih a great drama but there's few hickups on the Movie.. =P


I am going to talk about Nur Kasih.

*bangs my head on the floor*

I know, I know...

But it's worth the time. As you all know, there is not one bigger drama in Malaysia than Nur Kasih - not even Manjalara, Adamaya etc etc. Since its premiere in 2009, Nur Kasih has taken the whole nation by storm. People love it, people like it, people feel nothing of it or people hate it - either way, people can't stop talking about it.

So they made a film. A film based on the drama which is, of course, entitled Nur Kasih The Movie.

I can't still grasp the relevance of inserting the word 'The Movie' into every Malaysian films that originated from TV dramas. Remember Dunia Baru The Movie, guys? If the title is pretty enough by itself, then leave it at that. Why have to contaminate the beautiful very Malaysian-like poster of a very Malaysian-like film by inserting the very Western-influenced 'THE MOVIE' caption into it? No purpose at all, I shall say but only to inform the audiences that the film they're about to watch in the cinema won't be 24 episode long. That's why they put in 'THE MOVIE' part. So that you guys won't get confused.

Putting things short, I am ever the fan of the story - drama or film. I watched it for the sake of Kabir Bahtia's insightful and insanely effective directing. Aside from the late Yasmin Ahmad, she is my favourite director. It's irony, though, because she's not even Malaysian in the first place and speaks hardly any Malay at all... I have loved all of his previous works immensely, from Cinta, Sepi to Setem. Cinta made me cry, Sepi melted my heart and Setem made me laughed so hard.

Then came Nur Kasih. My feelings were a bit mixed up. Metaphorically speaking, it's like knowing a really pretty and gorgeous girl with a boring attitude. You love looking at her but you're not interested in befriending her.

So, to sum it up...


1 - Great directing - Kabir Bhatia. Enough said.

2 - Beautiful utilization of cinematography - the camera work is really nice. Every scene seems quite picturesque, giving off this aura of sereneness. A feast to the eyes.

3 – Background music and OSTs – I love love love how the background music fits each scenes perfectly. Effective in channeling the characters’ frustration, happiness and gratefulness to the audiences. Almost gave me goosebumps.


[man, this is going to take a while…]

1 – Over-dramatic storyline
Adam, the hero, had more than two near-death experiences in both drama and film. He had a really bad car accident under the influence of alcohol, was trapped in a hotel for a few days during a terrorist attack in Mumbai, got kidnapped in a cave for six months, was involved in a train accident which killed tens of people and another car accident in the midst of a terrible sandstorm, got lost and was saved by a kindhearted Jordanian boy and later, was afflicted with a heart disease – only to survive in the end, of course. Come to think of it, I can’t help but to pity him. I mean, this guy had been through a lot. So LOT that it became almost unrealistic – like the scriptwriter intended to put in more life-threatening conflicts to the main hero to keep the suspense going. Give the hero a break already! Or at least a normal life where people stop dying around him. How many dudes in real life have that much of a drama, man? More than enough to write a potential best-selling autobiography. Oh wait, he did!

2 – Cheesy lines
Oh God, don’t get me started on this. The characters have nothing but nice and religious things to say. Some of the lines are actually very inspiring and awakening but still, people don't use that kind of sentence in real life. And the main characters never get mad… as in REALLY mad. All they do are love and cry and pray and love and cry and pray again. I want to see the main characters snap or punch somebody or break something... for God's sake, at least make them human...

3 – Too one-dimensional
All the main female characters wear headscarves, act ladylike, love children, obedient to their husband, loyal, patient and educated but well-mannered. As for the guys - they are well-versed in religious knowledge, excellent leaders, gentle to their wives etc etc. No variation, no differences, no conflicts among them. The story represents only one perspective on life which I find hard to relate to the more modern section of society who are more accepting to differences. The story is hardly representative on real life.

