A girl beyond her years feeling so much anger within and frustrated, she voices herself so well, it sumhow makes me wonder how cud such a kid be getting these kind of feelings, it makes me wonder why such a young girl, is able of telling all these words of suffering. It hurts deeply as she was saying all those word in tears of agony.
May Allah protect her and all the innocent muslim souls in diz world.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
gem of palestine..
Remembrance of Al-Quds..
TANGGAL 21 Ogos merupakan tarikh yang amat penting dalam lipatan sejarah umat Islam. Apa tidaknya, Pertubuhan Persidangan Islam atau lebih dikenali dengan OIC lahir kerana insiden 21 Ogos. Apakah yang berlaku sehingga persidangan ini tercetus?
Pada 21 Ogos 1969, seorang lelaki berbangsa Australia bernama Dennis Michael Rohan telah membakar Masjid Al- Aqsa. Api menyala besar dan membakar tembok serta mimbarnya yang besar (mimbar Solahuddin).
Api marak dengan dahsyat sekali seolah-olah seluruh Masjid Al-Aqsa akan musnah ketika itu. Sehinggakan pihak bomba juga tidak hadir menghulur bantuan. Tetapi Allah s.w.t telah menyelamatkan Masjid Al-Aqsa dan melindunginya. Akhirnya api dapat dipadamkan.
Setelah itu orang-orang Yahudi membuat pengadilan pura-pura terhadap Rohan. Lucunya, Rohan mendakwa bahawa dia diutuskan oleh Allah untuk melakukan pembakaran itu, bersesuaian dengan berita dari Kitab Zakaria.
Apa yang menyedihkan kemudiannya ialah Yahudi membebaskannya dengan mengatakan Rohan ‘gila’, dengan kata lain, tidak waras.
Maka, atas sebab itu, Rohan tidak dapat dipertanggungjawabkan atas kejadian tersebut. Bertitik-tolak insiden menghinakan itu, negara-negara Islam di seluruh dunia bangkit mempertahankan tempat suci mereka dan mengecam perbuatan keji terhadap Al-Aqsa.
Maka sejak itu, 21 Ogos tanpa gagal diangkat sebagai Hari Al-Quds sedunia. Ia disambut sebagai tanda memperingati tragedi pembakaran masjid Al-Aqsa.
Tragedi tersebut merupakan catatan sejarah yang paling menyedihkan dalam sejarah umat Islam. Masjid Al-Aqsa yang begitu suci itu dihina sedemikian rupa.
Tidak menghairankan apabila semua umat Islam seluruh dunia ‘terbakar’ hati dan perasaan mereka kerana tindakan Rohan, 38 tahun lalu. Begitulah nasib Tanah suci umat Islam yang ketiga setelah dihuni oleh rejim Zionis.
Perlu diingatkan, isu Masjid Al-Aqsa ini ada hubung kait dengan hal-hal Palestin. Maka selayaknya, isu Palestin ini merupakan isu yang dipertanggungjawabkan bagi sekalian umat Islam. Satunya kerana, kedudukan Masjid al-Aqsa sebagai Tanah Suci ketiga dalam Islam. Selebihnya ia merupakan kiblat pertama umat Islam selain menjadi bumi didiami para Nabi serta pusat pemerintahan dunia Islam seperti yang dirakamkan dalam hadis Rasulullah.
Bagi masyarakat bukan Islam, isu Palestin menggambarkan ketidakadilan dan kezaliman rejim terhadap bangsa Palestin yang perlu sama-sama dibela dan diperjuangkan.
Hari ini Palestin berada dalam tangan rejim Zionis yang telah merampasnya daripada tangan umat Islam.
Akibatnya, umat Palestin telah dihalau keluar, dizalimi, ditindas, dikambinghitamkan, dipenjarakan dan dibunuh. Nasib yang melanda umat Islam Palestin memerlukan pembelaan dari seluruh umat Islam.
Sebagai usaha pembelaan dan kepedulian, maka Hari Memperingati Al-Quds atau Remembrance of Al-Quds (ROQ) merupakan sebuah gagasan yang menjadi simbol solidariti umat Islam di Malaysia terhadap umat Palestin.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
season finale...
haha, obviously it's been a while since my last post.
n currently, we've been given a short break b4 reporting back for further training.
so, here are some photos during the graduation day.
nak criter dah x ingat, hahaha...
