An Ordinary Girl

A Woman in Love

2012-02-09T10:43:00.000-08:00

If I'm in love with you,
I'm only in Love with Him,
My love begins at the end of your existence.

You are but another face,
And yet,
You....I cannot replace!

And with you,
I'm in love with all of you,
Not an ounce of you I wished for different.

I'm a woman in love and a woman scorned,
Heaven and hell,
Both has no place for me!

Kesederhanaan cintaku

2012-02-08T19:41:00.000-08:00

Aku ingin mencintaimu dengan sederhana,
Dengan kata yang tak sempat diucapkan kayu kepada api yang menjadikannya abu.

Aku ingin mencintaimu dengan sederhana,
Dengan isyarat yang tak sempat disampaikan awan kepada hujan yang menjadikannya tiada.

Time to Go

2012-02-04T08:21:00.000-08:00

But a short visit,
Everything isn't more than this.
But another phase,
That is all!

I coveted,
And became the slave of the object of my desire.
How so very fine was the parting line.

It was You that I came looking for,
I realized I didn't have to!
And so all the things I look for...are the very thing that is not You.
I need not look for You.

I was wrong to have coveted,
But oh do I miss you!

A Changed Person

2011-12-26T01:53:00.000-08:00

It's been quite awhile,
And I'm a different person!

I no longer move with Newtonian, but of Maxwell or Quantum.

What's there to share but His Face?
Where?
Everywhere! In everything!
To an extent where I find a problem drawing a line.

I can do everything and I cannot do anything!

Tiada Aku TanpaMu!

2011-10-03T04:09:00.000-07:00

I turn the Music up!!

2011-09-19T08:25:00.000-07:00

I turn the Music up, I got my Records on....I shut the world outside until the Lights come on...Maybe the streets alight maybe the trees are gone...I feel my heart start beating to my favourite Song!

Loving You

2011-09-07T01:45:00.000-07:00

Loving You,
Is easy cos' You are Beautiful!

Dead Lions

2011-08-08T11:09:00.000-07:00

All the lions are dead,
So what we have are eunuchs!

Tanpa, cintaMu aku hampa!

2011-07-28T22:17:00.000-07:00

Back to School

2011-07-21T08:04:00.000-07:00

To register as a doctoral candidate, one submits a novel proposal.
One then gets admitted to the school.

How do I get admitted into this graduation picture?
I think, by death!

I Don't Belong Here!

2011-07-19T22:42:00.000-07:00

The Rough Sea and The Pole

2011-07-19T22:24:00.000-07:00

I'm in a rough sea,
Hanging to a Pole,
On days when the sun shines bright,
The Pole appears a friend that keeps me safe,
The Pole is the only thing that keeps me from drowning.
The Pole is a friend.
The Pole is a Mercy.

On nights of thunderstorm,
When my limbs are thrown around,
There's a temptation of letting go of the Friend,
It gets tough to hold on.
Stupidly, drowning seems better than living.
Stupidly.

.

2011-07-19T22:04:00.001-07:00

You.

Without which, I disintegrate!

Why Mimi?

2011-06-24T05:18:00.001-07:00

...Because in this House of Mercy, majority forgets The Generous Giver,
and that pains me!

...Because I know Him,
and when there was absolutely no one that could save me,
He was there!

...Because I am here a servant,
and He is my only Master!

Impossible Not to Do!

2011-06-19T23:56:00.000-07:00

"I know I felt like this before,
But now I feel it even more..."

Sweet Home...

2011-05-10T10:13:00.000-07:00

I've never felt so alone all my life,
And yet, so not alone!

I've never felt this discontentedly, content!

Have never felt so out-of-place,
My room makes no more sense!

My heart takes charge, where my brain once was,
As though, decapitated!

I want to go Home!

Cure Me

2011-04-16T11:05:00.000-07:00

Say that Name just one more time, for no music will carry my feelings through,
Say that Name, for my eyes can hold no more!

Say that Name just one more time, for it tags at my heart,
Say that Name, for my soul can bear no more!

Say that Name just one more time, for nothing else move me,
Say that Name, relieve me from this misery!

Say that Name just one more time, for without which I'm empty,
Say that Name and fill me!

Say that Name just one more time, let it ring through me,
Say that Name and I'm happy!

Say that Name just one more time, let Its Greatness cure me,
Say that Name and cure me!

You

2011-04-09T09:58:00.000-07:00

I hear nothing but Your Voice,
And when I turn...Your Glare.

I see nothing but Your Greatness,
And in each...Your Stare!

I feel nothing but Your Breeze,
And on my skin...I'm bare.

I turn to look...though in vain,
I know, You're There!

Marrakech

2011-04-01T08:31:00.000-07:00

You, who would like to forever hide,
Never to be known,
To Beg and Beg,
You will never fit this city,
Not your robe...Nor your beard...Nor your demeanor!

A city that's becoming less yours,
A city that once was,
The hub of Knowledge!

You, who appear savage,
On the street built by savages,
You will never fit this city...not anymore.

A city that once was,
Built by savages!

Marrakech,
You were built by defenders!
Those that stared piercingly into the eyes of modernity and denied them!
You stood firm through desert storm and snow,
For your walls were plated with gold,
Gold that was the savage!

Al-Hambra

2011-04-01T07:37:00.000-07:00

If these walls could talk,
They would have said,
"Indeed, no one conquers except Allah (Wa la Ghaliba Illa Allah),
And that the Sierra Nevada on the background testifies those words,
Enough is it for you...and, enough is Allah for you!"

If these walls could talk,
They would have advised you to abase yourself by the grandeur of the snow capped mountains, and the contrast of the blue sky against the green-white columns that upholds it,
And not through the paradox of the engravings that you made out of your feeling majestic!

If these walls could talk,
They would have reminded you of Majesty,
And being reminded of Majesty, you are reminded to bow and hide your powers,
For they were never yours!

If these walls could talk,
They would have advised you to hide in the streets,
Gathered amongst the Faqirs...in glorification!

If these walls could talk,
They would have beg to return to ground where they belong,
To prostrate to the Power they witnessed, that sank the un-sinkable,
To be with Him in solitude,
For He lies not within these walls...nor any other!

Langkah ku

2011-03-03T23:31:00.000-08:00

Langkah kemana kaki ini?
Ke arah mana?
Menuju mana jalan ku ini?

Langkah kemana kaki ini?
Kerja apa tangan ini?
Tua ini umurnya kemana?

Langkah kemana kaki ini?
Keringat ku mengalir dibakari apa?
Lihat apa mata ini?

Langkah kemana kaki ini?
Juangnya apa?
Hasilnya, adakah cukup seberapa?

Langkah kemana kaki ini?
Sampaikah ke tempat tuju?
Tahukah tempat tuju, jasad ini?

Kau langkahkan lah kaki ku ini,
Peganglah perjalanan ku ini,
Tujukan lah ia kepadaMu!

'Twas a Year Ago

2011-03-03T23:20:00.000-08:00

Twas a year ago that I looked behind my back,
And you were limping trying to catch up!
When something about your presence caught my attention,
Tagged at my heart!

"I can be myself now, finally,
In fact, there's nothing I can't be!"

And this song set the background of that memory.

On Your Birthday

2011-02-15T21:23:00.000-08:00

If there was one person on earth who deserves a gift on his birthday,
It would have been you!
For, it was only you who gave up your entire life in the struggle for His Acceptance of us!
That is just how much you care.

You forsake your pleasures and gratifications,
When He asked for whether you would like Suleyman's fortunes,
You told Him...Later!
Instead, You told Him to pardon us,
Something we don't deserve!
We who so nonchalantly gave away your life's struggle for a short acceptance by mortals,
Who so easily 'diss' off your ways in the name of modernity,
We who so dare call that city, prehistoric!
How dare!

And yet,
On this day that marks an act of Mercy from Him,
I could only imagine what you would say if you were here,
When I pose a question for what is it that you would like,
You would have said,
Nothing would make you happier on this day,
Than my total obedience to Him.
You would have told me to kiss the ground and Glorify the Magnificence above my lowered head,
To Glorify the Magnificence in the morning and late in the afternoon,
To follow the things you've enjoined...not because of anything, but because it's the best way to get through this short passage,
And then,
You would have told me to long for return!

On the eve of your birthday,
I ask not the things that I would have done for you,
But...
What would I have not done for you...Sallallah hu 'alayhi wassallam?

Love Dogs

2011-02-12T19:30:00.000-08:00

One night, a man was crying,

"Allah! ..... Allah!"

His lips grew sweet with the praising,
Until a cynic said,

“So, I've heard you calling out, but have you ever gotten any response?”

The man had no answer to that,
He quit praying and fell into a confused sleep,
He dreamt he saw Khidr, the guide of souls, in a thick, green foliage.

Khidr : Why did you stop praising?
The man : Because I never heard anything back

Khidr:
This longing you express is the return message!
The grief you cry out from draws you toward union!
Your pure sadness that wants help is the secret cup!
Listen to the moan of a dog for its master,that whining is the connection!

There are love dogs,
No one knows the names of,
Give your life to be one of them!

One night, a woman was crying,

"Allah! ..... Allah!"

- Adapted from Mawlana Jalaludin Rumi

Elixir

2011-01-18T09:13:00.000-08:00

Kau yang berselindung
Di balik sutra
Warnamu pelangi

Engkau mustika hati
Pesona Cinta
Mahligai Rindu

Malam dingin yang kejam
Aku tiada gentar
Kerna Cintamu

Misteri alam yang terbongkar
Lena jadi sedar
Kerna Kasihmu

Yang dulu ku cari
Rupa-rupanya ada di Sini
Dan yang bermain di Mimpi
Menjelmalah Engkau dalam realiti

Dulu lalu depan mata
Tapi ku tak hirau
Ku Tak peduli
Tapi setelah ku tahu
Hanya Engkau Teman
Kau tak ku lepaskan

Mustika

Mestikah aku menjadi penanti?
Pelukan sakti Cinta SuciMu
Aku tak sabar menantikan esok hari
Bawalah daku bersamaMu

Oh, Mustika hatiku

Larat Nan Damai...

2011-01-18T09:04:00.000-08:00

The Furrows Around My Eyes...

2011-01-06T01:50:00.000-08:00

The furrows around my eyes irrigated tears,
Each night that I lie in bed,
Where neither right nor left is right,
I toss and turn thinking,
What if tonight is the last night I lie here?
Will the pillow underneath my head be of earth tomorrow?
Or of more than I've ever seen in my mortal years?

The furrows around my eyes irrigated tears,
Each time Your Name beats in my mouth,
Each time It beats in my breath,
Each time It beats in the still silent night,
I cry myself to bed,
Not entirely sure if I'm scared of You or desperately long for You!
I cry myself to bed, overwhelmed by silence.

The furrows around my eyes irrigated tears,
For the time I wasted, that was my every breath,
For not being capable of not wasting them,
For not knowing what to do,
For this prison that are my limbs,
For my soul that wants to soar and fly,
For this prison that is my being,
For my abject dependence on You.

The furrows around my eyes irrigated tears,
And they have made me small and insignificant because they now see Your Presence,
I hope for them to be an intercession for my limbs,
That only knew paralysis in the throes of passion, and faces of anger!

Kepada Mu Kekasih!

2010-12-25T02:17:00.000-08:00

"Kepada Mu Kekasih, aku serahkan...
Jiwa dan raga....
Jua segalanya!"

Vanity

2010-12-22T07:46:00.000-08:00

Ezra Pound correctly calls for the "destruction" of vanity,
Although, vanity is more than the image of a girl with a mirror.
Vanity lies also in feeling good about doing good.

An excerpt from Ezra Pound's Cantos read as follows:

The ant's a centaur in his dragon world.
Pull down thy vanity,
It is not man made courage, or made order, or made grace,
Pull down thy vanity, I say pull down.
Learn of the green world what can be thy place
In scaled invention or true artistry,
Pull down thy vanity, Paquin pull down!
The green casque has outdone your elegance.

"Master thyself, then others shall thee beare"
Pull down thy vanity
Thou art a beaten dog beneath the hail,
A swollen magpie in a fitful sun,
Half black, half white
Nor knowst'ou wing from tail
Pull down thy vanity
How mean thy hates
Fostered in falsity,
Pull down thy vanity,
Rathe to destroy, niggard in charity,
Pull down thy vanity, I say pull down.

