Wednesday, February 28, 2007
First thing first, the biggest ever thing that had burden me these past few months has gone away approximately one and a half hour ago, and I'm very very glad. PRODIGY! Yeah, that's it. Prodigy IS our club's magazine. Not that it's just a magazine but it's the club's annual magazine, so it contains reports of all the activities we did throughout the year and I dare say that PRODIGY, is the first of it kind ever published in Crimea State Medical University. So, as the pioneer of the editorial team board, we have to make it look so outstanding and great. Actually, I just wanna say that I'm very glad it's all over and done, because this Prodigy thingy had took the best of my times and that it had ruined my studies and made my life a little bit upside down and also I'm very tired and finally, Alhamdulillah the end of this, means everything's going to get back to normal, InsyaAllah. Be strong, be strong now. I hope so. Lets get organize!!!!
Prodigy : The Cover
A little about ElemEntsofLifE^. Basically, to continue living we will need the most important elements, say oxygen, dihydrogen monoxide, nutrients etc. (you name it). But life is not all about breathing and eating and growing old and die, it's about who you are and why you're here on this decaying mother earth. Thus, in order to know who we are and why are we here, we ACTUALLY need to know more, to love and to be near to The Almighty Allah or in other words 'taqarrub ilallah', the One who create and sustain all kind of life. Besides that we also need to love our Prophet Muhammad SAW and to follow his sunnah, these two elements have already constitute the basic of Iman. Finally without the holy Quran, which help guide our Iman, we ain't at least make our life a good Muslim outside and inside. All these three make up one beautiful religion by the name of Islam. The same goes to this blog, InsyaAllah the heart of it is of those three most important elements we really need in our life. The rest, you think! Wallahua'lam.
Last thing to say, sadly I can't go online anymore or update this blog more often like before because there's no more internet line going thru my notebook (what's this sentence? Never mind). I have to terminate it starting next month (March), which will be just tomorrow due to several reasons including studies, health, times, financial etc. I know I'm going to miss blogging and surfing the net and the fact that the world is no longer at my fingertip, is really upsetting =( . Until now, blogging has given me the satisfaction of owning my own world, where I can escape to, whenever I feel the world outside is crazy and unjust. I know that not all of my colleagues read this blog of mine, so i felt kinda free blogging here, new friends and all, its just another world, another story of my life. So now, whenever i feel like blogging, I'll just go to the cyber cafe, and spend a little time with the net but of course that won't be every hours or everyday. To all bloggers, just, keep up blogging! =)
For me, I have now a life to look after and a future to behold carefully. So long and take care everybody!
I leave you with this 3 minutes video of Mishary Rashed Al-Efasy reciting the Quran from Surah At-Tahrim, ayah 8 till the end of the surah. Start crying ...
La takhaf wa la tahzan,
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Life Is Short, yeah!
8.20 am, 30th November 2007
Months ago, in Pathology Anatomy class, a teacher of mine, before starting the lesson, asked us the date of the day. We answered almost in unison and suddenly she kind of like screaming. We looked up at her from the works that we were doing and asked her what had happened. Slowly she said, “It’s already the 3oth of November and tomorrow is going to be the 1st of December.” We replied, “yeah?” “Do you know what that means?” she asked us back. One of us answered, “It means that the mid semester state exam is just around the corner, Mam.” “No” she said and that answer raised our eyebrows higher. Looking at her, we asked, “Then, what’s that supposed to mean, Mam?”
This is what she said …
“It means that just another month and a new year will come, time pass so quickly that you don’t even realize it’s already tomorrow. And I’m becoming old day by day, but I don’t know what I’ve done in this life, what I’ve achieved, did I ever get what I want, I never knew. But time will go on and on like a 100 years and one day I’m going to die and just, puff! like that, become nothing but dust. And here I am still like this.”
We just kept silent, unaware to interrupt. We like her because she always shared her life story with us so we dare not to ask why she said like that. We didn’t know what she mean about ‘here I am still like this’, because all we can see in her is that she’s a real brilliant teacher, really!
We just continued with our works and she continued staring at the window probably thinking what could happen next year in her life while looking at the leaves that fall one by one blew down by the soft autumn wind that pass.
