forever and always

-Forever and always-

That time is here again
Prepare to be apart
And it drives you crazy!

Each time I go away
The distance gets longer
But it makes us stronger!

Should it all come crashing down around me!
Would you be there should I stumble or fall?!
…Pick up the pieces…

Forget about the s**% that we’ve been through!
I wanna stay here forever and always!

Standing here in front of all of you!
I want to stay here forever and always!

These days are dead again
It’s empty from the start
And it drives me crazy!

The hours drift away
It hurts to remember
This will soon be over!

-Bullet for my valentine

el-shiekhats

i’ve said it. it’s times/days/nights with you girls are what i treasure most. have i told you that what pulled me through those challenging days back in IIU were YOU? a snide remarks from a lecturer early in the morning will be forgotten by the hustle and bustle of lunchtime, a stressful whole day’s meetings dissolved by early dinner, late night sharings, movie nights, laughters and tears. thank YOU for this friendship.

so el-sheikh welcomed 7 + 1(in our hearts/thoughts) of us, warm cosy ambience, carpetted seats and lush pillows with very not arabic songs and ESPN (??). but those are meaningless without the laughters, tears, heartbreaks and strength shared among us.

KORANG, KORANG BEST TAU NGGAK?

in my silence, i’m grateful to be there and show you: here’s me, i’m one more person who could give you strength and support, a lending ear, a crying shoulder with the rest of us. more days with all of you. it’s been so long since i’ve felt important among friends. because honestly, it doesn’t feel the same with old schoolmates anymore. i can’t seem to speak the same language with them some of the times. though i still treasure their friendships.

ten years ago, i never imagined i could make some ‘outside’ friends, due to my quiet nature, but ten years down the road…i can truly say, my heart-ed friends, are from non-alma mater (read:non-ma*arif*ians).

just Thank You.

dedicated to the 7 of you girls: and you girls have to bear in mind, this kind of song is never my type of fave music genre, but for the sake of you all, i just feel like dedicating this to you.

we are SOOO MISS(ES) Independent 😉

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a wedding bond

4 full days at KL was such a memorable family affair that even my younger siblings are already missing the days and the people we left behind. honestly truly. we missed the laughters and endless conversations. we missed the two apples of everybody’s eyes – little Haris and Ikmal, we missed the togetherness and yes, we missed the food!! :))

we’re there to celebrate a cousin’s- Kak Mala’s wedding, my mother’s first brother, our pak ngah’s second daughter. ok to explain the family tree is quite a mouthful. but quite simply, my Mak Long and Pak Ngah and their family are Malaysians living @ KL.

we arrived KL thursday evening and bunked in Pak Ngah’s apartment, and just enough time for us to join in the malam berinai and apa lagi kita2 pun join la. and especially the *ehem* pengapit *ehem*. all preparations for the wedding set and ready, like the hantarans are ready, pelamin and so on so forth.

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and already that night, the chatters started, mak long and my mother always, always have something, stories to talk about, kita yang mendengar pun penat~ haha.

the nikah/ solemnization took place friday noon, at Muadz bin Jabal Mosque and i got the honour of being the ‘ring bearer’ (feeling frodo LOTR pulak)~~

and the bride herself, kak Mala is so so so gorgeous! you know how people will say “pengantin muka lain” well yeah something like that.

P1060254~ the bride with her bridesmaids ~

well, i’ll skip the details la ek, because honestly there are hundreds of pictures. and the pics on the nikah alone are alot, taken from many angles~ i wish i had a nikon coolpix at that moment!!

