HOW SCARY ORGANIC CHEMISTRY CAN BE ?

oo..kai.I am gonna flunk my Organic paper tomorrow.It's midterm test,with 2 days left for Finals! 


now I realized how difficult Organic Chem can be,after three semester continuously taking it as the core subject.Well, through the first year of studying it,I got a hunch that it'll be hard,but I didn't expect it to be this hard.


1st Semester (Sept 2010-Jan 2011) - Pharmaceutical Organic 1
2nd Semester ( Feb-June 2011) - Pharmaceutical Organic 2
3rd Semester ( Sept 2011- Jan 2012) - Pharmaceutical Organic 3


As a start,i only got B+ .It's satisfying though,since my scores is 83/100.So,i put extra effort and improved my scores the next semester to redeem my failure,then i got A- , 85/100 . But ,with the finals approaching this year,I don't think I can manage to upgrade my scores any better from the past.


This semester,I'd learn about Carbohydrates,Stereochemistry,Stereoisomerism and Heterocyclic Chemistry.It's not as much topic as the previous semester,but then; it is way different.With long nomenclature to figure out , like  2-amino-5-phenyl quinazoline or 4-oxo-7-methyl-3-phenyl-pyrido[1,2-a]thieno[2,3-d]pyrimidine , i struggle hard to reaaallly glue and stamped the whole things into my brain.I'm not making it up! this is last year's questions!


So,after ranting aimlessly to my blog,(I'm supposed to be) in jolly spirit to continue my study without sleeping (but i am sleepy already!) and repeatedly hope there'll be simple and easy question tomorrow! 

I WON'T SHED ANY TEARS

I just want someone to listen to me without judging me
Just lend your ears,
That's all i'm asking for
Forget about lending me a shoulder to cry on,
I won't shed any tears
Because there isn't any left,after all
I wouldn't ask that much,
Nor will I demand comforting hugs

The things in people that really boiled me up is,

the way they keep repeating the principles of virtue
but only in WORDS.


I'm not that emotional,but yes,
I can get hurt


I'm upset,
so don't get me into devastating phase.
I'm upset,but then I realized
through this upsetting events,i'd known life better
And most important,I'd known My Creator best.


He give me the things that help me to remind myself
And i was, and still am reminded,
really well.






p/s: This is not intentionally to be sort-of-poetic-lament.It's just a heart's spill,even I'm shocked that it had turned like this.O well,i'm applauding myself for being sentimentally creative.

Pindah rumah baru

Akhir November lalu,saya dan seluruh ahli bait bersetuju untuk berpindah ke rumah baru.Rumah lama @ Imarah Ikan Bakar ditinggalkan setelah setahun 2 bulan diduduki.Dari kehidupan berhimpit sembilan orang untuk rumah 3 bilik ketika awal kedatangan kami ke Mesir,kami sebulat suara untuk beralih angin ke rumah baru yang diharapkan mendatangkan lebih keselesaan pada kami - dalam belajar khususnya.Sekarang hanya tinggal kami 5 orang ahli bait 'rumah ikan'. 3 orang sudah berpindah ke 'rumah bengkel' pada tahun lepas dan seorang berpindah ke 'Imarah Otai' di Qaumiyyah pada September lalu.


Namun begitu,kenangan bersama 9 orang tetap terpahat di hati.Tak pernah selama saya belajar,terpaksa berhimpit seramai itu.Alhamdulillah,suka duka tetap bersama - kemanisan ukhuwah dirasa.Semua penghuni nya pangkat adik kepada saya - rasa sayang timbul semulajadi ^^ . Kami solat berjemaah setiap waktu.Qiam dikejut,subuh dibangunkan,study bersama.Makan? paling best- penat sangat memasak untuk 9 orang.Tapi menu pelbagai,ikut selera masing-masing.Ada yang tak makan carrot,ada yang suka tomato,ada yang makan telur kuning saja,yang putih tak mahu - dan macam-macam lagi.


Lama juga masa yang diperuntukkan untuk mencari rumah di Zagazig ni.Bukan setakat kami meminta bantuan ustaz-ustaz dan persatuan - malah kami turut mencari sendiri.Alhamdulillah , rumah sekarang sangat memuaskan hati.Nak perfect sangat memang tak la kan..Baba dan mama ( panggilan untuk tuan dan puan rumah ) baik hati,siap masak untuk kami lagi.

Roti Ish dengan kuah fasolia ( kacang panjang) - ala-ala curry.

Mula-mula mama tanya,dah makan belum.Saya dengan innocent nya jawab la,tak makan lagi.Yela,waktu tu baru balik dari uni,terus ke rumah mereka,nak negotiate pasal rumah.Then depa tanya,makan fasolia tak?Saya cakap la,makan je.To'miah pun saya makan.Apa lagi..baba terus ke dapur dan masakkan untuk saya dan seorang lagi sahabat.Terkezut kot!. Terlupa yang adat arab macam tu.Lain kali,jangan kata lapar,atau puji barang depa cantik.Nanti diberi terus barang tu pada kita.

Tengah duk makan tu,Maghrib pun masuk.Mama yang sedang sibuk berbual dengan kami minta izin untuk solat.Saya ingatkan mama nak gi masuk bilik ke,untuk solat.Rupanya dan2 tu jugak dia solat.Atas sofa dan depan kami.Dia alihkan badan menghadap kiblat,dan terus angkat takbir.Kami yang tengah menyuap makanan ni tergamam la kejap,kan.

Itulah mama kami,tengah solat.

Selepas mama solat,saya pun minta izin untuk solat juga.Saya tanya,ada sejadah tak? Mama unjurkan sehelai kain dan saya solat ditepi meja.Ketika solat,saya perasan yang mama asyik memandang ke arah saya.

Selesai solat,mama dengan tersenyum memuji,bagusnya awak solat..sangat bagus,umpama solat saya menghadap Kaabah.Saya kaget dengan pujian itu kerana tak menjangkanya.Sebab,itulah cara saya solat sehari-hari,tiada yang extra pun pada hari itu.Bila difikr-fikir balik,mungkin kerana betapa kita Muslim di Malaysia diajar sejak kecil cara solat yang terbaik,menggunakan mazhab syafie - yakni melalui cara wudhu' kita,aurat kita,pakaian solat dan tempat solat.Di negara-negara Arab,semua ini tidak dititik beratkan.

Bagi mereka,solat boleh saja di mana-mana - di jalanan,di koridor,dalam bas,hatta di tepi tandas.Iye,betul - solat boleh dilakukan di mana-mana asalkan tempat tersebut bebas dari najis.Tapi kalau lah kita boleh mencari tempat yang lagi bersih,tenang dan tidak menghalang laluan,kan lagi baik?

Khusyuk dalam solat itu penting.Kalau kita solat dalam keadaan bising,menghalang laluan orang,macam mana tu?Saya perhatikan,akhawat di Mesir ni,solatnya sangat cepat.Sebagaimana hadis Rasulullah S.A.W - orang yang mencuri di dalam solat ialah mereka yang tidak menjaga rukuk dan sujudnya.