Inside, I pitied her. I know what she meant. And I felt guilty wrapped over me. Thousands and thousands more non-Muslim out there waiting for us to reach them, but we never did our responsibility as a Muslim, that is spreading da’wah. Although, it’s Allah who made us into Muslim and non-Muslim but truly, it’s our duty, the so-called Muslim to broaden this deen towards them. Ah, but sadly even WE, don’t have the strength to correct ourselves or Muslim friends around us. We’re NOT even united to protect our deen, Al-Islam! So, pitiful!
I was in the ‘marshutkar’ (mini-van) with my friend on our way back to hostel from the supermarket. I bought some things including some small metal rack for my room decoration, so you could imagine the size of my plastic bag (Oh, if I’m not to become a doctor, I might’ve become an interior designer then). There are already several Ukrainian passengers inside the van. Fortunately, we got some seat for ourselves which is a relieved because if we have to stand, we have to bend our neck for half an hour as the roof of the mini-van was so low, we could crack our body in two. (Kidding!)
Silence enveloped us while we look outside the mini-van window to make sure where we should stop (different mini-van stop at different places unless we tell them to do so). Out of a sudden, there came a sound which is actually a mobile ring tone of Sami Yusuf song, titled ‘Who is the Loved One’ which goes like,
‘Who is the loved one, Allah! Who is Ar-Rahman, Allah! Who is Al-Mannan……’
I was stunned, I remembered that I had silent my hand phone and that I ALWAYS silent it whenever I go out (I hate it when my phone ring in the crowds so I prefer to silent it when I go anywhere in public). This can’t be mine. Everybody in the van was now looking at us because for one thing, the tone was so loud and clear, and that we're the only Muslim who rode this van. My friend who sat next to me looked at me as if asking me to answer the call or just stop it. I looked back at her with wide eye as if to say “It’s not mine”. Besides, I DON’T have that song inside my phone. Whose could it be?
Our question was answered by a hoarse voice answering the phone. “Alloo!” And we looked back. It was the voice of a middle-aged man, sitting alone diagonally back from us. We have no clue that he is a Muslim. He neither looks like an Arab nor a Tartarian which constitutes the majorities of Muslim in Ukraine . My friend and I look at each other, confused by what had just happened. Then, we continued staring out the window, acted like nothing had happened. A few minutes later, the man got out somewhere in the middle of the road and lost from our view.
“I thought it's only you and Sakeenah who listen to that kind of song”, my friend broke the silence. And I just went like “yeah”.
So many Muslim around us, but we don’t even realize, Subhanallah. I never heard any Ukrainian listen to Sami Yusuf’s songs or to that type of song and I never knew either that his song could reach such country as Ukraine because this is not England or least to say Turkey. What with only minorities of Ukrainian that can speak English, uh, that man must be from somewhere else then. And as far back as I know, not even any Tartarian know who Sami Yusuf is, Ha Ha, big deal! Just some guess. And by that thought, we jumped of the van and walked back to our hostel thinking what to eat for that night.
Show Me The Right Way
I was late. I knew I was late because I was walking so fast my feet don’t even touch the ground. Class will start any minutes now and I'm still walking in small pace but fast, hoping I could just fly like the birds in the sky. Suddenly, I was stopped by a couple of middle-aged women who came out of nowhere from thin air and gave me a crumple of small note with some writings on it. It was an address, but I couldn’t make out what or where it is because it was in Russian and I’m not familiar with places here. You see, even after three years, I still couldn’t make out the name of the small road I’m walking now, too bad, ha! Not that I don’t know, but I just don’t notice much if it was just a small road even if I use it everyday to go to class. I mean I know some big streets here in Ukraine or famous places and everything but, uh, who care what’s the name of road you’re walking everyday if you know where the road go? Okay, okay, back to the two women who gave me the note before. Later, I raised my eyebrows as If to say, what? They looked at me and said something that sound like ‘stomatological’. It means dentist or dentistry. Ah, glad that I finally understand what they want; I smiled and showed them the way with the help of some body language I made with my hand since I forgot my Russian suddenly at that exact time. I showed them the way to the Dentistry Building which situated near the Sport hall. They looked at each other and finally said thank you to me. So I continued walking towards the Microbiology Department where the class situated. And when I reached the class, the teacher was not yet in and so, I settled down, happy that I made it to the class before the teacher came and happy that I’ve done one good deed, I’ve helped showing direction to people today. Alhamdulillah.