But to have done instead of not doing
This is not vanity
To have, with decency, knocked
That a Blunt should open
To have gathered from the air a live tradition
or from a fine old eye the unconquered flame
this is not vanity.
Here error is all in the not done,
all in the diffidence that faltered

Shifting Gears

2010-12-20T08:19:00.000-08:00

Shif the gears,
Up and down...back and forth!
You think, erroneously...I am of just one,
How so very wrong!

Shift the gears,
Have you thought life taught me nothing?
Have you never wondered what I've seen?
Where I've been?

Shift the gears,
While you shift yours,
I'll shift mine!

On The Adab of Love I

2010-12-15T09:22:00.000-08:00

Menanti satu detik pandangan magis Mu
Cukup untuk meredakan rindu duniawi
Segala dugaan dan pesona menjadi irama indah
Kesakitan ragaku berlalu pergi tiada bererti

Pada Mu jua tertuju segala jalan
Pada Mu jua cinta ku serahkan
Kerna hati seorang pencinta
Pandangannya satu
Matanya hanya melihat Dia yang melihatnya
Hanya Dia kekasihnya

Sang pencinta
Hanya dia merasa
Semangat sebuah pengorbanan

Sang pencinta
Hanya dia mengerti
Persoalan Percintaan ini

Cinta ini rela menderita
Agar rindu batinnya terubat
Mengenang Dia...Cinta yang Dipuja
Mengenang Dia...Cinta yang Diredha

Hanya Dia
Mengenang Dia
Hanya Dia

Ada

2010-12-15T08:33:00.000-08:00

Dalam awan ada hujan, dan dalam hujan ada lautan,
Dalam aku, ada Dia...dan dalam Dia ada segala-galanya

Dalam hutan, ada taman...dan dalam taman ada puterinya,
Dalam baju, ada Cinta...dan dalam Cinta ada segala-galanya

As Good As It Gets

2010-12-04T09:09:00.000-08:00

The still.
Still night.
Is about as Real as stillness gets.

The pain.
Of being alight.
Is about as painful as pain gets.

The chill.
Chilling fright.
Is about as True as a chill gets.

The yearn.
From being Apart.
Is about as sincere as a yearning gets.

The tear.
For losing the fight.
Is about as proper as a tear gets.

The sight.
Sight of Your Might.
Is about as abasing as a sight gets.

The warmth.
Warmth of Your Light.
Is about as Good as it gets.

Love

2010-11-28T05:22:00.000-08:00

Wa Kullu Hubbin Lighayri Rabbi,
Feehil 'Adhaabu Feehish shaqaa-u

In every love other than for my Lord
there is pain in it, there is misery in it

Tiada Berpaling Setia

2010-11-23T20:31:00.000-08:00

Ku genggam semilir malam
Tika rembulan menyinari
Lalu ku menadahkan
Kata cinta nan suci
Dan akan ku hembuskannya
Tika malam syahdu

Kerana dalamnya
Kasih sedalam lautan
Setinggi mentari
Tak mampu digapai
Oleh khayalan insani
Cuma dinaluri

Katakan bara melecur diri
Bisa memercik jalan nan luka
Dengan selasih balut pedih ngeri
Tiada berpaling setia

Adalah sejarah jadi saksi
Bulan bintang menghangat kasih suci
Aku pun terpaut dan bersatu
Dalam bebayang mimpi berseri

Ku layarkan asmara
Di pelabuhan setia
Akan ku rentangkan
Sang pelangi suci
Yang pastinya anggun di hati
Bertamu di kalbu

Labour of Love

2010-11-21T08:03:00.000-08:00

I'd labour for Love,
Move mountains in its Name,
All is game.

I'd labour for Love,
While they find it silly,
While they find it hilly.

I'd labour for Love,
Across the dunes,
Lighted by only the moon.

I'd labour for Love,
Even if scoffed,
Through the troughs.

I'd labour for Love,
For there's no other way,
That I can stay.

I'd labour for Love,
Keep it in fashion,
For them to mention.

I'd labour for Love,
In search of Your Face,
That none can replace.

I'd labour for Love,
Through the deep blue,
For its only You that's True.

What Thou Lovest Well Remains, The Rest is Dross!

2010-11-21T01:06:00.000-08:00

If one asked me what life is, I'd say its decisions after decisions.
This blog entry for example, was a result of me deciding to write it before doing my Asr prayers.
The question that entails this notion would then be, what made one decides on a thing as oppose to another?
To me, its precedence.

And if one examines closely, most of the junction one encounters is a decision between a Divine calling and oneself,
Again, taking this entry as an example...was a choice between succumbing to my impetuousness to write what I had in mind and the prayer!
It was a choice I made, to which I am answerable for. (Yikes!)

At every juction, its one's precedence that decides for how one decides,
Allah (and what He orders) or my impetuosness?
Allah (and what He orders) or this man I love?
Allah (and what He ordains) or this stack of cash, this car I long for?

In a world where what we want, is only what we want...until its ours,
He enjoins the following prayer:

"Walatakilna ya mawlana fi jami'i harakatina, wasakanatina, ila Ahadin siwak"
"Let not anything but the desire for Your presence besiege my desires, in my wake and in my stillness"

Because verily, what one Lovest well is the only thing that remains, the rest is dross!

Ameen.

Til the End of My Breath!

2010-11-17T23:23:00.000-08:00

"Patah sayap bertongkat paruh, patah paruh bertongkat siku, patah siku betongkat dagu....Patah dagu bertongkat kuku"

No Hero in Her Sky...

2010-11-05T09:48:00.000-07:00

"...And so it is, just like you said it would be, life goes easy on me...most of the time,
And so it is, the shorter story...no love, no glory, no hero in her sky..."

The rest are lame! Heh!

If music be the language of love, play on!

2010-10-30T21:56:00.000-07:00

Shakespeare said, if music be the language of Love, play on. Not only does it speak love and Love, music speaks for the words that cannot be spoken, words too delicate and vast not one alphabet nor phrase could contain it.

The Suite Number 3 from Johann Sebastian Bach aptly describes how I feel today...that I an safe in the Arms of Surrender!

Sylvia Plath reads "The Applicant"

2010-10-19T05:07:00.000-07:00

jodoh

2010-09-26T00:00:00.000-07:00

The following was taken from a friend's blog,
A story of fate, a story of what has been Written.

I too remember that day,
That rainy afternoon when I received your SMS,
"Ming, mak aku dah takde!"
I was in Low Yat with someone dear then,
We just finished our late lunch.
Silence came in between us,
I told him to drop me home.

In many ways, it has become not just your story, but also mine...
In many many ways I have never told you, how it has become my story too!
May Allah bless her kind soul...her one of a kind soul,
In many ways, I have loved her as much as you did for all your 27 years...and I really have no explantion as to how.

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jodoh
syawal
3 years ago
hukm

mak mintak saya panggil nurse. mak request another jab of morphine. "sakit sgt" kata mak. mak tak mengeluh. mak cuma pejamkan mata.

one single jab only last for 2 hours. bila sedar dari tidur, mak muntah, effect dari morphine. setiap kali mak muntah, mak akan cakap "kesian nurul hikmah kena tadah muntah mak. mak mintak maaf ye." airmata saya mengalir. malu yang amat, bukan hak mak meminta maaf dari anaknya. mulut saya tak mampu nak ckp apa-apa. saya cuma geleng kepala. ya Allah, Kau jodohkan kami adik beradik mempunyai ibu semulia mak ya Allah, nikmatMu yang mana lagi yang harus kami dustakan? terkadang berdetik dalam hati, mak sakit tapi masih mahu jaga perasaan orang, masih memikirkan kebajikan orang lain. namun hati kembali berbisik, itulah mak. itulah mak saya. itulah mak kami.

ada satu ketika akak tertinggal handphone dekat rak tepi katil mak. mak cakap "ya Allah, anak mak nurul iman tertinggal handphone. nurul hikmah kamu boleh lari, kamu pegi kejar kakak kamu. sempat lagi ni. kakak kamu parking jauh. kamu lari, sempat kejar".

saya ambik phone akak. saya lari. literally. saya lari. dari hujung wad cancer hukm sampai ke parking depan. orang pandang-pandang. saya tahu mereka gelakkan lemak saya yang bergegar masa saya lari. pedulik apa. saya sampai just in time akak nak keluar dari parking lot. alhamdulillah. sempat. bila saya naik atas, mak senyum. mak cakap "alhamdulillah. susah nanti kakak kamu keje kalau takde handphone".

tengahari mak bleeding. saya kaget. saya takut. mak dpt another jab of moprhine. mak tidur. saya call akak. saya mengadu saya takut tgk darah mak keluar macam jelly. banyak. saya mengadu saya tak suka doctor cuci kasar-kasar, doctor sumbat kapas sampai mak meleleh air mata. saya mengadu saya cakap saya dah mark doctor ni, nextime kalau jadi macam ni saya nak doctor mastura, doctor mak, saya tak nak doctor yang itu. bila malam saya teringat. kejadian paginya, mak suruh saya lari bagi handphone dekat akak. jodoh kan? supaya saya ada tempat mengadu. dengan handphone itu.

bila doctor mastura dtg, dia bagi estimation. saya benci estimation. 1 bulan katanya.
mak discharged. 27 syawal, mak balik melaka. tempat lahir mak. dengan ayah. dengan abang. dengan adik.

28 syawal
jumaat
putrajaya

dari pagi saya sms ahza. saya suruh ahza chow awal dari perodua. saya cakap "alah practical je pon, amek halfday je la hari ni." ahza balik. saya ambik ahza di komuter serdang.

kata adik saya, perancangan kita. ketentuan Allah.

saya dan ahza pegi carrefour alamanda. beli buah-buahan. untuk hantaran abang.

adik sms "kaklang bila nak balik? baliklah cepat."
adik sms lagi "baliklah sekarang".

adik call. adik nangis.
"kaklang, mak dah meninggal dunia".
adik nangis. tapi suara adik tenang.

saya letak phone. saya berdiri tegak. tak boleh nak gerak.
saya tarik tangan ahza pegi cashier.
ahza tanya "kenapa kaklang".
saya confuse. tak boleh nak fikir.
saya tanya ahza "nak bayar ke tak buah-buah ni?".
ahza tanya lagi "kenapa kaklang? sape call?".
saya senyap. saya letak bakul dekat lantai.
saya cakap "ahza jom balik".
ahza tanya "kenapa ni kaklang. sape call?"

saya pegang tangan ahza. "ahza mak dah meninggal".
mengalir airmata ahza. ahza menggigil. mcm nak jatuh.
saya pimpin. saya cakap "ahza, kuat.. kena kuat. adik kuat, ahza kena kuat".

jodoh. perancangan kita. ketentuan Allah.

saya, akak, ahza. alhamdulillah banyak dapat spent masa dengan mak.
abang, adik. jarang-jarang dapat balik tgk mak.

jodoh.
saya, akak, ahza. tak dapat bersama mak di saat akhir.
abang, adik. tak putus-putus mengucap kalimah agung lailahaillallah di telinga mak di saat akhir.

jodoh.
perancangan kita.
ketentuan Allah.
saya yakin itu.
kami yakin itu.
Allah Maha Adil.
Allah Maha Pengasih.
Allah Maha Penyayang.

segala puji-pujian hanya bagiMu Ya Allah
kerana menjodohkan kami dengan ibu yang terbaik di dunia ini.

hanya dengan sentuhan itu
tiang tidak rapuh
aku bisa berdiri teguh

In the Name of Allah...

2010-07-31T22:14:00.000-07:00

In the Name of Allah,
A thousand solace!
In the Name of Allah,
A thousand fear!

In the Name of Allah,
I forward my pace,
In the Name of Allah,
I rear!

In the Name of Allah,
I love!
In the Name of Allah,
I hate!
In the Name of Allah,
The freedom of dove,
In the Name of Allah,
The tallest of gate!

In the Name of Allah,
Such shortness!
In the Name of Allah,
The great length!
In the Name of Allah,
Such vastness,
In the Name of Allah,
Infinite strength!

In the Name of Allah,
Whites asplendour,
In the Name of Allah,
The pitch black,
In the Name of Allah,
I surrender!
In the Name of Allah,
To go back!

Kelantan

2010-07-20T23:17:00.000-07:00

Kelantan,
Is a state in the north-eastern part of Malaysia.
Known amongst the Malaysian, as home to the more "pious".
Often times, Kelantan is also synonymous with "backwardness", mainly due to its governing party, which comes from the opposition party - a party that chooses Allah (in their askewed ways) above anything else.
A state that is bordered by the province of Narathiwat, which is also a Muslim enclave amidst the ruling government of Thailand.

