Salam alaik...
Ahh... the sweetness of finishing exam early. Yup, I've finished my exam this afternoon.
(Most haven't even started yet, I think)
This is the third time I've spent my Eid here.
But it's the first time I have exam paper on the day itself. (Some ppl on the other part of the world said 'Welcome to our world, Wani' :p )
Nevertheles, it still felt like Eid and I don't really mind that I have an exam on the day.
I mean, some people celebrate Eid in the middle of war-zone... Who am I to compare?
I'd like to apologize to people whom I could not go to their open-houses in the past week, or to those who text'd me, wishing Eid Mubarak yet I still haven't replied them.
I'd also like to thank those who invited me.
Among the invitations that I've to go to, one was a distant relative. At last I met them ^_^
Some people asked, are you celebrating tonight?
Celebrate? I don't think so. There are still thousands of things to be done, a few promises to be made, a couple of things to settle and most importantly, one book to be finished (before I go home)
4th year Medicine of UWA has officially finished today.
I hope we all passed and proceed to 5th year in Jan 07... insyaAllah...
Malaysia, I'm coming home soon...
On the other note, safe journey for my youngest brother who's going to Yaman this Thursday, insyaAllah... Hazwan, bring back loads of knowledge and teach me what you've learnt!
[Scenery] Ashita no Kioku~
Turn the page, new story is being written now;
What's written today, is tomorrow's memory...
Previously 'Travel With Me' (TWM); this used to be a mean of communication with my Mom while I was in Perth, now it's mainly life reflection, contemplation, and my life journey archive; with some reviews here and there. Like they said, there's more beneath the surface.
October 30, 2006
October 17, 2006
This is me
I was blog-hopping when an entry reminded me of my past and I took a sneak-peek.
Smiling and laughing, I kinda missed those moments.
Till I snapped about almost an hour later.
That was me in the past.
This is me. Now.
This is how I choose to be.
Smiling and laughing, I kinda missed those moments.
Till I snapped about almost an hour later.
That was me in the past.
This is me. Now.
This is how I choose to be.
October 15, 2006
Salam perantauan
Taken from:Salam Aidilfitri (in Utusan), from warga Perth
I was not in the picture however- Couldn't join the trip to Yanchep with them earlier this year.
Eid Mubarak, everyone!
Are we now?
"The move is a sign of the Islamic country's submission to persistent U.S. pressures to persuade Islamic states change religious education syllabus claiming that such changes would help contain the spread of radical views and limit the increase of terrorism.
Among the changes the Moroccan government made, was removing a picture of a mother and her daughter wearing Hijab, the Islamic headscarf, from the latest editions of a text book.
Also a verse from the Qur'an where it asks Muslim girls to wear the Hijab has been taken out of the books.
Abdelkarim El Houichre from the Association of Teachers of Islamic Education expressed doubts about the government's motives:
"I think there is pressure coming from the United States, which believes that teaching about traditional Islam and teaching girls to wear headscarves will somehow encourage extremism and terrorism," he said "
More on: Morocco changes religious syllabus
So our freedom of practicing religious belief now has to be compromised by this so called 'terror'?
Why do you have to provoke anger and ridiculousness?
So much of freedom and rights... the one country that's known for voicing rights is now being very narrow-minded.
Among the changes the Moroccan government made, was removing a picture of a mother and her daughter wearing Hijab, the Islamic headscarf, from the latest editions of a text book.
Also a verse from the Qur'an where it asks Muslim girls to wear the Hijab has been taken out of the books.
Abdelkarim El Houichre from the Association of Teachers of Islamic Education expressed doubts about the government's motives:
"I think there is pressure coming from the United States, which believes that teaching about traditional Islam and teaching girls to wear headscarves will somehow encourage extremism and terrorism," he said "
More on: Morocco changes religious syllabus
So our freedom of practicing religious belief now has to be compromised by this so called 'terror'?
Why do you have to provoke anger and ridiculousness?
So much of freedom and rights... the one country that's known for voicing rights is now being very narrow-minded.
October 11, 2006
Madrasah Ramadhan
Her dark eyes were fixed onto the computer screen. Her brain was working fast- absorbing, digesting and letting every word sink deeply into her processing chamber. Minutes ticked and her face scrunched up into a deep frown.
'Where has this girl gone?' The question kept repeating itself at the back of her mind.
As she read more and more of the past 2 years entry of her journal, more questions arose.
'What happened? What has gone wrong in the past year?
What made it change?
How did she become worse?
Has it been slowly progressing for the past 10 months? Or has she always been like this?
'This is not who I want to be! This is not who I worked to be!' She thought disgustedly.
