It occurred to me that I am no longer an obsessive writer as I used to be.. I don’t even know whether I should pursue this or not, but for the sake of historic moments in my life, I think it would be better to write things down a bit. I do wish no one reads it, but I am writing here, so there is probability that anyone in the world could read it. Damn. Why life should always be hard? Hahaha..
To start things off, my family is a very traditional one. No. Don’t even compare to the ones saying their daughters should not go out at nights. I am saying a thousand more times traditional and conservative than that. My family still does the whole ‘match marriage’ until this day! Everyone in the family went through this tradition; even my two elder brothers.
Yup, as you are going to ask, whether I am going to follow this rule or not, I would proudly say, YES. So, last Sunday, my grandmother (I love her!) slowly came to me and asked whether I am ready to get married? Speaking of straightforward. Haha.. For your information too, I am (I think) one of the few members in the family (which by the way is really huge) who have good relations with everyone, as I don’t usually make a scene and help and keep good relations with everyone. So, searching for my ‘other half’ is really interesting as everyone wants to have a say and want to search the so-called ‘prefect’ girl for me.
Getting back to my grandmother story, my parents actually had asked me a few days before and asked me to think about it. I didn’t think quite much about it. And when grandma asked, I thought, here is the moment. Everyone was looking at me and I was still watching ‘Biggest Loser’ in TV! I didn’t expect it, as it happened too fast. After much consideration, I made a slight nod saying that I agree with whatever decision that they are going to make.
That was more than enough for everyone! Suddenly all my niece, my brothers, sister and sister-in-laws were happy that they were even giving out chocolates for one another. My grandma took sugar from the kitchen and poured some in my mouth. It was a blessing from her and saying gratitude because I had agreed with the process and the tradition that we are following for hundreds of years. The ‘ground works’ are already starting headed by my grandma, my mother and all relatives contributing throughout the process, here and there.
And you have to understand that this is happening even though I had never seen ‘my future wife’. They kindda said her name, but I didn’t remember it.
Some may find this difficult to understand and believe. Try putting your legs in my shoes, you will be horrified. However, it is for the best of me and my future generation that I stand by my own traditions, if not, who else will? I know that my family wants the best for me and they will do anything in their power to achieve that.
I, on the other hand, have to pray to God, that this process will be blessed and have His guidance. I don’t think I had done a great job in the first phase of my life. I wish I will be a better person, and do more for everyone. Each and everyone of you are always in my mind. Please pray for my success and pray for my health. And please pray that I will sail into the next phase smoothly.
Your nor so perfect friend/stranger,
AZMI KHAN
a.k.a
JIMMY
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
I Am In Love...
Salam.
It was a special day last Monday.
All Muslims in the world celebrate (or should be celebrating) Maulidur Rasul, or the birthday of Prophet Muhammad (pbuh). It is an interesting thing to say that we are celebrating a birthday of a person, without knowing him personally. Such is the beauty of Islam. However, a friend argued that we celebrate the prophet’s birthday because we are showing our love to him. Whether this can be agreed upon is another story, however, I don’t think anyone of us are ‘in love’ with the Prophet Muhammad (pbuh).
Let me give a story that comes in Hadith. (I am using my own words.) There was once a poor guy came to see Prophet Muhammad (pbuh), he said he was poor and needed money. The Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) said, “Go and ask from Saidina Usman r.a.” (Usman r.a. is a very rich sahabat of the prophet as he was one of the most successful bussinessman at that time). The Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) also said, “By the Lord Al-Mighty, ask Usman to give you something.”
The person went to see Usman. Usman asked, “What brings you here?”. And the poor guy says, “The Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) sent me here because I asked him for some money as I am poor. The Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) asked you, so that in the name of Allah the All Mighty, for you to give me some money.” Saidina Usman went into his house and come out with a few dinars and gave that man.
The poor guy unsatisfied with what happened went to see the Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) to argue about this. He said, “Dear prophet, I went to see Usman as you instructed. And asked him to help me by the al-Mighty. However, he just gave me a few dinars and sent me away. I need more.”
The Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) said, “Go again to Usman and ask for more.” And the Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) said “This time, ask Usman by the Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) blessing, to give you something.”
He went to see Usman again. This time he said, “The Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) asked you, so that with the blessings of The Prophet Muhammad (pbuh), for you to give me some money.” Upon hearing this Usman reached for the poor guy’s hand and brought him straight into his house and warehouse were all his richness were and said, all this is for you! Take everything!”