Kan sangat elok jika kita melambatkan rukuk dan sujud?Itulah yang selalu saya amalkan.Bacaan disedapkan,dilambatkan dan dihayati.Sedangkan wanita disini solatnya sangat canggung.Tangan bergerak kiri dan kanan - membetulkan lipatan tudung,baju yang ketat dan skirt yng singkat.Kaki tidak ditutup dengan stokin.

Jangan tak tahu,kita di Malaysia (dan mungkin negara serumpun nusantara) sahaja yang ada 'Kain Sembahyang/Telekung) . Disini tiada,depa solat dengan pakaian yang dipakai itu saja.Di uni,kalau la hari tu seorang pelajar 'terpakai' pakaian yang ketat,dia akan tutup badannya dengan lab coat.Pelikkan? Maknanya dia tahu,pakaiannya ketat dan tidak sah dibawa solat.Tapi kenapa pakai?

I left you with something to ponder.

Tentang Rumah

Hari ni saya sengaja nak tayang gambar rumah tempat saya tinggal di bumi Zagazig ni. tada....

Imarah Ikan Bakar

Nampak macam...err,, buruk je kan? Kalau nak tau,lebih kurang macam ni je semua di Mesir.Di sini,sangat jarang kita jumpa rumah sebuah-sebuah,macam kat Malaysia.Rumah-rumah kat sini semuanya ala-ala flat,atau kami panggil 'imarah'.


Untuk memudahkan kami mengenali dan 'refer' rumah sahabat - sebab kat sini jarang ada nama jalan or alamat yang sempurna, or kalau ada pun,kami tak biasa - rumah pelajar Malaysia selalunya diberikan nama  panggilan ringkas supaya senang dikenalpasti.Macam rumah saya,namanya Imarah Ikan Bakar sebab ada kedai ground floor/ardhi yang menjual ikan bakar,nama kedai tu Asma' Salam.


Kadang-kadang ada je sahabat yang panggil rumah kami Rumah Aquarium-sebab banyak ikan?Mengarut la depa tu...


Ada je nama rumah disini yang sedikit lawak.Contohnya Imarah Sawah - rumah mereka dekat dengan ladang,sekali pandang teringat sawah di Malaysia.

Ini Imarah Sawah.Kononya dulu nak letak nama Imarah Baba Zuhdi,sempena nama tuan punya rumah.Sekali tak lekat,sebab 'sawah' tu lagi ngam ngan depa,hehe~ sawahnya tak nampak,sebab di belakang imarah.

Imarah Sinki - Depan pintu masuk depa ada sinki.lawak kan?.


Imarah Hijau - Warna keseluruhan rumah depa hijau.Sangat kontra dengan imarah lain di sini,kerana kebanyakkan imarah disini tidak bercat,bersimen pun tak.


Imarah Lif - satu-satunya imarah yang ada lif.seronok la,tak yah naik tangga.




Cerita,cerita jugak...sebenarnya nak kabo..saya dah pindah rumah baru! jeng jeng jeng...jemput la datang ye! saya berkenan,hati senang,tidur lena...

JAULAH PORT SAID

Lately,I’m in the lost of engaging headlines,so I’m just going for a decent one.

Entry kali ini tentang jaulah ke Port Said , yang tiap-tiap tahun diadakan khusus untuk shopping winter attire.Kenapa ke Port Said ? Tidaklah ana tahu.Yang ana tahu,ana suka pergi jaulah,apatah lagi yang melibatkan urusan jual beli,eceh~

Port Said,seperti namanya adalah bandar pelabuhan berdekatan Terusan Suez dan pernah menjadi rebutan 3 buah Negara iaitu British,Perancis dan Israel pada peperangan tahun 1956.Kalau nak tahu lebih detail , kena lah tanya En.Google dan Ustaz Wiki.Mereka lebih arif kot ~

Mengambil masa lebih kurang 3jam perjalanan dari Zagazig,perjalanan itu yang pada mulanya sedikit membosankan menjadi seronok tiba-tiba apabila ana terperasan titik-titik hujan membasahi bumi tandus Mesir dan tingkap bas,opkos..Mula-mula,ana perasan yang angin kuat beserta debu dan pasir berterbangan,ala-ala tornado gitu..tapi sungguh tak sangka yang perjalanan jaulah kali ini akan disulami dengan hujan rahmah.Bagi negara padang pasir seperti Mesir,kedatangan hujan yang hanya muncul sekali dua setahun adalah peristiwa yang sangat ditunggu-tunggu.Disamping hujan tersebut membawa rahmah dengan menghidupkan tumbuhan mati,menyuburkan tanaman dan memberi minum kepada ternakan,hujan di Bumi Anbiya’ adalah penanda kepada tamat atau bermulanya setiap musim.And in this case,the beginning of winter! ^^

Kalau nak dibandingkan dengan summer,ana lebih suka winter.Walaupun tak de la tahan sejuk sangat,tapi musim sejuk bagi ana lebih mendamaikan,buah buahan lebih sedap,sayur pun lebih segar.banyak winter coat boleh digayakan

Selepas satu bas terjaga dari tidur disebabkan terlalu excited nak tengok hujan,ana sendiri pun terexcited jugak.

Titisan hujan dari pandangan dalam bas.Teringat suasana hujan di Kelantan ~

Sampai je di Port Said,kami naik feri! Feri?

Ye..inilah satu-satunya feri free di Mesir.Feri tersebut menghubungkan Port Said ke Port Fuad.Melihat-lihat sekeliling,kedua-dua bandar pelabuhan ini nyata lagi bersih,tersusun dan terancang berbanding Zagazig.Mungkin pengaruh dari pendatang atau pedagang asing.Ada juga sifat dan amalan non-muslim yang elok,kita boleh ikut.

Tapi sebenarnya,kebersihan tu sememangnya salah satu dari ajaran Islam.Malah, hadis sahih yang asyik diulang-ulang , ‘Annazofatul minal iman’ tu , budak tadika pun hafal.Susah pula umat Islam nak ikut,terutamanya di Mesir ni.Sebagian dari iman tu..Tapi susah sangat kita nak terapkan dalam diri.Boleh kata,semua dasar dalam islam menuntut kepada kebersihan.Kita nak solat,kena berwudhu,yakni mensucikan bahagian badan .Wudhu’ tu sebenarnya sunat ja.Tapi kalau kita mengambilnya dengan niat untuk solat,dia jadi wajib.Bak kata seorang sahabat, ‘Tade muhafazah yang lagi kotor dan kampung dari Zagazig’ . Ish..iye ke? Segan ana. Tapi itu la realitinya..Kalau nak bercerita betapa kotornya Mesir dan tabiat orang-orang dia,sangat la banyak.Tapi tanak la citer,nanti antum sume tanak mai cini plak,hehe~

By the way,saje je nk tambah satu point.Atas feri tu,ana sempat berkenalan dengan dua orang pelancong wanita dari Korea.Ehem ehem…bukan main riuh lagi adik-adik junior bila tahu ada Korean  tourist kat situ.Apa lagi..masing-masing sibuk nak berbual dengan mereka.Easy Korean words like ‘saranghae’ , ‘anyoung’ , ‘super junior’  were floating in the air.Yang lawaknya, ketika ana tanya ‘irimi boya?” atau ‘siapa nama awak?’ pelancong itu sempat pula tanya balik ‘ismik eh?’ !! Dalam bahasa arab ammiah pulak tu.Tergelak besar kiteorang..