Kelantan,
Is a state that will become the Land of the Dinar and Dirham, come 12th of August 2010.
A state that, despite the charges of others about the ignorance of the people, will become the first state in the world to have an alternative currency!
That people could come to Kelantan, and have the freedom to choose the medium of exchange by which they trade in.
To choose to remain daft and neurotic and persist in exchanging valuables with voids,
Or to stand tall, and choose to be sane! And choose to say, "what is paper, but paper?"
And to be able to choose, is freedom, is Syari'ah and is Islam!

As of 12th of August 2010, the followings will take place in Kelantan:
1) 600 shops around Kelantan will have the stickers, which implies that they accept the Dinar and Dirham in their shops.
2) 30% of the pay of state government servants will be made using the Dinar and Dirham
Our effort in Kelantan are two prongs:

ONE
Using the guerrilla warfare strategy, we trot the street of Kota Bharu, we enter the shophouses, we tell them that 1) come 12th of August, they'd have this choice 2)that this is a fight against the status quo - of Riba! and 3)that them being Muslims leave them no choice but to put up the stickers and accept the coins when offered, and fear Allah and love Allah!

TWO
Using words of mouth, and the trickling number of affiliations and the-affiliated, we try to impart the zest and anger that burgeons in our soul, to "volunteers". The volunteers are those that will transmit this message for us to the street, to the shops and its keepers - when we cannot be present.

The launching of the Dinar and Dirham on the 12th of August 2010 will mark the end of Darurah, simply because, people now have a choice! A choice would render one unlawful should one persist in opting for the Haram.

We will also be able to see international representatives from all over the world at the launch, insyAllah. Those that, as Allah described in Surah at-Tawbah, 9:100

"The vanguard of Islam ― the first of those who forsook (their homes) and of those who gave them aid, and (also) those who follow them in (all) good deeds"

Therefore,12th of August 2010, or the 2nd day of Ramadhan 1431 Hijrah will be an event that will be the greatest political event of the 20th century! And Kelantan will be the onset of the wild fire that shall burn the capitalist world...to cinder!

Ameen Ya Al-Muntaqim!

Your Name!

2010-07-07T01:47:00.000-07:00

Whenever I say Your Name, whenever I call to mind Your Face
Whatever bread's in my mouth, whatever the sweetest wine that I taste
Whenever Your Memory feeds my soul, whatever got broken becomes whole
Whenever I'm filled with doubts that we will be together

Wherever I lay me down, wherever I put my head to sleep
Whenever I hurt and cry, whenever I've got to lie awake and weep
Whenever I kneel to pray, whenever I need to find a way
I'm calling out Your Name

Whenever those dark clouds hide the moon
Whenever this world has gotten so strange
I know that something's gonna change
Something's gonna change

Whenever I say Your Name, Whenever I say Your Name, I'm already praying, I'm already praying
I'm already filled with a joy that I can't explain
Wherever I lay me down, wherever I rest my weary head to sleep
Whenever I hurt and cry, whenever I got to lie awake and weep
Whenever I'm on the floor
Whatever it was that I believed before
Whenever I say Your Name, whenever I say it loud, I'm already praying

Whenever this world has got me down, whenever I shed a tear
Whenever the TV makes me mad, whenever I'm paralyzed with fear
Whenever those dark clouds fill the sky, whenever I lose the reason why
Whenever I'm filled with doubts that we will be together

Whenever the sun refuse to shine, whenever the skies are pouring rain
Whatever I lost I thought was mine whenever I close my eyes in pain
Whenever I kneel to pray, whenever I need to find a way
I'm calling out Your Name

Whenever this dark begins to fall
Whenever I'm vulnerable and small
Whenever I feel like I could die
Whenever I'm holding back the tears that I cry

Whenever I say Your Name, whenever I call to mind Your Face
I'm already praying
Whatever bread's in my mouth, whatever the sweetest wine that I taste
Wherever I lay me down, wherever I rest my weary head to sleep
Whenever I hurt and cry, whenever I'm forced to lie awake and have to weep
Whenever I'm on the floor
Whatever it was that I believed before
Whenever I say Your Name, whenever I say it loud, I'm already praying

Whenever I say Your Name,
No matter how long it takes,
One day we'll be together

Whenever I say Your Name,
let there be no mistake
that day will last forever!

Daddy, forgive me!

2010-06-26T12:07:00.000-07:00

Daddy, forgive me...
You have been nothing but everything,
The rock that I build on,
The shoulder which I stand upon,
With you I saw the horizon,
And yet, I get the better of me!

Daddy, forgive me...
For leaving words unsaid,
When you were always so generous with them,
When you raise me up bathed in them,
You were always ready to affirm!

Daddy, forgive me...
For putting you up on the line,
Though,
I wanted you to know, to me, your life is more precious than mine!

Daddy, forgive me...
For keeping you awake with worry,
For telling you lies,
For not saying sorry,
For the tears you had in your eyes!

Daddy, forgive me..
For if you don't, my life isn't any,
For if you don't, my sadness too many,
For if you don't, I have no victory,
To conquer my pride and say what needs to be!

A Prayer

2010-06-19T03:35:00.000-07:00

Bismillahi rrahmannirrahim.

Ya Allah,
Offenses have clothed me in the garments of my lowliness,
Separation from You have wrapped me in the clothing of my misery,
My dreadful crimes have deadened my heart,
I beg You, bring it to life by forgiveness from You!

By Your Might,
I find no one but You to forgive My sins,
And I see none but You to mend my brokenness,
I am turning to You,
Repeatedly turning to You,
I have humbled myself to you in abasement.

Ya Allah,
If You cast me out from Your Door, from whom will I take shelter?
If You repel me from Your Side, in whom shall I seek refuge?
My grief is my ignominy and disgrace!
My sorrow, my evil deeds,

Ya Allah,
I ask You, the Forgiver of great sins,
Mender of broken bones,
Overlook my ruinous misdeeds,
And cover my disgraceful secret thoughts,
And at my resurrection, cool me Ya Allah, with Your pardon and forgiveness,
Cover me Ya Allah, with Your forbearance!

Ya Allah,
Let the cloud of Your Mercy, cast Its shadow upon my sins,
So that billows of Your Clemency flows over my faults,
For, I am but a fugitive servant bound to return to none but You!

Ya Allah,
None can save me from my Master's Wrath, except my Master Himself!

Ya Allah,
If remorse for sins, is a repentance,
Than I, by Your Might, am one foremost in remorse!
If praying for forgiveness is an alleviation,
Than I am one foremost in prayers for You!

Ya Allah,
I want to return to You, well pleased by You!

Ya Allah,
Only You have power to turn towards me,
Please, turn towards me,
Through Your Clemency, pardon me,
Through Your Knowledge of me, be gentle towards me,
For it is You who has opened the door for forgiveness,
A door called repentance, when You said "Repent to God with unswerving repentance",

Ya Allah,
My sins are hideous, but Your Pardon...Beautiful!
Clothed me, Ya Allah, in Beauty!

Note

2010-06-15T21:21:00.001-07:00

Anyone wishing to propagate the usage of the Dinar and Dirham, can contact me. This is the opening, the chance!

All for Love

2010-06-15T20:23:00.000-07:00

When it's love you give
(I'll be a man of good faith.)
Then in love you live.
(I'll make a stand. I won't break.)
I'll be the rock you can build on,
Be there when you're old,
To have and to hold.

When there's love inside
(I swear I'll always be strong.)
Then there's a reason why.
(I'll prove to you we belong.)
I'll be the wall that protects you
From the wind and the rain,
From the hurt and pain.

Let's make it all for one and all for love.

Let the one you hold be the one you want,
The one you need.

Cause when it's all for one it's one for all.

When there's someone that should know
Then just let your feelings show
And make it all for one and all for love.

When it's love you make
(I'll be the fire in your night.)
Then it's love you take.
(I will defend, I will fight.)
I'll be there when you need me.
When honor's at stake,
This vow I will make:

Don't lay our love to rest
Cause we could stand up to you test.
We got everything and more than we had planned,
More than the rivers that run the land.
We've got it all in our hands.

Let's make it all for one and all for love.

Friends

2010-06-13T23:48:00.001-07:00

It is narrated by ‘Umar bin al-Khattāb that the Prophet (صلى الله عليه وآله وسلم) said:

"Among Allah’s servants there are some who are neither Prophets nor Martyrs but on the Day of Judgement the Prophets and the Martyrs will envy their stations. The Companions asked: ‘O Messenger of Allah, tell us, who are those people?’ He replied: ‘those are the people who love one another on Allah’s count. They are neither related to one another nor do they have any property to exchange. I swear on Allah that they will have faces of light,they will be on pulpits of light. They will not have any fear when others will be afraid, they will not have any grief when others will be aggrieved.’ Then he recited the verse: Beware! No doubt, there is no fear for the friends of Allāh nor shall they be sad and sorrowful. "

Mummy

2010-06-13T10:56:00.000-07:00

"...Among many people being happy and excited this morning one woman was very quiet, she had feelings that no one could possibly have: for her this historic morning of June,8 was the confirmation of the formula “La Hawla wa la Quwwata illa Billah” with which she started this whole journey back in 2005 when she single-handedly proposed the introduction of Gold Dinar to the government of Kelantan. It was often a lonely journey – a little woman trod a path which nobody walked through before. But she kept on going and going as she believed the journey itself is worthwhile regardless its outcome. It is because of the Taqwa of this one woman that the Sunna Money has now arrived to Kelantan. Madam NIK MAHANI MOHAMAD, you will be remembered by generation after generation as the one who lit up the first candle in the complete darkness of Malaysia..."
- http://muamalahcouncil.com/component/content/article/100-the-kelantan-dinars-and-dirhams-have-arrived.html

Money

2010-06-13T10:04:00.001-07:00

"In Islam, paper was and could never be money!
In fact, paper as money is nothing less than Haram!
And the use of paper as money is fraudulent and absurd!"

The above was the three lines that I keep repeating to those that visited the PMBK booth at the Muktamar.
They're intrigued by my claims, maybe because they've never heard anything like it.
Most would start with skeptic eyes and a cynical scoff...Until they realize, the joke's on them!

"What is the difference between this note (an RM 10 in red) and this note (an RM 5 in green)...Isn't it just the colour and the number?
Take these coins in your hand, all 10 of them are different in terms of its weight, in terms of the sweat and toil that goes into producing each one...and that my friend, is value, is money!"

Different crowds reacted differently,
Some wanted to know the investment perspective of the coins...most actually,
To which, I had good answers and advices as well,
But the story doesn't stop there,
In fact, the story doesn't even begin there...well, at least for the Muttaquns and the Muhsins,
For them, the story begins in the battle!

"Did you know that there is no harsher a language in the Quran, more than that used on Riba? You're at war with Allah if you're not at war with Riba! Allah said:

O you who believe! Be afraid of Allâh and give up what remains from Riba if you are believers. And if you do not do it, then take a notice of war from Allâh and His Messenger - al Baqarah, 278-279

And paper money is Riba! Quite simply because, yesterday's dollars wouldn't buy tomorrow's goods, and so, there's disparity, which is wrong, which is evil, which is Riba!"

And some dropped tears and couldn't hide them from me,
And some wanted to do something right away, for fear of being at war with Allah!
Some asked if buying the coins would suffice.

"Buying the coins and keeping it int the safe-box is not enough, you gotta use them as money!"

To the above statement, I get a resounding "HOW???"
I said, quite as simply as how you do it now with the paper,
Offer the coins when you're exchanging the goods you bought,
And when people ask you of what it is,
Tell them what I'm telling you now,
That this is money!
That this is gold, and this is silver!
And in a thousand years, they'll remain gold and silver...scarce metal,
That would require one, hard labour to obtain it, either by mining them or exchanging them with something valuable, instead of blatant printing.

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There are more than 1 million things to be said about the Muktamar,
And a million more about the "leaders",
But I wouldn't bother, not here,
Allah has shaped every single thing to perfection,
There must be some role that ignorance play.
May Allah bless the man that prostrated and cried at the sight of the coins,
Knowing that his shoulders now bear the weight of the battle,
May Allah bless you and I, who wants nothing more, nothing more than His recognition.
Ameen.

Could It Be?

2010-06-09T08:44:00.000-07:00

Could it be,
That this is yet, another self-abasement period for me?
Has my pride soared so high that only You can abase me?
Will I be able to redeem myself higher in Your Eyes?
Will I survive?