As Usman was really insisting on him to take everything, the poor guy was confused and got scared if Usman was mad at him and that’s why Usman are saying things like that. So, he ran away and went as fast as he could to the see The Prophet Muhammad (pbuh). Seeing this guy didn’t take anything but running away made Usman to run after him.
Both were then in front of the prophet. The Prophet asks, ‘What happened?’. And the poor guy tells his story. The prophet asks saidina Usman, why he did that and Usman explained,
“When he first came, he said give him something by the name of Allah the All Mighty. I gave a few dinars because Allah doesn’t need any of this wealth that we posess. Moreover, even if I give a small amount of money, Allah will give a lot more to me. That’s why I just gave him just a few dinars. But when he came the second time, he said give him something by the prophet Muhammad’s blessing. You are the reason why everything in this whole world exists, you are the rahmat for this whole alam. Everything is made for you to lead. If you are not here, we wouldn’t be in the blessing of Allah. That’s why, I said to him to take everything he wants too.”
When I heard this story, I could feel that we are not even close to that kind of love to the prophet. How many of us knows about what happened to the prophet when he was going to die?
How many of us knows the basic information of the prophet?
Who is his mother and father?
What time was he born?
Who was the two person who gave milk to him when he was a baby?
When did he receive his prophecy?
What was his plan to invade Makkah?
What did he do to his enemies?
How many wars did he went to?
How did he dress like?
Who are his wives?
Who are his children?
When did he perform his Haj?
When did he last received the revelation from God?
At the end of the day, we can see to ourselves and think, do we even know this guy named Muhammad that we say is our prophet? Some will get angry about what I am saying, but think deep, real deep. Nowadays, we know artistes, politicians and entertainers more than anything else. Round the clock information about a person from birth to death, in just a click.
But that gratitude was never given for a person who was the reason for all of us to be here in this world, the rahmat to this whole world.
Our prophet Muhammad (pbuh).
“None of you is a true believer unless I am closes (dearer) to him than his own parents, children and all others.”
(Related by Ahmad, Al-Bukhari, Muslim, Al-Nassaie and Ibn Majah)
p/s: Where is the love?
It was a special day last Monday.
All Muslims in the world celebrate (or should be celebrating) Maulidur Rasul, or the birthday of Prophet Muhammad (pbuh). It is an interesting thing to say that we are celebrating a birthday of a person, without knowing him personally. Such is the beauty of Islam. However, a friend argued that we celebrate the prophet’s birthday because we are showing our love to him. Whether this can be agreed upon is another story, however, I don’t think anyone of us are ‘in love’ with the Prophet Muhammad (pbuh).
Let me give a story that comes in Hadith. (I am using my own words.) There was once a poor guy came to see Prophet Muhammad (pbuh), he said he was poor and needed money. The Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) said, “Go and ask from Saidina Usman r.a.” (Usman r.a. is a very rich sahabat of the prophet as he was one of the most successful bussinessman at that time). The Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) also said, “By the Lord Al-Mighty, ask Usman to give you something.”
The person went to see Usman. Usman asked, “What brings you here?”. And the poor guy says, “The Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) sent me here because I asked him for some money as I am poor. The Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) asked you, so that in the name of Allah the All Mighty, for you to give me some money.” Saidina Usman went into his house and come out with a few dinars and gave that man.
The poor guy unsatisfied with what happened went to see the Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) to argue about this. He said, “Dear prophet, I went to see Usman as you instructed. And asked him to help me by the al-Mighty. However, he just gave me a few dinars and sent me away. I need more.”
The Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) said, “Go again to Usman and ask for more.” And the Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) said “This time, ask Usman by the Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) blessing, to give you something.”
He went to see Usman again. This time he said, “The Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) asked you, so that with the blessings of The Prophet Muhammad (pbuh), for you to give me some money.” Upon hearing this Usman reached for the poor guy’s hand and brought him straight into his house and warehouse were all his richness were and said, all this is for you! Take everything!”
As Usman was really insisting on him to take everything, the poor guy was confused and got scared if Usman was mad at him and that’s why Usman are saying things like that. So, he ran away and went as fast as he could to the see The Prophet Muhammad (pbuh). Seeing this guy didn’t take anything but running away made Usman to run after him.