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Rosmila & Wan Haziezul, the latest addition to the family! Abg Zizul proved to be a friendly knowledgeable person and the perfect match for kak Mala. and yeah, mereka adalah pengantin paling sempoi!! siap lawak2 atas pelamin, abg zizul sempat tunggu furniture kat rumah baru lagik that sanding morning!

and saturday would be the sanding event. now this is the exciting part~ the sanding was held at a communal hall within the neighbourhood. though it looks near from the apartment, but walking would be quite a distance. while everyone else already at the hall, i stayed to wait for the bride, and amongst some kelam kabut and *kipas pengantin tertinggal at the hall, and no one else around, so the pengapit dr*ove to the hall to get the *kipas, accompanied by cousin halim, why, of course, the pengapit don’t know the way to the hall, also thinking oh Lord, oh Lord, please save me! but at that point of time, the knowledge and being able to dri*ve comes in really really handy.

and when everyone’s ready, the bride and groom ready to go, the pengapit had to again, dr/ove herself to the hall + cousin halim, his wife and little daughter. all the kanchiong ness dissolve and the automatic calmness came by itself when the bride and groom made their grand entrance to the hall, accompanied by the bridesmaid and the bestman.

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as much as i hate pink and the fact that the very last time i wore this dress was during raya with the girls two years ago, this very dress had fulfilled it’s actual destiny that day, hehe. and for that, i loved this dress.

alhamdulillah, the whole event went well, although there were some glitches here and there but what we missed the most – the family in Singapore who couldn’t be there with us. Cik Jamal & Family, Cik Mail & family, Cik Amat and family and Cik Saad and family. Because we believed had all of us, the complete family were there, it would be more grand. and then it would really be a family affair. and i could just imagined the glow of pride in Mak Long and Pak Ngah.

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All the same, i really looked up to kak Mala for her preparations for this wedding, they already have a house, kereta tak payah cakaplah, both have their own cars, and the wedding was well prepared to the bits and pieces. and the hantarans were beautiful.

to Kak Mala and Abg Zizul, SELAMAT PENGANTIN BARU!!

i’ll leave you with some pictures~

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P1060166 Haris and Ikmal

even my brothers are smitten by them. this is what we say “like uncles like nephews”

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and it’s Ikmal and Haris we miss the most!!!

live writer

i’m writing this blog via Windows Live Writer. and it looks neat! this is just my first try so not sure how user-friendly it is, but really ah, macam cantik ah :))

my laptop’s better now and well…..tak payah cakap lah ye.

will be away 30th Oct – 2nd Nov for a cousin’s wedding @ KL.

but am still awake now, don’t think i will be sleeping tonight. few stuffs need to accomplish plus alter my esprit jeans!

sesungguhnya beta takde benda nak cakap, just want to try out this Live Writer that’s all 😉

http://media.imeem.com/v/5ODR2ONJNt/aus=false/pv=2

Evanescence – Anywhere – Evanescence – Anywhere

quote unquote

good morning. apparently my blog has been scoured by writers and directors and quoted aka copypasted. even if i’m talking about a theatre or a song or a book or a competition like a certain anugerah band, i’m thinking it’s my own views writing in a blog which i did not think will get to the first ten links to come up when you do google. i wrote something yesternight and today i got to find out it’s been quoted. my Lord, i’m only trying to be neutral. and that’s the thing, i trash something out, i got all these anonymous tags, i commented in my silly amateurish way, i got quoted blindly. it was ok initially but now i don’t like it.

but, that’s web 2.0. i know. well, it’s been said and done. all i’m thinking, this meagre theatric performance, has open up my own critical thinking system, and that’s a part of me which are rarely woken. and when this happens, it means, there is something close to my heart which is ‘mutilated in translation’ and quite simply, turned out wrong.

even though i said it was a STEP forward, they shouldn’t think it’s perfect. because eventually, a first step will set a benchmark and if there is something way much better than the first, the benchmark will definitely change. there is no need to be complacent in praises.

people often misunderstand sufism and mysticism. Captain Makh*doum personally, said it right to my face, “the path to sufism is not easy, you need to go through and understand the syariah carefully” the very system of syariah is simply said, difficult. there is no short cut i say.

i hope further plays which want to adapt sufistic elements, should be done with the utmost care and detail, up to the actors chosen and costumes, the lines of course, and take into account the people you are going to attract. for a circle of us, sufi is inseparable from being islamic. you don’t take it for granted. it’s not about laila and majnun, it’s not just about ana alhaqq, because once you misunderstand it, means that, you misunderstood it, that’s it. don’t take it for granted.

scary.

sidang burung

si*dang bu*rung was a theatric (i don’t think you can find this term in the dict) performance, an attempt to adapt for Fariduddin Attar’s Conference of the Birds. in malay, directed by sa-ni hus-sin and playwright by is-a kam-ari.

everytime i went to the library, i will come across a version of Attar’s translated Conference of the birds but i have never took the effort to even read it and now i wish i had! because only then would i know where the flaws would be. not that i’m coming to a theatre to rant out comments. but then i would be more critical and not blindly accepting the whole performance….