4 - Too Idealistic
I have this belief that things like Nur Kasih never happens in real life. Of course some of it does but not all, especially the over-exxagerated ones. Especially the drastic pace of transformation for Adam and his late second wife, Katrina - they were hard clubbers, drinkers and had little faith in religion. Then came a certain event and BANG! He turned into a Mr Ustaz and she began wearing hiqab covering everything save for her eyes. I know that people change and improve on self time by time but not as sudden as this. And the whole theme of the story of how you would always end up doing the right thing... it's getting too formulaic and boooooring...

5 - Imbalance in Characterization
Adam's brother, Aidil, lost his wife in a car accident. Adam, in the effort of trying to console him, told him that he could never imagined being in his shoes and losing his wife. But wait - had he not experienced such tragedy before? Nur Amina is not Adam's first love. Again, I repeat, NOT! She may be his true love but he had been in love with another girl before marrying her. Remember the ever so beautiful Katrina played by Sharifah Sofia? And remember how she had been so cruelly discarded from the storyline after Adam switched his affection to Nur? Man, I was furious. I mean, what the hell? So to keep things simple by avoiding Adam having to choose between his two wives, you kill off Katrina from the script altogether? And worse, she was not even mentioned once in the movie. Adam might have been a great husband to Nur but he acted grossly unfair to Katrina, as if he had never married her at all.

Or maybe the scriptwriter thought the audience had forgotten Katrina, so why waste time dwelling on her.


I tend to be more appreciative of the film when the characters speak no lines. Just let the camera and background music do all the work. Once they do, I cringe. And cringe some more...

Saturday, July 30, 2011

MusLEH DEbate

MUSLEH International Student Debating Championship is set as a platform and stage for young generations to develop practical speaking and critical thinking skills which is essential to become future leaders of the Ummah.
This year marks their 3rd year. MUSLEH International Student Debating Championship with participation from neighbouring countries, like Thailand, Singapore and Indonesia. As a teacher, I think this a good program for the youth to speak up and claim for their rights in certain issues or motion that is going on around the globe.-Pics credits to Nisa- =D

Monday, June 6, 2011


"Tercipta engkau dari rusuk lelaki
Bukan dari kaki untuk dialasi
Bukan dari kepala untuk dijunjung
Tapi dekat dibahu untuk dilindung

Dekat jua di hati untuk dikasihi
Engkaulah wanita hiasan duniawi"

Sunday, June 5, 2011

I screwed up 57% of my teenage life!! ahaha

kay. yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! whaddup?!

it' Jay!

[ ] Gotten detention.

[ ] Gotten your phone taken away in class.

[ ] Gotten caught cheating in a test


[ x] Arrived late to class more than 5 times.

[x] Didn’t do homework over 5 times

[ ] Turned at least 3 projects in late

[x ] Missed school cause you felt like it.

[ ] Laughed so loud you got kicked out of class.


[x] Got your mom / dad etc. to get you out of school.

[x] Texted people during class.

[x] Passed notes.

[x] Threw stuff across the room.

[x] Laughed at the teacher


[ ] Pulled Down The Fire Alarm.

[ ] Went on Myspace , Facebook , Xanga , etc. on the computer at school.(does online games count?)

[x] Took Pictures during school hours.

[x ] Called someone during School hours.

[ ] Listened to an iPod , CD , etc... During class.


[ ] Threw something at the teacher

[x] Went outside the classroom without permission.

[ x] Broke the dress code.

[ x] Failed a class test.

[x ] Ate food during class.


[x ] Gotten a call from school.

[ ] Couldn’t go on a field trip cause you behaved badly.

[x] Didn’t take your stuff to school.

[ ] Gotten a detention and didn't go.

[ ] Stuck up your middle finger at a teacher when they were not looking.


[ ]Cursed during class loud enough so the teacher could hear.

[x] Faked your parents signature

[x] Slept in class.

[ ] Cursed at a teacher to their face

[x] Copied homework (who hasn't)



= 57%

Then Repost this & put the Title as "I screwed up *% of my teenage life

Friday, June 3, 2011

Countdown to Language Carnival



The competition programme for the three categories are Public Speaking, Debate and Choral Speaking that serves as a platform for students and teachers to promote and demonstrate creative ideas in their work. It also motivates students to use English and therefore improves their fluency and command of English. Moreover, it incorporates discipline and leadership quality in the students when they help the teachers to carry out the programme.