Both were then in front of the prophet. The Prophet asks, ‘What happened?’. And the poor guy tells his story. The prophet asks saidina Usman, why he did that and Usman explained,
“When he first came, he said give him something by the name of Allah the All Mighty. I gave a few dinars because Allah doesn’t need any of this wealth that we posess. Moreover, even if I give a small amount of money, Allah will give a lot more to me. That’s why I just gave him just a few dinars. But when he came the second time, he said give him something by the prophet Muhammad’s blessing. You are the reason why everything in this whole world exists, you are the rahmat for this whole alam. Everything is made for you to lead. If you are not here, we wouldn’t be in the blessing of Allah. That’s why, I said to him to take everything he wants too.”
When I heard this story, I could feel that we are not even close to that kind of love to the prophet. How many of us knows about what happened to the prophet when he was going to die?
How many of us knows the basic information of the prophet?
Who is his mother and father?
What time was he born?
Who was the two person who gave milk to him when he was a baby?
When did he receive his prophecy?
What was his plan to invade Makkah?
What did he do to his enemies?
How many wars did he went to?
How did he dress like?
Who are his wives?
Who are his children?
When did he perform his Haj?
When did he last received the revelation from God?
At the end of the day, we can see to ourselves and think, do we even know this guy named Muhammad that we say is our prophet? Some will get angry about what I am saying, but think deep, real deep. Nowadays, we know artistes, politicians and entertainers more than anything else. Round the clock information about a person from birth to death, in just a click.
But that gratitude was never given for a person who was the reason for all of us to be here in this world, the rahmat to this whole world.
Our prophet Muhammad (pbuh).
“None of you is a true believer unless I am closes (dearer) to him than his own parents, children and all others.”
(Related by Ahmad, Al-Bukhari, Muslim, Al-Nassaie and Ibn Majah)
p/s: Where is the love?
Sunday, January 04, 2009
A Quarter Century Me...
Salam
Greetings to all my friends and foes.
It is that time of the year again, when people see me with weird faces..
Yeah, my birthday. 25 to be exact!
A quarter century. Man, i think i am old if it is said like that. But getting old is not the thing i am afraid of. In fact, i am planning on staying here until i am about 125 years old!
May God gives permission for that.
The birthday celebration for me is really not neccessary. As much as i love to organize party’s for my friends throughout the year, I am not fond of having a party for myself. Had been trying to avoid for years, but I think people feel they are somehow ‘terhutang budi’ to me. Believe guys/girls, all of you don’t have anything to ‘pay back’ to me.
Whatever help or guidance or happiness or experience or advice that I gave to you (if any at all), is purely for the sake of benefit for all of us. Despite how I say this, people will still rush and have celebrations for me. Last year, I had to bear 6 birthday cakes!
The irony is, I don’t eat cake that much. Hahaha..
But the thought counts a lot for me. I will remember all the things that all of you did to me. Believe me, I shall remember.
This year seems to be somehow interesting than previous years. I had been to close to uncle’s family, who is the Deputy MD of YATIM. His family threw me a big party.
Thanks uncle, auntie, and everyone who were present there. Especially those close knit friends a.k.a juniors from 2nd Residential College. The food prepared were really from the heart. As auntie said, uncle himself suddenly wanted to cook mee goreng and other food for the party. I had to eat a lot to repay all the good things prepared for me.
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Thank you for coming and sharing my day.
Hope comes from loving, and love comes from friends.
After you left, I was left with the stars,
Near stunned by the grace with which such a day ends.
Know that your presence helps fashion my way in life.
You are the fields on which my life depends on,
Opening vistas no heart can convey,
Unloosing sweet music memory that now will be ours.
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Today, it made me feel honoured and I hope the spirit of friendship,the laughter, the tease and the happiness shall linger in all of us forever!
Thank you..
Greetings to all my friends and foes.
It is that time of the year again, when people see me with weird faces..
Yeah, my birthday. 25 to be exact!
A quarter century. Man, i think i am old if it is said like that. But getting old is not the thing i am afraid of. In fact, i am planning on staying here until i am about 125 years old!
May God gives permission for that.
The birthday celebration for me is really not neccessary. As much as i love to organize party’s for my friends throughout the year, I am not fond of having a party for myself. Had been trying to avoid for years, but I think people feel they are somehow ‘terhutang budi’ to me. Believe guys/girls, all of you don’t have anything to ‘pay back’ to me.