Tiba di masjid Port Fuad,ana dan sahabat-sahabat solat Jumaat bersama-sama penduduk disitu.Khutbah disampaikan dalam bahasa Arab Fushah ,sangat bersemangat dan semangatnya InsyaAllah,moga tumpah pada sidang pendengar. Masjidnya cantik,MasyaAllah..tapi kurang penjagaan.Inilah nasib rumah ibadat umat Islam..

Perkarangan Masjid Port Said,selepas solat jumaat

Indahnya senibina Islam

Ana pernah borak dengan sahabat ikhwah sekuliah,menyatakan betapa ana suka solat Jumaat di Mesir,kerana mereka menyediakan ruang untuk muslimat dan khutbahnya dalam bahasa Arab  penuh semangat.Walau tidak faham keseluruhannya,namun point nya InsyaAllah dapat..Sahabat ikhwah ana turut menyatakan pendapat yang sama tapi respon nya sedikit lawak.Katanya, “Khutbah di sini memang best,walaupun ana tak faham sangat.Kalau kat Mesia,khatib baca ikut teks,suara mendatar,isu kampung.Isu waktu nak raya haji nanti,asyik duk pesan suh jaga kambing lembu jangan berak merata,jangan makan tanaman orang.Tu je le..” Betul ke ikhwah Mesia? ^^

Langit membiru,awan memutih.Matahari memancarkan cahaya terang.Suasana saat ini sangat cantik.Gambar ambil dengan HP pn jd cantik,hehe~Menara Masjid Port Said.

Lebih kurang pukul 2 petang,kami sampai di pasar menjual winter coats.Suasana sangat meriah dang bingit dengan ramainya manusia dan kuatnya lalakan penjual-penjual .Laungan penjual,pembeli dan lagu Arab bersimpang siur,seiring dengan banyaknya kenderaanKami berpecah kepada beberapa kumpulan dengan diketuai oleh ustaz sebagai musrif dan pelajar akhawat senior sebagai musyrifah.Namun,entah macam mana,akhirnya hanya tinggal ana,sahabat serumah dan seorang senior 4th year bergerak bersama.Kami menyelongkar setiap lorong dan kedai dengan semangat dan pandangan mata yang meliar,haha..seronok sedikit sebab tiada adik-adik tahun1 dan ustaz bersama,jadi lebih bebas bergerak.Nak dikata pandai sangat berkomunikasi dengan orang Mesir,tidaklah sangat.

Namun,ana pernah mengalami beberapa episod menyeronokkan dalam urusan jual beli bersama arab.Dalam jaulah kali ini,ana rasa puas hati dengan baju yang dibeli kerana terjumpa yang cantik,murah dan menepati cita rasa.Ketika waktu untuk berkumpul hampir tiba,ana sempat masuk ke sebuah kedai di pinggir lingkungan pasar.

Suasana sudah mulai gelap dan tenang tanpa bising muzik Arab kerana azan Maghrib sudah dilaungkan.Semasa ana melihat-lihat baju-baju di kedai tersebut,ana terpandang winter coat yang ana suka.Apa lagi,ana ambil dan terus cuba.Ana cepat-cepat laung pada sahabat di kedai sebelah yang tengah sibuk menawar harga untuk bantalun yang hendak dibelinya.Ana katakana ana di kedai sebelah,dan cepat datang ke sini,sebab banyak baju cantik-cantik.

“Anti aiz eh?Da kuwayyis”

tegur pekerja di kedai tersebut selepas mungkin pelik ana berani masuk kedai Arab seorang diri dan terus cuba kot disitu.Ana memang begitu,kurang sedikit rasa takut.

Ana malas nak layan,cuba untuk senyum,namun tersedar yang dia tak boleh Nampak senyuman ana.Lalu ana jawab,

“Ana aiza di.bikam di?”

“Da..miah wa tamanin”

180LE ? amboi..tipu lettew..

“La ah..lau miah wa tamanin ana mush aiza”

Tak mau la ana kalau banyak tu harganya.Ana pun buat-buat jual mahal dan letak kot itu balik.Tengok-tengok sekeliling lagi dan cuba yang lain.Pekerja tu komen lagi,semua yang ana cuba dia kata cantik.Cantik la sangat..harga pun cantik.

Kemudian,dua orang sahabat ana dari kedai sebelah pun datang dan turut mencuba beberapa kot yang ada di kedai tersebut.Kebetulan pula sahabat serumah ana pun berminat untuk membeli  dan ana ambil kesempatan itu untuk pujuk lagi pekerja kedai untuk bagi harga yang lagi murah.

“Ya basha! Mumkin takhfid suwayy bisababi ana tolibah”

“Anti dars fein?Azhar?Kuliyyah eh?”

“Ana?La ah,ana dars fi gamaatul zakzik.Kuliyyah saidalah”

“Mashi..mashi..anti aiza kam?”

“Miah bas!”

Dia gelak saja.Ana minta dikurangkan harga sehingga 100LE.Teruk ana nih.Tapi petua jual beli dengan  Arab,minta harga serendah mungkin,sebab mereka mungkin letak harga 100% tinggi dari harga sebenar.Ana tengok muka pekerja tu macam baik,InsyaAllah dapat nih..Lebih-lebih lagi ana dah puji dia dengan panggilan “Basha” atau “Bos” tadi.

“La,musy mumkin.miah wa sab’in”

“Anta basha?ana musy mabsutin.biitishal basha,yalla.”

Dia pun memanggil seorang lagi pekerja lelaki yang kelihatan seperti senior daripadanya.Mungkin bos nya tiada waktu itu.Bila kedua-du mereka masih tidak mahu menurunkan harga seperti kehendak ana,ana pun meletakkan balik kot tersebut ,begitu juga sahabat ana dan memang nekad untuk keluar dari kedai itu.

Tapi selepas itu,kedua-dua pekerja itu memanggil ana balik,

“Ta’al!Anti aiz kam?”

“Miah li nin. Di miah wa di bardu.Antu muslimun,sah?”

“Aiwah,muslim.”

“Wa ana muslimah zai ukhti li antu.mumkin takhfid suwayy .da ghali, ashan ana tolibah,mafisy fulus.Lau mumkin,ana hadfa’ khalis nin dilwakti!”

Mereka ketawa gembira mendengar penjelasan ana.Mungkin juga bila mendengarkan bahasa Arab ana yang tunggang langgang.Petua membuat jual beli dengan Arab,cuba sedaya upaya menggunakan bahasa mereka,jangan gunakan sangat bahasa Inggeris.

Mereka masih lagi teragak-agak.Mungkin kerana kedua-dua winter coat yang ana minta tawar tu pada awalnya berharga 180LE dan ana minta kurangkan sehingga 100LE.Pekerja itu kemudian mengurangkan harga sehingga ke 120LE dan 150LE .Ana sambung,

“Lau musy mumkin,mafisy musykillah.Khalas,mumkin marragayya,InsyaAllah.”