· To support the nation’s efforts to encourage the use of English language amongst students.

· To encourage students to participate as the programme promotes integration and inculcates moral values especially self-discipline and teamwork.

· To provide the opportunity for students to show their talents and creativity in the use of English which incorporates writing (public speaking), management (debate) and directing (choral speaking) and other technical aspects.


All students.

Monday, May 30, 2011

IM not Britney But I like her Spirit duhh..

SUka Suka...

Dance like no one's watching, Sing like no one's listening,
Love like you've never been hurt before,
Live like there's no tomorrow.

I’m in love JAmes Franco in 127 Hours =P ♥
A tour de force for Franco,  it.Franco's fine, committed performance is undercut by a script that offers no real insight into his character and by those end clips of the real-Ralston doing his thang' one is left to wonder did this life changing miracle change his life at all? 127 Hours is ultimately about a man wrestling with his own hubristic mode of living, and paying a price for it, but living.

Monday, May 23, 2011

From the Different View..

See, I’m not the hottest chick on earth or anything. I don’t look like Cameron Diaz. But don’t get me wrong. I’m still thankful with what God has given me. I’m not ugly or anything. In fact, I am ashamed to admit this; sometimes I imagine that I am this really hot chick, the super funky angel of the modern world. Yes, I am quite vain.
I certainly am not the hottest girl around heck! I hardly play any sports, one of my greatest chagrin in life.
I love dancing and music and acting and writing and reading books. But again, I’m not noteworthy in any of those respects. I can dance … I’ve imagined myself winning the Academy award but I’m sure I won’t be winning it anytime soon.
And as much as I’ve convinced myself that I have a voice that would rival Siti Nurhaliza’s unfortunately, dreams continue to exist in an alternate dimension.
Writing? Well, let’s just say that it is impracticality for this blog to win the Pulitzer.
I’m not particularly intelligent like Michelle or Joel. NO teacher will ever predict, I am very sure about this, that I’d be the next Newton or Einstein.
I’m not the most amazing orator. I’m not like Haqqa or Azam or Obama or Anwar Ibrahim. But I can speak in front of people. I can speak ok. Nothing amazing or life altering or anything like that. I doubt that any of my speeches will be featured in a future episode of “Voices in Time”.
I don’t know about you but I long to feel special. Does that make me a selfish, ungrateful brat? Maybe. I think I need to start changing my outlook. To see things with an eye for the bigger picture. I don’t see it now, to be honest. I hope that one day I will be able to see the big picture and realise that life is not just about me, but more importantly about others.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Hello IIS- Setiabudi Secondary School...!

Yeah its on 18th of April 2011. Ms Jahirah had sign up for the new teacher position for the form 4 n 5.. This sounds very very challenging for me but im gonna rock it as I could.. Ok so now, it is a mix school where there's the existence of the male students in my class. I was nearly nervous and adrenaline going up and down for me to take over the class inhabitants who much more larger size than I am.. But it turn out to be a more friendly class lesson with MS Jahirah now.The boys are very entertaining and yes it really helps to reduce my stress mood at work. The funny part where some of the boys teasing me for proposing me to marry them in the future.. Haha ok that's so hilarious.. Well, I hope I will enjoy this moment for the next few months.. I just pray to god that I would not quit from teaching this school quickly~=P

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Federal panic..

This is a piece of writing that have been authored by my University study group. Credits to Myself, Hezery , and NElfi.. =) ENjoy everybody.. =)

Federal Inspector = Federal Panic!