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
driver's epic...
Assalamualaikum...
bonjour!
aloha~
here are some updates of my flying progress now;
>> i've finished my single engine, n had started flying the twin engined aircrft already.
>> assigned to fly in subang (yeay!!) until 7th of june n back to KB to finished d remaining hrs for simulator.
after 21 months of suffering in APFT, my life has nvr been better. with few more flying hrs to go, less lesson to be completed, flying with a nice instructor, in a nice aircrft, along with nice friends of mine, staying in a nice place provided by APFT, surrounded with a nice flying environment in subang.... voila! life hd never been better! hehe
it's been a while since my last post, hehe, well, maybe coz i kind of like my previous post, so i delayed the 'outdating' process of it. sumhow, even b4 dat post, im not a frequent updater coz seriously, i really hv a lot of ideas to be expressd, numerous of thngs to tell, many incident dat wanted to be discussd, but, unfortunately, whenever i clicked on the 'new post' icon, my head went blank~ all out of a sudden, i cudnt initiate my fingers to tap onto the keyboard to make even a single complete wording. so, if anyone hs any idea, i'l be glad to be helped. hehe.
yesterday wuz the 3rd of june 2008. 21 years ago, exactly on the same date, i wuz brought into diz world, embraced by my beloved mother as their first newborn baby boy, heir of the throne!! haha. well, im not really sure wut happened back there on the day i wuz born, so, u may ask my parents for more info. hehe.
anyhow, perhaps it wasnt a 'healthy' birthday, as i hd a flu on the day b4 which later, lead to a bit fever. n there i wuz,on the night of my birthday, laying on my bed wearing a comfy sweater, full-covered in a thick bluish blanket, accompanied by my LG phone, which to my suprise, received more birthday wishes than i expected (i expected just 3, dats all). hehe.
during the day,although i wasnt in a pink of health, but i still hv to fly. apparently, i didnt hv much of a choice since i wanted to finish d flying hrs A.S.A.p. Luckily, my route was a bit short, from langkawi to penang, hah! it just took bout 45 minutes. hehe. from subang to langkawi, n from png back to subang, all handled by faqih n syafiq.
here are some photos taken while we're overhead png.
d mall seems familiar, but not sure which is which.
Aite then. dats all for now i guess...
au revoir!
Saturday, May 17, 2008
eternal gift~
I wished that my mom would just disappear from this world so I said to my mom, "Mom, why don't you have the other eye?! You're only going to make me a laughingstock. Why don't you just die?" My mom did not respond. I guess I felt a little bad, but at the same time, it felt good to think that I had said what I'd wanted to say all this time.
Maybe it was because my mom hadn't punished me, but I didn't think that I had hurt her feelings very badly.
That night...I woke up, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. My mom was crying there, so quietly, as if she was afraid that she might wake me. I took a look at her, and then turned away. Because of the thing I had said to her earlier, there was something pinching at me in the corner of my heart. Even so, I hated my mother who was crying out of her one eye. So I told myself that I would grow up and become successful, because I hated my one-eyed mom and our desperate poverty.
Then I studied really hard. I left my mother and came to Seoul and studied, and got accepted in the Seoul University with all the confidence I had. Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. Then I had kids, too.
And I asked her, "Who are you? I don't know you!!!" as if I tried to make that real. I screamed at her "How dare you come to my house and scare my daughter! GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!" And to this, my mother quietly answered, "oh, I'm so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address," and she disappeared. Thank good ness... she doesn't recognize me. I was quite relieved. I told myself that I wasn't going to care, or think about this for the rest of my life.
Then a wave of relief came upon me...one day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. I lied to my wife saying that I was going on a business trip. After the reunion, I went down to the old shack, that I used to call a house...just out of curiosity there, I found my mother fallen on the cold ground. But I did not shed a single tear. She had a piece of paper in her hand.... it was a letter to me.
She wrote:
My son...
I think my life has been long enough now. And... I won't visit Seoul anymore... but would it be too much to ask if I wanted you to come visit me once in a while? I miss you so much. And I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I decided not to go to the school.... For you... I'm sorry that I only have one eye, and I was an embarrassment for you. You see, when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn't stand watching you having to grow up with only one eye... so I gave you mine...I was so proud of my son that was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye. I was never upset at you for anything you did. The couple times that you were angry with me. I thought to myself, 'it's because he loves me.' I miss the times when you were still young around me.
