Double D

Danial.. Damira.. they were born 21 minutes apart.. twins - not the same.. but fully bonded in their own ways.

Damira.. the younger twin is so much of a persistent character.
Danial.. what ever.. "I follow" attitude.

Anyway.. here we were on the night of 30 October 2009.. at my alma mater.. also Feizal's alma mater.. which is now Damira's school.

Sekolah Menengah Teknik, Kuala Lumpur today.
Technical Institute, Cheras before.

I was in the Mechanical Engineering class in 1977 - 1978.
Feizal.. boy no. 2 was in Electrical Engineering in 2002 - 2003.
Damira is still here.. following my steps.. Mechanical Engineering.. 2008 - 2009.




Err we were attending Majlis Bacaan Yassin and Solat Hajat for those fifth former who will be sitting for SPM this coming 16 November 2009.

Damira and her best friend Syiren.

View from upstairs.

Parents - teachers - students "bersalam-salaman & berpeluk-pelukan" session.

Nadiah, me, Damira after maghrib prayer.

Kunci?

sabar itu kunci

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Allah membuat gedung bagi para kecintaanNya.

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Loteng-lotengnya susah dan gundah

sedangkan

mudharatnya adalah tiangnya.

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Allah masukkan mereka ke dalamnya dan mengunci pintunya.

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Dia katakan kepada mereka:

sabar itu kunci pintunya

Besar vs Kecil

Kapal-kapal besar yang belayar nun di samudera lautan adalah mudah sahaja bagi kapal-kapal itu melewati gelombang-gelombang besar di samping badai dan taufan.

Namun begitu.. bagi kapal-kapal kecil mentelah lagi perahu nan rapuh.. jangan cuba-cuba menghadapi gelombang-gelombang besar di samping badai dan taufan.

Fikirkanlah sebelum berani mencuba samudera lautan itu - apakah mungkin selamat atau tidak?

Jika dikatakan atau difikirkan begitu selamat.. maka ketahuilah juga.. bahawa.. seluruh penumpang di atas kapal kecil itu pasti tidak sunyi mereka daripada ketakutan, mabuk, malah pening hingga menyebabkan tidak sedarkan diri.

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Demikianlah juga.. keimanan umat Islam yang bukan golongan Nabi atau para sahabat Nabi.. tidak mustahil akan terjadi hal-hal yang demikian sehingga menimbulkan tidak sedar pada diri pada semua yang ada.. kerana beratnya nilai tauhid yang begitu mendalam dan tinggi kepada Allah s.w.t.

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Janganlah makanan helang dimakan oleh burung pipit.

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Makanan si helang tidak akan dapat ditelan oleh burung pipit yang kecil-kecil itu.

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(err.. isy.. den anak burung pipit yo)

kenal?

That day.. I was talking to that friend of mine again. Time and again I just need to speak with this friend of mine.

Blah blah blah.. blah blah.. the conversation went on.. and on.. and on.. and for the consequence time.. this friend.. mentioned to me all over again:

"Awal Ugama Mengenal Tuhan"

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Pada suatu peristiwa, Saiyidina Abu Bakar As-Siddiq r.a. ditanya orang mengenai bagaimana mengenal Allah.

Si Penanya bertanya:
"Dengan apakah anda mengenal Tuhan anda?"

Beliau menjawab:
"Aku mengenal Tuhanku dengan Tuhanku, dan jikalau bukan kerana Tuhanku, nescaya aku tidak akan mengenal Tuhanku."

Si Penanya bertanya lagi kepada Saiyidina Abu Bakar As-Siddiq r.a.:
"Dan adakah mungkin bagi manusia dapat mengenal Tuhan?"

Beliau menjawab:
"Lemah pada menangkap tangkapan adalah mengetahui sesuatu."

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Dialog antara Saiyidina Abu Bakar As-Siddiq r.a. dengan Si Penanya merupakan dalil kepada kita bahawa Allah s.w.t. itu baru betul apabila pancaindera kita dan semua alat tangkapan diri kita sudah tidak sanggup lagi meningkat pada memperdapat hakikat Dzat Allah dan segala sifat-sifatNya.

Sampai kita pada titik kelemahan mengenal Allah dalam perasaan yang bertingkat-tingkat tentu tidak mungkin jika Allah s.w.t. tidak memberikan kurniaNya kepada kita dengan ilmu-ilmu hakikat yang merupakan rahsia-rahsia halus yang hanya dibukakan oleh Tuhan sebahagian rahsia-rahsia itu kepada hamba-hambaNya yang dikehendaki olehNya sahaja.