Could it be,
That this is yet, another Mercy?
Just like the one You did for me?
When You let life leave me cold with only You to warm me?

Could it be,
That this is a test that shall defeat me?
That nothing could redeem me?
That You have turned Your Majestic face away?
In disdain...

Could it be,
That You hate me?
That my entire being could be so undeserving?
That You have left me to my own destiny?
That I shall spiral my way down the abyss?

Could it be,
That there is still hope for me?
That You would take me back?
I beg You,
Please take me back!

I feel so cold!
Now that I've tasted Your Warmth and Your Light,
I feel so alone!
Now that I've seen Your Mercy and Your Might,
I feel so hapless!
Now that I've built my life around You,
I wonder why I need him too?

A Note to Readers of the Blog

2010-06-06T23:03:00.000-07:00

This blog is being used by the author, as means of expressing her deepest thoughts and wishes, and could contain matters of sheer imagination.

Little Boy

2010-05-27T22:11:00.000-07:00

As you sat there...little boy,
By the jostling crowd that walks the pavement that you rest on,
Scooping the rice from that sad container,
Between your plunge...you lift your head and you looked in my direction.

I saw how naively you had define that moment as your life!
I saw how contently you ate...to you they were a bounty!

You made me weep...little boy!
You made me weep with rage,
You made me tremble with fear, for the things I allow them to take.

As you sat there...little boy,
I know my role,
Whoever you are, that blameless frame of yours call for protection,
Calls for cover under all condition.

Did you know...little boy,
My existence is at the expense of yours?
Did you know...little boy,
The system locks you there, and me...here?
Did you know...little boy,
The rice I eat, is at the expense of your lunches and dinners,
The games I play, is at the expense of your laughters,

How will He forgive me...little boy?
Will a card that say "I'm sorry" make sense to you?
Will a card that say "I'm sorry" do justice for all that I do...for all I did not do?
To protect you?

May He protect your little body...little boy,
While I try to set things upright,
Just so you and your little companies could enjoy His Merciful Gifts,
Could drink the water,
Could laugh the laughter,
Could breathe the air,
Could know that He is there!

Where My Being Longs to Be...

2010-05-24T21:38:00.000-07:00

I think of you,
And the street you paved,
And the air you breathe,
And the sweat that trickles down your body.

I think of those around you,
About how lucky they are to be that alive!

I think of the sun that shone on your shadows,
The very one also shines on mine...I feel contented.
For if I still wait for the day I would catch a glimpse of that life u led,
Knowing we lived under His same blue sky...I feel a short connection with you.

I think of how He loved you and how He spoke of you often,
Naively...I envy.
My soul could not comprehend the things you had to put up with, and only saw how He repeatedly say your name, and so naively my soul envied.

I want to lead the same life you led,
I want to live in the same amount of space you had,
I want to breathe that same air,
I want to know how you do it?

I long for that glory!
I long for that love that knows no boundary!
I long to be lost in eternity,
Amongst those He loved and that's where, my being longs to be.

Mama

2010-05-09T07:29:00.000-07:00

Mama,
Just your name I breakdown and cry,
Just your name and I don't have to ask why,
Just your name and I could fly,
Just your name and limit is the sky.

Mama,
Just your name and I'm a child,
Just your name and nothing is mild,
Just your name to make me smile,
Just your name ease my thoughts so wild.

Mama,
Just your name and life is bliss,
My troubled life is put to ease,
Just you there I know you care,
Just you there my equation square.

Mama,
Just your love and I am loved,
Just your love and nothing comes above,
Just your being and life is whole,
Just your prayers keep me from the cold.

Which Tears?

2010-05-06T06:53:00.000-07:00

Which tears am I crying?
Is it the narration of melancholy of my people?
The muddled and puzzled look that has left their eyes blank for tomorrow.

Which tears am I crying?
Is it the weeping over the dead blameless bodies of babies?
Of mothers?
Of the buds which cease growing.

Or,
Are my tears the tears of fear?
If fear, what is it that I fear?

Are my tears the tears of obedience, which seem as far as the eye can see?
Are my tears the tears of despondence, for You and You only?

Which tears would in the end matter?
Which of these tears would in the end falter?

Which tears am I crying?
Is it the tears of my own sufferings...can it be that selfish?
Or is it of theirs...to which, what is the point in crying?

Which of these tears do You want rolling from my cheeks?
Which of these tears would atone for my deeds?
The tears of longing?
The tears of abject longing?
The tears of remorse, of abject remorse...for the things that took me too long...but dear God, there are no strength but that of Yours!

Your Face

2010-04-21T12:09:00.000-07:00

Something strike me as I ran through some pictures of some acquaintances,
They and their faces are associated with many things in my mind...

"That long hair he keeps until the day he pays off all his debt"
"That beautiful face she has, feeling like no man would ever be good enough"
"His often mis-concepted demeanor, which shells his gentle heart"

Whoever, and whatever they are, they remain but faces,
Each with a story to tell,
Each with some hard stories and then some easy stories...
All of which cancels out to a perfect --- equal!

And then...I found Him!
Again, I found Him!

Amidst all these different face structure,
Each telling their stories, "I...I...I...",
They combined into a white,
Of which, His face alone Stands!
The thought of which, overwhelmed my small heart with humility,
Ashamed at my being,
My small insignificant being!

And this Face,
The Majestic Face,
Is full of Kindness,
Is full of giving and never asking for any in return,
Never was It associated with resounding "I",
A Giver, A Just Giver,
The face of A King...The Most Merciful King, The Majestic King.

A King that question my face that shall perish with all my stories, with all my complaints,
"Therefore, which of My Blessings...do you deny?"

I am dazed for an answer, for I haven't one!

Ya Wadud,
Ya Zhal 'Arshil Majid,
Ya Mubdi'u Ya Mu'id,
Verily, I bear witness that there is a perfect void and nothingness, except You!
And that, it is only Your Majestic Face that remains...
While all other things, perish!

Observations

2010-03-01T02:19:00.000-08:00

Sometimes I don't understand how people think,
I know,
Some are now saying how naive of me!
All I'm saying is that, I don't know at ALL how people think,
Or how their brain functions?

Well, to be fair, or, in their defense (I don't know why I bother)
We could pin it down to upbringings,
Guess that is the only sane way of explaining things!

Let me start with an analogy...
Suppose I have a Lamborghini - yes, yes the car!
The last person I will be bragging it to would be a man who doesn't drive,
Or one that rides a bike,
Even if I was the bragging type.
Surprisingly enough,
Some are and do belong to this character type!
What in the world goes through their mind?
Is bragging really about putting salt onto someone else's wounds?
I had understood it abit differently I guess,
I thought it was merely to feel a little superior, above others, which is in itself bad...
But to be shoving stories about what you have, to one who doesn't have it,
To me, that's awful!

If we stretch it abit further and try to weave our way through the labyrinth of this minotaur,
I think they don't feel to good about their 'Lamborghinis'!
Or that, their 'Lamborghinis' are flawed,
And so they become defensive about them!

Its just a vice!
Don't do it!
Because wounds are meant to be healed, and soothed,
Rather than being cut into deeper.

Be thoughtful.
You wouldn't know when is it your turn to be on a bike!

Baby

2010-02-21T05:20:00.000-08:00

Baby,
As for now, u are but a hope! And I romanticize you, to be the man of my dream. Sometimes I get confused, as to what the love for a man should be? But He's helping me understand my narrow little filter...and its that, I need for you to settle for 2nd best, but next to none but Him. And I in return want to be second best to none other than Him. If you've come this far, I hope you mean it in the correct light! Please note that, none of these is going to make us any fairer by the yardstick of mortals, but its only His eyes that I seek...and I hope you come from the same realm!

Baby,
I covet that face of yours! Those eyebrows remind me of warriors, those that defend the Divine creed. And although your speech and our conversations are filled with satires, I hope they are but a shell to a gentle heart. I want you to love Him baby, and after Him, me! I need for you to understand, that this is the filter!

Baby,
I want you to defend Him and His loved ones, because by you doing that, you're defending me, and I want to be defended, for I cannot rise in the front lines and so I need for you to represent me. Make me a house baby, under His shade, for no palm trees would ever do, and I don't settle for second bests! I want a house, for me and you, one that shall last for eternity.

Ameen.

I need a muse!

2010-02-18T08:44:00.000-08:00

But why do mortals never cease to disappoint?

Just a week back, thought I found one,
Alas,
Reality caught up!

A question for the void...Is it me? Am I the problem?

Stranger

2010-01-28T07:08:00.000-08:00

I must be invisible,
No one knows me.
I have crawled down dead-end streets,
On my hands and knees.

I was born with a ragin' thirst,
A hunger to be free,
But I've learned through the years.
Don't encourage me.

'Cause I'm a lonely stranger here,
Well beyond my day.
And I don't know what's goin' on,
So I'll be on my way.

When I walk, stay behind;
Don't get close to me,
'Cause it's sure to end in tears,
So just let me be.

Some will say that I'm no good;
Maybe I agree.
Take a look then walk away.
That's all right with me.

A bus stop!

2010-01-27T21:42:00.000-08:00

Truth is, in this world...I have nothing!
I don't belong here...
I never did!

In a way, its an answer to a prayer I constantly make,
To make this life distasteful to me!
And the Merciful Him gives it in short doses to me...having known my fragile being, He answered my prayer in short doses.
So that nothing but Him remain in my small little understanding.

Life is but a bus stop to me!
I pray He send some friends to chat with, a shelter strong enough to keep rain and sun away, food that are good...
While waiting for the bus to arrive.

And if a passer by looks at me in disdain,
I pray for the strength to say, "Ahh, but beauty truly is in the eyes of the beholder",
And not let their stares intimidate or stir a single molecule in my body.
For it is not your mortal eyes that I'm interested in...
They have been nothing but cold and prejudiced of me...
My affairs are not for your eyes!

My Lord, I do not wish to realize...when I die...that I have not lived!

Continued 2

2010-01-25T07:45:00.000-08:00

Bismillahirrahman nirrahim

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Become a stranger!
For a minute, become a stranger,
Walk with me this path,
Come along with me,
Because we're going to go to the city of Madinah,
And we're going to walk with them!
According to the way they did things, and not according to the way we do things.
And when you walk this path, you're going to see something extraordinary.
But let me tell you,
At the end of this path...you will become a stranger!
But walk this path...because you want to become a stranger.
You do not want to be one of the people who just follows like sheep,to the slaughter house!
You want to know,
You want to understand the things, the way they are!
So we're going to walk this path, and we are going to start seeing.

And what do we see? With this matters of the Gold Dinar,
We see that the people in Madinah were free to choose their medium of exchange!
In fact, they did not use Gold and Silver,
Neither did the governor of Madinah say that the currency of Madinah is the gold Dinar,
They didn't say that!
So, you will not find in any Hadith, that the legal tender of Madinah was the gold Dinar!
You won't find it anywhere!
You don't need to make the gold Dinar as the legal tender,
Because legal tender is in itself...wrong!
Whether the legal tender is paper money,
Which is ridiculous robbery of a society of people that cannot see beyond their nose the complete corruption by means of using anything else, copper, or whatever...
Is no!
Because what the people in Madinah said is that, trading are free!
That the people are free to choose!
Because trading is mutual consent!
And Allah has made trading halal!
And this is good for the people...And this is what people in Madinah established!
With all clarity.
And we use the Dinar and the Dirham.

And Allah didn't mention paper,
He mentioned the Gold Dinar and the silver Dirham!
In Quran!
It means that Allah s.w.t through the revelation...wanted to give meaning to these two words,
And that's why Ibn Khaldun says, you cannot change the weight of the gold Dinar,
You cannot say it is whatever I choose for it to be,
No, the gold Dinar is a Mithqal, it is 4.25 g...you cannot change that!
And the Dirham, the weight of the Dirham...is derived from the weight of the Mithqal,
And this is known as standard of Umar al-Khattab.

Any law that says that you are not free to choose the Dinar and the Dirham,
Are corruptions of the land,
And the system you have today is a system of theft,
Imposed by foreigners!
By the kuffar that wanted to destroy Islam,
Because they want to destroy the world,
Because they have no wisdom,
Because they're corrupters!

But I don't care what the kuffar do,
Because whatever the kuffar do, is a strength for us!
What I care is what the Muslims do,
What I care is that Muslims have Islamize this very system of corruption!

