tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356278318029356802024-03-13T14:17:01.307-07:00Ponderings of a searching mindanisfozihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629549089577622068noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435627831802935680.post-43588485603463805312010-05-23T15:48:00.000-07:002010-05-23T16:05:28.280-07:00Wonderful Overseas Weekend 2010 !<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxFEl1EWv24/S_m0sKEjQaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/He7E473nel8/s1600/WOW+2010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxFEl1EWv24/S_m0sKEjQaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/He7E473nel8/s400/WOW+2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474605492756234658" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><br />Coming to study overseas this autumn???<div>Then, this weekend programme is a programme ESPECIALLY for you ;D</div><div>While this aims to help everyone be a little less clueless when they arrive overseas, it's also our big aim to let this be a checkpoint for everyone to meet new friends too. Hopefully, flying overseas will be less intimidating and you'll feel more WELCOMED. Register now and hopefully, you're gonna love it! ;D<br /></div>anisfozihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629549089577622068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435627831802935680.post-68935757951696106542010-02-03T14:15:00.000-08:002010-02-03T17:59:24.313-08:00Throw it or Read it?A teacher once asked me,<div><br /></div><div>Would you throw away a letter sent to your mailbox without seeing who is it for?</div><div><br /></div><div>And then, she asked, "Would you then throw it away if you see it's for you?"</div><div><br /></div><div>She continued, "You then learn that it's from your <i>mother</i>. Or anyone else in your life that you know sincerely and truly cares about you. Would you then throw it away?"</div><div><br /></div><div>I said "No." to all the above.</div><div><br /></div><div>And then, she went to describe the letter. " Very well. You then read the letter. In it, your mother wrote, "I want you to read this letter carefully, my dear, for these are important things I want you to know." "</div><div><br /></div><div>Had my mother really wrote like that I would have had goosebumps.</div><div><br /></div><div>My teacher continued. "She writes about what could harm you and asked you to avoid it. She writes about what would make you happy and to seek it. Ever so frequently, she told you she loves you, cares about you."</div><div><br /></div><div>"Think about how you would feel about this letter. This very personal letter."</div><div><br /></div><div>"Now, think about this Book." She put her hands on the Qur'an. "This book is for everyone of us. Every single one. From Him who loves us even before anyone else could begin to love us and after everyone has forgotten us. Think about how we should take His advice and His warnings."</div><div><br /></div><div>Amazingly enough, the very first thing He lets known of this 'letter' is..</div><div><br /></div><div>"Read. In the name of your Lord.." Al-Alaq, verse 1.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Would we really read and understand what the Book says?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Theme song: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UBGMQpmTWj0">Afraid to read-Dawud Wharsnby</a> ;))</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>anisfozihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629549089577622068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435627831802935680.post-54309767436752863722010-01-22T12:56:00.000-08:002010-01-23T16:36:08.404-08:00A love letter in sweet honesty.<div>To the Most loving...</div><div><br /></div>You must love me because,<div><br /><div>I need to wake up everyday knowing my parents are okay, I really do.</div><div><br /></div><div>When I walk to school, I must not meet with an accident, I must not.</div><div><br /></div><div>I need my limbs, my eyes, my mouth, my youth to be with me...they cannot be damaged, for that will be pain I cannot bear.</div><div><br /></div><div>You cannot let anything happen to my brothers and sisters too. </div><div><br /></div><div>That famine in Africa, natural disaster in Haiti and Indonesia..they are just not for me.</div><div><br /></div><div>You have to love me, Allah, and protect me from all that. You must.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>But, You have to understand that i can't love you the 'same' way.</div><div><br /></div><div>You must understand that I cannot obey all your rules. </div><div><br /></div><div>I have needs and I cannot be patient with all that rules.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm sorry, yes, but...what can i do?</div><div><br /></div><div>You must love me and give me air, or I'll die. </div><div><br /></div><div>You are the Most Loving, remember?</div><div><br /></div><div>But You can't expect me to say thanks all the time. I forget easily. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I know I cannot live without your love, but You can without mine...</div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>Lastly Allah...</div><div>I cannot stand the Fire..You must save me from it. I want to be a dweller of Paradise.</div><div><br /></div><div>.........................</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>While this may not be the speech of the tongue, but it may well be the louder speech, that of our actions. </div><div><br /></div><div>...too much?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div>anisfozihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629549089577622068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435627831802935680.post-34346638893042170672010-01-14T12:11:00.000-08:002010-01-17T03:21:35.921-08:00please help Haiti.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.islamic-relief.org.uk/Uploads/images/Haiti/haiti-index-image.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 514px; height: 315px;" src="http://www.islamic-relief.org.uk/Uploads/images/Haiti/haiti-index-image.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px; font-family:tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">A massive earthquake hit Haiti around 5pm, January 12th 2010...</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">An estimated number of 45,000 to 50,000 people are dead. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:12px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 14px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(70, 70, 70); font-family:verdana, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"><div class="sih" style="margin-top: -1px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: -1px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 5px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 11px; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: rgb(92, 136, 165); color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; background-position: initial initial; ">AT THE SCENE</div><div class="o" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 11px; "><img src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/47113000/jpg/_47113243_gallacher_bbc.jpg" align="right" width="66" height="66" alt="Andy Gallacher" border="0" vspace="0" hspace="0" style="border-width: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 11px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; line-height: 13px; " /></div><div class="mva" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline- font-size:11px;color:initial;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Andy Gallacher, BBC News, Haiti</span></b></div><div class="mva" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline- font-size:11px;color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Despite the promises of aid here there is still no sign of an organised relief effort.