Her gaze snapped towards the mirror next to her study table.
'I don't know who you are anymore' She whispered softly.
'You are not the same person anymore. When?' She asked silently. 'When has everything changed? Why was the personality so different as day and night?'
Or was this person really herself? Has she not recognized it before?
Has she not noticed it before?
It's weird- the different things she always recite in her dua and the different things she's portraying in her character.
"You failed yourself." She told the reflection in the mirror.
She realized now that everything went down hill faster when she thought her friends were purposely hurting her. That night, she recalled, she cried herself to sleep- believing there's no one anymore to listen; no one except the Creator of the Holy Book she was reciting while sobbing till she fell asleep.
The next day, she felt numb and retaliate silently at everything and everyone. She fell back faster into her old-self- hooked up with some of her worse habbits back then and distinctively feeling the feelings she poured in her poem back then- 'Feels like Being Left Alone'.
How long ago was that? 6 years ago? That long, huh?
Ironically, it felt worse this Ramadhan. This Ramadhan was not like last years. No significant better difference and she kept wondering why.
Admittedly, she knows she's an emotional wreck. And she hated it. She needs to solve her problems. She doesn't want to let this Ramadhan goes before settling her emotions, character and attitude.
There's no guarantee that she'll see the next Ramadhan and it will be a total waste if she keeps on wallowing in her darkness without trying to capture the light.
"I want to change –no- I NEED to change" she voiced out loudly. It reverberated throughout her room.
'I am going to change. I will not let 3 years of hardworking waste away. I will change my attitude for the better. I wish for a better character and I will work for it.
It's time to leave this nonsense behind.
It's time to throw this jahiliyah away.
It will be hard, but it will be worth it!'
She took a pen and a paper and started to jot what she wants to achieve before the next Ramadhan, hopefully by the end of this Ramadhan.
This is 'Madrasah Ramadhan' for her.
InsyaAllah...
_______________
Wahh.... lamanya tak 'menulis'. I used to have this 'itchiness' to write a fic/poem back then.... sekarang dah tak de... And tetiba datang balik... 'tangan gatal nak menulis' :p
'Where has this girl gone?' The question kept repeating itself at the back of her mind.
As she read more and more of the past 2 years entry of her journal, more questions arose.
'What happened? What has gone wrong in the past year?
What made it change?
How did she become worse?
Has it been slowly progressing for the past 10 months? Or has she always been like this?
'This is not who I want to be! This is not who I worked to be!' She thought disgustedly.
Her gaze snapped towards the mirror next to her study table.
'I don't know who you are anymore' She whispered softly.
'You are not the same person anymore. When?' She asked silently. 'When has everything changed? Why was the personality so different as day and night?'
Or was this person really herself? Has she not recognized it before?
Has she not noticed it before?
It's weird- the different things she always recite in her dua and the different things she's portraying in her character.
"You failed yourself." She told the reflection in the mirror.
She realized now that everything went down hill faster when she thought her friends were purposely hurting her. That night, she recalled, she cried herself to sleep- believing there's no one anymore to listen; no one except the Creator of the Holy Book she was reciting while sobbing till she fell asleep.
The next day, she felt numb and retaliate silently at everything and everyone. She fell back faster into her old-self- hooked up with some of her worse habbits back then and distinctively feeling the feelings she poured in her poem back then- 'Feels like Being Left Alone'.
How long ago was that? 6 years ago? That long, huh?
Ironically, it felt worse this Ramadhan. This Ramadhan was not like last years. No significant better difference and she kept wondering why.
Admittedly, she knows she's an emotional wreck. And she hated it. She needs to solve her problems. She doesn't want to let this Ramadhan goes before settling her emotions, character and attitude.
There's no guarantee that she'll see the next Ramadhan and it will be a total waste if she keeps on wallowing in her darkness without trying to capture the light.
"I want to change –no- I NEED to change" she voiced out loudly. It reverberated throughout her room.
'I am going to change. I will not let 3 years of hardworking waste away. I will change my attitude for the better. I wish for a better character and I will work for it.
It's time to leave this nonsense behind.
It's time to throw this jahiliyah away.
It will be hard, but it will be worth it!'
She took a pen and a paper and started to jot what she wants to achieve before the next Ramadhan, hopefully by the end of this Ramadhan.
This is 'Madrasah Ramadhan' for her.
InsyaAllah...