If the Gold Dinar is the currency of the Muslims, than why isn't anybody talking about this matter?
Why has this matter go in silence?
Because if they say yes to the Gold Dinar, they have to explain why for all this time, they haven't said anything at all!
Because the have to explain why they accepted the use of this corrupt system!
To pay Zakat.
And they have no words for it!

The system is a tool for control,for destruction!
Its what guarantees that Islam cannot be established in a land!
It imposes control.
A control that is based on not seeing anything at all.
Because your eyes are closed,and you cannot see,
That this is paper!
Worthless pieces of paper!
With a power that continues taxing you forever.
Is a perpetual way of robbing.

We're blind!
We're not teaching the Muamalat!
We're following the majority of mankind!
And use Islam as a marketing tool!

Because they have no knowledge...and no fear.
Because if you don't have taqwa, you don't have knowledge...and if you don't have knowledge, what are you doing?
All these people are blind...blind!
Their thinking is tubular...
The strangers are the people who is struggling to put something right.
They're struggling!
The stranger in the Hadith is like going away...not physically...but in your head!
You have to move away from what people are saying,
You have to move away from business as usual.

If you want Islam, you have to immerse yourself inside Islam!
Not inside the culture of Islam.
Islam is different...knowledge is different.
And you don't build knowledge from gathered information.

The sufis say, this is your prison,
Everything that you know is your prison!
Evrything that you are is your prison!
Everything that you own is your prison!
Everything that you have is your prison!
Everything that is your attribute is your prison!
The sufis say...abandon your attribute,
Because when you abandon your attribute...you can borrow His.
When you become an absolute slave...you become free!
When you have totally erased yourself...you start to know!

When you say La', completely La' to including yourself,
Then you have knowledge!
And this knowledge is painful...its not easy!
Because this knowledge won't let you rest!
It will bother you, it will unsettle you...Because Taqwa unsettles you!

Nobody with knowledge goes back and say, "I have done it!"
That is the ignorant!
Because people with the highest knowledge they say, "I'm not good enough!"
This on the contrary will make you struggle...with yourself first!
This is knowledge...you will become a stranger!
You will become a stranger to yourself!
And this is what this matter is about.

Invention

2010-01-25T04:17:00.000-08:00

A Programmable Dirham Coin Based Hajj Saving Electronic Device

Design and Development of a New Shari'ah Based Islamic Market

These are some of our latest work with regards to the Dinar and Dirham,
The inventions will be exhibited at IRIIE 2010 tomorrow,

In our effort to educate and eradicate riba.

Continued

2010-01-24T03:14:00.000-08:00

Bismillahirrahman nirrahim
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It means that knowledge makes you a stranger,
Nobody can go around and say, I have knowledge of the Deen..and business as usual.
Its impossible!
Taqwa will not allow you to continue, with business as usual!
Because you will be disturbed.
You will be disturbed with yourself, even if people agree with you.
Because Taqwa will not allow you to be contempt with yourself!

Knowledge will make you a stranger, because you will see things that other people cannot see.
Its like to be in hiding, in hiding in a different world.
Its like people are speaking a language, and you're speaking a very different one!
That is knowledge.

Knowledge is equivalent to seeing.
The people have spoken about knowledge, and they spoke of it as light.
Knowledge gives you light.
Light, when you are in darkness you have light.
And with light you can see!
Knowledge is not hidden, it is not complicated and not a matter of research.
Knowledge has been spoken of as opening the eyes,
Some people said, you wake up...As if you were dead!

Knowledge is not something you relate to, as if it was a book and you put it on the shelf!
Knowledge is something tht is going to transform you!
Knowledge is as if you take up that book and put it inside you...its like a chip.
You become a different robot,
You're different,
And you see things differently.
Though, that you see things different is not strange.
Knowledge is precisely that.
It allows you to see things that other people cannot see.

It is not unusual,
And this is Allah s.w.t Himself reminding you, that there will be a handful of people,
And certainly, these people do not follow the majority of mankind,
So you don't have knowledge because you know what other people know,
In fact, its more likely that you will be completely lost,
You acquire knowledge from a completely different mean,
And that is through the mean of Islam,
And through the mean of struggle,
And through the mean of putting things right, correcting what has been corrupt!

All these are the people who will bring back a Sunnah that has been corrupted in our times,
Of all these, the one Sunnah that has been corrupted beyond any imaginable means,
Those enemies concerning riba,
That in our time, has corrupted our entire society.

And if you want to be of these people, and you want knowledge, you will become a stranger,
This is not something that is going to make you famous,
This is not something that is going to make the people say, "How wonderful"
This is something that is going to bring the matter to a struggle point!
It is going to make you a stranger...but a stranger has advantages.
The most important of which is, you can see what other people cannot see.

The reality is that, we know very little,
Mankind in general knows very little,
That knowledge is entirely determined using our senses, our eyes,
Our realities are compounded by the world as we see it,
Yet we have an intuition that the eyes know alot more than they can experience,
In the same way as an ant,
The insects has very little eyesight,
But with their two antennas, they communicate by chemistry,
Their reality is entirely different from ours.
If you put your finger in their path,
They will see that this is almost as a mountain,
Something that is totally blocking whatever they're doing.
They cannot understand what's blocking...This is our reality too!
They have limited knowledge, a tiny little knowledge,

So, this idea that we are great things,
And attribute to ourselves, powers and knowledges,
And attributes that belong to Allah s.w.t...is itself the very sign of kufur.

The very reality of the alim today, concerning the economic crises,
They carry on with the lie, although they have an intuition that there is a crime, there is injustice, they feel, there is nothing they can do, they're paralyzed.
They cannot see, they cannot understand.

Islam on the other hand will give you understanding,
Will give you vision,
Not only to interpret the events that come along,
But also, more important, is to act.
Knowledge gives you the power to act,
And that again is the advantage of the stranger.

Knowledge starts with La ila ha illaAllah
From La ila ha illaAllah, La hawla wala quwwata illa billah,
You build the whole attribute of Allah s.w.t,
From that, you start to understand things,
You start to see things,
By saying no,
By denying the things that are not,
That will give you the courage, the ability, the position to understand Islam,
To understand Rasul s.a.w,
To understand the Hadith,
To understnad the Muwatta',
To see the realities for what they are.

When it comes to the matter of the Gold Dinar,
Without knowldge, its impossible to understand,
And you can test this yourself,
You can go and tell people, and their reactions would be that this is not possible,
That this cannot be done!
That this things are not to be discussed!
Because this is the matter of a stranger.

To be continued.

Real-Time Transcription

2010-01-23T01:33:00.000-08:00

This transcription is something Prof Umar requested quite some time ago,
I'm going to do this real-time (listening and typing in parallel) ;)

Bismillahirrahman nirrahim.

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Class of Muwatta' of Imam Malik
Topic: Knowledge

Islam stands for freedom!
Stands for the fact that every single transaction, including transactions with money,
Must agree on one condition that Allah has placed on trading.

"Tijaratan 'antaradin minkum" (Quran, 4:29)
Trade, with mutual consent

Islamic banking, is Haram!
It is an attempt to destroy Islam!

You can do something Haram, but you will deal with it.
But the people who says, the Haram is Halal, is not acceptable!
These people are corrupters!

But today I want to talk about something much more important,
Perhaps the heart of this affair.
It is knowledge.

Because, first of all, knowledge is everything!
Knowledge is what distinguishes us from the rest of creation.
Knowledge is what makes the Mu'minun!
Knowledge is what you seek.
Knowledge is the counter of every action.

But knowledge, all knowledge, comes from a single source.
All knowledge comes from knowledge of Allah.

This is the pivot.
The base, the ground.
Every other knowledge, regarding nature or mathematics or physics,
Or any kind of knowledge,
Comes from the knowledge of Allah!

This is very important,
Because, how then do you build knowledge?
You don't build it on the basis of experimental realizations of your life,
You don't build knowledge on what other people in your community has gathered,
You don't build knowledge on what your PhDs give their students
You don't gather knowledge on what most of mankind does
Because, as Allah s.w.t.says,

"If you follow the majority of mankind..you will be led astray!"

Knowledge is an individual affair.
It is private.
It is intimate, the most intimate of all affairs!
It is something between you and Allah, and no one else.
Nobody.
Because, it is not priesthood.
It is the most intimate, and the most rewarding of all affairs.
The affair is both, the means and the goal.
By knowledge...you acquire more knowldge.

Everything that you do fisabilillah,
Is to acquire more knowledge!
Our relationship with minting the Gold Dinar,
Is not because we want to change the economy or to help the people,
Because its beyond our means,

We do it because we love Allah,
And becuae we worship Allah,
And our award is knowledege,
And Allah gives you more knowldege.

You build the knowledge of everythigng else, on the basis of knowlegde,
And the basis of this knowledge is simple,
And its easy to understand.

The people of knowledge, the arifin, the knowers, they have little baggage,
All the knowledge they carry are small.
Unlike the knowledge of the scientists, which are adding and adding.
The sufis, the elite, they say,

"La ilaha illAllah"

And the elite of the elite, they say, La'.
What do they know, they say, they know La'!
They know nothing!

And what is so important about this matter, that this is, knowldge itself!
How can "La' " contain so much knowledge?
Because, all you have to say is La'.
La' to this world.
Such that it is La' to anything other that Allah s.w.t.

And from that, you'll understand something essential.
Which is what is going to make you an activist.
You will not come out of here with knowledge, without this understanding!

"La ilaha illAllah" is the definition which Allah s.w.t takes of Himself.
Allah s.w.t didn't say, "I am ...",
But He says, "Don't worship anything other than Me",
He says, "None of these, except Me".
This the the very foundation of the very thing.
This is how we relate to the world.

Rasul s.a.w said,
"Islam started as a thing that is strange, and it will become again, strange",
And another part of the Hadith he said,
"Paradise are for the strangers".
And his companions asked, "Who are the strangers?"
And the prohet s.a.w siad, "Those who forbid the evil where the people become corrupters"
They are the good people, and there are a few amongst us, compared to the corrupters.

And the Rasul s.a.w said,
"Live in the world, like strangers",
or "Like somebody passing by",
This is the "La' ",
You don't belong.

And these people, these strangers will be the ones that are able to correct,
To forbid the evil when the people have corrupt it.
"Those who correct my Sunnah when it has become corrupt by the people"

To be continued.

Love

2010-01-19T02:14:00.000-08:00

Love Him,
For when you do,
He'll love you.

And is there anything better?

2009

2010-01-06T07:07:00.000-08:00

I woke up in 2009...
Before which, I was asleep, pseudo-alive (bordering on dead!)
.
.
.

M likes to chant the following Hadith to me, he would go:

"Mimi, things that miss you, will never hit you..
And those that hit you, could never have missed you"

And the meaning of being alive (IMHO),
Is to realize to your very core the meaning of that Hadith!

A dear scholar use to say,
That waking up is painful!
And it is!
For, its realizing that nothing is in your hands,
That despite plans and PDAs,
Despite proven track records of Gantt Charts,
NOTHING is in your hands!
NOTHING!
NOTHING!

Not the things you put in your mouth,
Nor the activities in your day,
Those you carefully plan!

If I may use an analogy to describe what 2009 was to me,
It was a trip,
A road trip,
To a neighboring state, Ipoh,
The car we had was a brand new Beamer (cannot go wrong!)
The tank was full,
We had GPS, and even a comprehensive physical map should anything go wrong,
Signboards on the road was clear,
The sun was an envy!
There was no way I could not have make it to my destination...
And we found ourselves swimming in the sea instead of Ipoh the next minute!!

I'm not talking regrets,
For, who am I to regret, or fret, or even question??
Nor am I complaining,
For, who am I to complain, what was I to complain about?

In fact,
I am thankful,
I walk around alive now!
I know who I am, through who I'm not!

He woke me up in 2009...
At the age of 27!
For before that, I was dead from obliviousness!
.
.
.

As of today, I'm barely 1!
Still a baby...
And for that, may He forgive my shortcomings,
I have just been born :)
And, on top of a lifetime of learning to do,
I have 27 years worth of un-learning to do!

May He overlook my shortcomings,
And accept my struggles.
May 2010, be a meaningful 1st birthday :)
Ameen

Fourth Poster

2010-01-02T22:15:00.001-08:00

The u.s is a bankrupt nation!
And being bankrupt, it should render her powerless.
Yet, we see the exact opposite.