Kringgggg…!! The school bell screamed and it showed that the next chapter of the school day had started again. Then, there was a mob of students entering the classroom without their mouth being shut and disregarded their class monitor’s command. From overall record, Form 5A have received the most number of “award” for their misdemeanour compared to other classes .Once, the class whiteboard in Lab A came from the factory 2 months ago. Before this, it was clean and white, smooth with unblemished surface. Unfortunately now, the board is full with scratches, pockmarks, dents and steins that inhibit its effective as a useful tool for the classroom. Now, the school had taken action by substituting the whiteboard with multimedia equipments. Those fragile gadgets were kept locked and it was located up near the ceiling. This is to protect those fragile equipments from being damage by those little rascals.
The clock had struck eight! It’s Chemistry 101. They called the chemistry teacher Mr Din as “The Potion Master”. Mr Din was a bit late that day, he needed to attend a short briefing regarding a science project with the subject administrator. In that case, the chatters and the talkers of 5A kept on doing their job.
“Weh! , where’s that wizard?? Its already eight man! I need to go the bathroom before my make up -- become vanished”, said Rozana, the short girl with a bushy pony tail hair.
“Eh, babe you wore make up to school? That is SOO NOT in the school rules! Hahahaha!” said Amin, his lab partner. Some of the boys even laughed after listening to Rozana’s dramatic “confession”.
“No, actually it is a foundation powder, my skin become dry if I didn’t apply it! By the way, what do guys know about the school rules huh?” ,explained Rozana.
“We don’t even have the school rule book in our bags, Rozi”, replied Amin and his friend Mamat.
Then a student added Amin’s conversation, “Maybe you should ask “The Potion Master” to make some of his bizarre chemical potion for your skin”, said Zack.
The situation in the class was full with laughter and racket. Five minutes later, Mr Din the “Potion Master” came inside the class with his record book and his Chemistry text book. Mr Din is described as a thin man with yellow langsat skin, a large hooked nose, and uneven teeth. He has shoulder-length, greasy black hair which frames his face, and cold black eyes.The situation in class was very ear-splitting like the central market, with the exception of the absence of poultry or vegetables for sale. No wonder why the class was very notorious and famous as the number one on the school’s blacklist for being the worst enemy of the teachers’ eardrums. The deafening sounds of chatter keep on cracking the ears of the “Potion Master”. Luckily, he still got the will to teach on that day.
However, those boisterous noise-makers were not really idiotic morons either. They ranged from average to top-scorers, with the class monitor being the best student in school: the four-eyed guy named Harun with a handsome looks yet has insidious, depressing, sinister, dark persona, dark personality – and was famous for his trademark devious “ku ku ku” laugh resembling Sergeant Major Kururu of Sgt. Frog anime series.

Suddenly, the class turned to absolute silence, which was way too good to be true. Not even a gecko dared to make a sound. Make a noise and you would suffer catastrophic consequences later. The class was like a ground zero of a recently-bombed city in a war. For the first time ever, the school experienced total peace.

The tragedy started with an emergence of a Federal Inspector name Mr Mustapha Rashid. A tall man with beard and songkok. The class members didn’t have any distinct idea who is that man that just came to their class. Mr Mustapha carries a brown case that contains several papers and documents and finally he sat at the back of the class. The student who was sitting in front of him name Aminah started to realised that, there were some evaluation and observation process going on. But, she was not sure whether, the “checking” is to monitor the students’ behaviour or the teacher’s skill of teaching.
The girls at the back were whispering to each other, “Who is that man?”

Mr Din kept on continuing his teaching by starting his explanation about the Atoms by Dalton theory.
“Now, I need you to turn to page 67 of your textbook and read column A and B , then I will ask you after this, said Mr Din. Mr Din the “Potion Master “ was very cool at first since he saw the federal inspector coming inside the class for the first time in his history of teaching. After 10 minutes of self –reading, Mr Din couldn’t even see a single figure of his students in front of him. He couldn’t even mention any name of his student to explain about the theory. Then, his visual started to fade, his adrenaline rushed, his skin became pale and deadly sweating. After a few seconds, the incident became more tragic when he actually fainted and collapsed in front of the class. Everybody was extremely shocked towards the event. It was an unfortunate event for Mr Din when there was a sudden appearance of the federal inspector and this might be the effect of the cause.

The students of Form 5 A went to see the head master of the school to report about this matter. Mr.Din was sent to the sick room where he took a short nap and relaxed his mind for a moment. The lesson would continue the next day, and some of the students even laughed and giggled when the “Potion Master” fainted in front of them.
After the “panic attack”, the school had taken a few actions in order to rectify the problem before it reoccurs in the future. The school sent a proposal to the Ministry of Education and they decided to give three days notice before any federal inspector visits the school. This is to ensure a better preparation in teaching and also to curb FEDERAL PANIC!

