December 07, 2015

Letting go

Hi everyone. In case for those who missed my writing, (I doubt there will be any) I'm sorry for being off for so long. I don't want to ramble without really much of a purpose in mind. Anyway, everglow by coldplay is so beautiful I love them thanks for coming back, ghost story was okay but it was more mellow than usual so I like new catchy coldplay, they're fun and full of rhythm so yeah.

I'm writing this from Wales, from the Great Britain. Yes I'm at UK, yes I made it. And alhamdulillah for that. Honestly I never made it, it was He who made it happen, so All praise to Him. Anyway, I'm in the foreign land now that speaks different language and having a different culture. Different everything actually, it's fun. It's fascinating really (for the first month) then it became a routine, and honestly it's pretty usual, common.  The only thing that still remain different are the challenges. They differ from day to day. And I think it's okay for that. I love challenges.

The reason I chose to talk here today is because I'm so pissed off. 
I'M SO MAD.

Of how appearance can deceive people.
Of how there are certain things that I can never let go.

Of how being strong doesn't always mean to know how to punch another person as strong as you can.
But being strong is more than that. 
Being strong is having a stand in your life and know to never cross it.
Know to do anything to protect it.
PROTECT YOUR DIGNITY, in however way possible.
To never cross the line.


I thought I could let this issue just go away but I can't.
I'm so mad because I'm so close but I were unable to change anything.
I was late.
I was being way too optimistic.
I was being way too cautious.
That I only managed to protect and unable to grab others with me.



I'm mad at myself now.


For the thing that I'm able to see and feel.
But I didn't acknowledge.

But I guess there are things that are beyond my reach.
And letting go, is the only route that was left for me to take.

Terima kasih Tuhan yang sentiasa meletakkan rasa dalam jiwa.
Moga kau titipkan deria ini pada mereka yang aku cinta.

August 10, 2015

BTN

Blog bukan takat dah bersawang dah sekarang ni, ni dah tahap usang teroxx. Hahahaha maapler, laptop pandai sangat nak buat hal dia tunggu habis A-level. Cantik cantik 2 minggu habis A-level dia pun memulakan fasa rebel lek lek buat hal sendiri, makanya duduk kat rumah cuba untuk menjadi orang lepas tu. Baru tersedar yang selama ni aku kemana ada je si laptop kecik tu meneman, yelah kecik kan senang nak diusung kehulu kehilir. Barang semua takdenya nak print ke apa semua dok ngadap screen kecik tu, somehow rasa macam my laptop fulfill it's destiny, yelah mama belikan waktu tu sebab A-level, tau tau habis A-level dia pun macam dah ready nak let go. Hmmmm memang suka letak perasaan dekat benda takde perasaan ni sebenarnya.

Selalu jugaklah buat benda macam ni. One of my or our indispensable traits kot, perletakkan perasaan pada yang tak mampu untuk ada. Fitrah manusia, untuk menghadam sesuatu perkara, terkadang tu kita simplify benda jadi yang mudah untuk kita baca, hence letaknya emosi dekat sesuatu benda. Macam kita jaga teddy bear lah dulu, atau main masak masak. Ada orang kata tu the power of imagination, tapi kadang kadang aku rasa kita cuma nak cuba faham je.

Merepek apa sebenarnya aku ni. Entah. Saje je nak lepaskan gian menulis. Rindu.

Oh yeah, BTN was fun! Sumpah haha. Aku rasa macam okaylah. Mungkin sebab aku jenis suka tengok benda/manusia/keadaan/situasi. So BTN ni cam playground, to observe human endurance and nature. And the landmark to know new people. So meh cerita sikit pasal BTN.

Part paling hampeh: Part ujian kepantasan, terima kasih wahai fasi kerana telah membuktikan bahawasaya saya memang seorang yang gelojoh dan tak rileks langsung kalau kena pressurized (lagi lagi kalau bagi tempoh masa). But it's fun, sebab apa? Aku suka bodohkan diri sendiri, sebab sampai bila bila ingat benda tu. Sebab nak uptight all the time pun tak boleh jugak kan guys? Chill ah, let loose be silly do silly things, nanti kau appreciate little things, and kau tau importance of seriousness.

Part paling best: Main conductor, and masa let loose, dan tiup angin tiup. Conductor punya game tu macam awal awal tu rasa malu gila like the heck kenapa kena tutup mata. VULNERABLE gila tau tak, this is one of human mind automatic concept jugak, we fear the unseen, we fear what we can't see (unknown), cam dalam hal conductor ni kita kena tutup mata pastu swing swing tangan, cam certain orang akan rasa "weh bapak malu weh pelik pelik je kang tangan aku cemana kalau orang gelak". Aku pun, adalah dalam 2 minit pertama. Aku rasa macam hapebenda ni woi. Tapi, lepas tu terdetik lah dekat dalam diri, nak takut apa sebenarnya? Takut orang gelak? Semua orang tutup mata. Takut fasi gelakkan kau? Kau jumpa fasi tu 5 hari ni je, bukan dia ingat kau pun lepas ni. Kadang kadang kena jugak asak diri ni tanya, Kita ni takut apa sebenarnya? Takut manusia ke Takut Tuhan?
Ok biasalah dah tersentapkan diri waktu tu so kita let loose jelah. Have fun, play around. 