Oleh kerana ana berniqab,jadi ana tidak boleh menggunakan ekspresi muka untuk menunjukkan betapa ana mengharapkan mereka memberikan harga yang murah.Jadi,ana pandang ke mata mereka dan sungguh-sungguh melahirkan perasan mengharap dan meminta belas kasihan melalui mata ana.Ana tak tahu la,menjadi ke tak..

Tapi selepas dua tiga langkah keluar,pekerja itu memanggil ana semula.

“Mashi..anti aiz kam?”

“Akhir kalam,miah bas!”

“Mashi” Dengan riak muka mengalah.

“Wallahi? Miah?” Tak percaya ana..

Ana panggil sahabat ana cepat dan minta duitnya dibayar segera.Takut sungguh kalau-kalau pekerja itu bertukar fikiran.

Selepas membayar harga dua winter coat,pekerja itu sempat berkata,

“Anti mumtazah!Kuwayyis awi..ud’uni ana basha.”

“InsyaAllah..wa anta ud’uni ana mumtazah.Rabbuna yusahhil.Ma’a salamah”

Dengan itu,berakhirlah sesi beli belah di Port Said selepas sesi drama tarik tali,kejap masuk kejap keluar yang panjang.Ana pulang dengan hati gumbira...Semakin senior,semakin banyak pula belian^^.

Port Said - Bandar pelabuhan

Jumpa lagi! salam alaikum,kullu sanah wa antum toyyibin~

CERITA DARI MESIR

Salam ukhuwah..

sangat perasan,tahu dan sedar ana dah lama tak jenguk blog sendiri.Kalau nak diberikan alasan,sangatlah banyak..program,usrah,homework,study yang sangat penin-penin,internet yang macam chipsmore,malas...oppss..

Banyak sekali peristiwa dan ibrah disebaliknya yang suka ana ceritakan pada semua,tapi akibat kekangan masa, niat itu asyik tertangguh sahaja.Waktu ini,periodical exams, quiz dan segala macam dah bermula.Makanya..gejala tidak cukup tidur dan burning the lamp bulb sudah bermula dan akan sampai ke kemuncak pada bulan November untuk midterm dan akhirnya Final Exams practical,written dan oral pada Disember nanti.

Walaupun mood study+malas=tido masih lagi terasa gara-gara kesan cuti panjang Jun-September lalu masih terasa,ana cuba kuatkan semangat dan azam untuk tepis godaan+cabaran mendatang.Maklumlah,musim sejuk sudah menjelma,walaupun diperingkat permulaan,namun penangannya cukup menggoncang nafsu tidur+malas.

Sejukkk...

Subuh lebih kurang 4.15am,ketika hawa dingin di kemuncaknya.Sekarang suhu paling rendah sudah mencecah 14 C , dan boleh turun sehingga 8 C. Walaupun tidaklah sampai turun salji,namun bagi ana yang tidak gemar menggigil,sangat susah nak maintain semangat!

Tapi ana yakin dan kenal dengan diri sendiri yang sangat competitive dan tak suka kalah.Kalau dah nak exam,tak tido malam pun tak pe!

Study itu seronok! Kalau niat kita ikhlas,kepercayaan pada Allah tinggi dan tiada paksaan~ Selain itu, cuba wujudkan faktor 'kenapa saya perlu mumtaz?' barulah ada force untuk berjaya.Chewaahh..macam ceramah motivasi pulak.

Alhamdulillah,untuk Final Exam tahun lepas,ana berjaya mendapat mumtaz=excellent.Dan syukur ke hadrat Allah,berbekalkan keputusan itu,tajaan dari JPA pun datang.Dengan tajaan yang agak lumayan,kaya ler... macam-macam planning dah dirancang dalam fikiran.Nak buat sedikit kenduri dan melancong ke europe? untuk meraikan sahabat-sahabat,ahlil bait,seniors dan semua warga Zagazig yang banyak membantu.Tak tercapai kejayaan ini kalau tanpa bantuan antum! Nantikan ye ! ^^

Azam dihati,untuk exam akan datang ni,nak score setinggi 4flat! 4 villa pun tak pe..amboi fatin..tinggi nya angan-angan.Tapi ana percaya,semua itu tak mustahil dengan kuasa Allah.Dia maha merancang dan percaturanNya adalah yang terbaik.Niat dihati nak kalahkan sahabat-sahabat classmate Mesir.Depa ada yang dua semester berturut-turut 4flat.MasyaAllah...sangat hebat!Kalau target semester ini tercapai,maka ana mencipta rekod sebagai pelajar Malaysia pertama di Kuliyyah Saidalah yang dapat 4flat ! Waa..masuk berita ^^

Esok,ana akan ke Jaulah Port Said.Shopping winter coat,socks,glove,mafela,sume la..macam la banyak duit! Nantikan cerita jaulah pula ye!

Salam alaik.

Bad Guy Vs Good Guy ?

For starters,the title is just a HIT , because for once,saya tatau nak perah otak untuk pilih tajuk.Sape2 rasa di 'cheated' , maalish,hehe ^ ^

It was a few days after the final year result has been announced.Multiple reactions and various expressions can be seen,especially on FB status,a fast fav medium best chosen by the overseas students to express themselves. I’m not going to mention Twitter here,coz i’m not into that yet, ^ ^

Unable to suppress my contentment,I’ve written myself a status-saying how happy i am ,thanking my fellows of their support and help,congratulate others,and a lil advice of how the unlucky one shouldn’t give up easily and that they can try their utmost best the next upcoming year.

Little that I know my sincere status had given wrong idea to people (actually there is only this one person) who with different side of view,saw it as I’m boasting myself and mocking the unfortunate.Naive I may be,since I can’t really digest their actions and how they did come to see it that way.

On that very day,I was gliding my eyes,just lazily checking around one after another FB notification,just to clear my inbox.Its one of my complexity habit,I can’t stand to see unread notices -along with crumpled bedsheet-unclosed book after midnight studies-and many more ^ ^

* don’t you dare saying I have a series of obsessive compulsive disorder;its just normal to feel agitated by those,okay?

It was pretty much boring,until I saw a status of my colleagues, saying how depressed they were and knowing them,its feels just right to but* in and add comment , right? Don’t you think so?

Or do you not? hey..am I the only one?

So then,what I did write was sort of what I thought would be the best inspirational + psychological + perfect depressed consultation ;

“ Don’t you give up!You can do better than this.Its just normal that we have had series of rise and fall in life,right?It includes me,so I noe that exact feeling.There is next year man!”

Yeah…I noe its lame…I wish I didn’t screwed that much! Its still embarrassing to even think about it!

But you see ,what a good friend I am,the comment I gave really doesn’t mean any harm! Why , it’s such a waste if I didn’t do nothing-given that I have this natural born ability to be a free shrink.People would be lucky to hear it! Ha Ha Ha ~

At least ,that’s what I thought .I didn’t realized that people,for certain reason ,will be way out of their mind and can be such a little in heart - literally ( what I mean is,kecik hati – in Malay ^ ^ )

I definitely didn’t expect any reply .So,when there was,I kind of take it too deeply - and that’s why you are reading this entry :P - am I being too kecik hati here? or too carried away?