Monday, April 11, 2011

The "Cycle life" of Ms Jahirah ... " Ungku Zo^E" =D

Those days in school, I was hoping so badly that I could cut school almost everyday and waiting in line for the SPM to be over. Later than, I've attended the form six classes for like 2 weeks just to fill in my time for not doing nothing after my SPM results are out.After that , I got an offer to entre UNISEL University Industry Selangor which is a Selangor state University that caters courses that will fulfill or meet the industrial needs such as Biotech , Engineering , Business and Language Teaching.Therefore , I opt to choose English language Teaching as my core business. I went off for a 4 years of training to become an English trained teacher that will nourish and satisfies our education system.My journey was a worth of thousand words and finally I got the degree in Education in my hand on November 2010!

After graduation, each of us are trying to search for the right career path and sectors for our future needs. I was waiting for all of the calling from the job that I had applied few months ago and everything was in vain... ;'( So , I was thinking to call my former accounts teacher from my previous school SMK Convent Bukit Nanas , the school that I wanted to quit from.. lol..yet , without CBN I wouldn't become a better well being person now as a teacher..I was proud that the school admin and Pn Ann Khoo herself agree to the Ministry to hired me as the substitute teacher to replace Pn Farah Ainiah who is in her maternity leave. I ve experienced the good and bad here in CBN. Apart from teaching , it gives me the knowledge of life as in life is an on going education that never stops with experience.Although , it just a short while of experience It really give the best memoir ever in my life. I was here as a student from 1995 ( standard 1) until year 2005 ( form 5) . What a long story back huh?... =P and here I am back as a teacher. I know it sounds pretty awesome but I wish I can stay more longer. Sincerely , the things I love here is my girls and the lesson .. Nothing more..See you again girls.. =) J'taime

Saturday, March 26, 2011


CINTA ♥ dalam Islam itu mudah. Jika berkenan di hati, nyatakan padanya dan keluarga. Jika mereka terima, teruskan ke langkah seterusnya. Jika tidak terima, usah memaksa, usah mendesak dan usah menyeksa diri. Ambil masa untuk melupakannya dengan tenang dan teruskan mencari. Jangan jadi manusia yang diperkudakan syaitan kerana cinta yang salah...

Thursday, March 17, 2011

The voice..

The girl you just called fat, has been starving herself and has lost 30lbs. The boy you just called stupid has a learning disability and studies over 4hours a night. The girl you just called ugly spends hours putting on her make-up hoping people will like her, and the boy you just tripped is abused enough at home! There's alto more to people than you think! Put this as your status if you're AGAINST bullying...


A nuclear power plant in Fukushima, Japan exploded at 4:30 AM today. If it rains tomorrow or later, don't go outside. If you are outside, be sure that you have rain protectors. It's acid rain. Don't let it touch you. You may burn your skin, lose your hair or have cancer. Please pass, stay safe and remind everyone you know!!

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Liberal Humanism vs Islam

I am very much at a crossroad. Every day I am faced with the inevitable clash of ideologies and belief within me; Islam and liberal-humanism.
I admit that I feel skeptical sometimes about where Islam stands at certain issues.

It is stated very clearly in the Quran that Allah ( and I mean Allah, as in the One True God not the appellation noun “God) forbids homosexuality. But it is hard to accept this when some of your friends have the alternative sexual orientation. And when you are forced to confront the inevitable clash of ideas, you are reluctant to voice out your disapproval in intellectual terms because (in truth) personally, I do not see any danger to society at large if homosexuality is tolerated. And so the dilemma comes into play. In terms of my faith, it is clearly wrong. In part, I am bound by my faith to say this, nay to believe this. But personally, and this is where the dilemma happens, I think it is quite alright.