…because even a person like me, amateur to the arts line, could sense that the actors and actresses of the play might not even understand what they are reciting~ but i’m sure they have done their research. and kesidang burungan, being an originally a sufistic literature, is spiritualistic and mystic, i believe it’s a poem of love to the Lord.
and Attar, being a sufi, must have gone through many stages to obtain even an idea, a slight image of Him. and i’m afraid the actors and actresses don’t really get that. they’re just, well, acting. there’s only one actor whom i think understand the spiritualistic process of Attar’s.

kesidang burungan quite briefly:
a hoopoe bird aka hudhud desires to search for the king of kings known as Simurgh all the way from across the lands, seas and mountains. and he urged other kinds of birds, like the merak, the parrot, merbuk, even a duck and rooster, bat and a rajawali, and many others, i suppose to follow him on this quest. but all these birds had their own reasons but it turned out they all followed him through highs and lows.

now they have reached the gates of a Qaf mountain, believed to be the abode of Simurgh. out of millions who have followed them all the way, many have failed and left only thirty of the birds who have strived on. the gatekeeper of the abode welcomed them. the birds asked to see Simurgh. however, the answer given by the gatekeeper was simurgh refers to themselves. for simurgh means 30 in persian. and they are only searching for themselves.

well you know what? i’m going to look for Attar’s Conference of the Birds and read!

anyway, i hate the costumes worn by the actors/resses. i don’t think the expressions given by them suits the lines. and i almost thought a Hindu song was played! but it turned out to be a Persian song named Simurgh. (that’s only because i ASKED THE DIRECTOR, read: sa-ni hus-sin)

however, i think kesidang burungan is a huge step in the Malay arts. a performance which wanted to bring meaning. i’m sure the play didn’t start out to be portrayed as Islamic. and people might get confused. but i guess it will somehow open up people’s minds, especially the mainstream people, the play is not too difficult to understand if you do away with the details and the original work of Attar. the physical movement, the little humours, the brief songs and musics, it will be stamped to the mainstream’s minds, and tell them: Look! there is this sufistic islamic artwork known as the Conference of the birds, full of meaning and wise teachings, which you can apply to your life, read it and realise it. your love is for God.

well, i can say, i enjoyed ke-sidang burung-an and it has opened up my mind and create a critical channel in my thinking system. we definitely should have more of this genre in the arts scene.

ke-sidang burung-an

si*dang bu*rung was a theatric (i don’t think you can find this term in the dict) performance, an attempt to adapt for Fariduddin Attar’s Conference of the Birds. in malay, directed by sa-ni hus-sin and playwright by is-a kam-ari.

everytime i went to the library, i will come across a version of Attar’s translated Conference of the birds but i have never took the effort to even read it and now i wish i had! because only then would i know where the flaws would be. not that i’m coming to a theatre to rant out comments. but then i would be more critical and not blindly accepting the whole performance….

…because even a person like me, amateur to the arts line, could sense that the actors and actresses of the play might not even understand what they are reciting~ but i’m sure they have done their research. and kesidang burungan, being an originally a sufistic literature, is spiritualistic and mystic, i believe it’s a poem of love to the Lord.
and Attar, being a sufi, must have gone through many stages to obtain even an idea, a slight image of Him. and i’m afraid the actors and actresses don’t really get that. they’re just, well, acting. there’s only one actor whom i think understand the spiritualistic process of Attar’s.

kesidang burungan quite briefly:
a hoopoe bird aka hudhud desires to search for the king of kings known as Simurgh all the way from across the lands, seas and mountains. and he urged other kinds of birds, like the merak, the parrot, merbuk, even a duck and rooster, bat and a rajawali, and many others, i suppose to follow him on this quest. but all these birds had their own reasons but it turned out they all followed him through highs and lows.