Whatever help or guidance or happiness or experience or advice that I gave to you (if any at all), is purely for the sake of benefit for all of us. Despite how I say this, people will still rush and have celebrations for me. Last year, I had to bear 6 birthday cakes!
The irony is, I don’t eat cake that much. Hahaha..
But the thought counts a lot for me. I will remember all the things that all of you did to me. Believe me, I shall remember.
This year seems to be somehow interesting than previous years. I had been to close to uncle’s family, who is the Deputy MD of YATIM. His family threw me a big party.
Thanks uncle, auntie, and everyone who were present there. Especially those close knit friends a.k.a juniors from 2nd Residential College. The food prepared were really from the heart. As auntie said, uncle himself suddenly wanted to cook mee goreng and other food for the party. I had to eat a lot to repay all the good things prepared for me.
**********************************************
Thank you for coming and sharing my day.
Hope comes from loving, and love comes from friends.
After you left, I was left with the stars,
Near stunned by the grace with which such a day ends.
Know that your presence helps fashion my way in life.
You are the fields on which my life depends on,
Opening vistas no heart can convey,
Unloosing sweet music memory that now will be ours.
***********************************************
Today, it made me feel honoured and I hope the spirit of friendship,the laughter, the tease and the happiness shall linger in all of us forever!
Thank you..
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
getting to know myself...
Believe me; I really have all the urge to write blog and what not, however, a comment by someone the other day didn't encourage me to do so. Although this person maybe said it lightly, i took it deep in my thoughts and made me think for quite some time. This person (not using 'he' or 'her' for certain reasons) said that i over exaggerate when I write something...
Hmm...
it all goes back to the openness and the right of a person to say whatever a person want to say. But if anyone wants to stop my right, you just have to say so...
So, i rest my case, as i don’t have much to exaggerate..
Take care
AZMI KHAN
Hmm...
it all goes back to the openness and the right of a person to say whatever a person want to say. But if anyone wants to stop my right, you just have to say so...
So, i rest my case, as i don’t have much to exaggerate..
Take care
AZMI KHAN
Monday, September 29, 2008
The Holy Diet: Ends With Sadness and Blood…!
I coined this term ‘The Holy Diet’ at the start of the holy month of Ramadhan about a month ago. I thought it was kindda catchy and hip but at the same time, it inserts the feeling of holiness to the act of fasting. As it should be. Having said that and seeing that my friendster account nowadays are very ‘busy’ and ‘hot’ nowadays, some people (not anyone I know of) asked me what is Ramadhan. (Okay, roll your eyes now)
My answer was simple. It is the performing of the ‘holy diet’ that God asks us once in a year. It is carried out in the month of Ramadhan which is the 9th month in the Muslim calender. The act of fasting is also unique in a way that the benefit of fasting is said to be a direct gift to God. As Allah said and quoted by the Prophet Muhammad pbuh,
“Every act of Adam’s descendants is for themselves, except fasting. It is meant for Me alone, and I alone will give the reward for it.”
Having said all these, Alhamdulillah, i managed to perform this year’s fasting without any problem. In fact, I would say that this is one of the first times that i didn’t have any problem at all in the whole month of Ramadhan. With thousands of assignments (not literally) and other commitments, I managed to pass all that with fying colours (I think).
But the question remains whether I had pleased God?
As a‘last minute push’ for doing good deeds in this holy month, just now I went to the National Blood Center to donate blood. I am an apheresis donater, so, the whole process of donation would take about an hour and they advised me that it would be better for me to break fast first and donate blood after the Maghrib prayers. I obliged. (they gave free food for buka puasa, how can I argue?). Haha..
When the process started, I finally had a time to just lay back and relax and think for a while. It is somehow a reflection of everything that happened to me in the past month. And I said to myself, “Damn! When I am going to stop being this active!”. Hahaha..
And as the whole process goes on, my machine keeps beeping saying that my blood pressure is going low. Keep in mind that i just break fast with some nasi goreng and a glass of water, I set aside the rest of the food to eat afterwards. (greedy as always) What happened was, as the whole process ends (53minutes to be exact), there were 3 nurses talking with me. Just chatting usual things as I know a lot of the staffs there because I am a regular.