Next is an issue very close to Muslims around the world; the Israeli-Palestinian conflict. I just got back from an Islamic program that I attended. Some of the talk that they had was on the Muslim’s responsibility to defend the Palestinians at all costs. I understand this perfectly. But there were a continued flow of negative rhetoric against the Israelis. This is the danger when one generalizes and simplifies complicated histories and political situations. I think that there are not enough efforts being put to understand the plight of the common Israeli person. I do admit and believe that the Palestinians suffer much more than the Israelis but usually talks and articles that I have read are grossly anti-Israeli. When history is generalized and complicated political information become propaganda for certain quarters, we (the common man no! The common person) lose sight of what is the reality. After continued barrage of anti-Israeli adverts, it is unsurprising that one might even go so far as to approve rocket retaliation by Hamas to public places in Israel because it is implanted in our subconscious mind that ALL Israelis are terrorists. (it is my opinion that all forms of violence and usage of weapons greatly stalls the hope for peace in the Middle East even if it is in retaliation. When will it stop then? One side must be the better side and stop first, retaliate NOT. Retaliation is merely veiled revenge. Revenge never leads to peace.)
And I am aware that on these two issues, there are a multitude of different opinion within Islam. It gets very confusing.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Hitler..R.I.P.. But how??

Ok I never post something that even historical and more educational I presumed but something gave me a shocking wake up call after watching the movie The Pianist and Valkyrie...Both movies are adapted during the World War two..whereby the Nazi's are against the protest on Jewish and trying to monopolized the German Empire.. The mastermind here is our friend MR. Adolf Hitler ('may he rest in piece')..Oh yes!?? But he died? Some Jewish community hunt him down and shot him on his head? or he was brought into the center of execution? I believed people are stying to prevail his death epic tale.. Or He committed suicide?Since me and my aunt were debating about Hitler dictatorship. I definitely interested to disclosed this entry of how he actually died..So here how it goes....

It was April 30, 1945, and Berlin, the capital of Adolf Hitler's tottering Third Reich, was a shattered, flaming inferno. Tanks and troops of Soviet General Vasily Chuikov's Eighth Guards army had fought to within a few blocks of the Reich Chancellery. The end was clearly at hand. Some time after lunch that day, Hitler and his wife of one day, Eva Braun, retired to their suite in the Führer's underground bunker to take their lives. They left instructions that their bodies be burned.

The war was over seven days later. Yet for two decades, mystery shrouded the exact circumstances of the dictator's death. In the West it was surmised, from testimony by Germans who were in the bunker at the time, that Hitler had shot himself. The Soviets said nothing. In a book published last week, Lev Bezymenski, a former Red army intelligence officer, reveals that the Russians not only found Hitler's body after taking the bunker but that they also performed an exhaustive autopsy. It showed that Hitler had died by cyanide poisoning, not by a bullet.*

In The Death of Adolf Hitler (Harcourt, Brace & World), Author Bezymenski, now a Soviet journalist, says that on May 4, 1945, a Soviet private came across two partially burned, badly disfigured bodies in a shell crater outside the Führerbunker. The Russians, having mistaken another corpse for Hitler's, at first buried the two bodies, but unearthed them again when a Soviet counterintelligence officer had second thoughts. On May 8, a team of Russian forensic experts performed autopsies in a Berlin hospital mortuary. Their full reports are reproduced verbatim in grisly detail that even notes the discovery that Hitler had only one testicle. Glass splinters, apparently from poison ampoules, were found in the mouths of both bodies. There were no visible gunshot wounds—although part of Hitler's cranium was missing—and "the marked smell of bitter almonds and the presence of cyanide compounds in internal organs" led the Soviet doctors to conclude that the deaths of both Hitler and Eva were caused by cyanide. A meticulous comparison of Hitler's dental records and the teeth found on the corpse convinced the Soviets that they had found the body of the Führer. Eva was similarly identified. Stalin showed "considerable interest in the fate of Hitler," Bezymenski observes with seemingly unconscious irony. Yet the Soviets kept their findings secret. The Kremlin wanted to hold the autopsy reports back, the author claims, "in case someone might try to slip into the role of 'the Führer saved by a miracle,' " and to continue the investigation in order to rule out all possibility of error.