Several days later, on my way back to hostel from 7th State Hospital, I saw this advertisement board before the round about. It was an advertisement about a newly open dentist clinic called ‘Medissa’ which situated IN our University area just several walks from our University main gate. Somehow I got to read the address written underneath the picture and surprisingly, it was the same address the two women gave me the other day. I knew it was the same one because I remembered some figure in it. Undoubtedly, it WAS that address! And at that time I realized, I’ve given them the wrong direction. They wanted to go to the dentist clinic NOT the dentist department. Ah, poor them! Funny yeah, but one thing for sure, I got one beautiful lesson from what had happened.
You see, this is like one tamsilan (example) where the women are the people who’re asking for the right direction, but instead showing them the right path, I had faultily led them to the wrong way. I’m supposed to show them the right one, but because I don’t know how to read the address and understand them, I put them into the wrong way. See the big picture here? If we as Muslim aren’t good in understanding and practicing our deen Islam, how can we help others to understand and follow us?
I leave you with this question.Do the thinking your own! ;)
"Show us the straight path, the path of those whom Thou has favored; Not (the path) of those who earn Thine anger nor of those who astray" (1:6-7)
p/s : Sorry for the overlength, just want to share some of my everyday experiences.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
What make me proud is that this animated movie was produced by Malaysian. The Multimedia Development Corporation (MDEC) has been given the mandate by the Malaysian Government for the coordination, promotion and development of the information communication technology industry, the creative industry and selected services throughout Malaysia.
Way to go, Malaysia!
From what I understand, there are already Saladin - The Animated Series coming out. I'm not sure if its already on tv or not. And now Saladin - The Animated Movie (I'm not sure about this too, but the trailer seems like it is an animated movie). We'll see...
Here are two trailers, one is the real trailer and the other is a video clip made by faizulafzan83 with Alarm Me - Adakah Kau Lupa as the background song.
Watch and learn!
An action adventure series, Saladin has everything the target audience of ten to twelve year olds want; from heroes, villains, vendettas, drama, comedy, exotic locales, climactic swordfights, daring rescues, battling armies and a dash of romance. Saladin is the ultimate hero - courageous in the face of danger, never willing to admit defeat and funny when he needs to be. In a world of danger, there's only one man you'll want in your corner -Saladin.
SALADIN - THE ANIMATED MOVIE
Video by MSC Malaysia, Silver Ant Sdn Bhd
Original Audio by Imaginex Sdn Bhd
Music by toolateband
SALADIN - ADAKAH KAU LUPA by Alarm Me
Owh, if by any chance you forgot WHO IS SALADIN or SALAHUDDIN YUSUF AL_AYUBI, just click here or here. =)
p/s : Guess, am quite late on this but better late than never, aite! =p
Friday, February 16, 2007
Muslim IS Muslim and Islam is ONE RELIGION, no matter if we're from difference races and ethnicity, or if we come from the far rural village on the high cold mountain or from high-tech urban city, we still worship the Only Allah A'zza wajalla, and we follow the teaching of Prophet Muhammad SAW and when we pray, we all together face towards the Ka'ba, so why all the division? If ever history taught us something, then we should know better to be united than divided.
By Ahmad Maher, IOL Staff
"We want action as previous rapprochement conferences and meetings failed to address the roots of disunity," said Qaradawi.
"Qur'an forbids Muslim infighting and God has ordered us to cement our unity and Muslims scholars have a major responsibility in this respect," said Rafsanjani.
Friday, February 09, 2007
...and today is my 21st birthday. I am now officially 21 years old. Alhamdulillah. A child? I must be dreaming! A teenager? Hello... wake up! And yet here I am waking up in the morning unaware that two decades had passed since I was born. Two decades may sounds a lil’ bit old but yeah, that’s the fact!