The u.s cannot afford a war, let alone wars!!
Who then are paying for the numerous number which they blatantly engage themselves in?

We are!
All of us having any paper currencies in our pocket...are!
Through the devaluation of these currencies.
And the interests attached to the loans needed to bail the different desolated institutions, are the mechanism which is funding the wars.
And the mechanism which perpetuate the wars.

Quite sadly therefore,
The demonstrations on the streets are not the answer!
Neither are the myriad different petitions!

The answer lies in forsaking the God-forsaken papers!
Forsake them!

Sempurna

2009-12-31T18:37:00.000-08:00

Kau begitu sempurna
Di mataku kau begitu indah
Kau membuat diriku akan selalu memujamu

Di setiap langkahku ku kan
selalu memikirkan dirimu
Tak bisa ku bayangkan
Hidupku tanpa cintamu

Janganlah kau tinggalkan diriku
tak kan mampu menghadapi semua
Hanya bersamamu ku akan bisa

Kau adalah darahku
Kau adalah jantungku
Kau adlah hidup ku lengkapi diriku
sayang engkau begitu sempurna

Kau genggam tanganku saat diriku lemah dan terjatuh
Kau bisikkan kata dan hapus semua sesalku

Kau adalah darahku
Kau adalah jantungku
Kau adalah hidup ku lengkapi diriku oh sayang engkau begitu sempurna .. sempurna

Sayangku engkau begitu sempurna..
Sempurna..
Sempurna..

-Sempurna, Andra & the Backbone-

All These Years

2009-12-30T23:47:00.000-08:00

I cannot believe that I've been dead...all these years!
And as the shrouds of death is lifted from me,
I find that the smallest dose of the divine Potion, makes me quiver.

Just a mention of the Potion,
And I quiver.
Just a portion of the Potion,
And tears swell in my eyes.

How shall I describe thee?
A concoction of rawness and tingling ecstasy!
And I cannot believe how I've been fooled...all these years!
To think that anything beats this?
To think that anything else matters?

I've been fooled...all these years!
By colorful packages...that packages nothing but lies,
By colorful packages that hypnotized mt eyes...my 5 senses!
By colorful packages...that packages void, and nothingness, just prolonging misery.

What good is putting off an end that is sure to come?
The tragedy that is sure to visit?

Scared I was...all these years!
Scared to scratch pass my colorful packages,
To face the skeletons of truth,
To admit defeat,
To let the Potion bathe and unveil me.
And leave me raw, with tingling ecstasy.

Third Poster

2009-12-14T21:49:00.000-08:00

This is the third poster that shall circulate in the university.
This poster aim at educating that...While boycotting the smaller culprits that contributed to the tyranny in Palestine, the bigger monster remains at large.

The USD is an american product, more so than starbucks and the likes.
And since 63.9% of the world, pegs their own currency against it (the remaining, mostly to 'basket-of-currencies, which again, pegs to the USD)...
Supporting any paper currencies means a support to the USD and to tyranny in Palestine and all other pitiful Muslim countries in the world!

So, what do we do you ask??
Let's come back to the Dinar and Dirham!
Its the only way to go!!
THE ONLY WAY!
And I say that with certainty.
It is PERFECT, and it is the only way!

The poster are free to be used by any party interested.
We don't even require any acknowledgment.
So, feel free!

Keep us in your prayers.
Salam

To Those That Said...

2009-12-13T08:18:00.000-08:00

This entry is a prayer.
My prayer.
To those that said...

"I did this for Him"!

By different means.
By delivering 'gold coins' for pittance...if at all!
By leaving the comfort of home and family.
By refusing to join crowds, and by that, embraced the title of 'freaks'.
By jumping on wagons that leads to nowhere the naked eye sees.
By refusing to let 'what-meets-the-eye' end their struggle.
By not conforming.
By tolerating and understanding.
By loving.
By giving.
By sharing.

May He keep you and I among those He shades.
For, apart from that, we're interested in none.
May He keep us firm...and firmer by the day.
May nothing deviate us.
May He overlook our pasts and guard our future.
May He accepts it from us.
May we be among those that loves Him, and in return, He loves.
May He open all the gates for us.

Ameen.

Kata hikmah Nurul Hikmah!

2009-12-09T23:07:00.001-08:00

I'm so proud of my friend!!
Hicky, I'm soo proud of yaaa ;)
Let's get loud...let's get loud!

She wrote an article and here it is to be shared:

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bismillahirrahmanirrahim

saya sgt2 harap kwn2 jgn bosan dg topic saya lately which revolves around gold and gold and gold. saya xtau, tapi saya dgn hubby @ baba skrg ni mmg ada masalah besar dgn gold. nak ckp addicted pon bukan, tapi kalau boleh nak semua orang 'aware' or could i say 'enlightened'? otak saya dah xboleh nak digest semua info ni, sbb tu saya nak extract knowledge ni, share with you guys and please...comments and feedbacks are most welcome!

first of all, maaf byk2 kalau cara susun ayat serabai, almaklumlah dh lama tinggalkn sekolah. saya akan cuba sedaya upaya buat ayat yg mudah difahami, kalau x faham juga sila tanya ok. tapi yang pasti, from now onwards, bila sebut 'emas', i am referring to physical gold, either gold wafers or gold coins, bukan barang kemas @ jewellery.

REALITY

China dah 'free' its gold market, meaning, the people @ rakyat can buy, own, and sell gold freely (remember guys, China is a communist country, yet, it is freeing its gold market). in India, even the post office sells gold coins.
the Muslim world is busily launching 'gold dinar' currency and wants to use it in international trade (we already have e-dinar.com and in Malaysia alone we do have dinar kelantan, dinar public gold, and just recently nubex dinar muslim).
the world has gone "pro-gold" and "anti paper-money" all of a sudden. central banks around the world sudah takut, they are buying lotsa gold bullions!
saya masih tertanya2 agak2nya berapa ramai yang simpan gold wafers or gold dinar as primary savings compared to unit trust, ASB, stock portfolio, saham2, forex dan sebagainya.

untuk menjawab soalan 4, saya nak share hakikat yang belum jadi reality

HAKIKAT YANG BELUM JADI REALITY

(Nauzubillah, saya sgt2 harap ini tidak terjadi, tapi siapalah kita untuk predict masa depan? bukankah lebih baik kita bersiap sedia menghadapi sbrg kemungkinan yang bakal terjadi)

bayangkan yang terjadi pada iraq selepas pembunuhan saddam hussein, terjadi pada kerajaan kita, pada negara kita. dalam kelam kabut tu, kita sibuk nak pegi bank, nak keluarkan duit. kata la time tu bank blom kena bom lagi. duit kita dalam bank ada rm1 juta nih. sekali sampai bank, pegawai bank kata

"makcik, makcik xde duit sejuta dalam bank ni!"
"eh, cuba awak tgk betul2, bukan ke kat balance tu tulis RM1,000,000?"
"makcik, ni nombor je ni makcik, sape2 pon bole print nombor ni, kalau makcik x pecaya makcik pegi tanya bank negara"

kita pon berlari2 anak pegi bank negara, sampai kat sana tgk2 bank negara dah kena seal! kita terlupa bank negara kepunyaan kerajaan, tapi kerajaan sapa yg punya? bukan kita punya! masa tu perang makcik ooi! kerajaan kita dah kena rampas. kita dah jadi pelarian perang! maka larilah kita ke negara jiran yang lebih aman dlm keadaan poket kosong, sehelai sepinggang~

bila time perang, you cannot count on ur government, let alone ur personal savings, asb, saham2 atau yg sewaktu dgnnya! same thing happen when economic war strikes!

SO APA YANG PERLU KITA BUAT SEKARANG?

apa lagi, tunggulah government announce "wahai rakyat jelata! beli dan simpanlah emas untuk menjamin masa depan yang cemerlang, gemilang dan terbilang!"
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SALAH!

xde satu pon kerajaan kat dunia ini yang akan announce such thing! why? it would create politic, economic and social chaotic tension. definitely! maka dgn itu, tolonglah amik initiative sendiri, tgk muka anak2, ingat masa depan kita, anak2 dan anak2 kpd anak2 kita. So please:-

SAVE GOLD! JANGAN SIMPAN DUIT KERTAS! Boleh simpan asb, unit trust, nak main forex ke, terpulanglah but make sure your primary saving is GOLD! once you buy and start saving in gold, u'll realize that gold is the ultimate solution to protect ur wealth!
JANGAN JUAL BALIK EMAS YANG DIBELI UNLESS for emergency cases! sell only what you need to live on. contohnya, nak buat major surgery yang memerlukan kos yg tinggi, or nak fulfill ibadat haji, go and sell it! tp jgn jual balik semua emas dlm tgn semata2 nak rebut keuntungan dalam nilai duit kertas! mentang2 harga naik, sibuk nak jual balik tanpa sbb musabab yg munasabah! ingat, paper-money is imaginary profit! paper is worthless!
save gold incrementally. maybe sebulan sedinar! maybe more! but save! mesti consistent. save gold! not paper!

kenapa saya tulis semua ni dgn tanda seru? i am writing to call for the return of gold to the ummah/mankind. i am writing to everyone who cares to share this concept to whomever you think also cares! lantak la sedara mara or kawan2 or jiran2 or kucing2 kamu or kucing2 jiran kamu nak ejek kamu and kata kamu kuno or x ikut peredaran zaman sbb beli emas, bukannya beli unit trust! perlu ke kesah? coz in the end, who will have their wealth INTACT when all those $$$$ hit the ground?

apa yang penting, people @ rakyat must be well informed and financially secure (with gold, definitely!). it matters LITTLE what government does or doesnt do. jangan salahkan government! kamu yang pangkah kertas undi tu!

owh, saya berckp lagak gendang, bunyik kuat dalam kosong. tapi ini bukan ckp kosong maa! saya sendiri beli dan simpan emas. knp? sbb saya dh 'enlightened' (chewaaaah!), saya dah sedar kebobrokan fiat money (go and google fiat money)! saya xnk jadi org yg berlari2 anak ke bank negara seperti dalam cerita rekaan saya sebentar tadi!

saya ulang lagi, hari ini, sekarang, harga emas di kala ini, sgt2 affordable! beli sekarang! start saving gold! esok2 kalau harga mencanak naik, jgn pura2 tepuk dahi mengeluh 'owh, kenapa lah aku tak lock harga emas dgn hikmah time murah hari tue! nyesal gue!"

http://asignificantlife.blogspot.com/

"

Fragile

2009-12-08T00:17:00.000-08:00

If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one
Drying in the colour of the evening sun
Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay
Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetime's argument
That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could
For all those born beneath an angry star
Lest we forget how fragile we are

- Fragile, Sting

A man from Fallujah came to see me yesterday.
He related a story of a personal encounter.

"I had a special friend..." he began.
"2 days before he was bound to go for Hajj, they slaughtered him in front of his house"...he paused, tears begin to burgeon in his eyes.
"And we weren't even allowed to see and bury him"...he then started weeping like a baby.
This 50 year old man from Fallujah, who's known for bravery...wept like a baby!

I would never forget this special man from Fallujah.
Or the story he told me.
Or that look he had on his face.
And I will remember how the story burned in my eyes.
How anger consumed my very being, as I stared at him, over stricken with grief.

After I managed to compose myself, I asked him...

"How did we end up here?"

All this gentle man did was curl his shoulders, with a look of sincere confusion.
And so, the responsibility falls on me.
I know how and where it began!
And by playing oblivion, my brothers pay.

I will not forget that man from Fallujah.
Even when the rain has finished washing the stains of steels meeting flesh.
Somethings...will always stay.

...says frends!

2009-11-30T08:14:00.000-08:00

Thanks Hikmah and M, for the following:

Hikmah's:
"Ming, biasanya, aku akan tgk cermin...buruk ok mukaa! Then smile, subhanAllah, lagi cantek ok!"

M's:
"The prophetic advice is to try any of the following: stand up if sitting, sit if standing, ablution, do two raka'ahs, leave the scene, pray for the person and drink water"

InsyAllah guys, it'd be in my head!

The God of Small Things

2009-11-28T19:59:00.000-08:00

One of my favourite book.
By one Miss Arundhati Roy.
Tears into the reality of things, cutting crap out of its way.
An honest writing, and of the catchi-est line in it:

"They traversed into forbidden territories, and tempered with laws that laid down, who should be loved and how. And how much"

Along the way, all of us commited this crime, one way or another.
By losing our list of precedence.
Who or what precedes what and who?