And the best part bila dapat tengok orang lain yang really really have fun. Antara sebab aku suka LDK atau kem kem ni sebab kita dapat let loose. Aku tak berapa suka sangat konsep manusia yang terlalu rigid ni. Sebab aku percaya kita kena adapt, one way or another. Dia kadang kadang conflict gak dengan perasaan ni: aku selalu ingat Kekasih Allah tu sifatnya lebih pemalu dari anak dara. So fahamlah conflict ni kadang-kadang, nak over pun tak boleh. Tapi aku tahu, kekasih Allah itu sifatnya sempurna, kita tidak. 

let loose dalam batas. Beringat.
Dan circle bila semua orang joget, aku rasa happy sangat. Sebab bila lagi nak rasa ni. joget sorang sorang selalu je, joget ramai ramai? Aku tak ramai kawan yang sporting sangat, aku pun tak sangat pun haaa. Tapi asal ada sparks, yang start, aku boleh join sekali. Syaratnya satu, dalam batasan. Kalau setakat joget dalam circle tu mengadap perempuan. Apa salahnya. Let loose.

Dan tiup angin tiup. Terkejut badak gak ah kena panggil awal awal budak Johor. Bila fikir balik sekarang boleh je kalau taknak step up into the circle, tapi tulah kan, where's the spirit? kaki aku pun automatic ke tengah. Tapi bila dia suruh menari zapin tu lagilah, excited campur nervous campur BIAR BETUL. Hahahaha, I was happy though I get to dance, walaupun sumpah berterabur and I stop at the middle. I HAD FUN.

Adalah jugak beberapa kawan aku yang pemalu. Yang jenis, "weh malu lahh dah dah lah tu", lepas tu baru aku sedar, ada jugak yang rasa malu bila tengok orang lain menari. Projection. yang kadang kadang manusia ni cakap bawah sedar, perasaan diri sendiri dan tujukan pada orang lain. Antara hasil observasi aku. (suka hati buat ayat sendiri). Aku respect semua orang punya opinion, tu antara sifat aku. tapi terkadang terasa juga: payah gak orang susah sikit nak chill ni. Tapi takpelah, sifat orang lain lain kan? Cantik orang tu dalam yang lain lain tulah. Walaupun ada satu masa tu rasa annoyed sikit, tapi tu semua mainan setan, kita buang awal awal. Bila berkawan ni kena menerima, terima apa adanya. Mungkin satu hari nanti mereka lagi chill dari aku hahaha.


Oh fasi aku Ustaz Faez.
Nah ustaz, saya dah tulis nama ustaz dalam blog ni. Hahahaha pandai pandailah ustaz cari ye.

Waktu taaruf dengan groupmates lah kelakar. macam macam jenis orang aku jumpa. Siapa sangka yang orang kumpul setem dan duit syiling masih wujud. Dan aku jumpa orang yang hobinya berfikir. Ni sumpah rasa lawak kan awal awal tu. Tapi bila aku fikir balik make sense jugak hobi ni, kita kadang kadang tak pernah berfikir pun, kita duk telan je apa orang bagi kat kita. Contoh: isu politik. Kita kadang kadang baca itu ini terus pungpangpungpang. Kadang kadang kita tak fikir pun, Terus letak hukum.

Orang yang jenis berfikir ni aku nampak orangnya diam. Tak banyak ulas. Aku macam tulah. diam je sepanjang btn. BUKAN NAK BRAG AKU NI KUAT BERFIKIR KE APA. hahaha tak. Tapi memang aku berfikir selalunya. Kalau geng tengah bukak isu politik selalunya akulah yang paling diam sekali. Sebab dari dulu pihak aku bukan satu. Sebab aku percaya dunia bukan takat hitam putih. Dunia ini bukan monochromatic, hidup penuh dengan warna. Dan berfikir tak bermaksud pandai pun, kadang kadang kita just berfikir, weighing decisions, dan kadang kadang takde pun kata noktah dalam mind debate ni. Certain orang mungkin panggil orang macam aku ni lalang. Takde pendirian.




Apa yang mereka gagal nampak ialah pendirian aku itu bukan satu. 
Pendirian aku adalah flexibility.
Dalam perkara yang boleh di-flexiblekan.

Sebab itu game terakhir malam tu aku diam. Pasif.
Pasif tahap setan pun ada.
Ikut je. Orang dah datang lepaskan pun aku duduk diam je.
Hahaahahaha, sampaikan hamni kat sebelah yang dah bangun duduk balik sebelah aku.
Aku rasa aku sorang je yang still duduk masa tu (kotlah sebab aku tak mampu nak tengok ramai sangat yang bertempiaran)

Percayalah. Waktu aku duduk dendiam tu aku memang tengah berfikir.
Soalan soalan yang ada malam tu tak mampu nak diutarakan kat sini. (takut pecah modul)
Tau tau kawan kawan lain dah ada dah dekat sebelah balik.