My friend kept saying, “Hey, you’re now 21, you know that?”
Huh, BIG DEAL!
Simply saying, for me this day is going to be just like the other days that have passed and will come. I will go to classes as usual, will have to get ready for lessons, going for lectures, all the same routine, and within seconds, its already tomorrow. Time passes so quickly that sometimes, you don’t even have the chance to say ‘salaam’ to anybody around you. (Yes, this is true) Subhanallah…
“Pictured myself for a moment in the arms of my father
Flashback to the bended shoulders
On which I'd sit
Grabbing his finger
Taking my first step
Would I become like him?
After a certain age bottle up
Stop showing love
But cold handshakes throughout the years
Replaced by hugs”
I vividly remember the time when I still need to hold my parents hand before crossing the streets, the time when I cried so badly that I want my dad to buy me the Rollerblade, the time when I played ‘dolls’, ‘doctor-patient’, ‘teacher-pupils’ and ‘dinner-tea’ with my childhood friends, the time when my beloved mum and dad sent me on my first day to school, the time when I was scolded for teasing my brothers and sisters and the time when I got sent to my room for getting bad marks in class. (Oh, I can be quite schmaltzy sometimes and I can go on for length! Typical me!)But now…
Now, I don’t need to hold nobody’s hand to cross the streets (Oh, you have just to look on your left, then on your right, then on your left again or either way, it’s the same, as simple as that, you see!), I even forgot how I used to rely on my parents in everything I did, how I used to pour all my problems, share my secrets, and cry my tears on their shoulder (I’m a soft-hearted person, really!). If I ever need anything or if I want something so badly, I would just buy them with the money I have, I don’t have to ask them to buy things for me. I didn’t get scolded anymore nor being sent to my room for getting bad marks. I do everything on my own now except that I still seek their advice which I find the most soothing and comforting for me. Yeah, things do change and I really miss the old days though I know that time would never come back. Never!They said when you’re 21 years old, you have crossed the borderline where you have to decide seriously what you’re going to do or what you’re going to be as your age increases. It’s the age where you have to seriously think and plan for your future lifeline. (Hurm…) But some said that when you reach that 21, you now have the key for freedom. (FREEDOM?!! You mean as in freedom to think or in freedom to do anything by your own will?) And 21 years old in my country, means you get the privilege for voting the ruling government during the Election Day which occurs once in four years. To wind it up, being a 21 years old denote that you’re supposed to be a mature, responsible, independent person. (Ah, there are a lot of people getting marriage by this time of age). No worries!
Whatever 21 years old mean for others, as for me, I have nothing to complain in my life. I have a family who love me and care for me forever; my beloved mom and dad and my dearest sister and brothers, whom I am ready to die for, plus I have the best of friends around me, the friends I can’t bear to lose from my life forever, and now, here I am studying medicine and struggling to become a good, reliable gynecologist one day, InsyaAllah. In short, I have yet a life to be grateful and thankful for, Alhamdulillah. All praise be to Him. Yes, considering all these facts, I have thus a lot of reasons to thanks the Almighty for all the ni’mah He gave me. But sometimes I simply forgot all these blessings He ever grant me just because of a tiny miserable problem that cross my path, Astaghfirullah, I am such a crap sometimes, I am!“……For a moment I pictured my self 6 feet deep
In the cemetery, my corps in the same white sheets
Allah holds the master plan and it's already written
The pens are withdrawn, the pages are dry... it's written!”
(Yes I know, I know that He can take them all back whenever He wants in just one blink. Who knows? And to even think He can strap my life anytime He wishes or when I’m laughing heartily forgetting that He’s the one who create me. No, please! I’m not ready to face Him yet, honestly. Oh, I’m really forgetting the real purpose of my life on this decaying mother earth, badly enough I even forgot that I’m His servant sometimes! Oh, do please forgive me, I beg You).
“I created the jinn and humankind only that they might worship Me.”