It is a job for Him alone.
To be keeping one vigilant on their own list of precedence is a job for Him alone.
And by that, Glory be to Him alone!

May He keep us amongst those that understands this list well.
Ameen.

A Story of the Les Paul and the Pearl

2009-11-25T02:50:00.000-08:00

The Pearl

...And her Les Paul

And so it is.
A story of the Les Paul and the Pearl.
And the rest....are history!

The Misfits!

2009-11-24T01:48:00.001-08:00

Here's to the crazy ones.
The misfits.
The rebels.
The trouble-makers.
The round pegs in the square holes.
The ones who see things differently.

They're not fond of rules, and they have no respect for the status-quo.

You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify, or vilify them.
But the only thing you can't do is ignore them.
Because they change things.
They push the human race forward.

And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius.

Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world.
Are the ones who do!

-Adapted from an advertisement by Apple-

I wish!

2009-11-18T23:18:00.000-08:00

Sometimes.
I wish I could speak a different language apart from 'my-mind'!

The Economic Revolution of the Gold Dinar by Dr. Umar Vadillo

2009-11-16T19:05:00.000-08:00

Bismillahirrahmannirrahim.

My apology to those that has been waiting for an update. It has been abit hectic.
By His grace, the response to the talk has been overwhelming!
So many out there that are thirsty for a divine solution, and they're the one that's leading our effort!
With little marketing, demand is high!!
InsyAllah, it is He alone that leads or impedes, and it is His guidance alone that we seek.
I request that those reading this blog keep us in their prayers.

The talk began with a beautiful introduction by my dear friend, S.
Who spoke for M and I and Muslims in the world.
She brought out our two posters on the projector, and it just touch everyone's nerves!!
The horrible Zimbabwean bill and the poor little child scavenging through crumbles on the street!
She then said, "This is the effect of paper money!! And I left Japan, my mother and my father, and the comfort of home to learn how did we end up here?".
And she spoke for M. For what they did to his country. His rich rich country!
And she called on Prof Umar who took it from where she left.

With a beautiful opening of a Quranic verse, he then began.
That if one do not understand the Islamic Gold Dinar, then one should find that he is the one flawed, as oppose to the Shari'ah.
And he suggest one does what Mawlana Rumi suggests, that one hits one's head against the wall until one understands.
For Islam has been perfected. And it is perfect.
And all other things need to conform to it, and not otherwise.
And to get out of Riba is so possible and simple, that it perplexes.
And one will not see it through his mind and logic, but through the heart.
Through believe first!
Then you'd see it manifest that it is the only way to go!
The only scientific way to go, the only fair way to go.

The man then went on to quote some of the unfair things that has been said concerning Dinar.
That it is an expensive solution.
He argues, of course the Dinar is expensive...for THEM!
From where we are, nothing is more expensive than the USD.
It has cost us the very soil you and I stand on, and we have no more things to loose.
And in that alone lies power!
They have a flight of 40 story building to fall through, we're already on ground zero!
Things could only get better, or remain as it is.

He then related a domestic story of his household.
That in the board game of Monopoly, you could never win against a player that has the right to be printing money!
He could always get all our lands!!
All of it, just give it time!!
And the world has cooked up an enourmous body of literature to be justifying what it essentially does, through a body known as economy.
Economy and its jargons and its crap.

He then question the audience, exactly how does the GNP reflect the society?
When I sell you Microsoft's share for 100, and you sell it back to me for 120 and it goes on and on amassing millions of dollars from the board, have we thorugh this process added a single service or product?
And if we have not, then we have only speculated!
Thus the birth of 2 economy (ironic enough, even by their measures): the speculative and the real.
And the size of the speculative have grown to an enourmous rate with the real economy panting to catch up!
Panting through the sweat of the Indonesian and Bangladeshis.
Panting through you and I!!
And you have inflation that keeps on reducing what our sweat buys us!

As oppose to the divine Dinar economy.
Whereby, the price of chicken in the prophet s.a.w's age is the SAME as it is today!!
1400 years later!!

And that, we should shake away our fears.
Fro nothing happens without His grace, and His grace is all that we need.

La hawla walaa quwwata illa billahhil 'aliyyil 'azim.

May Allah continue to proliferate and ease our journey in establishing the Dinar economy in the university.
For it aims at showing the various communities that Islam has a model.
And it is the one that has been laid down by the glorified Muhammad s.a.w.
Who then went on to say, "My brothers are those that will love me without ever having seen me".
And may Allah keep us on a path that leads to this!

Ameen.

Chivalry!

2009-11-08T22:38:00.000-08:00

We pray to belong here:

“They were YOUNG men who had Iman in their Lord and We increased them in guidance.”
Al-Kahf, 13

Today, as we (S, M and I) were having lunch, discussing final prep for tomorrow's big day,
2 Indonesian workers came around us,
We had a few Dirham coins lying on the table,
When they butt in (which is a good thing btw)

"Apeni, Dik?"

An avenue I thought!
To promote the coins.
To which I replied, "Inilah duit makcik!!"

One of them look puzzled, the younger one, "Duit??"

The elder among them startled me,
"Ye, betul!! Dulu duit memang macam ni lahh! Perak ke ni Dik?"

And I told her, "Ye, Perak makcik...Dirham namanya! Inilah duit dalam Islam makcik"

I took two pieces, handed one to each of them.
And I felt great to be putting power back into their small hands, that tirelessly scrubed our table.

I told them to never trade their wealth, unless its for wealth!
And values for values!

"Ni Perak Makcik, takkan pernah sama dengan kertas, tak kire laaa kaler ape sekali pun"

They smiled, "InsyAllah"!

INVITATION!

2009-11-04T19:46:00.000-08:00

Second Handbill

The above handbill is the second that will spread in the campus, insyAllah.
With it, we aim to educate the public of some of the effect of paper money.
One of it being poverty.
The second handbill will be spread out in accordance with an event that will be held in the uni.
Those interested are cordially welcomed.

May the effort be one that He blesses, for it is only His blessings that we seek to attain.
Ameen.

So, hope to see you there ;)

Muamalah

2009-10-29T02:20:00.000-07:00

...the current global crisis is a positive phenomenon as it is an inescapable outcome of a system built upon false laws and principles of Usury and Humanism. This crisis was the biggest crisis in the history of Capitalism signaling its final end and the Muslims should take this opportunity to establish the Islamic model which successfully existed from the time of the Messenger of Allah (s.a.w) up until the destruction of Ottoman Caliphate at the turn of the 20th century - Muamalah!

This crisis is nothing but Allah’s war against Riba, therefore we’ll see during this crisis who is who in Islam: the Mukminun will rejoice at this crisis and will come out united and determined, the Munafikun will pretend nothing is happening and continue business as usual!

Allah the Magnificent and the Only Truth, all praise only exists for Him alone!

UIA Dinar Efforts

2009-10-26T22:49:00.000-07:00

First Handbill

M, S and I are currently engaged in a two-pronged effort in introducing the Dinar system in UIA.

On one hand, we're trying to implement the payment system in the uni.
On the other, we're trying to get the crowds to realize what paper money on the whole is doing to the world.

We came up with the following poster and handbills.
The posters are now pasted around the campus, and the handbills are being spread around.

What we learned while handing out the handbills is that people are still oblivion to the situation we have at hand.
The effect of paper money, regardless of the currency!

InsyAllah, we shall be making more of these posters and handouts.
The information are kept concise, while we try to drive home the point.
We hope the pictures do more of the talking for us, insyAllah.

If

2009-10-24T03:38:00.000-07:00

If you can keep your head,
When all about you,
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you.

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too.

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise.

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master,
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster,
And treat those two impostors just the same.

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken,
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build them up with worn-out tools.

If you can make one heap of all your winnings,
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss.

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew,
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you,
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much.

If you can fill the unforgiving minute,
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

Why Dinar?

2009-10-19T17:09:00.000-07:00

Bismillahirrahmannirrahim.

For the believers, the Dinar and Dirham is Allah's way. An Islamic way.
It is Islam's currency.
Its the money used in Islam.
And from it, stems an economic system that is Islamic
(Mind you, I did not say "Islamic Banking")
And, because we choose to be different from the non-believers, its good enough a reason to embrace the matter.
Whether we understand not the significance.
Because its what Allah wants, that's what I'd do.

Though, if one seek for the significance of the Dinar, one shall find it with His mercy.
Because unlike most things 20th century, Islam rides not on mankind.
Therefore, when one searches for the siginificance, one shall find it.
No fraudulence in Islam.
No theological make-ups, only truth.
Upon which, bowing down is victory!
And bowing down elevates.
InsyAllah.

Dinar are gold coins, and Dirham are silver coins.
Gold and silver are precious metals, which derives its value from its rarity and durability.
And so its value is locked, to the total amount of gold to ever exist in the world.
(I read that one could fit all the gold ever found on earth into a cube 20 meters on a side!)
Not a rare concept.
If you were to step back in time, there existed a period where trades could only be made when one has gold!
As Mr K was telling me lastnite, the Opium trade started when british refused to pay for Tea with gold, and so they had to trade with something the chinese wanted - Opium.
Things with value were traded with gold.
And so the value of gold is indisputable.

It is only in this century that people trade gold for printed paper.
In the past, this would have been preposterous!

One questions, "what's the difference then, if the printed papers are 'as good as gold'?"
The difference is that, the value of the paper, be it 'as good as gold', lies in the hand of the governing men.
Today, they claim its 'as good as gold', but when need be, governing men could manipulate it to what he wants the value to be.
And so, its bound to manipulation.
Bound to men-made theorems, which in turn, are bound to men's fallibilites.
And God knows how many!

The significance of using gold as money is that, merchandise exchanged in a trade don't loose its value.
The value of the sold item and the item bought, both retains its value, even while it changes form and hand.
For example;
If you were to buy a plate of rice for half a Dirham, you'd go home with a full stomach (which is value), and the seller goes home half-a-Dirham richer, with no means for manipulation since the value of the Dirham lies within the Dirham itself, it being a precious metal!
The seller finds that, his half-a-Dirham could still buy him a plate of rice even in 20 years time.

This is as opposed to promissory notes (which is what fiat or paper money is, in essence!)
Yesterday, 3 blue Malaysian notes promise its owner 2 plates of rice.
Today, you need a red Malaysian note for the same thing.
Cos its only a PROMISE!
Which is usually entailed by a generic question: "Who's promise?"

And so, that is part 1 of "Why Dinar?"

Let me end the entry by an authentic Hadith from The Musnad of Imam Ahmad ibn Hanbal:

Abu Bakr ibn Abi Maryam reported that he heard the Messenger of Allah s.a.w, say:

"A time is certainly coming over mankind in which there will be nothing [left] which will be of use save a dinar and a dirham."

May Allah give us the strength.

Ameen.

A Beautiful Quote

2009-10-13T12:10:00.000-07:00

Found this to be shared, about checking oneself of a 'mustard seed' of pride:

"True devotion is to loose the faculty of being conscious of one's devotion; for one who identifies devotion in his devotion, is a person whose devotion is in need of a devotion!"

Read it carefully and you'd find it addressing a very narrow little spot in your heart, just when you thought you've perfected it and rid it off vanity, vanity seeps in!

May Allah protect us from this insidious evil, ameen.

Sehr besetzt!

2009-10-09T04:45:00.000-07:00

Sehr besetzt = very busy...auf Deutsch...

For the past few weeks that has been the title of my everyday!
Sehr besetzt.
Wake up in the morning, get dressed, and in a few minutes, God knows where I'd be?
Been juggling between a few things; dad's stuffs, student's stuffs and last...lasttt...mine!!
Days usually ends in the wee hours of morning..an average of 3am.
Tho, last week, we didn't get not a wink of sleep, before having to put up with crowds at Putrajaya!
What do I do, you ask?
Sometimes I think about what to call myself too.
How do I introduce myself, without losing context of what I do.
For the time being, let's just call me 'Daddy's Girl' ;)
Quite an apt description I reckon, in both the fortunate and not-so-fortunate ways.
No offense Daddy ;) Ich sehr liebe dich.
Daddy's girl's...girls' labour of love!(loads of credits, more than mine, goes to my sister)
That's what our life has been about.
I thank Allah for the chance :)
The sweet perspiration...indeed...its a labour of love!!