Kenapa BTN fun?
Entahlah, mungkin aku belajar banyak benda dalam little things dan bigger picture.
Sebab aku dapat lihat banyak sangat benda.
Dalam konteks semut dan gunung, sebutir pasir dan lautan.

banyak sangat metafora hidup yang aku ter-grasp.
Yang status betul tu takkan wujud sebab human interpretations is so vast.
Yang penting yang cantik dan jernih tu kita ambil.
Yang keruh itu kita buat tak nampak.
Percayalah, hidup akan jadi lebih indah. 






June 15, 2015

pengharapan secara mutlak

Hai korang.
Hai saje nak bagitau today is my birthday I'm 20 huahuahua which is scary sebab saya still tak move on dari being 17. Anyway, A-level ada lagi 2 paper which is stats and econs unit 4. Past is past so tak kisah lah paper cemana pun hidup harus diteruskan. lol. Skema sangat ayat.

Pengharapan secara mutlak?
Tu untuk Tuhan.
Lepas bagi usaha.

Hati dah tawar.
Takut dengan gundah tu dah berbaur jadi satu.
Tapi untuk tidak percaya pada ya rabb tu lagi dasyat rasanya.
Maka, letak hati pada fasa redha.

Dunia.
Tak kemana.

Dunia kekal begini,
sakit usang bernanah dalam duri.

Tapi kan, kadang kadang penat jadi tabah. Penat jadi kuat. Hahaha aku bukannya robot takde emosi dan perasaan. "Faz lah budak A-level paling I don't give a shit aku tengok" - sico, June 2015. Hahahaha. takdelah don't give a shit sangat. I give a shit obviously, aku resah gelisah obviously. Aku takut obviously. Aku TAKUT, faham tak. 


Tapi untuk aku takut biar Tuhan yang dengar. Untuk aku gundah biar Tuhan yang ubatkan. Tuhan kan Al-Jabar. Bukan taknak cerita dekat manusia, bukan takde kawan, kawan tu merata. Tapi aku bukan yang suka bercerita. Dalam penulisan mungkin kencang, tapi dalam verbal tu hancur. Dalam menceritakan sesuatu tu aku tak pandai.

Sebab tu aku cari Tuhan.
Tak payah cakap apa pun.
Tuhan tahu.


Sebab tu air mata atas tikar sejadah itu untuk Tuhan.
Dalam mengadu pada Tuhan yang keluar cuma "Tuhannnn... " dan sedu sedan,
Sebab dia Maha.
Maha dalam hati aku.
Maha dalam lenggok sendu aku.
Maha dalam rindu aku terhadap tuhan.


Takde orang yang don't give a shit.
Tapi untuk takut, untuk gundah, untuk apa pun.
Aku bagi dekat Tuhan.


untuk A-level ini aku bagi dekat Tuhan.

Insha Allah. Tuhan tahu, senyumlah.



selangkah dekat dengan Tuhan

Dah 20.
Hahaha.

Jadi wish seorang hamba kerdil berumur 20 ini:

Tuhan,
moga dapat ketemu.

Moga terus dalam lingkungan Nur-Mu.
Moga kau terus maafkan aku 
yang tak pernah kering dengan dosa.

Moga dalam perletakkan harapan,
dalam pengharapan secara mutlak,
aku tak pernah meraguiMu.

sebab Tuhan.
tembok ini terkadang teragukan Mu.
maka aku mohon, jangan kau biar tembok ini utuh,
biar ia jatuh menyembah bumi,
dalam kepercayaan tanpa noktah.
Hanya untukmu.


May 23, 2015

tsk

It's always when I'm thoroughly alone that I found my pace on writing. Just like how now my roomate have gone home and all my other housemates have already fallen asleep. Oh hi guys. It's 23 May 2015, and I'm alone in my room, eating Mars, (I know it's late but screw that),

just wanted to write some of the emotions off.
I tried talking to human it didn't really works that well.
Try telling this to the Lord, but couldn't do it, probably because I think this wasn't something so relevant to tell, just insecurities. Something that I should handle myself, so I thought about writing, like usual, the only escapade.

it's kinda tough you know, hearing all these talks about people who are already in their way to fly. As for now, all my housemates are excited, they have btn going on, visa going on, passport going on. And I'm happy for them I really do.

But at the same time I was crushed inside and I keep it to myself, bottling it up till it suffocates, literally.

Tuhan,
permudahkan,
lapangkan.
Kurangkan.

Sakit tu mind play je kan faz.
Come on.



April 11, 2015

moving forward

Assalamualaikum. Hi. Today is saturday aka lazy day aka not supposed to be lazy day anymore faz cause external is just a few days away aka okay I'll study later. Hahahaha, I'm so funny you guys should love me. I mean I love me. (Hoping there's at least a person who reads my blog ((exception of myself ofc)))

I'm done with A2 trial which I promised you I did it horribly enough even Friday the 13th main killer would be horrified with my result. That is of course, because of:
1. my last minute studying  
2. I'm not ready 
3. when was I ever ready?
4. I promised you I'll be ready for external though, I pinky swear you.

As I have neglected my blog long enough for the same excuses over and over again, today I'm going to talk about moving forward. So, what's with the current headline? Well nothing really just me having this sudden epiphany on life. Here's the thing about life, in general (in my general dictionary though). Life supposed to taught you on how to constantly be on the move. Which is commonly we do; progressive movements, eventhough sometimes some people wished to be regressive and they did; mostly those in the mid-40's crisis. 