</span></div><div class="mva" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 5px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline- font-size:11px;color:initial;"><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline- font-size:11px;color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Out in the streets of Port-au-Prince, the situation is now critical.</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline- font-size:11px;color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">The voices that were being heard from inside the collapsed buildings have now fallen silent.</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline- font-size:11px;color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Haitians feel desperately alone, they are doing the best to fend for themselves but this is a place with no infrastructure.</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline- font-size:11px;color:initial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">People can only dig through buildings with their hands in an attempt to rescue any survivors.</span></p></div></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:12px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:tahoma;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CC00;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;">You can help <a href="http://www.islamic-relief.org.uk/">here</a>. </span></span></b></span></span></span></div>anisfozihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629549089577622068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435627831802935680.post-58953703170520429872009-12-28T04:56:00.001-08:002009-12-28T07:45:22.758-08:00Books that Shook the World series.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rxFEl1EWv24/SzisBREa2mI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/8WCW1-MyaMI/s1600-h/Quran.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rxFEl1EWv24/SzisBREa2mI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/8WCW1-MyaMI/s400/Quran.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420271289302178402" /></a><br />I just finished this biography and I think it's a very satisfying read :) . If you've been reading the Quran but like me, <b>don't really know much</b> and would like to know how some prominent thinkers are said to search the Quran, try this book. It's not trying to influence you, it's just informing. :)<div><br /><div>Only after I completed reading it that I noticed it's part of the "Books that Shook the World" series. More to read, more to know and more to ponder upon Insha Allah.</div><div><img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41ZoeUgklQL._SS500_.jpg" /><br /><div><br /></div></div></div>anisfozihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629549089577622068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435627831802935680.post-47134674396970967282009-12-11T13:13:00.000-08:002009-12-11T14:22:40.858-08:00A special day. Part 2.<div>The Academic Radiology department had a lunch before we all break up for holidays today, in the Hemsley, near Portland building.</div><div><br /></div><div>So, after lunch, driven by a text message saying they want to perform a solah for our friend, Ariff (solat jenazah ghaib) in Portland building after Asr..I decided to do my Asr prayer there.</div><div><br /></div><div>In the sister's prayer room, a group of sisters were discussing in a halaqah (a circle). And, I heard many questions asked and answered and discussed. </div><div><br /></div><div>And after all this, a sister said "Hold my hand."</div><div><br /></div><div>And a sister next to her said, "Yes, I was going to before you said it."</div><div><br /></div><div>This sister continued to say "Ash.hadu.al.."</div><div><br /></div><div>And the first sister followed.</div><div><br /></div><div>Until the complete Shahadah was uttered.</div><div><br /></div><div>I literally. froze. My Quran was lowered and I looked straight at them. And the second sister smiled at me and said " <b>She embraced Islam</b>." .</div><div><br /></div><div>Allahuakbar. I have never witnessed a reversion ever in my life. It was a decision between paradise and hell and she was so.......calm. </div><div><br /></div><div>"It's like I have been driven by a motor lately and when I said it, it's like I should have said it a long time ago." said the sister.</div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>I should have embraced her but I was so amazed I just sat there. Instead, I just looked at her, smiled and somehow uttered "Congratulations."...........and resumed reading the Quran. </div><div><br /></div><div>My reaction was so inappropriate to picture the myriad of feeling I felt in me from witnessing one more person in this world choosing to uphold <b>the</b> principle:</div><div><br /></div><div>There is no God <b>but</b> Allah and Muhammad is His messenger.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>My</b> principle.</div><div><br /></div><div>That only what He thinks of me matters. This freedom from anyone's judgement, from social pressure, from anything else.</div><div><br /></div><div>Alhamdulillah...I had a chance to make up for it. I met her in her very first aqidah class with my teacher, Teacher Fullah at the same place as before.</div><div><br /></div><div>I sat in a small circle of three students and a teacher. </div><div><br /></div><div>One was me, a muslim by birth. One was Nicole. She grew up an atheist, and now a muslim. And the other was Stephanie, a christian who just reverted to Islam a few hours ago.</div><div><br /></div><div>All from different countries, from completely different backgrounds, languages, skin colour, you name it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here to learn what La ilaha ilallah means in our lives. Aqidah.</div><div><br /></div><div>Truly, Allah showed me Islam on this day.</div><div><br /></div><div>"O mankind! We have created you from male and a female, and have made you nations and tribes that you may know one another. The noblest of you, in the sight of Allah, is the best in conduct. Allah is Knower, Aware." Al Hujurat, 13.</div><div><br /></div><div>Like I was given a chance to be in the early days of Islam, when the only similarity between people was just <b>La ilaha ilallah, Muhammad rasulullah.</b></div><div><br /></div><div>And I felt special. :)</div><div>....</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>anisfozihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629549089577622068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435627831802935680.post-83325912555851029702009-12-11T12:34:00.000-08:002009-12-11T13:12:29.138-08:00A special day. Part 1.Today was a special day.<div><br /></div><div>The day began with a <a href="http://www.bharian.com.my/Current_News/BH/Friday/Mutakhir/20091211151723/Article/index_html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CC00;">news of death of Ariff.</span></a> He died in a car crash on his return from saying his vows in marriage (akad nikah) this morning. Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi raa'jiun. (We belong to Allah and to Him we return).</div><div><br /></div><div>I was shaken. </div><div><br /></div><div>You see, it's common in our culture to want to wear hijab after marriage. to stop smoking after marriage. to pray five times a day after marriage, to finish reading the Quran after marriage. Basically, to be a muslim (one who fully submits to Allah) after marriage. </div><div><br /></div><div>When is the wedding?</div><div><br /></div><div>We lean our ambitions on something so uncertain. Like applying to a university that is not yet there. We don't know when it's going to exist or if it will ever exist, yet we want to be graduates of that university.</div><div><br /></div><div>But, Allah taught me today that, in all that uncertainty..death is CERTAIN.