Inilah yang diertikan oleh Saiyidina Abu Bakar As-Siddiq r.a.:
"Aku mengenal Tuhanku dengan Tuhanku, dan jikalau bukan kerana Tuhanku, nescaya aku tidak akan mengenal Tuhanku."

mana mana mana

kita ini SIAPA?

dari MANA kita?

sedang di MANA kita?

ke MANA kita selanjutnya?

After More than 30 Years

Last Sunday.. met some of my ex-schoolmates when we were in Form 4 and 5.. 1977-1978. There were Ned Malloy (Mansor), Duke of Nazareth (Nazri), Rahim (no nickname), Surjit (also without a nickname) and our juniors - Laily and Burn. Others left as I arrived with some of the BRC guys.


Oh.. we met at a wedding at Bandar Puncak Alam.. the wedding of Dan's (Hamdan) daughter.


Duke.. he looks the same.. the shy boyish look. I could not help noticing his flawless skin. Ned.. his afro is gone and quite a sick person.. his health is bugging him. We made a promise to keep in touch and talk about his sickness.


Come 6 November.. I will be meeting Syeikh (another ex-schoolmate) again.. after the reunion. He will be helping us out with the logistic to Pulau Mabul and another island. What started as a small office trip has became urgent and important.. it seems. The Director himself (confirmed) and Tan Sri KSU are coming along - so I heard this morning. People from UNESCO are also joining.




Is it.. all because the Brigadier General Dato' Syeikh Mohsein is able to facilitate and accomodate us? Hmmmmm.. Anyway.. we sure are getting "royal" treatment.. of course.

junior, Ani, me, Gigan, junior

bizzare

he he he.. more of aukei's..

This is the postcard I sent biwi from Beirut.
(she dumped it in my dumpster)

I'm leaving for Haret Hreik tomorrow to meet Hizbullah. I wish I could report that setting this up necessitated weeks of negotiation in middle eastern bazaars, being hustle blindfold to meetings with bearded swashbucklers hunkered amid piles of rifles in sandbag basement. But actually I just e-mailed them via their website athttp:// www.hizbollah.org, and said I'd like to come and visit, Hizb replied promptly, saying they'd be happy to have me.

bloody

here is also aukei's weird posting..


Count Drakool a.k.a Vlad The Impaler: Prince of Wallachia, Romania.

His father was a Turkish puppet.

Vlad and his younger brother; Radu the Handsome were sent to Turkish prison to ensure their father's loyalty to the Sultan. Vlad was supposed to be future Turkish puppet, but revolt against the sultan instead.

Across Romania, Vlad was hailed as a hero... their savior from the 'barbaric' Turks.

Vlad's favorite breakfast setting was: amidst the howling and cries of his impaled enemies.

DULL vs DUMB?

this is another of aukei's posting at DCCK.. which i liked very much.. the posting.. not aukei.

said aukei:

Thanks DS for confirming my suspicion all along.

I am not exactly sure how or what am I going to use this knowledge for. I am perfectly aware that increase knowledge can never destroy us. Using that knowledge for stupid reasons can. In spite of what human know we can still really dumb.

Years ago my friends and I went to a bar in way Northern Connecticut (hint, hint MA).

It was “trivia night”, we divide up into teams and the bartender read off a bunch of questions from trivia book yang di tulis oleh “Mr. Bing” dan kami tulis jawaban kami di atas sekeping kertas selepas “team meeting” and they would announced our answers publicly when asked and show the MC our paper.

What this ended up being was not a night of heated Trivia Competition but rather a night where the whole bar listened to me giving correct answers on everything.

They would always asked me “how do you know this stuff” and I’d tell them honestly “I read it somewhere” the point is that I choose to read and they did not ( I have no idea why the Trivia Game was popular there).

I was driving, memandangkan I was the only one who’s sober, (sebab tu boleh jawap semua soklan kot?) so on my way out I realized that I had locked my keys in the car.

Pretty stupid.

Got so angry with myself and yanked on the door a few times while yelling and drawing attention to myself.

The door suddenly opened and dummmn, it hit me square in the balls and I crumpled infront of everyone whimpering.

So, there I was….. the smartest guy ever in Trivia Night at the Evergreen Tavern (another hint MA) rolling around due to self administered nut shot.

My life of reading did not stop me from being a total idiot in real life.

So there my conclusion…. of this knowledge seeking thing:
restricting or indulging knowledge does not matter, it is the application.

Don’t know why I disclosed my idiotic past. Must be the sleep deprivation Ibrahim put me through.

D U L L

how dull can a day be?

how dull can one be?

V E R Y D U L L !