So what about being on the move?

Well, it's a move that most of the time you don't expect and you don't really foresee. That's life, they're unexpected and mysterious and fun.

Which explains:

1. How one my best friend is gonna get married or nikah in this month on 24th April.
2. How my one longest bff (13 years and counting) have gotten herself a guy.
3. How everyone else is having someone in their life right now
4. How I'm still here, being me.

It struck you really hard when people you were so closed to, or are still close to are moving so fast it doesn't seems to make sense. One moment you knew the as them, a singular entity. And now you're knowing them as them, more than one singular entity. They and their spouse, or they and their partner. 


They're moving forward.
And I'm moving forward too, even if we don't head in the same direction.
We're moving together (I hope)
I hope that they're happy. Whatever the decisions may be. 

I would be lying if I said I didn't feel like such a sore loser to the core after hearing all this news. But I can never picture myself having what they have for now. Last few nights there's a talk by one of the admins of tarbiah sentap. He talks about ikhtilat, he talks about couple. And he said that if you felt that something you do is wrong, aka sentap in his dictionary. It means that, we still have our iman healthy inside of us. That, our iman was caged (because of our bad deeds), but it's constantly rattling the cage, wanting to be free. That's why when we do something bad, and we knew that it's wrong, we felt it in our heart, it means that our Iman is still healthy.

Which also explains why I can't move forward in:
1. Having a boyfriend/relationship
2. hanging out too long with my silatmates (as we have too many boys and girls mixing with each other)
3. They sometimes hang out till late night
3. Which leads to me leaving them
4. Which might makes them hated me or offended by me
5. Which leads me having this sad feelings for having to leave them
6. But the contentment that I have now, deep down can never make me reverse my action
.

So yeah.
I guess I'm moving forward too.

Wallahi, I'm not a religious person at all, my zaman jahiliah is more jahil than any of you could imagine. So out of path and so saddening. If I remembered back how jahiliah I was, how ignorant I was to the one and Only, it's horrifying.

You don't know how jahil I was because I was hiding it, and Allah help me by covering my aib (How merciful Lord is) and because I choose not to unveil my aib, as Allah hated those who spread the aib of others, and those who doesn't even cover theirs (as Allah cover theirs). 

So it's okay if I don't really move forward in life like others do.
As long move forward for my Addin.
The way of life.
My way of life.
From being ignorant of Him, to the direction of Only Him.

Insha Allah.

March 16, 2015

Fear

I have claustrophobic, fear of lack of space. Fear of being trapped, fear of crowded places. And the thing with people with this kind of phobia is they tend to get suffocated which is, if it's horrible enough, can be fatal. That's my one and only phobia, unless you considered having this fear towards amphibians is a phobia too but I hated frogs or idk maybe I hated the fact that they're too slimy and they're jumping around. Ergh. That, are somehow my worldly fears. But you know what I fear the most? It's the unsettling future. God I fear them so much, because I can't know for sure what they are. Sure if you have claustrophobic you know you fear the lack of space. You know when you fear frogs it's because they're stupidly slimy. But the thing about fearing the future, is just you don't know. You can't tell if future is going to let you have it all good and awesome, or just the other way around. That's the thing with worldly matters, they're not certain, they're temporary. They changes from time to time. 
As much as I fear my future now, because A-level is stupid and hard, or maybe I'm stupid and hard at head as in blocked on receiving mental knowledge, I'm also content. Because somehow the only thing that I know for sure is my Lord. And I know that whatever happens happens. Sheikh Taufiq Chowdry once said, that the reason I was at the TOF is because hundred thousand years ago He wrote in between heavens and earth, that I was destined to be there. It's His plans.

So what I know for sure now, is that whatever happens in my future, given my effort, is because He wants me there. 



So no matter how unsettling future is, I just know one thing.
That it's His plans,
and goodness will come out of it insha Allah.

And now,
all I need to do is give my best effort.
And let whatever may come, to come.

March 06, 2015

it's okay, okay?

I lost track on how many times I said to myself that things are okay.
That everything is okay.
I'm a positive person, full with optimism and less of a worry-wart.
My brother said I have a high spirit, and one way or another even though we're so far apart from each other and I'm not sure that he'll read this, because he's so busy with his degree life, but somehow I felt that he'll always right next to me, holding my hands when things got rough.
Annoyingly sweet, yes that's him.
He's not always around but it's okay, he's there when I need him, at the right place on the right time.

So I don't know if you'll read this maybe yes maybe not, but whatever it is, thankyou abang :*

And to all my family be it near or hundred miles away.
You guys are the light to my soul.

Not talking about my result because I'm so tired of convincing myself that everything is alright.
That everything is okay.
That everything will be fine.


Because god's honest truth
I. don't. know.
I really don't. And as much as I tried to put all myself back together, There's still a few cracks.
I can't cover it whole.

The thing about failure is I don't fear them as much.
That's my problem, too much optimism is also bad. You get super comfortable with whatever it is being thrown at you, even though it has spikes and thorns that could harm you.
Too fearless is also fearsome somehow.

I have few friends with pressurized family, pushing them to their limits to give their all.
Mostly because they're the precious jewel of the family.
I feel kinda bad watching them being pushed, being scolded for giving their all.