The reply goes like this

“ I get enuff advice here,I wanna throw up.You can do this,there is next year,Usaha lagi,Ada hikmahnya, yada yada blah blah… I’m sick of those “

It means : back of ! Like I care , da…??

Oucchh ~

I know that it’s not arrowing directly to me ,but if that word was transform into an action of slap ,I would feel the same pain.

Am I being too carried away? Hurm…that’s the problem of girl’s feeling…ha ha ~ and I’m pretty sure I’m not in the PMS zone on that moment.

Then ,what’s next is history…

It was a couple of months back then, but what really intriguing is, I’m still thinking about it. Its still a baffled to me that the reactions is so negative when the only thing I’ve said is positive .I comment because I care,and my words are not empty words just to fill the blank and apparently some people just thought that they didn’t need my care and comforting words – what’s so hard about it? Why can’t I understand?

My theory of why did he post those reply are :
1) It hurts his pride to be comforted by girl he knows
2) That the girls he knows actually the one who got the highest marks
3) That the ones stand in high doesn’t really noe the feeling of those in down under
4) And I didn’t have the right to advice people, who am I actually? A counselor?
5) Am I welcome to comment? It’s his status, after all
6) He actually have been poured with the same words I gave ,like , a zillions times… and I want to add more? Make it a zillion and one.
7) Hurm..i giving ya all the chance to figure up the rest… let me noe,ok?

OOO kai… I’m trying to be understanding here…but for some reason, despite all of those theories, its good if he just say, thank you?? Or even better, not replying anything?

May be I’m feeling a lil bit stuffy because I knew the guy, and he knew me - to be exact, we knew each other for almost 5 years. And we were practically seeing each other every day, that’s why I’m feeling so upset.Yup,that the right word is, UPSET – of how inconsiderate he was – literally telling me to back off in front everyone. My pride may hurt a lil’ bit. But that’s ok,cuz its nothing compare to his expressions the next time we met,like there’s nothing ever happens!

I bet every girl have the same problem on guessing the other genders' mind.Thinking untuk PEN-JAM "Man are from Mars,Women are from Venus" dari IsmaQ4,buleh is?? ^ ^

Oh my….guys!!

I can’t hardly figure them out.I wish there is psychology for elective course next year ~

MANA MAK?

Jam 6.30 petang.

Mak berdiri di depan pintu. Wajah Mak kelihatan resah. Mak tunggu adik bongsu balik dari sekolah agama.

Ayah baru balik dari sawah.

Ayah tanya Mak, “Along mana?’

Mak jawab, “Ada di dapur tolong siapkan makan.”

Ayah tanya Mak lagi,” Angah mana?”

Mak jawab, “Angah mandi, baru balik main bola.”

Ayah tanya Mak, “Ateh mana?”

Mak jawab, “Ateh, Kak Cik tengok tv dengan Alang di dalam?”

Ayah tanya lagi, “Adik dah balik?”

Mak jawab, “Belum. Patutnya dah balik. Basikal adik rosak kot. Kejap lagi kalau tak balik juga jom kita pergi cari Adik.”

Mak jawab soalan ayah penuh yakin. Tiap-tiap hari ayah tanya soalan yang sama. Mak jawab penuh perhatian. Mak ambil berat di mana anak-anak Mak dan bagaimana keadaan anak-anak Mak setiap masa dan setiap ketika.



Dua puluh tahun kemudian



Jam 6.30 petang

Ayah balik ke rumah. Baju ayah basah. Hujan turun sejak tengahari.

Ayah tanya Along, “Mana Mak?”

Along sedang membelek-belek baju barunya. Along jawab, “Tak tahu.”

Ayah tanya Angah, “Mana Mak?”

Angah menonton tv. Angah jawab, “Mana Angah tahu.”

Ayah tanya Ateh, “Mana Mak?”


Ayah menunggu lama jawapan dari Ateh yang asyik membaca majalah.


Ayah tanya Ateh lagi, "Mana Mak?"


Ateh menjawab, “Entah.”


Ateh terus membaca majalah tanpa menoleh kepada Ayah.

Ayah tanya Alang, “Mana Mak?”

Alang tidak jawab. Alang hanya mengoncang bahu tanda tidak tahu.


Ayah tidak mahu tanya Kak Cik dan Adik yang sedang melayan facebook. Ayah tahu yang Ayah tidak akan dapat jawapan yang ayah mahu.


Tidak ada siapa tahu di mana Mak. Tidak ada siapa merasa ingin tahu di mana Mak. Mata dan hati anak-anak Mak tidak pada Mak. Hanya mata dan hati Ayah yang mencari-cari di mana Mak.
Tidak ada anak-anak Mak yang tahu setiap kali ayah bertanya, "Mana Mak?"

Tiba-tiba adik bungsu bersuara, “Mak ni dah senja-senja pun merayap lagi. Tak reti nak balik!!”

Tersentap hati Ayah mendengar kata-kata Adik.


Dulu anak-anak Mak akan berlari mendakap Mak apabila balik dari sekolah. Mereka akan tanya "Mana Mak?" apabila Mak tidak menunggu mereka di depan pintu.


Mereka akan tanya, "Mana Mak." Apabila dapat nomor 1 atau kaki melecet main bola di padang sekolah. Mak resah apabila anak-anak Mak lambat balik. Mak mahu tahu di mana semua anak-anaknya berada setiap waktu dan setiap ketika.


Sekarang anak-anak sudah besar. Sudah lama anak-anak Mak tidak bertanya 'Mana Mak?"


Semakin anak-anak Mak besar, soalan "Mana Mak?" semakin hilang dari bibir anak-anak Mak .
Ayah berdiri di depan pintu menunggu Mak. Ayah resah menunggu Mak kerana sudah senja sebegini Mak masih belum balik. Ayah risau kerana sejak akhir-akhir ini Mak selalu mengadu sakit lutut.


Dari jauh kelihatan sosok Mak berjalan memakai payung yang sudah uzur. Besi-besi payung tercacak keluar dari kainnya. Hujan masih belum berhenti. Mak menjinjit dua bungkusan plastik. Sudah kebiasaan bagi Mak, Mak akan bawa sesuatu untuk anak-anak Mak apabila pulang dari berjalan.


Sampai di halaman rumah Mak berhenti di depan deretan kereta anak-anak Mak. Mak buangkan daun-daun yang mengotori kereta anak-anak Mak. Mak usap bahagian depan kereta Ateh perlahan-lahan. Mak rasakan seperti mengusap kepala Ateh waktu Ateh kecil. Mak senyum. Kedua bibir Mak diketap repat. Senyum tertahan, hanya Ayah yang faham. Sekarang Mak tidak dapat lagi merasa mengusap kepala anak-anak seperti masa anak-anak Mak kecil dulu. Mereka sudah besar. Mak takut anak Mak akan menepis tangan Mak kalau Mak lakukannya.


Lima buah kereta milik anak-anak Mak berdiri megah. Kereta Ateh paling gah. Mak tidak tahu pun apa kehebatan kereta Ateh itu. Mak cuma suka warnanya. Kereta warna merah bata, warna kesukaan Mak. Mak belum merasa naik kereta anak Mak yang ini.