Suddenly, the whole world started to look dim. Realizing that something is happening to me, I immediately said to the nurse that I felt dizzy. And for the next 5 to 10 minutes, I didn’t know what had happened. I had fainted!
When I opened my eyes, there were 5 person around me. (The earlier 3 nurses and another 2 female doctors). I was positioned with my legs higher than my head. I was surprised as I had donated blood more than 60 times in my whole life and never once anything like that happened.
I asked what happened and they said that during the whole process, there should actually be a pint of water going inside my body as the blood is drained out. The water pint is there, but the nurse didn’t release the button to let it flow into my body. Which means, about 600 ml of white blood and platelet had been drained out of my body but no fluid went into my body!
The nurse frantically apologized. I said that its okay, but i may consider sueing them if I had died. The nurse’s face went blue. It was supposed to be a joke. How am I going to sue if I die. It was a big burst of laughter afterwards. It is truly my style to make fun of even the most serious things and at the most unexpected time. Hahaha!
The doctor then explained that, despite what happened, I managed to finish the whole process and then “went to sleep”(as she said). She said usually a patient faints in about 20 minutes if no water enters the body.
That stuck into my head like lightning. These are the moments, that you can actually feel the power of God. I feel truly blessed. Here i am, an ordinary and useless guy, trying to make a small change in the world, and even I got noticed by the God. If it wasn’t Him making sure that I am still breathing as usual despite the problems, who else have more power to do so? If anyone couldn’t feel this sense of holiness, I couldn’t say more. For me, it is a fact learned by first hand experience. And God had wanted me to learn it the hard way.
From the start, I had always wanted to please everyone by doing a lot of good things to my friends, relatives and even to a lot of people that i don’t know of. I don’t know whether all these people are pleased by whatever that i did to them.
But deep down in my heart, now runs a good feeling, that somehow i had managed to please God.
Are there anything more important than that?
AZMI KHAN
30th Ramadhan 1429/ 30th September 2008
p/s: the diet thing never worked for me though
:)
My answer was simple. It is the performing of the ‘holy diet’ that God asks us once in a year. It is carried out in the month of Ramadhan which is the 9th month in the Muslim calender. The act of fasting is also unique in a way that the benefit of fasting is said to be a direct gift to God. As Allah said and quoted by the Prophet Muhammad pbuh,
“Every act of Adam’s descendants is for themselves, except fasting. It is meant for Me alone, and I alone will give the reward for it.”
Having said all these, Alhamdulillah, i managed to perform this year’s fasting without any problem. In fact, I would say that this is one of the first times that i didn’t have any problem at all in the whole month of Ramadhan. With thousands of assignments (not literally) and other commitments, I managed to pass all that with fying colours (I think).
But the question remains whether I had pleased God?
As a‘last minute push’ for doing good deeds in this holy month, just now I went to the National Blood Center to donate blood. I am an apheresis donater, so, the whole process of donation would take about an hour and they advised me that it would be better for me to break fast first and donate blood after the Maghrib prayers. I obliged. (they gave free food for buka puasa, how can I argue?). Haha..
When the process started, I finally had a time to just lay back and relax and think for a while. It is somehow a reflection of everything that happened to me in the past month. And I said to myself, “Damn! When I am going to stop being this active!”. Hahaha..
And as the whole process goes on, my machine keeps beeping saying that my blood pressure is going low. Keep in mind that i just break fast with some nasi goreng and a glass of water, I set aside the rest of the food to eat afterwards. (greedy as always) What happened was, as the whole process ends (53minutes to be exact), there were 3 nurses talking with me. Just chatting usual things as I know a lot of the staffs there because I am a regular.
Suddenly, the whole world started to look dim. Realizing that something is happening to me, I immediately said to the nurse that I felt dizzy. And for the next 5 to 10 minutes, I didn’t know what had happened. I had fainted!
When I opened my eyes, there were 5 person around me. (The earlier 3 nurses and another 2 female doctors). I was positioned with my legs higher than my head. I was surprised as I had donated blood more than 60 times in my whole life and never once anything like that happened.
I asked what happened and they said that during the whole process, there should actually be a pint of water going inside my body as the blood is drained out. The water pint is there, but the nurse didn’t release the button to let it flow into my body. Which means, about 600 ml of white blood and platelet had been drained out of my body but no fluid went into my body!