_______________
Wahh.... lamanya tak 'menulis'. I used to have this 'itchiness' to write a fic/poem back then.... sekarang dah tak de... And tetiba datang balik... 'tangan gatal nak menulis' :p
October 9, 2006
History of Medicine
I was doing one of my Infectious Disease lectures while waiting to break the fast, when I stumbled across this:
2000 BC- Here, eat this root
1000 AD- That root is heathen. Here, say this prayer.
1850 AD- That prayer is superstition. Here, drink this potion.
1940 AD- That potion is snake oil. Here, swallow this pill.
1985 AD- That pill is ineffective. Here, take this antibiotic.
2000 AD- That antibiotic doesn't work anymore. Here, eat this root.
I laughed.
2000 BC- Here, eat this root
1000 AD- That root is heathen. Here, say this prayer.
1850 AD- That prayer is superstition. Here, drink this potion.
1940 AD- That potion is snake oil. Here, swallow this pill.
1985 AD- That pill is ineffective. Here, take this antibiotic.
2000 AD- That antibiotic doesn't work anymore. Here, eat this root.
I laughed.
October 8, 2006
Insan Utama
My mood's up to listen to this song...
Somehow, it motivates me to do some studying :)
Listen to: "Insan Utama" (click to download)
Munsyid: Haddad Alwi
Engkau mengenalnya
Insan yang utama (Siapakah kiranya?)
Lelaki pilihan
Menjadi utusan
Ia menunjukan
Jalan kebenaran (Muhammad kukira)
Baik hatinya (Baik hatinya)
Santun perangainya (Sungguh santun perangainya)
Jujur katanya (Tak pernah dusta)
Kita menyayangnya (Bersholawatlah baginya)
Ia teladan bagi kita semua (Ia-lah teladan kita)
Sebagai karunia yang diberikan Allah bagi semua
Muhammad nama-nya
Ikuti jalan-nya
La la la...
Somehow, it motivates me to do some studying :)
Listen to: "Insan Utama" (click to download)
Munsyid: Haddad Alwi
Engkau mengenalnya
Insan yang utama (Siapakah kiranya?)
Lelaki pilihan
Menjadi utusan
Ia menunjukan
Jalan kebenaran (Muhammad kukira)
Baik hatinya (Baik hatinya)
Santun perangainya (Sungguh santun perangainya)
Jujur katanya (Tak pernah dusta)
Kita menyayangnya (Bersholawatlah baginya)
Ia teladan bagi kita semua (Ia-lah teladan kita)
Sebagai karunia yang diberikan Allah bagi semua
Muhammad nama-nya
Ikuti jalan-nya
La la la...
October 5, 2006
October 4, 2006
Fuel Watch
TEN News reported that the fuel price will keep on plummetting till probably reach the lowest AUD 1 early next year.
We've seen the effects now.
I'm happy.
Can save up on my petrol budget *YaY*
We've seen the effects now.
I'm happy.
Can save up on my petrol budget *YaY*
October 2, 2006
News of Friday
We had our Iftar at UWA musalla on Friday night, then tarawikh there afterwards.
Everything seemed normal.
And we had Iftar at our friend's place, organized by WAPEC last night.
Only then did I know.
There was a drive-by shooting at Mirabooka mosque during tarawikh on Friday night!
Even though nobody was reported seriously injured (though their mind would be traumatized), I still can't believe that it happened very near to us, in Perth! In Ramadhan, a holy month, nontheles!
What are they trying to invoke? A terror? While we are peacefully praying?
"A WOMAN has told how a bullet missed her head by 5cm when it was fired into a mosque in a drive-by shooting.
Ahdielah Edries, 38, was on the second storey of the Mirrabooka mosque, north of Perth, on Friday night when an unknown gunman fired a shot through the window.
"We were in the middle of praying ... I was in front of the window. I heard what seemed like a massive explosion and felt something go past my ear," Ms Edries said..."
More on: Mosque targeted in drive-by shooting
Everything seemed normal.
And we had Iftar at our friend's place, organized by WAPEC last night.
Only then did I know.
There was a drive-by shooting at Mirabooka mosque during tarawikh on Friday night!
Even though nobody was reported seriously injured (though their mind would be traumatized), I still can't believe that it happened very near to us, in Perth! In Ramadhan, a holy month, nontheles!
What are they trying to invoke? A terror? While we are peacefully praying?
"A WOMAN has told how a bullet missed her head by 5cm when it was fired into a mosque in a drive-by shooting.
Ahdielah Edries, 38, was on the second storey of the Mirrabooka mosque, north of Perth, on Friday night when an unknown gunman fired a shot through the window.
"We were in the middle of praying ... I was in front of the window. I heard what seemed like a massive explosion and felt something go past my ear," Ms Edries said..."
More on: Mosque targeted in drive-by shooting
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