</div><div>and it certainly comes at <b>any time</b> Allah wishes it. </div><div><br /></div><div>So should we strive to be better <b>any time</b> we have a chance to because death, which is <b>certain</b> can come to us at any time or should we wait for a day (even if it isn't our wedding day) that is <b>uncertain</b> for us to be better...we might never see that day..we might <b>never be better to Allah.</b></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"><p align="justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"></span></span></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><p align="justify" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><i>"Dan bersegeralah kamu kepada ampunan dari Tuhanmu dan kepada surga yang luasnya seluas langit dan bumi yang disediakan untuk orang-orang yang bertaqwa."</i></b></span></p><p align="justify" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><i>(Ali Imran: 133)</i></b></span></p><p align="justify" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></span><p></p></b></div>anisfozihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629549089577622068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435627831802935680.post-6005120559093584742009-11-18T14:30:00.000-08:002009-11-29T13:50:01.773-08:00mr.OSi<span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>worked hard to get to a place not everyone can reach.<br />i own things not everyone can own.<br />in fact, i can achieve much more than this if i want to.<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><br />i am undeniably <span style="font-weight: bold;">better </span><span>than many people i know</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">.<br /> -Obnokschus Subconschus.<br /><br /></span><br />For OS to be telling the truth that he(or she, if you like) has the right to claim posession of the trophy for his success and more to come, he needs to at least be able to prove that..<br /><br />he has been breathing self-made air to arrive at success :) no?<br /><br />OS can be us in our good days. Feeling so proud being at the top (of whatever little bumps, even). Subconciously feeling better from people we (ever so subtly sometimes) perceive as being non-bump members.<br /><br />The fact is though, look around...our bumps arent all that big anyway. Not putting ourselves down, but we are dependent for air, resources from the soil and water we can't make from scratch, the most basic things for us to succeed.<br /><br />And yes, just like OS, we do not have full control over life neither are we self-sufficient in our journey to success. <span style="font-weight: bold;">We</span> cant guarantee anything.<br /><br />It's almost embarassing then, for a moment to think of the times (hopefully not all the time) we feel ..simply put, better than others.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rxFEl1EWv24/SwST1eLlb5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/n7rPG3zksCI/s1600/superiority.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rxFEl1EWv24/SwST1eLlb5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/n7rPG3zksCI/s400/superiority.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405607999595442066" border="0" /></a> -talk about being thick =Panisfozihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629549089577622068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435627831802935680.post-61704635105677094872009-10-20T12:45:00.000-07:002009-10-20T14:06:12.876-07:00I didnt get to choose families.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxFEl1EWv24/St4iLiTYXMI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BeoPkHhCseU/s1600-h/circumanis2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxFEl1EWv24/St4iLiTYXMI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BeoPkHhCseU/s400/circumanis2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394786985218432194" border="0" /></a><br />Let's talk about the picture.<br /><br />This was in a dusty classroom. Those were the walls and the door.<br />The classroom's desks were made into operating tables.<br />Electricity isnt an affordable luxury too.<br /><br />Improper? very much.<br /><br />But it had to be done. Just so they wont need to consult "doctors" who offer a cheaper-than-hospital price for their "service", which has caused life-threatening bleeding in the past.<br /><br />One of those days I was in Cambodia, I realized that instead of being fated to be born into my family...I could've easily be one of these poor malnourished children. It is COMPLETELY out of my control, in which country, let alone in which family I was born into.<br /><br />So, then do they deserve a different treatment from the doctors than the <span style="font-weight: bold;">kings</span>, who with all due respect happen to be chosen to be born into their families?<br /><br />Absolutely not =)<br /><br />May we all be doctors with a GOLDEN standard of care to all. Insha Allah.<br /><br /> <br /> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>anisfozihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629549089577622068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435627831802935680.post-25312829910853398232009-10-06T11:31:00.000-07:002009-10-06T13:06:27.848-07:00What clever people keep saying about clever things.This morning, I was sitting in my developmental neuroscience class, listening to the lecturer..<br /><br />"Aristotle claims that the brain is the organ of thought but not the basis for thought.<br /><br />Does this make sense to you?<br /><br />Well,let me explain. In today's world we talk about the brain being mainly tissues and we talk about brain functions. Now,not all brain functions can be localized neuroanatomically..many many networks and parts of the brain can be activated during a certain task.So,we know there is a function but where exactly is it performed in the brain? we cannot tell."<br />said my lecturer.<br /><br />And he continued,<br />"What's also amazing is that we know that for example oligodendocytes make myelins for the axons and astrocytes maintain the environment in the brain. But it seems now, there are some evidence of these cells exchanging roles...And I mean oligodendrocytes taking the role of astrocytes and vice versa."<br /><br />And I thought, "Amazing, Subhanallah."<br /><br />And then he said "But is there guidance for brain development?? Of course there is! It is guided by NATURE."<br /><br />...................at this point i thought. "What??"<br /><br />I mean, if I lay out all the ingredients to make a cake on a table, but never go on to make it..would it be a cake?<br /><br />Every simplest thing has got to be MADE into what it is. The ingredients of a simple creation cant spontaneously come together to become it no matter how abundant these ingredients are in nature..<br /><br />I've never heard of even little minute creatures in nature like bacteria to ever <span style="font-weight: bold;">spontaneously </span>come into existence on a lab table.<br /><br />It only makes sense to me therefore that there is the Creator who creates and makes.<br /><br />Then comes the question, so how can nature guide something that isnt known to it...since it is made by Someone else?<br /><br />Then can the development of the complex brain that has been studied for yeaaaarss and yeaaarsss yet is still VERY VERY much one of man's most intriguing enigma be guided by..nature?..<br /><br />It just doesnt seem to me like a valid statement, what more logical..what more true.<br /><br />Allah knows best.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rxFEl1EWv24/SsuasCxGDBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PPqafEogLnw/s1600-h/brain-350_tcm18-105648.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 328px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rxFEl1EWv24/SsuasCxGDBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PPqafEogLnw/s400/brain-350_tcm18-105648.