I miss you so much. I love you. You mean the world to me.
My world shattered!!!
Then I cried for the person who lived for me... MY MOTHER
Ummi...
diz post is a tribute to my beloved mother...
n here she is...
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Mothers are accorded a special place of honor and respect in Islam. A mother sacrifices for the well-being of her children.
She has many sleepless nights either because her child is sick or because of worries. No one would believe, unless they have experienced it, that older children need more guidance. All you can do is wish for them the best, raise them well, and have them grow up with strong moral values and firm religious background. The mother is the primary teacher of the child, the best well-wisher.
Imagine how it is for children who did not have a mother. Some children die out of lack of love or have attachment disorders. Our dear Prophet (Muhammad s.a.w) lost both his father before he was born, and his mother at a very young age. How he must have suffered without his two parents to guide him. Yet this is what gave him social consciousness and empathy for other orphans. So this Mother's Day, and every day, give your mother a hug. No one can replace a mother, or her love.
here is a video which is undeniably touching, as this song so eloquently reminds us; "We shall never find another love as tender towards us as our mother's" .
Ummi - by ahmed bukhatir
I will return oh mother لسوف أعود يا أمي
And kiss your chaste head أقبّل رأسك الزاكي
And supress all my complaints أبتّك كل أشواقي
And taste the scent of your blessings وأرشف عطر يمناك
enjoy the richness of your comfort أمرغ في ثرى قدميك
my cheek when I meet you خدي حين ألقاك
Water the soil with my tears أروي الترب من دمعي
Happy that you are alive سرورا في محياك
How many nights did you stay up late فكم أسهرت من ليل
So that I could sleep to my content? لأرقد ملأ أجفاني
And how many times did you thirst وكم أظمأت من جوف
So you could quench my thirst with your tenderness? لترويني بتحناني
And one day I was ill, I do not forget ويوم مرضت لا أنسى
The tears from you that were like the rain دموعا منك كالمطر
And your eyes which stayed awake وعينا منك ساهرة
fearing that I may be in danger تخاف علي من خطر
And the day we parted at dawn ويوم وداعنا فجرا
and Oh what a harsh dawn that was وما أقساه من فجر
Words cannot explain what يحار القول في وصف الذي
I felt when I abandoned you لاقيت من هجري
And you told me things which I still وقلت مقولة لا زلــت
remember throughout my life مدّكرا بها دهري
"You will never find a heart محال أن ترى صدرا
more tender towards you than mine" أحن عليك من صدري "
You will never find a heart محال أن ترى صدرا
more tender towards you than mine" أحن عليك من صدري
Saturday, April 26, 2008
touche~
phew~ finished my navigation olredi...
a bit cloudy as usual..
KUALA TERENGGANU ^_^
Marang...
Perhentian Island!!
hmm.... indescribable! shud be an excellent choice for a holiday!
Two Mothers, One Message
'Each taught me the meaning of life in her own way ' written by Maria Zulfiqar, RD april 2007
My sister Maryam and I would often pretend that she was terminally ill and the only option left was an operation. The best part of it was my declaration to our mother, in the most melodramatic tone I could muster, that Maryam had not survived. My mother always told me very gently that a doctor’s first priority should be to save her patient’s life, no matter what. “The rest lies in God’s hands,” she said.
When I was 18, my childhood dream took a step closer to reality when I was accepted into King Edward Medical University in Lahore. My mother’s words about a doctor’s duty rang in my ears on my first day at the college.
Clinical interaction with patients didn’t begin until the third year, and when it was my batch’s turn for the ward visit, I was almost hysterical with excitement. Beds were allotted to individual students. I walked over to my bed and encountered a very strange sight: a woman covered with a metal case on which a light cloth was placed. She was moaning with pain. I soon realised that she was a burns victim.
It was the first time I saw someone who was critically ill. I tried talking to her but she was barely conscious. Her mother, a grey-haired woman with a wrinkled face and a determined gaze, was standing by the bed. She told me a little about her daughter. Her name was Aisha*. She was 22 years old. Her husband was a shopkeeper and she had two children – a two-year-old daughter and an infant son.
“Why are you defending him?” the mother replied. “He is the one who did this to you. He should be punished for what he has done. You just tell me the truth!”