Baju mak basah kena hujan. Ayah tutupkan payung mak. Mak bagi salam. Salam Mak tidak berjawab. Terketar-ketar lutut Mak melangkah anak tangga. Ayah pimpin Mak masuk ke rumah. Lutut Mak sakit lagi.


Mak letakkan bungkusan di atas meja. Sebungkus rebung dan sebungkus kueh koci pemberian Mak Uda untuk anak-anak Mak. Mak Uda tahu anak-anak Mak suka makan kueh koci dan Mak malu untuk meminta untuk bawa balik. Namun raut wajah Mak sudah cukup membuat Mak Uda faham.


Semasa menerima bungkusan kueh koci dari Mak Uda tadi, Mak sempat berkata kepada Mak Uda, "Wah berebutlah budak-budak tu nanti nampak kueh koci kamu ni."


Sekurang-kurangnya itulah bayangan Mak. Mak bayangkan anak-anak Mak sedang gembira menikmati kueh koci sebagimana masa anak-anak Mak kecil dulu. Mereka berebut dan Mak jadi hakim pembuat keputusan muktamat. Sering kali Mak akan beri bahagian Mak supaya anak-anak Mak puas makan. Bayangan itu sering singgah di kepala Mak.


Ayah suruh Mak tukar baju yang basah itu. Mak akur.


Selepas Mak tukar baju, Ayah iring Mak ke dapur. Mak ajak anak-anak Mak makan kueh koci. Tidak seorang pun yang menoleh kepada Mak. Mata dan hati anak-anak Mak sudah bukan pada Mak lagi.


Mak hanya tunduk, akur dengan keadaan.


Ayah tahu Mak sudah tidak boleh mengharapkan anak-anak melompat-lompat gembira dan berlari mendakapnya seperti dulu.


Ayah temankan Mak makan. Mak menyuap nasi perlahan-lahan, masih mengharapkan anak-anak Mak akan makan bersama. Setiap hari Mak berharap begitu. Hanya Ayah yang duduk bersama Mak di meja makan setiap malam.

Ayah tahu Mak penat sebab berjalan jauh. Siang tadi Mak pergi ke rumah Mak Uda di kampung seberang untuk mencari rebung. Mak hendak masak rebung masak lemak cili api dengan ikan masin kesukaan anak-anak Mak.
Ayah tanya Mak kenapa Mak tidak telepon suruh anak-anak jemput. Mak jawab, "Saya dah suruh Uda telepon budak-budak ni tadi. Tapi Uda kata semua tak berangkat."


Mak minta Mak Uda telepon anak-anak yang Mak tidak boleh berjalan balik sebab hujan. Lutut Mak akan sakit kalau sejuk. Ada sedikit harapan di hati Mak agar salah seorang anak Mak akan menjemput Mak dengan kereta. Mak teringin kalau Ateh yang datang menjemput Mak dengan kereta barunya. Tidak ada siapa yang datang jemput Mak.


Mak tahu anak-anak mak tidak sedar telepon berbunyi. Mak ingat kata-kata ayah, “Kita tak usah susahkan anak-anak. Selagi kita mampu kita buat saja sendiri apa-apa pun. Mereka ada kehidupan masing-masing. Tak payah sedih-sedih. Maafkan sajalah anak-anak kita. Tak apalah kalau tak merasa menaiki kereta mereka sekarang. Nanti kalau kita mati kita masih ada peluang merasa anak-anak mengangkat kita kat bahu mereka.”
Mak faham buah hati Mak semua sudah besar. Along dan Angah sudah beristeri. Ateh, Alang, Kak Cik dan Adik masing-masing sudah punya buah hati sendiri yang sudah mengambil tempat Mak di hati anak-anak Mak.

Pada suapan terakhir, setitik air mata Mak jatuh ke pinggan.


Kueh koci masih belum diusik oleh anak-anak Mak.


Beberapa tahun kemudian



Mak Uda tanya Along, Angah, Ateh, Alang, Kak Cik dan Adik, “Mana mak?”.

Hanya Adik yang jawab, “Mak dah tak ada.”

Along, Angah, Ateh, Alang, Kak Cik dan Adik tidak sempat melihat Mak waktu Mak sakit.


Kini Mak sudah berada di sisi Tuhannya bukan di sisi anak-anak Mak lagi.


Dalam isakan tangis, Along, Angah, Ateh, Alang, Kak Cik dan Adik menerpa kubur Mak. Hanya batu nisan yang berdiri terpacak. Batu nisan Mak tidak boleh bersuara. Batu nisan tidak ada tangan macam tangan Mak yang selalu memeluk erat anak-anaknya apabila anak-anak datang menerpa Mak semasa anak-anak Mak kecil dulu.

Mak pergi semasa Along, Angah, Ateh, Alang, Kak Cik dan Adik berada jauh di bandar. Kata Along, Angah, Ateh, Alang, Kak Cik dan Adik mereka tidak dengar handphone berbunyi semasa ayah telepon untuk beritahu mak sakit tenat.


Mak faham, mata dan telinga anak-anak Mak adalah untuk orang lain bukan untuk Mak.
Hati anak-anak Mak bukan milik Mak lagi. Hanya hati Mak yang tidak pernah diberikan kepada sesiapa, hanya untuk anak-anak Mak..
Mak tidak sempat merasa diangkat di atas bahu anak-anak Mak. Hanya bahu ayah yang sempat mengangkat jenazah Mak dalam hujan renyai.

Ayah sedih sebab tiada lagi suara Mak yang akan menjawab soalan Ayah,
"Mana Along?" , "Mana Angah?", "Mana Ateh?", "Mana Alang?", "Mana Kak Cik?" atau "Mana Adik?". Hanya Mak saja yang rajin menjawab soalan ayah itu dan jawapan Mak memang tidak pernah silap. Mak sentiasa yakin dengan jawapannya sebab mak ambil tahu di mana anak-anaknya berada pada setiap waktu dan setiap ketika. Anak-anak Mak sentiasa di hati Mak tetapi hati anak-anak Mak ada orang lain yang mengisinya.

Ayah sedih. Di tepi kubur Mak, Ayah bermonolog sendiri, "Mulai hari ini tidak perlu bertanya lagi kepada Along, Angah, Ateh, Alang, Kak Cik dan Adik , " Mana mak ?" "


Kereta merah Ateh bergerak perlahan membawa Ayah pulang. Along, Angah, Alang dan Adik mengikut dari belakang. Hati ayah hancur teringat hajat Mak untuk naik kereta merah Ateh tidak kesampaian. Ayah terbayang kata-kata Mak malam itu, "Cantiknya kereta Ateh, kan Bang? Besok-besok Ateh bawalah kita jalan-jalan kat Kuala Lumpur tu. Saya akan buat kueh koci buat bekal."


"Ayah, ayah....bangun." Suara Ateh memanggil ayah. Ayah pengsan sewaktu turun dari kereta Ateh..


Terketar-ketar ayah bersuara, "Mana Mak?"


Ayah tidak mampu berhenti menanya soalan itu. Sudah 10 tahun Mak pergi namun soalan " Mana Mak? " masih sering keluar dari mulut Ayah sehingga ke akhir usia.