But somehow, I couldn't get rid the fact that I wonder how does that feel?
Being pressurized? from family, you know... to put meanings to things you do,
Everytime I looked at someone bio on any social media or somehow spirit-booster talk, it'll always be that whatever they're doing now, the studying the hell to get through is always for their family.
Always for their parents.

I don't.
I was told from when I was a kid, that whatever I wanna do, do it for you.
My parents taught me a lil bit of individualism I guess.
But they taught right.
Because if I want to fight, I need to fight for me first.
That's the only way for me to fight for anyone else.

That's how warriors defends themselves right?
If they don't, who would defends the others?

So bottom line, I wasn't pressured. In any way in my life. Some points maybe, like how your siblings always get straight A's for most of the big exam, or in my story, how my brother managed to fly, and the next one in line is supposed to be me.

So my pressure is, will I fly, or will I fall?

But pressure is what keeps you going so I never fear them. I needed them.
Because most of the time my family didn't pressure me that much. They're super supportive and super understanding and super god super family, they just be there whenever I need them.

Which is somewhat is also depressing.

Because I do things for myself, and yeah I can always redirect my intentions to maybe making my family proud, yes but that's not what my family wants so I can't do that.
I can't just redirect my intentions.

So everything I do is for me.
Everything I fight is for me.
And god, *sigh* do you know how much harder is that?
To pressure yourself on your own just to keep you going?
I mean who really does that?
To walk on your own, to stand on your own two feet, to do this without any hesitation and never looking back because you believed it is meant to be...
Do you know how much harder that is?
Especially when now, I'm still searching for my true self?
I don't even know how to really know myself.
I felt like I'm trapped in a maze, for a long time now.
Confused.

So yeah, from time to times, I tell myself that it's okay.
That everything will be better,
That everything will be fine.
Even if I don't know.

I have to do this.
So I can keep on going.
So I can continue to fight.
So that I can win this combat.

So, it's okay...
Okay?

:)



February 25, 2015

it's been a while

Yeah.
Well usually I have things to say.
You know usually I know what to say. I know what you're going to say. I know how to adapt, I know how to blend in, I know how to make do of whatever I have.
I'm flexible and bendable. 

I wanted to become flexible.
I wanted to adapt, and blend in and become that cool person.

and now I just don't know what I am anymore.
You know those things people say for your characteristic for the month you were born in?
Well I'm a june baby and they said june babies are the most serious, and I laugh.
I mean man, which part in me is serious I don't even do homeworks and my A2 is just months away.

But,
Maybe, just maybe.
I am.

Now I started to feel so tired to keep up with conversations.
So tired to tell anyone about how I feel.
So tired of thinking that maybe someone would give a damn.
Because I'm so serious about my walls.

God, honestly; I'm so tired behind all this walls,
But where do I go?

February 08, 2015

Solitude



What kind of solitude is solitude? What kind of being alone makes you alone? Does being alone means you have to get away from any form of civilization and live in a deserted island? If that is a sole meaning of loneliness or alone-ness, then what about late night thoughts in the dark where you're in the room with god I don't know put in 5 people, would that also be considered alone, solitude? I mean aren't we the only one that can hear our own thoughts? Doesn't that mean every questions you have at this time are standing on it's own without anyone to back it up?

Can people hear your mind? Can people see a glimpse of your soul? What kind of alone makes you alone?

Seriously though you can have 4000 friends on real-life face to face knowing them and still be living a solitude life. How do we run a solitude life though? I don't know honestly, I have no idea the degree of silence of emptiness you have to get through just to deserve the title of a lone ranger, living a solitude life.

Trust me I have no idea to what extent that would be.

But all I know right now, is that we are all living a solitude life. Don't get me wrong though, humans establish their lives based on communications. Without communications or interactions to another human being or a soul, there will be no foundation. There will hardly be any life. God, one could go crazy not speaking to anybody for such a long time.  The pain and suffering would be indescribable.

So you see we humans have this hole I guess, that can be filled and left empty. From time to time we fill it with something, anything. But you see, sometimes we also need to left it empty, let it have a space, let it breath.

This space is solitude. Some time for you. And just you. Not for anyone else. Sometimes I feel this hole that we need to left empty is for you and The One.

Just for you and The One.
And no matter how lonely others sees you, it's a shame because they can't see that this fortress of loneliness you built so high up, is just a mask.

Hiding this beautiful content feelings that wrapped you like a soft cloudy cotton-candy-ish around your body. So soft and so warm.

God and the best part is, only YOU can feel it.

January 29, 2015

A writer

The key to be a writer is to write. There's no other way, there's no other crossroad to run away. There's only this one path and it is to write. Simply, start writing.

Let me be honest with myself here. 
I am so happy when I'm writing, I feel so blessed, god I can't even put it into words but writing for me 
are not only some form of escapism. It's more. It's easy. You know how you struggle maths and science and explaining yourself to people sometimes? I mean yeah I struggle. I struggle so hard that it started to make me feel tired but nevertheless I never give up. But that was that, the struggle.


But then I started writing. And it's easy because I doesn't have to struggle. It's not a battle royale for me to put on words  on my thoughts. It's like breathing, it's easy, and it keeps you alive. I don't know how I shall explain, but I guess there's this different type of writers.