Her cries drew the attention of other patients in the ward. I tried to comfort her by telling her what was being done to save her daughter. It made no difference. Sobbing, she slowly moved towards the corner and collapsed on the floor.
I looked at Aisha’s chart – it said she had suffered burns to 83 per cent of her body. Oh God! I thought. At 30 per cent, burns are regarded as life threatening. She was up against almost three times that! Still, I tried to console Aisha’s mother. “The senior doctors are trying their level best to save your daughter’s life. Please don’t lose hope. If you cry, what will Aisha think? She needs you more than ever now.”
With a heavy heart, I left the mother and daughter and returned to my classes. That night, I couldn’t sleep. How will I face the mother if Aisha dies? I kept thinking. I considered Aisha to be my responsibility even though I was just a third-year student. I should have told the mother the truth, I thought. I shouldn’t have given her false hope.
His easy tone shocked me. “How did you tell her relatives?” I hesitantly asked.
He eyed me with curiosity. “I just told them she was dead. What do you think I could have said?”
I was taken aback by his “professional” attitude, which lacked the slightest touch of humanity. A mother who had lost her daughter to a violent and painful death had learned about it in such a cold-blooded manner. I left early that day and cried my heart out. When I was a child, telling my mother about the make-believe death of my sister was easy. Now I shuddered at the thought of what I would have done if I had been the one to tell Aisha’s mother.
A few days later, I ran into Aisha’s mother, who had come to the hospital to pick up some paperwork. She looked at me and smiled gently. Then, placing her hand on my head, she kissed my forehead and prayed for my long life. “You doctors did whatever you could,” she said. “The rest was His will.”
That was nearly three years ago, but her words are still fresh in my mind. I have just finished my final year of medical school and I haven’t seen another case as horrific as Aisha’s. But I am not afraid anymore. Aisha’s mother equipped me with something I already knew but didn’t understand. My own mother had told me the same thing again and again, but it was lying dormant within me.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Bukit Besi...again~
hola!!
again, navigation en-route to bukit besi (may refer to my previous post), but diz time, im just a safety pilot, accompanying a fren who felt lonely flying alone, haha, bdn je besar, tp hati...alahai~
First, of course the introduction of the team:
keropok n ipod, ngeh3. ( kdg2 tgh fly kalo perot lapar, bley ilang fokus tau!! n kalo bosan2, bley dgr lagu)
Bachok, nice beach but a bit cloudy la td.
somewhere...over the rainbow~ hehe.
flying by the golf course, there were sum ppl ( those golfers dudez i think), waving at us, but x sempat nak amek gmbr...
And so, we continued our journey to d next stop, tasik kenyir, AGAIN~ sumhow, since we've been to tasik kenyir several times, it's kinda boring if we fly d same way from d previous flight. so, we flew low level along tasik kenyir. take a look a diz pic, n obviously, some of the trees are higher than our wing..~ huhu
n dats it, after passing tasik kenyir, we continued the journey as per normal operations.hehe..
After d flight..From left, Capt Rahim, me, Capt Ramlan n syafiq.Giler comel instructor aku nie.. haha..
aite then.
au revoir!
Friday, April 11, 2008
Exuberant Dawn!
aloha~
WOoooHo0oo!! Finally! At last! All the night flights had been completed. heh. it wuz fun during the early part of the night flying progress, sumhow, lame2 jadik bosan plak... coz it's very tiring. we're alwiz ended up totally exhausted n famished. plus, we're flying all alone... alaaa, sume ader pros n cons. so, night flying ni, ader yg best, n ader gak yg xbestnyer.
dinner~ twiggies n ice lemon tea. "it's finger licking good" - my foot!
view of kota bharu at night.. it wuz surely a magnificent view. calm n romantic. I like. hehe
the runway... awesome!
Navigation- tasik kenyir damp
two days after d last night flight, i flew a nav flight, en-route to Bukit besi, Terengganu n back to KB via Tasik Kenyir wit azim as my companion (safety pilot la kirenye). I've flown passing overhead diz lake few times already, but dat time, it wuz d first time we had the damp in-sight. mcm great wall of china pon ader jugak. alang2 dah lalu, ape lagi, sight-seeing la kejap, we're at 3000ft, 200ft diffrence wit d highest peak (2875ft, if im not mistaken). Ha, here r sum pics taken;