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389571460526640146" border="0" /></a><br />Mammalian brain wiring seen in technicolour.<br />Source:Chemistry World<input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>anisfozihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629549089577622068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435627831802935680.post-74440003950604399082009-10-05T10:07:00.000-07:002009-10-05T12:25:16.506-07:00Why stop hoping?Sehanyut-hanyut manusia, dia takkan hanyut melebihi lautan Allah,<br /><br />Sesesat-sesat manusia, dia takkan sesat melebihi bumi Allah,<br /><br />Sebagus-bagus manusia, dia takkan terlepas dari ujian Allah,<br /><br />Sehebat-hebat manusia, dia takkan pernah mampu berhenti mengagumi kehebatan Allah.<br /><br />No one is <span style="font-weight: bold;">too</span> far from Allah, yet no one can ever be <span style="font-weight: bold;">too</span> close too.<br /><br />"Dan apabila hamba2Ku bertanya kepadamu(Muhammad) tentang Aku, maka sesungguhnya Aku dekat. Aku kabulkan permohonan orang yang berdoa apabila dia berdoa kepadaKu. Hendaklah mereka itu memenuhi (perintah)Ku dan beriman kepadaKu, agar mereka memperoleh kebenaran" 2:186<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_dbtg3wcLtM&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_dbtg3wcLtM&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>anisfozihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629549089577622068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435627831802935680.post-77986486752474977462009-08-27T08:07:00.000-07:002009-08-28T01:49:04.581-07:00Heart to heart about my superheartI was flipping through a little pocket book of <a href="http://fortyhadith.iiu.edu.my/"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">40 hadith</span></a>, that was given to me as a gift from a friend.<br /><br />My favourite one is always and always <a href="http://fortyhadith.iiu.edu.my/hadith42.htm">hadith number 42.</a><br /><br />But tonight, my mind keeps coming back to hadith 27 that goes like this:<br /><br />Wabishah bin Ma'bad ra berkata:<br />Aku datang kepada Rasulullah SAW. Baginda bersabda, "Adakah engkau datang untuk bertanya tentang kebajikan?". Aku berkata, "Ya."<br /><br />Baginda bersabda,<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >"<span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Bertanyalah kepada hatimu.</span> Kebajikan adalah apa yang menjadikan tenang jiwa dan hati, sedangkan dosa adalah apa yang menggelisahkan jiwa dan menimbulkan keraguan dalam hati, meskipun orang-orang terus membenarkanmu."</span><br /><br />As simple as that...<br /><br />It struck me <span style="font-weight: bold;">hard</span>. The fact is, really...I KNOW when i'm doing right and when i'm doing wrong. No matter what people may say.<br /><br />I dont need to read books and learn extensively to tell what's right from wrong.<br /><br />I was born with a heart. A superheart. Subhanallah...that I should always listen to.<br /><br />My heart spoke, "so who is to blame when you still want to harm yourself?"<br /><br />I pondered.<br /><br />Allah <span style="font-weight: bold;">loves</span> you, that He gave you your heart.<br /><br />"Kenape aku tak sayang diri aku sendiri selame ni. Sdgkan aku tak sanggup ke neraka."anisfozihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629549089577622068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435627831802935680.post-77167522974880565452009-08-25T19:09:00.000-07:002009-08-25T19:25:58.457-07:00Colours and music<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rxFEl1EWv24/SpSaYr-pPmI/AAAAAAAAAFI/etnStzxl3fg/s1600-h/quran+p.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rxFEl1EWv24/SpSaYr-pPmI/AAAAAAAAAFI/etnStzxl3fg/s400/quran+p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374090004272856674" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">who says the blind do not want to know about <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">c<span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">o</span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">l</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">o</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">u</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">r</span>s, or the deaf about music?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">tell it the way they can understand for <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">beauty</span> is for everyone.</span>anisfozihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629549089577622068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435627831802935680.post-55685870609652575452009-08-24T09:42:00.000-07:002009-08-24T11:19:52.886-07:00Facing consequences<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Treat others the way you want Allah to treat you.<br />For He </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span>will</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> treat you the way you treat others.<br /></span><br /></span><br />So, when someone is <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >wronged</span> and he...<br /><br />..<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">forgives and be kind</span></span>, he really <span style="font-weight: bold;">isn't</span> being stupid.<br /><br />And when someone is <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >wronged</span> and he...<br /><br />..decides to become <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >patient</span> rather than to act upon anger, he <span style="font-weight: bold;">isn't </span>admitting weakness.<br /><br />He is only getting <span style="font-weight: bold;">forgiveness, <span style="font-size:130%;">kindness</span> and<span style="font-size:180%;"> support </span>from Allah, the Almighty</span> for Allah is <span style="font-weight: bold;">always</span> with the patient people.<br /><br />When all our enemies, our family and friends have <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >died</span>, and whatever we fight for has vanished...<br /><br />..and only heaven and hell are in front of us..<br /><br />Wouldnt how Allah wants to treat us be the only thing that matters to our poor <span style="font-size:180%;">sinful </span>soul?<br /><br /><br /><br />Let's knock ourselves out having the kindest of hearts and face the consequences later. =panisfozihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629549089577622068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435627831802935680.post-36500453543095327952009-08-21T02:29:00.000-07:002009-08-23T09:41:26.050-07:00Questions asking for answers..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxFEl1EWv24/So5uMYMdd_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Gp3_DNmfdic/s1600-h/tafakur.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 386px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxFEl1EWv24/So5uMYMdd_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Gp3_DNmfdic/s400/tafakur.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372352564431779826" /></a><br />Why do i look for peace and relaxation in chaos and noise.<br /><br />Why do i look for happiness where depressed people become more depressed.<br /><br />Why do i ruin myself in my effort to fix what is wrong with my life.<br /><br />Where do people go to be happy...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />p/s i seem to worry my friends abit. "i" in this entry is only for the sake of empathizing with what i want to write about my surrounding. =)anisfozihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629549089577622068noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435627831802935680.post-40122525300212311322009-08-18T20:24:00.000-07:002009-08-20T21:16:52.113-07:00the KIUTness of terengganu!!<span style="font-weight: bold;">KIUT </span>stands for keen iluvislam.com's teachers.