“Looking back on my life
Life that's gladly been given to me
Open my eyes and embrace the smile
Given to you & I”
O’ ALLAH, please forgive me and my friends for all the sins, for all the wrong doings we’ve made. Please, O’ ALLAH let us stay in Your Deen Al-Islam, let us walk in Your path, let us be Your humble servant until the day You take us back. Ameen.
“If I worship U in fear of hell, burn me in it
And if I worship U in hope of paradise, exclude me from it
But if I worship U for Your own being
Don't withhold from me Your everlasting beauty”
I am thus now officially 21 years old. And if there’s ever be one wish, I would wish for the Ummah to be strong and united again and for His Deen, Islam to rise again, InsyaAllah!
Owh, and special thanks to my beloved parents and teachers who’ve moulded me to what I am today!
Instead of counting candles,
Or tallying the years,
Contemplate your blessings,
As your birthday nears.
Consider special people
Who love you, and who care,
And others who’ve enriched your life
Just by being there.
Think about the memories
Passing years can never mar,
Experiences great and small
That have made you who you are.
Another year is a happy gift,
So cut your cake, and say,
"Instead of counting birthdays,
I count blessings every day!"
By Joanna Fuchs
P/S : The truth is, I’m going to lose my friend who will get married this summer hols. Allah knows how I would miss her being my friend, my roommate, my cooking mate and my classmate since we’re 13 years old. I’m supposed to be excited when she told me this news but inside I’m very sad because I would never have someone to share my problems and secrets anymore. I just never thought that she would get married this fast. I just never can absorb the idea that she is going to be somebody’s wife. So, each and every free time we have, I tried to spend as much time as I can with her because after this, of course she would be living with her husband. See, how times go on so fast and things changed??!!
Monday, February 05, 2007
Here's a video about our sisters in Netherlands. This video focuses on the lives of some Dutch Muslim women and their families. Their life as Muslims in Europe. MashaAllah, they really love and practice their deen as much as they can. They try their best to make their families be comfortable and understand why they took the decisions that they did to become Muslim and to worship Allah alone. Taken from Turn To Islam.
It is not an easy life as a new convert yes, but all in all they managed to go on with their new life. Its amazing how some of their parents tried to suit themselves with the 'new' children of them. Ironically, a lot of Muslims which were born as Muslims nowadays revert to other religions. Weird, ha??
Nice video to watch, may their heart stay in Islam forever and ever, insyaALlah.
Me : I love this quote "You have the 'bad hair day' but we have the 'bad hijaab day'"
Sunday, February 04, 2007
1. The new semester's timetable surely is a killer. Imagine in one day we have to go to three different hospitals which situated far from each other for different classes. This is like 'Amazing Race' you see, to arrive at the exact hospital at the exact time was really demanding. Alhamdulillah, till this day, i can cope with it, hope i still have the gut in the future. Moreover, there's a day where we had all the exam subjects in one whole day that is Internal Disease, Pathoanatomy and Pharmacology, sometimes we just confused, which one we have to focus on? Surely, we'll missed one or two subjects in order to focus on one because the marks are taken in each class according to our performance, but that's it, whatever, we have to face it, ain't we. Yeah, sometimes i thought, it's not easy to become a good doctor, but it's a lot more tougher to become a good servant to Him, this is yet a task for us. So, be patient! Don't grumble ...
2 . We had an Islamic Winter Conference last week. Well, simply saying, it's the first ever held in our university by the newly form Islamic Student Movement (Usrah Team). I'd say, nice try! I was one of the facilitators and we did a lot of things. There's group activity (Ta'aruf and fardhu Ain practical in oversea), there are also some slots on Halal and Haram Food, a talk on Fardhu Ain Practical in oversea and the best ever was the forum on 'Love Management'. The forum was flamed with questions from the students and the panels were students too, but well, i can say they did their very best. It's about how to handle love at teenage age and how to not involve in coupling before marriage. Of course the main aim is to educate us that what's most important is the love towards the Only One, The Almighty Allah.