There's a witty writer, where someone writes and left an impact in your life, makes you think, makes you wonder. And then, there's this writer that is full of knowledge, they led you on information and current issues, they make everything feel more worthwhile, while of course reading their piece. Because you gain something you can use later.

And then there's me. 
A normal writer by heart. 

Here's a confession at 1 am in the morning. As much giddy as I am, and fun and hectic and lovely and funny and sometimes seems to be like a wild card, I on the other hand, is someone having a very hard time to express myself. If I'm angry or sad or tired or annoyed, I find it hard for me to express myself. 

But writing makes it easier.
I mean I can write all this thing hence all my previous post is emotional damn emotional I bet, but that's it.

I can only be emotional when I write. I can only express my emotions when I write. Because whenever I write things down, I feel like I've talked to someone although I never did. Of course some people read my blog but it's not a conversation. It's just me, I'm letting you to know me through my writing. (Which is mostly on my blog because I'm a fast typewriter and lazy handwriter) I always thought that I want to be a writer because I believed that I'm good at it, but truth is I'm not.

I'm not a good writer.
Albeit all this motivation I get from my friends and family and teachers.


I'm not.
Seriously. God, I'm far from it guys.
Way far from it.


And only now that I realized this. That I'm not that good, I mean I know that from the beggining but I had hopes that I can be good one day. Be that good writer that everyone claims me to be.


But I guess not.


It's okay though.
I still like to write.
No, I write because this is who I am.

I might not be good, but I write for who I am. My writing here is me. All me. Unedited.


This is where I learn to breath in, when words verbally suffocate me.

This is where I truly live :)




January 25, 2015

A sweet stranger



I never imagined that I'll get a friend out of total stranger, and today I did masha Allah. I was in a bus to go back to shah alam because I went back home for a little while after my AS which is so much fun with my bebigels. Allahu, my life is mostly surrounded by girls ☺️

And today ya rabb let me meet this sweet girl named Nani. She's only 18, done with high school just few months ago.

It's a long story actually on how I get on the bus, my mom was honestly reluctant to let me ride the bus but the ticket have been bought nevertheless and I'm pretty sure my mom was just being my mom, mom-paranoid which is annoying and yet still a cute one.

Rezekilah kot. While my mom thought that the bus was horrible or not the best one for me, ya rabb let me meet this little one Nani. I am until now very amazed to meet this sweetie as she keep on telling her stories and stuff like there's no barriers, there's no fences and she's so translucent and pure. She's a wild girl somehow, but a sweet wild kind.

This sweet stranger already asked for my number and asking me to meet her from times to times. She even promised to meet me this Friday (which honestly I'm still shocked till now) Allahu nani even asked me to go to Krabi with her, (krabi kat thailand tu korang tau tak yang air laut biru nak mam tu)

She's such a brave little girl, during her holiday now she's using her time to go traveling from one country to another. Such a braveheart, I mean my mom wouldn't even let me go back shah alam from tbs because she's worried sick about me.

But you see, meeting this sweet stranger actually give me a different insight. Wallahi this girl is so different from me, grew up perhaps in such a different  environment and whatever she's been through before is what makes her as what she is today.

The hardest part about knowing her and knowing her past is for me not to look so surprised when in truth I was in a state of shock. She's telling me that almost all her friends are married. Few past about her boyfriend that I should not enclosed here. And her dream to wear a hijab.

The last one is the one that makes me think and wonder the most. She's been wanting to wear a hijab because she like to see women now wearing shawl and lilit sana lilit sini. She actually likes that. But somehow it's hard for her because of people judging her. Of what the community around the place that she stayed at, would love to talk about her, aka backbiting aka 'makcik makcik ngumpat'

It makes you wonder, that our society is so hard to please. That this kind of people still exist, ya rabb how do we fix this society how do we remind them that they are your slave and they are not you, the Ultimate Judge that holds All the judge of your slave ya rabb?

And second, what makes me wonder is that how our muslimah fashion have evolve today. Some people might be a little radical and thought that our muslimah fashion nowadays have been a little bit out of control that we should not wear colors we should not dressed up so much cause it contradicts the code of being a muslimah.

But can't you see? That our evolution now encourages more people to wear hijab day by day. Some people may slay my opinion, saying that no one should wear a hijab for the sake of FASHION. That it is wrong if you do not wear a hijab for the One and Only.

But my dear, what kind of eyes do you possess by looking at someone and knew  her intentions more than she knew her intentions herself? Brothers and sisters, our origin is of the white. Fitrah kita yang baik baik. Sebab kita semua hamba Dia ada secebis atau sesiat sifat sifat Dia. Hijrah orang ni bukan untuk kita ni atau awak tu analyse. Hijrah orang tu pemberian Dia pada orang tu, dan refleksi awak untuk muhasabah.

Why?
Because in the end we all are the same.
Kita hamba.
Kita tak layak hukum hamba lain dengan hukum kita.


Seeloknya kita hukum diri sendiri dulu.
Tengok, kita ada dekat mana 
Dekat dekat tebing syurga Dia ke?
Dekat penjuru bahang Jahannam? 
Wallahualam.