now they have reached the gates of a Qaf mountain, believed to be the abode of Simurgh. out of millions who have followed them all the way, many have failed and left only thirty of the birds who have strived on. the gatekeeper of the abode welcomed them. the birds asked to see Simurgh. however, the answer given by the gatekeeper was simurgh refers to themselves. for simurgh means 30 in persian. and they are only searching for themselves.

well you know what? i’m going to look for Attar’s Conference of the Birds and read!

anyway, i hate the costumes worn by the actors/resses. i don’t think the expressions given by them suits the lines. and i almost thought a Hindu song was played! but it turned out to be a Persian song named Simurgh. (that’s only because i ASKED THE DIRECTOR, read: sa-ni hus-sin)

however, i think kesidang burungan is a huge good step in the Malay arts. a performance which wanted to bring meaning. i’m sure the play didn’t start out to be portrayed as Islamic. and people might get confused. but i guess it will somehow open up people’s minds, especially the mainstream people, the play is not too difficult to understand if you do away with the details and the original work of Attar. the physical movement, the little humours, the brief songs and musics, it will be stamped to the mainstream’s minds, and tell them: Look! there is this sufistic islamic artwork known as the Conference of the birds, full of meaning and wise teachings, which you can apply to your life, read it and realise it. your love is for God.

well, i can say, i enjoyed ke-sidang burung-an and it has opened up my mind and create a critical channel in my thinking system. we definitely should have more of this genre in the arts scene.

Salam

Note: an article written by self which came out in aL.I.V.E. E-News http://alive.sg/alive-news.html

Narrated ‘Abdullah bin Masud: We used to say the greeting, name and greet each other in the prayer. Allah’s Apostle heard it and said:–

“Say, ‘At-tahiyyatu lil-lahi was-salawatu wat-taiyibatu . Assalamu ‘Alaika aiyuha-n-Nabiyu wa-rahmatu-l-lahi wa-barakatuhu. _ Assalamu alaina wa-‘ala ‘ibadi-l-lahi as-salihin.. Ashhadu an la ilaha illa-l-lah wa ashhadu anna Muhammadan ‘abdu hu wa Rasuluh.

(All the compliments are for Allah and all the prayers and all the good things (are for Allah). Peace be on you, O Prophet, and Allah’s mercy and blessings (are on you). And peace be on us and on the good (pious) worshipers of Allah. I testify that none has the right to be worshipped but Allah and that Muhammad is His slave and Apostle.) So, when you have said this, then you have surely sent the greetings to every good (pious) worship per of Allah, whether he be in the Heaven or on the Earth”. (Sahih Bukhari, Book #22, Hadith #294)

The beautiful unique greeting Muslims have, regardless of their race or language, saying the salam is an instant identity, the first greeting which, with immediate effect, will connect Muslims around the globe. Don’t you agree? It is also an expression of love, and care towards our fellow Muslims, praying for peace for one another. However, is saying salam becoming a ‘forced’ habit, something we say out of obligation? Do we greet one another with a real sense of love towards our fellow Muslims?

Good habits start from home they say, thus, the habit of giving salam can be internalized right from home sweet home.

In Kids aL.I.V.E., one of the first good habits introduced to them is the habit of giving salam. Apart from it as a social greeting, what is more interesting is, the children are taught to say their salam as a form of expression for love!

How many times have we given salam among the members of the family? Other than giving the salam while entering the house, are there occurrences in the house when parents and children give their salam?

Hmm… “Good morning, dear!” “Good night Mom, Good night Dad!” “Hello bro, what are you doing?”
Sound familiar? These are greetings we seem to have adopted in our daily life. Let’s substitute them by them the salam.

“Assalamualaikum, dear!”
“Good night Mom, Dad, Assalamualaikum!”
“Assalamualaikum little brother, what are you doing?”

Saying peace to one another, as an expression of love tightens the family bond. A small gesture can change the world.

Parents and children, let’s once in awhile, give salam to one another, better still, make it a family habit! Believe me, home will be a very sweet home, full of love and care….and prayers for peace everyday!
Masya Allah!