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<br />There are kiutors, who are overseas univ students and there are kiutees. Our kiutees are 11 year old pupils dari kelas plg terkebelakang in a rural area school.
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">KIUT MIUT</span> programme is where kiutors Meet, Interact, Understand and Train the kiutees. Meeting the students isnt the essential part of the prog. One meet, and then communication continues via letters and postcards between kiutors and kiutees.
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<br />We aim to provide strong and continuous motivation and support to these children since they are still very young.
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"melentur buluh biar dari rebungnya." "mencegah lebih baik dpd mengubati" kata org.</span>
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<br />They still have a <span style="font-size:180%;">large capacity</span> to thrive, however left behind they are now. Insha Allah.
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<br />Me n my team chose Terengganu.
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<br />We decided to meet the kids. psyched!!! XD
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rxFEl1EWv24/Sot66mhMtiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ukMQps4K_0M/s1600-h/kiut+2+003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rxFEl1EWv24/Sot66mhMtiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ukMQps4K_0M/s400/kiut+2+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371522127760242210" border="0" /></a>KFC lunch with the kiutees~ semua tesipu2 lg, belang belum nampak!
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rxFEl1EWv24/SouDYyiNBlI/AAAAAAAAACo/2vCNpz4-77E/s1600-h/IMG_1078.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rxFEl1EWv24/SouDYyiNBlI/AAAAAAAAACo/2vCNpz4-77E/s400/IMG_1078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371531442474780242" border="0" /></a>We kicked off in the computer lab. Videos, songs and our picture slides of life in the UK. The kids got excited~
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rxFEl1EWv24/SouEHkhiKPI/AAAAAAAAACw/czVBZX_U0v4/s1600-h/IMG_1075.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rxFEl1EWv24/SouEHkhiKPI/AAAAAAAAACw/czVBZX_U0v4/s400/IMG_1075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371532246167726322" border="0" /></a>"Siaaapa jumpa Losong dalam world map ni???"
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxFEl1EWv24/SouEpoPnumI/AAAAAAAAAC4/727ube1hWEs/s1600-h/IMG_1082.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxFEl1EWv24/SouEpoPnumI/AAAAAAAAAC4/727ube1hWEs/s400/IMG_1082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371532831281887842" border="0" /></a>Yg angkat tgn ni bkn yg jumpa Losong dlm world map, tp yg minat Manchester United. =P
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<br />Fuh, Salam hebat gile. Even managed to capture the naughty ones attention!
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<br />_____________________________________________________________<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" lang="NL" >Assalamualaikum ^_^<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" lang="NL" >Apa khabar hari ini?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" lang="NL" >Seronok dapat berkenalan dengan awak =)<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" lang="NL" >Nama awak siapa?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" lang="NL" >Awak darjah berapa?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" lang="NL" >Pada waktu lapang, apa yang paling awak suka buat?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" lang="NL" >Nanti dah besar, awak nak jadi apa?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" lang="NL" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" lang="NL" >Banyak betul tanya abang/kakak ni. Hehe. Balaslah nanti bila senang. Dan tanyalah pula apa yang adik nak tahu tentang abang/kakak. =)<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" lang="NL" >Belajar rajin-rajin. Jaga diri dan jaga solat ye!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" lang="NL" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" lang="NL" >Yang seronok dapat berkawan dengan adik, <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><b style=""><i style=""><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;" lang="NL" ><span style="font-size:100%;">Abang/ Kakak.</span><o:p></o:p></span></i></b></p> _____________________________________________________________
<br />A letter received by each pupil to start off KIUT programme.
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<br />Kiutors had to assist the children to reply to the abang kakak as not all can spell and write well. Their letters will fly with us to the UK to be handed to the kiutors so KIUT can kick off~...chomel kakak ni XD.
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rxFEl1EWv24/SouKTHf2L8I/AAAAAAAAADw/32GwLSlTQZI/s1600-h/kiut+2+074.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rxFEl1EWv24/SouKTHf2L8I/AAAAAAAAADw/32GwLSlTQZI/s400/kiut+2+074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371539041604218818" border="0" /></a>Dah petang, takkan tak gi main! Game ni nama dia sukakuiz. dah bawak bola pingpong guna sudu sampai depan ade kuiz pulak.
<br />"Betaw akak rukun Islam." "Yg tu yg ada 5 ke 6 yeh kak?"
<br />"Crocodiles are reptiles,mammals or plants?" " PLANTS!"
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<br />A lot of children out there did not get the opportunities and supportive learning environment we did when we were smaller.
<br />They are brilliant and active in nature but are slow to learn things in class. Maybe it's just motivation and support that is lacking. Kiutors play a role to send and reply postcards/letters, send presents when they excel in the exams (or get their first A!) and get them driven.
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<br />With a little push and guidance, Insha Allah, more children can become better people in dunia n akhirat.
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<br />Overseas uni students interested to have a kiutee from the KIUT programme,
<br />please contact Daus at labuan_star@yahoo.com.
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<br />YOU WOULDNT WANT TO MISS THE FUN!