At the end of the Conference which was held in two days, we have this slot where they showed a video on Sakaratulmaut. Nau'zubillah, i was very terrified at the end of the show and i never realized that i was still holding on my friend arm after the show finished. This video showed how a person died and send to the grave and be left alone. Then there's voice of the Munkar and Nakir asking questions - Ma Rabbuka??? It was really terrifying, that I had tachycardia (very fast heart beat). But then, this person who have done bad things during his/her lives, can't answered the question and it's like this person was being punished because the body was shaking and trembling terribly. Allahuakbar, i can't bear the voice screaming for help that nobody would ever hear. To me, yes, it was very scary and remind me of every sins i can't remember i did, yes I'm not a perfect person and i know every sins did will be count no matter how small it is. Rasulullah SAW said : "An intelligent person is one who constantly thinking about and preparing for death."I'll try to get the video uploaded here and shared with everybody. InsyaAllah, i hope it will educate us all that we'll be facing His judgment one day.
After that, they showed another video about how the Russian Archaeologists who were testing the ground movement but instead heard strange screaming voice inside which they thought might be the screaming of the grave dwellers receiving their punishments, wallahua'lam. Some of the Archaeologists, convert to Islam and some of them quit their job at that moment. I guess this story was very famous that i think you might know or recall it. Well then, we had the prize giving ceremony to the groups who won and we had an Iftar Jama'e since that day was the 9th of Muharram and tomorrow would be A'syura. So, that's how it went and we hoped that we'll be having this Winter Islamic Conference again with a lot more informative and interesting activity, InsyaAllah.
One of the video showed during the conference break.
3. Yesterday we had a Welcoming Ceremony for the Newborn Muhammad Adi Haikal at the mosque. What is so special about him is that he was the first child born in our Malays community here in Ukraine. His parents were still studying in their fourth course this year. We had the Marhaban, 'berzanji' and cutting the infant's hair ritual. The dishes were delicious too though! =) May the baby Muhammad Adi Haikal grow up healthy and happy with Iman and islam, insyaAllah....
All the best to his parents!
Muhammad Adi Haikal and his mum.
(Sorry the picture isn't clear, bcuz everybody's surrounding him and tried to take his photo.)
4. We've started our halaqah after about three weeks stop because of exams and holiday. Well, one more activity added up to my list this semester, back to the busy old days...
5. Our Nuqaba' leader gave us home tasks in which we have to to read one educational book especially about Islam and to jot down anything we experience everyday that gives us good lesson and to share it with everybody in the Nuqaba' meeting every Friday and InsyaAllah if I'm not lazy enough, I'll post it up here in my blog in 'A Cup Of Tea'. Gosh, it seems like I'm back to the diary keeping days.....
Thursday, February 01, 2007
I'll try though, now here i go ....
1. I've been longing to be tag by other bloggers so much, and now i got one, i was dumbfounded. Huh??!! Thanx Z3tr!!!
2. I. am. a. very. shy. person. Yes, and that is a fact. Besides the fact that i speak out of whatever there are in my mind, loud and clear either in this blog of mine or when i go online, i am but a very introvert person outside (with strangers and people i don't usually talk to and sometimes even with people i know). I prefer to be an observer rather than talking. It's not that I'm kinda proud or snobbish or what, it's just that i don't know how to start making any conversation. Yep, that's me!!
3. I have several Turkish friends who taught me Turkish online. Wanna have a try? ismin ne? nasilsin? sen ne okuyorsun? =) (Unfortunately, i can't type Turkish letters here).
4. I have an affection towards BALLS. Yes, just any ball. I would bump, throw, bounce , etc it. I admit that I don't have any special skills with balls in any games, be it football, tennis, table tennis (ping pong?), volleyball, netball, basketball, you name it, but if i do get one in my hand, watch out!! (err, except hockey ball, you know how heavy it is...) And i very much love jungle tracking, hiking, camping, flying foxing and and some others of the extreme adventure outdoor activities, even the bungee jumping if i have the chance though. (No, this is just one of my desire, but no, I won't try it :-p because I'm not that brave, I just like challenges, not that I'll except every one that comes, but I'll try if it doesn't exceed the limit of my capability. =)
5. Finally, I love making puddings and deserts. Not that i know a lot, but i love to learn and make them and of course to eat them!
In order to disperse this tag, I proudly pass it to Cevris, Sarah and Athirah.