Very recently, I was told by Miss nur_za, an assistant editor of an E-Magazine:Prasasti, that my article was used in their magazine for the July Edition under Featured Blogger column.

I was actually quite surprise since this is the first time in my entire life, an article written is printed in a magazine. (it is not actually printed since it is an E magazine, but you should get it). So do excuse me being very happy about it.

The E Magazine is actually very new, but for those who would want to have a look,

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The article is at page 42. Even though the layout make the article very hard to read, I don’t care… I’m there hehe

p.s. Maybe I should start thinking of writing professionally to magazines hihi what do you guys think?

So there’s no other choice? and you still need to continue the fight, learn from this masters

Real Kungfu in real life.

It’s Funday! These are some pictures I received via forwarded emails. Enjoy your weekend 🙂

So do you guys know any Zulkifli Zainon (Bob)? Last time I heard he used to work in a restaurant near to The Mines. It sucks when friends were separated, isn’t it?

Correct me if I’m wrong, but if I’m not mistaken that there is one hadith which generally means as follow :

“If two muslims get into a fight with each other and they end up didn’t speak to each other, they will have to break the silence on the third day or face the wrath of Allah”

Now I’m not going to analyze the hidden meaning of the hadith because that will require special knowledge like “Sanat” etc. I’m only interested in highlighting the beauty of Islam clearly embedded in it.

Can we all agree that for us to get into a fight or argument, it must be because of something we truly believe in? Obviously once we believe in something, we will defend it to the end. Islam apparently had anticipated this and lay down the ground rule that by the third day, both must say hi to each other irregardless of the different opinion. Both then will put aside their difference and reconcile solely for the greater purpose which is “Keredhaan Allah”.

Now isn’t that just beautiful?

What fascinates me most is not the fact those two be friends again. But the way Islam teaches us that greater purpose MUST always be “Keredhaan Allah”. We will always have different opinion on things. And if we are going to fight any person who oppose our stand, it will be “World of Warcraft” all day long. Very tiring.

So what if the other person didn’t know about the hadith, YOU DO and you’ve done your part. Congratulation!! That is not an easy thing to do and you’ve done it.

Hm.. listen, listen, the world is more peaceful now, don’t you think?One day of peace after two days of war is not so bad right? right? 🙂

Referring to yesterday’s post, I was telling you a piece of my childhood memory. Today, I’m going to tell you the whole story. I’m not sure what year was it, but I was definitely either 14 or 15 years old. It was Ramadhan and my brothers, a friend and myself went to the mosque to pray Solat Terawih. Maybe it’s more proper if I introduce them to you. Both my brothers are pocket and filantera. That’s was of course their blogger name. The friend is Zulkifli Zainon or better known as Bob.

THE HISTORY

One night, when we were returning home from the mosque, Bob’s sister – Netty and her friends were walking far in front of us but still within visible distance. So that night, when the girls reached a cemetery area, suddenly, a few boys jump on them from the nearby trees. The girls were so frightened and scream. Since we are quite far at the back, we can only shouted at the boys and they just ran away. We cannot chase them of course, with our stomache full of the “more” feast we just had hehe. (“More” pronunce as More+Ray). We thought that was it, but apparently we thought wrong, the boys were planning to seek revenge on us the next day.

THE NEXT DAY

as always, we returned home, all four of us. The girls was now closer to our group. Suddenly we realized we had been followed by the boys from yesterday. There were about 7 to 8 of them. From the back, we can hear they tried to start a fight by saying nasty words (which I’m not going into details here).

I can still remember, our mood that night had changed and it seemed that even our walking style from the lazily sliding, changed to the warrior like walking from Hang Tuah movies hahah. We kept quiet the whole time. In our mind, we know for certain that the fight will surely take place. We were really outnumbered so it will be worse if we fight in the dark. We need some light.

THE CEMETERY

The only light available is in front of the cemetary. We reached there and instead of confronting them, we somewhat wait for them just beneath the light. My youngest brother, filantera was only in primary school then so we sent him off with the girls to the girls’ house. Hoping very hard that my beloved filantera would know what to do, maybe asked some adults to come and sort our fight. So off he went.

The nasty words uttered were still thrown at us continuously. But the funny thing is they didn’t take any move to start the fight themselves, We can hear the sound of iron clinging to each other what we then assume are weapons such as screw driver and chain. Imagine us waiting there, heads down just waiting for the fight to start or the help arrived from Filantera’s quest.

THE TURNING POINT

suddenly, my second brother – pocket, fall down and start screaming like mad. And I mean really screaming.. as if he was possessed. It is the cemetary. Both of us, Bob and I was shocked and had to hold him as strong as we can because my brother had seriously gone crazy, screaming and trying to go to the boys.

And the boys who had been following us from the start… was either shocked with my brother’s screaming or just plain shocked, they ran away to all direction… believe me, even running into us. ahhahaha.
After about 30 seconds of hysteria, my brother calms down and guess what, he said that it is all just an act to scare the boys away. We were laughing so hard that night. seriously amazed with his idea.

THE ONE WHO’S “HARAPKAN PAGAR, PAGAR BUKAK PINTU PAGAR”

We then went to Bob’s house, and guess what, my youngest brother – filantera, was actually drinking hot milo served by the girls. He totally forgot his mission. hahaha…..

THE END