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<br />anisfozihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629549089577622068noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435627831802935680.post-1956716300419952382009-08-09T03:44:00.000-07:002009-08-09T04:51:48.761-07:00my cambodia snippet 2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rxFEl1EWv24/Sn6zh3fEnmI/AAAAAAAAACA/KUI1bX_upDQ/s1600-h/5249_109892454561_646709561_2340794_3064680_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rxFEl1EWv24/Sn6zh3fEnmI/AAAAAAAAACA/KUI1bX_upDQ/s400/5249_109892454561_646709561_2340794_3064680_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367925200283541090" border="0" /></a><span><span style="font-size:85%;">A boy in a cooking pot, center of picture. Little boats like the one in the corner of the picture are the common transport of the poor along Tonle Sap.</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><br />A pot of guilt and regret.<br /></span><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/acer/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /><br />We stumbled upon many beggars in Cambodia. Every time we eat lunch at a stall, there will be little children poking us, asking for money. After we finish our food, these children will swarm the table to eat our leftovers.<br /><br />Allah...the first time this happened we were..speechless. Our toothpicks, our tissue papers were floating in our bowls. They simply removed them...and ate their hearts out.<br /><br />Traumatized, we always offered fresh meals for the children beggars the next times we eat (a bowl of noodles isn't so pricey in Cambodia).<br /><br />However, this boy was different.<br /><br />We were on a boat along the Tonle Sap lake. As usual, "money...money" can be heard all around. As we were to take off, this boy came rowing as fast as he can, crying for money. Crying. This, never happened. We gave him a little sum of money and we take off.<br /><br />And he cried even harder, screaming for more. I was puzzled. But we already took off.<br /><br />"Could it be that his mother is so sick, he needs money desperately?"<br />"When was the last time he ate?"<br /><br />....why is he in a pot, shouldnt he be in a boat like every other poor beggars around?<br /><br />I dont know anything about the boy but I knew he was desperate. And truly.....I could have given him more. I really.really could.<br /><br />But there isnt a second chance, I dont think.<br /><br />Still, I just cannot forget.<br /><br />...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span>anisfozihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629549089577622068noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435627831802935680.post-40037867431629441492009-08-05T06:19:00.000-07:002009-08-05T21:40:47.915-07:00my cambodia snippet 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rxFEl1EWv24/SnpeP7qFHZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2qi8Nh1AXsE/s1600-h/IMG_6305.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rxFEl1EWv24/SnpeP7qFHZI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2qi8Nh1AXsE/s400/IMG_6305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366705533770603922" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">roly, left in the picture.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Funny reality: I keep asking for light forgetting I already have the sun.</span><br /><br />I know of a friend, Roly is his name. I'm sure everyone on the trip will remember him for life =). He is a fifth year medical student in USS, Cambodia. He's from a muslim village in Kampots(i'm not sure of the spelling) Province, where most men work as fishermen.<br /><br />In his village, education commonly goes as far as primary school. And then, they are expected to share the responsibility to feed the family. Fishing is known to be hard work with not much gain in return.<br /><br />But the child Roly wanted to study more. He had a different idea of how life should be. How education can help improve things. His parents werent happy. His grandparents disapproved. The people in the village shared his family's views too : Education is not important. Working for money to feed the family is.<br /><br />This made Roly a stubborn child, always and always. He realized this. And he knew he was the only one. Still, he insisted to not want to work. He begged his family to give him 3 more years so he can finish high school.<br /><br />So he spent teenage years cycling 20km to high school everyday during weekdays and fishing with his father during weekends. Whenever he wasn't studying hard, he worked hard.<br /><br />Alhamdulillah, he was offered a scholarship to do medicine in USS from the Cambodian Government at the end of high school. He had to continue being "the stubborn one".<br /><br />The scholarship only covers tuition fees so he needed money for a place to stay in Pnom Penh, food to eat as well as books to read.<br /><br />His parents can only afford half of these expenses, having other siblings to take care of. Because of this, life was very hard in the first month before he managed to find himself a job. Two jobs to be precise.<br /><br />He distributed newspapers in the early mornings, attend classes during the day and work at a restaurant from 5pm to 10pm. And everyone knows medicine calls for a lot of time reading too. So he sleeps whenever he can. As before, he studies hard when he isnt working hard.<br /><br />Despite having two jobs, buying books is still a dream. Books from the library are limited so they cant be taken out. So he photostated books to read for this is the only "affordable" choice. But Alhamdulillah, he knew about IMAC, the Islamic Medical Association of Cambodia who referred him to IDB, the Islamic Developmental Bank. He received a small sum of money every month from IDB. However, in third year, more books are needed. Staying up late in the library isnt enough anymore as many references are in english yet medicine in USS is taught in french. So, he needs more time with books now to translate and study. Life gets more and more pressing for Roly.<br /><br />"Sometimes I feel so tired I just want to pack up and return to my village." he said.<br /><br />But he can't. He has pushed this far and he isn't coming back empty-handed, he told us.<br /><br />Despite all this, he excelled in class. Throughout the length of our stay with him, he always received calls from his friends, asking him to explain something or another from the lectures. He leads a study group and managed to get a teaching job at a private school where he teaches anatomy and biology.<br /><br />He spends his nights preparing for his own classes as well as the classes that he teaches. "Sometimes I don't sleep." said Roly. How he manages is beyond me.<br /><br />Life is hard for Roly until today. But he knows that he is far from being most unfortunate. Allah has given him a very strong will to study and intelligence to come with that. He is the only person, the first person he likes to call it, who gets into university in his village. This calls for a show of thanks to Allah. He finds time to help in IMAC's medical and social relief to the poor to do circumcisions as well as mobile clinics. This is how we got to meet him in Kg. Cham.