January 19, 2015

Sebak

Aku tak tau nak cakap macamana.
Aku tak tau nak explain macamana.

Kau pernah tak rasa punya sebak satu malam sebab ingat dosa dosa kau yang takkan pernah habis.
Lepas tu kau ingat balik semua nikmat Allah bagi kau tapi kau tetap buat dosa dekat Allah.
Pastu kau ingat apa Rasulullah buat sepanjang dia hidup sepanjang dia bernafas yang dia sentiasa rindu kat kita yang dia sentiasa kisahkan kita tapi kita buat Islam yang dia juangkan sepanjang dia hidup ni macam tak ada erti apa apa?

Pernah tak kau rasa semua tu dalam satu malam lepas tu kau meraung melalak sensorang kat atas tikar sejadah sebab kau dah tak boleh nak cakap dengan siapa lagi dah sebab kau bukannya alim mana kau still pergi tengok wayang kau still pakai jeans ketat kau still tunjuk muka kau kat media social kau still berhias bila nak keluar rumah, pokok pangkal kau tak alim kau bukanlah perfect pun nak junjung Islam sebab kau punya lompong lompong tu masha Allah, tak terkira.


Tapi still, kau meraung atas tikar sejadah sebab benda macamnilah. Sebab kau tau kalau kau cerita kat orang dorang judge kau sebab kau still tak kemana. Tapi atas tikar sejadah tu bila kau baca al-fatihah dan setiap satu ayat tu kau tarik nafas baru sebab setiap satu ayat tu kau tau Allah dengar kau tau Allah acknowledged kau sebab tu kau nangis. Sebab Dia yang Maha Satu tu, yang punya SEMUA yang kau boleh jangkau dengan semua deria kau, balas setiap doa kau dalam al-fatihah yang kadang kau buat main tu.

Yang dalam pukul 3 pagi macamni kau tau Dia yang Gah seGahnya turun tunggu kau faz. TUNGGU KAU BANGUN. Nak dengar segala rintih Kau. Nak dengar segala ngadu Kau yang walhal kau duk Malaysia je semua selesa serba serbi Allah bagi tapi DIA TURUN FAZ DIA TURUN tunggu kau.

Tapi selama ni kau tak pernah nak bangun.
Selamba je hamba yang penuh noda ni tidur seolah dunia dan seisinya ni Kau yang punya.


Aku taktau macamana.
Tapi malam ni aku rasa sebak pukul 3 pagi aku ambil wudhu aku carik telekung dengan tikar sejadah aku. Aku bentang aku melalak meraung depan dia.

Benda yang dah lama aku tak rasa.
Sebab selalu aku meraung dekat Dia sebab sedih sebab mengadu.
Tapi kali ni aku meraung sebabnya satu.


Sebab aku rasa hina.
Sebab aku rasa rindu nak rasa jadi hamba.

Dan apa yang buat aku melalak lagi teruk bila aku sedar yang rasa ni Dia yang bagi.
Sebab Dia masih nak aku rasa.
Sebab Dia yang letakkan rindu ni dalam jiwa aku.

DIA WEH.
Ya rabb weh.

Yang ada SEMUA.
Masih nak aku ni.
Aku.
sehina hina manusia jahil yang masih jahil.
Nak aku ingat kat Dia.
Tolonglah weh.
Ambiklah bila pun satu malam kau. Rasa benda ni.
Sebab aku dah tak boleh nak explain dengan kata manusia.


Nikmatnya bila kau menangis sebab Dia.
Nikmatnya menangis mengenangkan dosa kau.
Nikmatnya menangis bila kau tersedar yang kau cuma hamba yang tak punya apa-apa.

P/s: melalak sebab baca blogpost sendiri yang sejam lepas. Aku pun tak paham aku ni kenapa sebenarnya. Kelakar betul duk runsing pasal jodoh yek ye oo padahal diri sendiri pun terkontang kanting. Diri sendiri pun tak berapa nak elok ada hati nak jodoh yang gah gah. Lol pastu nangis. Tapi takpelah, biar lah aku melalak sebab dosa dari benda rapuh macam manusia.

Dilemma urban islamic

Having this night talk with beautiful ladies and of course we mumble jumble about relationship, needed to bear in mind that I'm already 20. (Even the official moments are still 5 months away) and so we were talking about feelings and stuff of adulthood. Of future I might say. And of course sometimes I would say, "untunglah dah ada boyfriend aku apa pun takde" and these girls will be at my throat and yelling and screaming that I was the one who rejected people.

And I will fall silent.
Did I?

Even though I said all those words I know deep down I never meant it, that i would wish for a boyfriend. 

And rejecting people?
I don't even know if I did that. How did you reject people. What kind of act is a form of rejection?

Define rejection. 
Define accepting. 
Define relationship.

How can you be so sure of all that? That one person is your One.

How can you be so sure that the happiness you have now will be till the Last?

How can you be so sure, with all of that?
How can you be sure that it will not crush you in, so deep that you would never get back up again.

And how do you accept a person you haven't even seen.
Do you believe whatever you're seeing now is all that you can see?
Are you looking through a window or through some eagle eye?
Is s/he is all that?


Do you accept all that? All that is not all at all.