Sebuah cerita pendek buat tatapan anak-anak yang kadang-kadang lupa persaan ibu. Kata orang hidup seorang ibu waktu muda dilambung resah, apabila tua dilambung rasa .

Kata Rasulullah saw. ibu 3 kali lebih utama dari ayah. Bayangkanlah berapa kali ibu lebih utama dari isteri, pekerjaan dan anak-anak sebenarnya . Solat sunat pun Allah suruh berhenti apabila ibu memanggil. Berapa kerapkah kita membiarkan deringan telepon panggilan dari ibu tanpa berjawab?


sahabat - sahabat,kita tak kan muda selamanya..masa kita tua tentu akan sampai juga.INGATLAH 5 SEBELUM 5. Hargailah kedua ibu dan bapa . Cedih..nak mama....~

THE NEXT NIQAB STORY

Some people,on the preparatory period of wearing a niqab,they may have wear it ’when they feel like it’,not in the regular basis,on and off,just so to have the strength and experience before hand,before actually really embracing the idea.

It was shortly after I finished being a committee member in a seminar program for the Zagazig-Malaysian community that I decided to become a niqabi. There was no meaningful event that triggered my decision and there was no reasoning, it was just sudden.

I woke up one day and before going out,I covered my face with a niqab of my ex-housemate. Why I became a niqabi? I did not have the answer to that question for months. When people asked me, I had no complete reasons to give them. I just keep them hanging and wondering by themselves.(Actually,they shouldn’t have keep on wondering and thinking about me,right?like I’d do something completely out of my mind! pfffttss~ )

My best friend, who I have witnessed adorn herself in a niqab all my teenage life, did not inspire me. My ex-housemate, who recites Quranic verses day and night, and started wearing the niqab on the same day she arrive in Eqypt,did not inspire me. And it wasn’t because of my beautiful niqabi classmate from Jeddah,Aya Ahmed.

In fact,I reply their question with a question.like,”why,I can’t wear it?its not suits me?” or “why I’m wearing it?why do you think it is?” or even “it’s a good thing I’m wearing it,right?you are not happy for me?”
And when people ask, ”is there any reason for you to wear this?”

or

“Is something happening to you?”

and the most funniest question is “Are you getting married or something?”
I was giving them a synical smile (and of course they didn’t see it,cause it was hidden under the niqab! ^ ^ ) and I replied,

“What,I have to have some BIG reason just to do something that pleased Allah SWT? Why I can’t just do it?“

And

“There’s nothing happen!Why,there should be something hurtful or eventful to happen so that I have the determination to wear niqab?"

And

“I’m not getting married!There should be marriage or men included in my decision to wear niqab?My own self is enough to be the reason and making the decision for myself.”

People approach me as being very religious; my honest and shocking answer to them is “niqab has not made me any more religious than I was before.”

For now.

On a second thought, maybe a little.

Because before wearing the niqab,I have done all the wajib and had trained myself to do all the sunat like qiamullail,sunat fasting and so on. For that reason, I have experienced little changes on the graft of ibadah,but I get something instead.That,I’ll explain later on upcoming entry.People are anxious to meet me and analyze,what sort of person I will become after wearing the niqab.Its funny,though..

Niqab is not a magic attire that can enhace a person’s iman in a blink of an eye.It doesn’t have any power to completely change one’s personality to be nearly a saint! I am still the same me,with maybe a lil more quality than before.People shouldn’t keep comparing the before-after effect to the person who wear niqab.Are they still the same or not?And if there is no differences,people will be talking behind their back,saying something like,‘that person,wearing a niqab,but her akhlak is the same as before..etc and etc…”

What a foolish comments..

That is probably the reason why certain people are afraid to wear niqab right away.They are worrying about other people eyes and opinion,and disregarding Allah SWT opinion towards them.

I’m not saying that niqab is just a piece of cloth,it indeed have ‘energy’ that bring ‘something’ to people who wear it.But not because of the niqab itself.The changes one get from wearing niqab is coming from God the Almighty,not from the niqab itself.

So if it is not the religious aspect either, then why did I really become a niqabi? I became niqabi because it gave me a new identity. With niqab I am able to represent myself completely. Niqab is my personal choice, if legal restrictions are passed against my self-expression, then it’s a direct violation of my expressional rights and of others’ religious and traditional rights which are guaranteed by different declarations of human rights.

InsyaAllah, I would like to close entry with some advice for sisters who may be in the same position as I was, wanting to wear niqab but afraid. You really have to just do it. If you wait for a time that you are not afraid, you will still be waiting when Allah SWT takes your soul. Courage isn't being fearless. It's doing what you know is right even though you are terrified inside.

Put your trust completely in Allah SWT. Ask Him to help you and give you strength, and have faith that He will. Offer istikharah, as many times as you need to. And make du'a. Make du'a constantly if you need to. Ask Allah SWT for every moment of courage that you need, then give thanks to Him when He gives it to you. When you trust in Him, He will help you. He will give you the strength and the courage you need. When you put your faith in Him, you can do anything. Gather your courage together and JUST DO IT.

I finally did, and it was worth it. I feel now like such a great burden has been lifted from me. I didn't realize how much it was weighing on me that I was letting my fears keep me from doing what I want to do. Now I feel at such peace.

For me, niqab was truly a jihad an-nafs. I think it was harder than just about anything I have done in a long time.It was a struggle between iman and nafs. It was hard because you think it is.But once you push all the thought away and just wear it,you will feel how ease it is and may regret and laugh at yourself for not started the idea earlier on.But it is worth it, all praise is to Allah, it is worth it.


P.S. When you have your niqab on, nobody can see how scared you are!

HUMAN RIGHTS :THROUGH MY WINDOW

Human rights are universal, indivisible and interdependent. Human rights are what make us human. When we speak of the right to live, to develop, to dissent and diverse, we are speaking of tolerance. Tolerance will ensure all freedoms. Without it, we can be certain of none.

Of all the rights that have been known to the world today,the rights to freely embraced one’s chosen religion is what i’m interested in.People who call themselves human,agreeable or not,will have the tendencies to stand on one religion.Life is all about searching and hold onto faith.And along the way of that ‘searching’,one should have the freedom to choose.

Freedom of religion is a principle that supports the freedom of an individual or community, in public or private, to manifest religion or belief in teaching, practice, worship, and observance.

Moreover, freedom of religion is considered by many people and nations to be a fundamental human right. It is enshrined in Article 18 of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights. Thomas Jefferson said (1807) "among the inestimable of our blessings, also, is that of liberty to worship our Creator in the way we think most agreeable to His will;”

In a country with a state religion, freedom of religion is generally considered to mean that the government permits religious practices of other sects besides the state religion, and does not persecute believers in other faiths.

On term of idealogy and theory,many scholars and intelligence agreed that all people should have ‘this’ and ‘that’ right for religion.But in reality,people are being pressured when they claimed their rights.In some cases,people are even afraid to express their religion,because there are certain event when belonging to some religion makes them didn’t fit into the surrounding.

People tend to be prejudice,judgemental and synical,based on one’s religion.This cold-silent war seems unstoppable because of the intolerance of one race against another. To what the world claim to be basic rights,this clearly shows no respect for individual or community rights.