Usually, I dare not describe my days, how it begins and how it ends.
Firstly, people have a problem understanding what I do, what I have to do, and why?
Its deep.
And sharing makes it lame.
Guess its between Allah and me :)
I pray He accepts it from me, and count it as among good-deeds.
InsyAllah :)
Secondly, I'm immediately labeled intimidating and materialistic.
Two of the most foreign things about me if you ask those who really knows me.
Due to that, I'd usually camouflage my tight schedule with gentle scoffs of
"Owwh, you knowww me ;) "
A lame line that doesn't get anywhere, but satisfies everyone.

One moment during the week that's worthy of sharing happened last Tuesday (6/10/09).
At this point, we haven't slept well for almost 3 days.
Muna didn't get a wink, I did a few short naps here and there.
We were rushing to Putrajaya that Tuesday morning and due to the massive jam, I procrastinated filling gas in the car.
Half way through the journey, the alert came on.
"No more mileage for whatever left in my tank"
Yikes!!
I needed to just go, can't stop cos we had to be there ASAP.
Alhamdulillah, we got there on time, and did what we had to.

Still, there was no petrol in the car since I didn't have time to stop.
And so, we headed home with an empty tank.
A petrol station is nowhere in sight!
The one I know was way in Serdang, a good 15-20km from where we were.
But do I have a choice? No!! lol

And so I drove my empty vessel and I prayed to Him.
Please don't let the car stop Ya Allah, I'm dead tired, and Muna's fast asleep.
I could vividly picture what it'd be like.
The scorching sun, so unforgiving.
Ya-Rabb, help me out of this!!
We still had a long way to go before a petrol station.
I prayed anxiously in a battle of fear and hope.

Fear originating from thoughts like:
"Oh yikes, I procrastinated the Subuh prayer and this is me paying for it!!"

And hope origintaing from thoughts that are too lame to mention ;)

And so, the journey was peppered with these, as beads of sweat stroll down from my forehead (AC had to be switched off duhh!)
Finally, we arrived at a petrol pump!!
Alhamdulillaaahhhh!!! I was overjoyed!!
Got out of the car, bought cool, sweet, yummy Cincaus.
Some snacks!
And filled my tank!
All in an air-conditioned shop.
Bliss!!
The beads of sweat caved in and dried up, its room no longer exist as the AC blows cool wind in my face :D
Jumped aboard the-now-full vessel, and headed for home, sipping on my cool Cincau while the sun looks down in envy!
The sky was the brightest of blue.
I felt on top of the world that short moment, as if nothing could taint my day!!
:D
The job was done, the vessel is full, and I have a cool-sweet Cincau in my hand.
To add to the celebration, I put on the radio...and started singing to the tracks.
Swinging my head, tapping my fingers...really enjoying myself.

All of a sudden, the last 15 minutes came to mind.
And I felt a pang of guilt.
I evaluated objectively, what has changed in the last 15 minutes?
Quite frankly, nothing much. Except, I was more comfortable now.
With the AC and the cool drink, and no worries about the tank.
I've forgotten entirely about Him!
That the comfort was His mercy.
I learned that I remembered Him better in times of need, so I guess, He made me need Him as a mercy for me, so that I remember Him often.
Because, when I remember Him, He remembers me in return :)
InsyAllah.

And so, don't fret at troubled times.
In fact, its a mercy!
An idea not too foreign, since the prophet s.a.w faced lots of troubled times, upon which he was able to invoke his Lord.
Troubled times therefore equals chances for you be invoking Him.

Peace be upon us all.

Hal jazaa ul ihsan ni illal ihsan?

2009-10-05T09:11:00.000-07:00

Allah said in Quran 55:60:

"Hal jazaa ul ihsan ni illal ihsan?"
"Is there any reward for good, other than good?"

And, verses preceding 60 being an interweaving of His question about, "which of His mercy do we deny?" (Fabi ayyi alaa irabbikuma tukazziban?)
And therefore, 60 answers its own question!
That, for every good, the reward could only be another good, an equivocal good!
For with Allah, equations are linear.

Many a time in my life, I question why are things so hard?
But my good dear friends (may Allah bless you, M & Aalya) pointed an almost startling observation, something which was easy to overlook.
That the Prophet s.a.w was His most beloved servant, a man guaranteed of His garden, and yet the most unfortunate man when measured by the hands of us mortals.
His life was a rendition of hardship, far from ease.
But throughout, he remain steadfast to his role, never transgressing his boundaries.
A man of honor!

And just maybe...
55:60 is trying to wean men to do good despite any opposites being done unto him.
Despite hardships and non-linearities!
To continue doing good.
For its indisputable, that for every good, there will be good.
Just a question of time, upon which He said:

"Walal aakhiratu khairulla ka minal ulaa"
"The end is surely better than the beginning!"

May He accept our sincere deeds, as deeds with equivocal rewards.
From Him alone.

Ameen.

Thot of the day

2009-10-03T20:15:00.000-07:00

Found this, written by Torben Iversen in the Introduction to Capitalism and Democracy:

"...how it is possible to combine capitalism with democracy?
Capitalism produces stark inequalities in the distribution of property and income,
while democracy divides power in a manner that is in principle egalitarian (one person,
one vote). So why don’t the poor soak the rich? And if they do, how can capitalism be
a viable as an economic system?..."

Anyone??

Given the right to vote...

2009-10-02T03:17:00.000-07:00

Had an interesting breakfast yesterday.
The topic was Obama.
And Hillary.
Interestingly my breakfast-mate was a pure Hillary supporter!!

She then popped a question to me.
Which seemed naive and simple.
She said:

"Who would you have voted for Mimi?"

I said:

"First, I don't think I'm politically sound, enough to be voting"

She insists that I had the rights to choose.
So okay...
Okay okay...
If you insists

"Given the rights to vote, I'd vote for the cutest Mr President ;) and so thank God for Brad Pitt coming into the political arena!!"

And so, that's democracy for you!!
Utter absurdity...

What do you think??

The Freedom-Fighters

2009-09-28T23:16:00.000-07:00

They're a group of people who sees what others don't, and act where others won't!
They're a group of people who became free because they choose not to fear.
For it is only when you go past your fears, will you feel free!
The freedom-fighters are those that submits to Him alone

The freedom-fighters are not a group created by the hands of men.
They're not another organization or association.
Instead they closely follow the route that has been laid down by a perfect example.
A revealed example.

The freedom-fighters fear none other than their Lord and His promises.
The freedom-fighters fear the war He wages.

The freedom-fighters choose not to succumb to men-made laws and men-made ways.
Instead, they analyzes and seek His guidance, and His guidance alone.
They choose a path that shall liberate mankind, and not one that brings about inequality.
They choose a path in which substance supersedes surfaces.
They choose a path where freedom is guaranteed by their Lord alone.

The freedom-fighters are the Muttaquns and the Mu'minun!
Ones, whose heart He chooses to contain Him.
Ones who are fearless and yet fearful.
Ones who prostrate and liberate.

May Allah bless us, and protect us, when there will be no protection but that of His :)
Ameen Ya-Rabb!

There is a ship...

2009-09-28T23:07:00.001-07:00

There is a ship...
It sailed the sea.
It's loaded deep, as deep can be.
But not as deep, as the love I'm in!
I know not how, I sink or swim.

Now, that's what we call a weekend!

2009-09-27T02:56:00.000-07:00

The weekend was awesome!
Abit of everything...
Friends, good food, a good book, good company and stimulating discussions.
A tad of pain and deep reflections.
All in all, a deeper realization of Allah and His miracles.

Saturday started off with an interesting business discussion with a new-found friend over breakfast.
Who thought I was 'a lil tiger' :D grrr!
The 2nd half of the day was spent in the kitchen.
Food prep for the 'freedom-fighters' that was to head over our place for dinner.
The menu (my part, not inclusive of mum's): Casserole and Spaghetti-Sup!!
Alhamdulillah, that got done by 3.30pm.
Was able to then splurge in a little reading. Weeee :D
SAQ's Root Islamic Education. Original!
Was he able to squeeze tears out of me with his citations.
For those reading this blog, check the book out!
If you're on a path looking for a guide, and if you've question the reality that's been shoved into your face, and if you feel there's a tad more to the meaning of the 'deen' than what's portrayed, You'd find delight in the book!
You'd even find solace in knowing that you're not alone.
And that, there's a practical way around it.
What's beautiful is that, the way has been laid down by the Prophet s.a.w himself.
And how glorified were they, the Prophet s.a.w and his Sahabahs.
For me and M, the book affirmed that what we've theorized, were not mere theories!!
May Allah bless you dear :)

The 'freedom-fighters' arrived for a congregational Maghrib.
The beautiful sight of their prostrations fill my heart :)
A beautiful dinner entails, followed by a beautiful forum.
Today marks a few newcomers to the team: Hikmah and Jeman, Arshad and family and Zaynab.
Welcome guys!
InsyAllah, the path shall be one of victory!
We ended after midnight.
After dropping the girls back, did abit of Mr. K :)
Swooned :)

Sunday, went to see some bed-ridden patients for the project.
How fragile is life I thought, when I saw them.
And how beautiful the way He structured the society.
If only men bowed down to The rules.
But verily, men forget.
Men forget all the time!
May Allah hold us all tightly, for there's no strength besides that of His.
Ameen.

Came home, meeting with Hairul, headache!
Slept it off..

Peace be upon all.

Rage Against the Machine

2009-09-23T21:28:00.001-07:00

Prof Umar once said, there's something sinister about someone wanting to give you something that already belong to yourself!

That is exactly what the man-made laws are trying to do.
Give us our birth right - Freedom!
Under their many fancy names - the freedom to choose.
What one fail to see is the limited assortment ;)
Or, worst, from just one choice.
"You're either with me, or you're not!"
Tho, you could go out to choose me.
How peculiar!
What difference is it, be it green or blue?
A box is a box!

Rage against the machine.
No one gives anyone their birth-right!!
It was by the mercy of their being, their Lord alone!

I was born free!
To adhere to Him alone, not man's machineries.
My responsibility is to search. Not succumb to majorities.
Because what good is the majority, if most of them are lost?
Would I too be among the lost?

Our beloved Prophet s.a.w said:

"Do not be a mere imitator with no firm determination. You say, 'I am with the people. Should people do good, so do I. And if they do evil, so do I'.
But school yourselves. If people do good so should you. But if they do evil shun their evil deeds."

One should question oneself often, about one's position.
About the position of one's soul.
About one's prostration, and its direction.
Mere following, without once in awhile looking up to outside the crowd, could lead one into a direction one never intended to go!

I do not wish to realize, when I die...that I have not lived.
That I have not search and decided.
That all I did was succumb to majority.
I choose to live.
And I choose to adhere to what He alone prescribes and enjoin.
Otherwise, I have not lived!
Otherwise, I might have sold my soul to a power I never should have, through the wrong direction for which I prostrated!
And Allah warned me against the price.

"And vile indeed was the price for which they sell their soul, if only they knew!"
(Al-Baqarah, 102)

May He give us the strength and be merciful on our souls.
Peace be upon all of us, InsyAllah.

Thot of the day

2009-09-22T21:47:00.000-07:00

Came across this. Quite a witty, thought-provoking line.
Here it is to be shared:

"....If we all go for the blonde and block each other, not a single one of us is going to get her. So then we go for her friends, but they will all give us the cold shoulder because no on likes to be second choice. But what if none of us goes for the blonde? We won't get in each other's way and we won't insult the other girls. It's the only way to win. It's the only way we all get a girl..."

- John Nash, A Beautiful Mind-

United Colors of Hearts

2009-09-21T00:07:00.000-07:00

We can be a myriad different colors on the skin.
Black, white, yellow...and gradients in between.
But the heart...is a general red!

And He exalted the significance of the heart, time and time again in His book.
[ (22:46), (7:179), (9:87), (58:22)....an extensive list ]
(Surely for a reason none would have the power to refute)
Ironically, not the mind, as the 21st century imposes!
But the heart!
For it is in what you 'feel' and what your heart commands you to do, that something is done.
Either to a perfection or less.
This is not surprising.
They say "healf-hearted", ironically not too much attention on a "half-minded"!

The heart is the adhesive of a society.
And as opposed to the barbaric relics of 'professionalism', all of us are humans.
Not when you feel not the predicament of another, will you be able to strive hard against or for something, nor will it enable you to go the distance.
And to feel and love and want for another, what you want for yourself, is the glue that binds.

And how difficult is that?
For a start, He has already united the color!
The United Colors of Hearts.

This entry was inspired by the many beautiful colors in my life.
All of which had a general RED :)