<br /><br />He told us, one day he will return to serve and help the people of his village. Actions speak louder than words. Whatever he told them before about education, they dont pay attention to. So he really...really wants to prove to his people that education, in Allah's will, can bring success. A better life. He wants others to understand, to follow his footsteps. To know that success is possible to whoever who wants it. Be you the most poverty-stricken person or a rich man. The journey is a tough one but he wants to show others that he will make it. And others will too if they wish to.<br /><br />And I thought. This is just one person. Amongst hundreds who disapprove. Roly was definitely just one person, but Allah chose him to be the one who changes others. And one person may be all it takes.<br /><br />Allah...truly Ya Allah, I am embarassed with every time that I become ungrateful...how I whined and how I sighed living a life full of ease.<br /><br />Forgive me.anisfozihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629549089577622068noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435627831802935680.post-49320422962846235312009-06-29T09:37:00.000-07:002009-06-29T10:13:51.181-07:00alif.wau.jim.ya.alif.nun.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxFEl1EWv24/Skj2FxdlGtI/AAAAAAAAABw/emLMs5KplOo/s1600-h/van-gogh-vincent-starry-night-7900566.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rxFEl1EWv24/Skj2FxdlGtI/AAAAAAAAABw/emLMs5KplOo/s400/van-gogh-vincent-starry-night-7900566.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352798736167017170" border="0" /></a><br /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/acer/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" />What I missed to see before:<br /><br />The days are created by Allah with the sun shining bright, like there aren't going to be nights.<br />Even in the rainy days, there will still be light.<br /><br />And the nights...yes, the nights are dark. much much darker than the days.<br />But then, there is the moon. no matter how hidden or how small...there it is, every night providing what amount of light Allah wills for that night.<br /><br />The days and nights. like happiness and troubles. Are created for those who think. Masha Allah..<br /><br />In the years of my life, with aaaalllll those days and nights..not once before have I realized that Allah, does not leave us in total darkness. No matter how little light there is, there will always be light. One just has to look for it in times of what feels like..blinding darkness.<br /><br />There.will.be.light.<br /><br />Insha Allah.<br /><br />"And for those who fear Allah, He (ever) prepares a way out. And He provides for him from (sources) he never could imagine. And if anyone puts his trust in Allah, sufficient is (Allah) for him. For Allah will surely accomplish His purpose; verily, for all things has Allah appointed a due proportion." At-Talaq, verses 2,3<br /><br />Subhanallah.<br /><br />........................................................................................................................................................................<br /><br />Guide us Ya Allah. for we aren't the ones who create light, neither are we the ones who create happiness.<br /><table style="width: 680px; height: 36px;" class="surah_table" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td class="QuranData alt_row" dir="ltr" valign="top"><br /></td> </tr> <tr> <td class="QuranDataNumber norm_row" valign="top"><br /></td> <td class="QuranData norm_row" dir="ltr" valign="top"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>anisfozihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629549089577622068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435627831802935680.post-31555425516419457492009-06-08T09:34:00.000-07:002009-06-08T10:37:18.025-07:00My right to complain.If one had Einstein as his supervisor, and then given a truck of workload. Would he groan in Eistein's face? He would simply accept, awestruck by the fact that he is being supervised by one of the epitomes of intelligence, one cannot deny.<br /><br />When an examination takes place, no unnecessary speaking or actions take place. Everyone behaves so appropriately that any slight misconduct is noticed by everyone in the examination hall.<br /><br /><br /><br />But everyday, we find things to complain about. In the face of our God. The Almighty All-Wise All-Hearing All-Seeing Great God. Instead of bowing down in gratefulness and patience, we complain...and without shame too. About the weather, studies, food, work. Everything. But we know He watches us, listens to us..at all times. And to think, it is He who provides all that we complain about. It is a part of His plan for the best. Yet He listens to us complaining about every little gift of challenge, of hardship we fail to notice.<br /><br />Everyday, we speak as we wish..regardless of things being true or not, necessary or unimportant , using language we will never use with anyone respectable, let alone noble. It is nice to ponder upon the fact that a very knowledgeable and practising religious teacher does not speak the way a mob does.<br /><br />Would we speak differently and act differently had we understood how noble are the recorders(Raqib and Atid, the angels) in the eyes of Allah? 'Kiraaman kaatibin' they are described as in the Quran. The noble recorders. A statement by the God so great, that nothing can be compared with Him.<br /><br />This God called them <span style="font-style: italic;">noble</span>.<br /><br />Noblemen in human terms are people around kings and queens with mountains of richness and great descendence. We arent talking human terms at all in this issue but in terms infinitely greater.<br /><br />And needless to note, these noble creations accompany us...at all times.<br /><br />.....................................<br /><br />Allah...how we are weaklings. Ungrateful and rude weaklings that You bestow with mercy and love everyday at all times.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Guide us Ya Allah. To goodness in dunia and akhirah.anisfozihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629549089577622068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435627831802935680.post-91880866970240838142009-06-05T18:30:00.000-07:002009-06-05T18:33:22.212-07:00From Nottingham to Derby,with love...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rxFEl1EWv24/SinG-Zopr1I/AAAAAAAAABo/g60eIKITCzw/s1600-h/Picture3.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rxFEl1EWv24/SinG-Zopr1I/AAAAAAAAABo/g60eIKITCzw/s400/Picture3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344021208187383634" border="0" /></a>CRM 2009 presents...<br /><br />Nottingham's own trio set on a 35km cycling trip to Derby. They have voluntarily come up to the CRM team to help raise enough funds to buy medical supplies and other humanitarian needs of the poor in Cambodia.<br /><br />As eager as they are to help the cause, we, the CRM team will do our best to visit house-to-house around Nottingham's student housing area to drop a sponsorship form, for each household's convenience. These sponsorship forms (hopefully,together with your contribution) will then be collected in roughly a week's time Insha Allah.