I am speaking of hate crimes which plague our society. They are no different from today than centuries ago when slavery was allowed. One race against another. One religion against another, it is all the same. Hate is the opposite of tolerance. We can only live together through an expression of tolerance of the differences each of us brings into this world. We should embrace the differences and share the differences. For this is how we learn, through each others' differences. Tolerance in all cultures is the basis of peace and progress.

Many countries was founded on the basic idea that all man and women are created equally, with liberty and justice for all. We must respect and preserve the rights of all, for when the rights of one is threatened the rights of all are diminished.

I have a friend in German,and I would like to leave you with his story to ponder.He said,”In Germany they came for the Communists, and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a Communist. Then they came for the Jews, and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a Jew. Then they came for the Catholics, and I didn't speak up because I was a Muslim. Then they came for me and by that time no one was left to speak up.”

We should remember,tolerance and mercy have always and in all cultures been ideals of government rule and human behavior. Today, we call these ideals human rights. Human rights are to be respected and preserved if we are progress as a society and as a people.

Honestly,being a muslim myself,I feel more concerned of the rights of Islam as a religion,and of my brother and sisters of islam in a non-islamic country.So,this article will be discussing more on the rights of muslims to manifest Islam as their religion .


Scholars have admitted that Islam is the most misunderstood religion of all world religions. Misrepresentations and misperceptions about it are causing many to hurriedly develop an unjustified Islamophobia. This syndrome is actually a “fear of the unknown” as these people do not really understand what Islam is all about.

Recently,we heard many news and cases been reported all over the world regarding the hate and prejudice of people towards Islam.For most of muslims in Arab countries,maybe this happenings never occured to them,because Islam is the majority and muslims have the most unlimited freedom in doing their islamic obligations.But in certain country like France,Belgium,Russia,United States and Australia,which Islam is minority,muslims are being pressured a lot.

They are being burdened because of what they believed,despite that they are the original citizens of that country.They didn’t even a migrants or a tourist,thats their own country,their great-great-great grandfather are the one who open the country and help establishing it,and yet after they convert,they are immediately being treated like an alien and as if they didnt belong there.

A minute ago,they still have their rights as the citizen,after they say their syahadah,it seems like their rights vanished through the thin air,just like that.What happened to the declaration of rights that have been told to be the rights of all people dispite of their religion?Why are some country acting too bious towards Islam?

I kind of have this sort of theory,obviously through my reading and observation,the hates towards Islam have been increase promptly after the September 11 incident.It have swap the tenderness and tolerance of the world for Islam in abundance.Even after some group of people and certain organization had claimed that that incident is just an act,a play,a conspiracy,a stategically-plan-hate controversion to extinguish Islam in the eyes of the world-there is no proof that directly pointed those are Islam’s doing,people have been blinded by that accusations.

Truthfully,in this world of globalisation,where media and internet is the key of communications,people aren’t being able to think by themselves and see the truth anymore.They let the media to think and answer for them,and many of us,just believed what media told us.We have been brain washed by an evil conspiracy,yet we dont know it.What a pity and shame life to live on.

Nevertheless,on the other side of this whole unfortunate incident,there are lots of goodness coming.As people said,for every cloud,there is a silver lining –after the September 11,the books and material concerning Islam have been sold out tremendously.That indicates lots of people wanted to getting to know Islam better and maybe some people are really opening their minds to actually think,and not totally absord what all the media are saying.

It have been reported that the statistics for people to convert into Islam have been increase drastically through this years,especially in America.This is what really puzzled me.If Islam and islamic countries have been bombarded with thousands of ridiculous accusations,why are the number of people converting Islam are still increasing?As if,if you are pressing the big balloon,the baloon didn’t poop,but it just withstand the pressure and bounce back.This is what God said in the Holly Quran,”for each and every difficulties,there is a way.”

As we are discussing about Islam,of course we can’t put aside the importance of obligating Islamic Law.The problem nowadays is not on being a muslim itself,but the hardship one’s obtain when wanted to do the obligations.

For example,if one are an employee of a non-muslim based company,he surely have some difficulties in carry out his amendments.There are cases when the employer are pastering the rule that solat and covering the aurah are not permitted,because of lots of childish reasons,for example,if doing so,people will get scared and will arouse the extreme of expressing religion.

I would also like to enlighten the situation of our sisters in Islam in several countries in europe,including Spain and Belgium,when recently,their parliament have discussed and planned to ban the wearing of niqab or face veil and burqa in public.Meanwhile,France have put their foot a step forward than any Europian country,when they have already forced the banning of the face veil,last month.

In Britain, a group of women who wear a niqab,were launching a campaign called ‘Veil Justice’, to defend their rights to wear it.Wearing a niqab have been quiet a phenomenon in Britain,where we can see there are a lot of them,in streets,rather than any other europian country-although there have been reported that there are cases of abuses and attacked from feminist and certain organization that protesting the face veil.

However,many of them(muslimah) believed that there are two major opinions of Muslims Scholar regarding the obligatory of wearing the niqab,and many of them are choosing to wear the niqab by their own accord,without any pressuring or order from anyone,let olone their father of husband.

I have heard and read many articles regarding this and was very astonish to know that people that wearing the face veil in non-islam country are in their 20’s,really independent,university-based education and got a prefessional job.It is different in certain Arab country where niqab is almost like a tradition,an order from family or ruler,and wearing it didn’t give any shocking experience for the people around.I got the feeling that women who in non-islam country,who have the strenght to wear the niqab,are very brave indeed.They have their own strong interpretation of faith towards God,committed to defend their rights to wear it and they live by it proudly.

They are brought and raise in those country,there are proudly seeing and saying that they are British and are a part of the society.That’s why they are demanding their rights.People nowadays are loudly expressing themselves,their sexual orientation,believes,fashion,religions and whatever their differences they could have,from whatever classes of society they belongs to.So what about niqabiah?Why there are such protest and act of hindered towards it as wearing a face veil never hurt people,they just doing it for themselves.Is there any casualties for people who seeing or intereact with niqabiah ever reported?I doubt so.

If people are admitly to be more open minded today,claiming that this is the new world,when sexual orientation and the act of porn and vulgarities are accepted to the level where the marriage of men-men and women-women are permitted,laying and walking stark naked are allowed,and porn and sex magazines,which is more harmful and reflect a true shame of a community are being seen as a common,why wearing a niqab,hijab,or burqa,the disciple of covering the fitnah and shame are being attacked instead of those mentioned above?

Why should they been questioned or force to reason themselves ,as people who wore bikinis or not even much clothes on are perfectly accepted?They can go freely anywhere they want and do not have to explained themselves.In their case,they should have the same rights as other faiths and other citizens.Are converting to Islam and expressing their believes decreasing and minimizing their citizenship and rights as a native born?If it is,what’s the use of the United Nations Universal Declaration Of Human Rights on 1948?

This,I can say,is a clear injustification and discrimination towards Islam.



p/s-----> this is 6 pages assignment on Human Rights course, i should send it before tomorrow.It provide me some carry mark for my finals.Yeah,i know its long-boring-tend-to-drool kind of article..but then,why don't you all have a go with it?and give me responses,k.

(can't believe i'm actually doing faculty of law's homework!)