The nurse frantically apologized. I said that its okay, but i may consider sueing them if I had died. The nurse’s face went blue. It was supposed to be a joke. How am I going to sue if I die. It was a big burst of laughter afterwards. It is truly my style to make fun of even the most serious things and at the most unexpected time. Hahaha!
The doctor then explained that, despite what happened, I managed to finish the whole process and then “went to sleep”(as she said). She said usually a patient faints in about 20 minutes if no water enters the body.
That stuck into my head like lightning. These are the moments, that you can actually feel the power of God. I feel truly blessed. Here i am, an ordinary and useless guy, trying to make a small change in the world, and even I got noticed by the God. If it wasn’t Him making sure that I am still breathing as usual despite the problems, who else have more power to do so? If anyone couldn’t feel this sense of holiness, I couldn’t say more. For me, it is a fact learned by first hand experience. And God had wanted me to learn it the hard way.
From the start, I had always wanted to please everyone by doing a lot of good things to my friends, relatives and even to a lot of people that i don’t know of. I don’t know whether all these people are pleased by whatever that i did to them.
But deep down in my heart, now runs a good feeling, that somehow i had managed to please God.
Are there anything more important than that?
AZMI KHAN
30th Ramadhan 1429/ 30th September 2008
p/s: the diet thing never worked for me though
:)
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Thursday, August 14, 2008
How Is My Life Going On?
How am I doing right now? Hmm.. after all these years, I am thinking that I am at a point of trying to achieving somethings in my life. Please note that I wrote ‘somethings’ and not ‘something’. Haha..
But actually, frankly speaking, I am thinking that I am nowhere near my planned targets. I am actually moving at another direction. It may not be on the opposite direction. It is just a new direction all together for me. And as you may guess it, it is all shaped by the people around me. Yes. Each and everyone who were around me, regardless of being with me in the time of happiness and saddness, or the ones who had been friends with me for some importance that they needed, or plain idiots that I become friends with and doesn’t even know how to appreciate friendship. (Oh yes… believe me, I had gone through all that too.)
But I am must thank all of those people, because it was because of them that I am at a point in my life that i am proud of. I had done some good things and some bad things. I am proud that I had managed to let my presence felt by everyone. Bottom line is, the only persons that I had not yet managed to satisfy are my parents, which will be a dream come true for them when I graduate.
In the mean time, I must frankly say that I am happy in my life. I share my joy with friends who I think would also be there for me in the time of sorrow. But we never know. And so, with that, the reason for me to be closer to another is becoming greater. And that would be to God.
So, each time any of you think of me, just think of God and pray for my success in this world and hereafter. And with that, you shall know that I am doing just fine although we are not seeing each other anymore. Believe me, I am doing fine.
The Self Acclaimed Popular Mamak
But Actually Am Popular For Being Hated By Everyone
AZMI KHAN
But actually, frankly speaking, I am thinking that I am nowhere near my planned targets. I am actually moving at another direction. It may not be on the opposite direction. It is just a new direction all together for me. And as you may guess it, it is all shaped by the people around me. Yes. Each and everyone who were around me, regardless of being with me in the time of happiness and saddness, or the ones who had been friends with me for some importance that they needed, or plain idiots that I become friends with and doesn’t even know how to appreciate friendship. (Oh yes… believe me, I had gone through all that too.)
But I am must thank all of those people, because it was because of them that I am at a point in my life that i am proud of. I had done some good things and some bad things. I am proud that I had managed to let my presence felt by everyone. Bottom line is, the only persons that I had not yet managed to satisfy are my parents, which will be a dream come true for them when I graduate.
In the mean time, I must frankly say that I am happy in my life. I share my joy with friends who I think would also be there for me in the time of sorrow. But we never know. And so, with that, the reason for me to be closer to another is becoming greater. And that would be to God.
So, each time any of you think of me, just think of God and pray for my success in this world and hereafter. And with that, you shall know that I am doing just fine although we are not seeing each other anymore. Believe me, I am doing fine.
The Self Acclaimed Popular Mamak
But Actually Am Popular For Being Hated By Everyone
AZMI KHAN
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Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Life: A Twisted Story
It makes me wonder why God makes life hard. Don’t you think so? We want to get an 'A' for that particular subject, but somehow after struggling like hell, at the end of the day, we don’t get what we deserved. Or at least we think we deserve. We say to our friends that ‘our friendship is forever’ but the next minute, they turn into our biggest enemy.