GOD. HOW DO YOU LOVE AND UNLOVE AND LOVE AGAIN?


I don't understand at all on how can you treat relationship so lightly that one day you decide to like/love one person and that one day you decide to not like/love that person ever again?

How can you love and unlove?

Won't it break you 
won't it rip you apart 
won't it crush you

And here I am still questioning this vague existence.

Ya Allah how can you love someone, my dear and think of another person at the same time? 

I can never define true Love as true Love is undefined, it comes from Him, it goes to Him.

But this love that ya rabb gives to you just for that one person. That you will love till your last day. That won't make you think of anyone else. That won't make you even doubt him/her even for a second, as a trade for someone else. 

A relationship that is certain that comes from Him.

I want that.
I don't know how and I don't know HOW.

But I know that exist and I want that wallahi I want that and only that. I can only love one. My heart can only love one. My heart is for one and One.

So now tell me, how can you be certain for that one and never hesitate in your life,  how can you go on and have that kind of relationship without a single doubt in your heart.

I mean, how can you be so happy in a relationship, when you know deep down it is ALL wrong.

That your love now betrays your Love There.

I would be lying if I never think on having relationship (young blood boils I guess) and yet I can never imagine myself having a relationship ya rabb. Sumpah I can't.

I can't imagine loving someone when You get so angry with me.

I can't imagine loving someone and losing your love.

I'm not saying I'm nice good grieve I'm the worst and He's the Merciful, he hides all my bad deeds masha Allah.

And so, how can you have a relationship with someone when it angers Him.

Or worst.

When it makes Him feels sad for you.
Cause you know what you know and you did what you did.

I never judged those having relationship wallahi I have no rights.
I never condemn them that they are cursed that they are bad that they are a freaking villain. No.
This is what I believed in.
This is what I hold in within.
Please don't take it personally to anyone reading this.
Sumpah demi Allah aku tulis blog ni aku create blog ni untuk aku untuk aku paham dunia untuk aku paham Aku. Untuk buat aku paham hidup Aku untuk Dia so tolong takde satu pun post aku untuk aku sakitkan hati orang.
Semua aku tulis dalam ni untuk betulkan aku.


Ah peritnya perasaan ni ya rabb.
Peritnya nak jawab soalan soalan yang takkan pernah habis ni ya rabb.
Peritnya sebab asyik ragu ya rabb.
Peritnya sebab asyik torn apart ya rabb.

But if all this pain of constant fear or guilt that I have towards you, if this one part of me that I'm protecting to not let you get more Angry towards me ya rabb as I am a constant sinner.

Then let it consumes me.


So.
Again.
Define rejection.
Define accepting.
Define relationship.


Sincerely,
From a very confused 20 years old girl,
Trying to define life.





change

it's 0119 19 January 2015.
It's 2015 and just like everyone else, I wished for a change.
And change comes, inevitably.

I got new roomates lol not that new, just that Sahi swap room with Alia (my former roomate) so we have new atmosphere in the house. And just like most of you can imagine, with Sahi in the room, my life couldn't get anywhere near dull with this talkative attractive bright little lady. 

Second, because my first month of 2015 is full with exam as I am currently taking my AS exam (Ya Allah let Fazira Kamaludin get 15 for her AS exam amin) *thanks for praying for me to anyone reading this :) So I've been developing this habit of praying at the most earliest time, straight after adhaan and I'll be on my knees to the One and Only. A habit that I should've done since the earliest of time I could distinguish between the act of Jannah or Jahanam. And yet after 20 years of living did I accomplish this. And Wallahi, those calmness when you pray on time, those blessed feelings can never be utter or type onto words. They are there, vanishing all those squirmy feelings you have in your heart and breath happiness onto your soul. I guess that's a step one in feeding your soul. I mean I kept feeding my tummy not remembering that my soul is the one that is everlasting and yet I let it starve, and day by day it rots a little bit. So, I have reflected on that and 2015 give me the chance for my soul to be whole again. 

Third, Sahi developed this habit of going Subuh at Surau and so this affected on me, jemaah at surau and by tomorrow it'll be my third day jemaah at Surau for Subuh, another attempt of me trying to feed my soul. And by jemaah at Surau, my whole five prayers will be complete, at the earliest time. This post is not a bragging I swear to Allah. There is nothing for me to brag as I am still his Worst servant trying to find her way back to Him. But insha Allah if I can let this habit of mine constant, istiqamah, then it would be great.


And fourth, I have to change class for the last sem. No more Nottingham which is super saiya sad cause I started to treasure my class, I personally believe that my class have a set of the most unique people and each one of us is so different and so special on our own. To have left that is saddening, but still we can always see each other, seek for help if we need to, I mean I only change class not like I change state: not yet. My new class will be called as newquay: rather odd isn't the name? And dominated by girls as 97% of the new class population is girl-genre so I have no idea what that would be but I hope everything is going to be fine. Insha Allah.


2015 by far is kinda special.
Kinda new and off the track,
unusual. 
But a best kind of unusual.


If 2015 is a track to go back to you my Rabb.
Then don't let me go astray.
Ihdinal sirattol mustaqim.
And forever guide me,
to the straight path.




To your path.
To you.
Cause there's nowhere I want to be, 
Except towards you.
With you.