<br /><br />For households that wish to sponsor but the CRM team aren't able to reach due to various unfortunate reasons, please be happy to transfer the money to the account stated in the poster.<br /><br />Take-home message:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sponsor them, and make their cause your cause too.</span><br /><br /><br />"Enlightening the hopes of Cambodia"<br /><br />Theme song: BASIKAL TUA oleh tak lain dan tak bukan,SUDIRMAN.anisfozihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629549089577622068noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435627831802935680.post-83850705316255289592009-05-20T07:59:00.000-07:002009-05-20T09:58:31.796-07:00Truth or Dare<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rxFEl1EWv24/ShQ11mNtFyI/AAAAAAAAABg/s_snz7r9gCU/s1600-h/ambition.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337950653248247586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rxFEl1EWv24/ShQ11mNtFyI/AAAAAAAAABg/s_snz7r9gCU/s400/ambition.jpg" /></a><br /><strong>Not daring to think of the coming of death</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>is not daring to become ambitious.<br /></strong><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></div><strong></strong></span></div>anisfozihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629549089577622068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435627831802935680.post-70050847648553556842009-05-08T04:03:00.001-07:002009-05-08T04:22:08.569-07:00REFRESHED!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rxFEl1EWv24/SgQTm9SUNJI/AAAAAAAAABI/gG6MGrL1mIU/s1600-h/Nature-1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333409418720851090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rxFEl1EWv24/SgQTm9SUNJI/AAAAAAAAABI/gG6MGrL1mIU/s400/Nature-1.jpg" /></a><br /><div>When the sun smiles brilliantly to my face,</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>And the trees greet with its colorful sways,</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>And the cool wind blows softly, a company on my way,</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Ah...this is bliss.</div><br /><div></div>This is the Gift.<br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>anisfozihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629549089577622068noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435627831802935680.post-88788697883144825562009-05-02T04:06:00.000-07:002009-05-02T04:44:31.026-07:00..And in his farm he had a swine and a camel (or a horse).<strong><span style="color:#000099;">" While man is in this world, two things are necessary for him: first, the protection and nurture of his </span><span style="color:#009900;">soul</span><span style="color:#000099;">; secondly, the care and nurture of his body. The proper nourishment of the soul...is the knowledge and love of God, and to be absorbed in the love of anything but God is the ruin of the soul.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">The body, so to speak, is simply the riding-animal of the soul, and perishes while the soul endures. The soul should take care of the body, just as a pilgrim on his way to Mecca takes care of his camel; but if the pilgrim spends his whole lifetime in feeding and adorning his camel, the caravan will leave him behind, and he will perish in the desert." </span><span style="color:#333333;">Imam Al-Ghazzali, the Alchemy of Happiness.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Swine flu made me ponder. Had there been a news release saying H1N1 virus of swine flu may live in chocolate bars, we will chuck away all our chocolate bars. For we are terrified that we might get the flu virus and we might die. The Malays would even chuck their rice, had rice possess the potential to help spread the virus.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">We would do anything in our might to avoid the perish of our "camel" aka riding-animal aka body and the bodies of our loved ones.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">But, we aren't as scared to do things that ruin the soul. </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">But why..we began as a soul, that then acquires the body, and this body will perish, and we are again left with just the soul. It is our soul that carries on.</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong><span style="color:#000099;">"It is, so to speak, the rider of the animal soul, when that perishes it still remains, but is like a horseman who has been dismounted, or like a hunter who has lost his weapons." </span><span style="color:#333333;">Imam Al Ghazzali, the Alchemy of Happiness</span></strong> </span> </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">It is scary when Allah teaches us, that the things that we do to ruin our soul, may well be a permanent damage. Because our soul is what we continues on in, not our body.</span><br /><br /><strong>"He who is blind in this life, will be blind in the next life, and astray from the path." 17:72</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">It's unthinkable, why then, are we more afraid to do things that perishes the body, than to do things that perishes the heart..and the soul.</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">Guide us. Ya Allah. </span>anisfozihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629549089577622068noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-435627831802935680.post-66849630851159443832009-05-02T03:29:00.000-07:002009-05-02T03:55:00.727-07:00sama jewak din* : sama je, merokok tak merokok, semua pon mati. ye tak, kakak "doctor" anis?<br /><br />me:<br />ha'ah. betul. semua pun mati. sama je.<br /><br />Yang beza, lepas mati.<br /><br />Kubur orang yang merokok dengan tak merokok, tak sama.<br /><br />Kubur orang yang makan terlalu banyak tak bersederhana, dengan yang makan cukup cukup je,<br /><br />tak sama.<br /><br />Kubur orang yang ikut cakap Allah, dengan tak ikut cakap Allah, takkan sama.<br /><br />Lepas tu, dekat akhirat, darjat orang semua berbeza. Berganda ganda bezanya darjat manusia berbanding jurang kaya dan miskin di Indonesia.<br /><br />Dekat sana, baru lah bagai langit dan bumi bezanya, yang merokok dan tak merokok.<br /><br />Tapi betul lah yang Wak Din cakap tu. Sama je, merokok tak merokok, semuanya mati.<br /><br />What the Quran says...<br />" And make not your own hands contribute to your destruction." 2:195<br /><br />Tak sama...<br />"Katakanlah (Muhammad), 'Tidaklah sama yang buruk(khabees) dengan yang baik(tayyib), meskipun banyaknya keburukan itu menarik hatimu, maka bertakwalah kepada Allah wahai orang-orang yang mempunyai akal sihat, agar kamu beruntung." 5:100<br /><br />Betul ke nanti di akhirat tak sama yang khabees dengan yang tayyib...<br />"Agar Allah memisahkan golongan yang buruk(khabees) dari yang baik(tayyib), dan menjadikan (golongan) yang buruk itu sebahagiannya di atas yang lain, lalu kesemuanya ditumpukkanNya, dan dimasukkanNya ke dalam neraka Jahannam. Mereka itulah orang-orang yang rugi." 8:37<br /><br />Allah tells us, any choices that we make in this life, between tayyib dan khabees, takkan sama consequences nya in the next life.<br /><br />All the best to us in making choices.<br /><br />*wakdin mestila bukan nama sebenar.<br /><br />p/s thanks aisyah. u made me ponder.anisfozihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07629549089577622068noreply@blogger.com0