But that is life. It doesn’t happen according to our own wants and needs. Well, at least I think so, because I really had enough in life to proof that. But I don’t think I want to meddle in my own past. Trust me; it is not inspiring... hahha.
What about others stories.
All of us know our greatest victory of all in year 2007 was getting to send an astronaut of our own to the ISS. It is everything like we planned. They sent him to Russia for a rigorous training. Making him do all the things that I think quite ridiculous like making teh tarik in zero gravity and all. But, the Malaysian government and people were very much looking so proud, to finally have their own so called astronaut.
Every one of 25 million Malaysians held their head high and saw the inspiring story that we think were made by us. People of all religion prayed for his success. Prayers were even held in temples and churches even though the astronaut is a Muslim. He flew away and came back. Safely. As planned. ‘It was a fantasy story’, some said.
But as soon as he arrived, ‘life’ kicked back in. God showed to us directly that He is the Most Powerful. Dr Sheikh Muszaffar’s younger brother passed away! His name was Sheikh Mustafa. He died after coma when he accidentally hit his head onto something when he was entering a restaurant.
Can you imagine that? A person goes all the way to the space some 350 km away into the sky, stayed there for a week, and came back, just fine. And his brother who goes into a restaurant to have lunch, just died like that.
And this is what makes living in this world more unique for all of us. We plan something but in a split of a second, all we planned crashes and something else happens. And to just say that this is just coincidence is not true at all. By this, we can actually ‘see’ and experience the truth and the power of God. I am not at all a ‘religious’ person nor I studied Islam in depth, but I truly know from my ‘own world’ that when these things happens, God is showing that He cares for me and He thinks that this is the right thing for me, even though I don’t like it.
When I am experiencing something, good or bad, I must realise that this wont be forever.
This is just my planning. How about His?
This is His body and soul that were given to me. So, it is His.
Life is never about me. Life is just not about my stories.
So, what life is?
And so I realise…
That,
LIFE IS NOTHING BUT A SERIES OF TWISTED STORIES.
the most popular mamak on earth
JIMMYdaVOGUE
:)
But that is life. It doesn’t happen according to our own wants and needs. Well, at least I think so, because I really had enough in life to proof that. But I don’t think I want to meddle in my own past. Trust me; it is not inspiring... hahha.
What about others stories.
All of us know our greatest victory of all in year 2007 was getting to send an astronaut of our own to the ISS. It is everything like we planned. They sent him to Russia for a rigorous training. Making him do all the things that I think quite ridiculous like making teh tarik in zero gravity and all. But, the Malaysian government and people were very much looking so proud, to finally have their own so called astronaut.
Every one of 25 million Malaysians held their head high and saw the inspiring story that we think were made by us. People of all religion prayed for his success. Prayers were even held in temples and churches even though the astronaut is a Muslim. He flew away and came back. Safely. As planned. ‘It was a fantasy story’, some said.
But as soon as he arrived, ‘life’ kicked back in. God showed to us directly that He is the Most Powerful. Dr Sheikh Muszaffar’s younger brother passed away! His name was Sheikh Mustafa. He died after coma when he accidentally hit his head onto something when he was entering a restaurant.
Can you imagine that? A person goes all the way to the space some 350 km away into the sky, stayed there for a week, and came back, just fine. And his brother who goes into a restaurant to have lunch, just died like that.
And this is what makes living in this world more unique for all of us. We plan something but in a split of a second, all we planned crashes and something else happens. And to just say that this is just coincidence is not true at all. By this, we can actually ‘see’ and experience the truth and the power of God. I am not at all a ‘religious’ person nor I studied Islam in depth, but I truly know from my ‘own world’ that when these things happens, God is showing that He cares for me and He thinks that this is the right thing for me, even though I don’t like it.
When I am experiencing something, good or bad, I must realise that this wont be forever.
This is just my planning. How about His?
This is His body and soul that were given to me. So, it is His.
Life is never about me. Life is just not about my stories.
So, what life is?
And so I realise…
That,
LIFE IS NOTHING BUT A SERIES OF TWISTED STORIES.
the most popular mamak on earth
JIMMYdaVOGUE
:)
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