Tadabbur #1

Salaam... alhamdulillah. Kenyangnya menikmati juadah sahur untuk puasa kedua. Heh, meskipun tidak seberapa, nikmatnya hanya Allah yang tahu. Subhanallah, Maha Suci dan Maha Pengasih Dia yang sentiasa menurunkan rezeki serta rahmat ke atas kita yang hidup barang sekadar sekelip mata ini. Tanpa kasihNya, siapakah yang mampu menurunkan rezeki.

"Amman haazalllazi yar zuqukum in`amsaka rizqah. Ballaju fi utuwwanufur" -Surahtul Mulk, ayat 21 

Maksudnya: "Siapakah yang mempu memberimu rezeki sedang Allah menutup rezekiNya? Bahkan mereka tetap sombong dan menjauhkan diri"

Sesungguhnya para pembaca sekalian, hidup kita di atas muka bumi hanyalah permainan sahaja. Seringkali manusia yang tersalah arah (berzina, ambil dadah, tukar jantina; misalnya) menyalahkan Tuhan untuk itu:- kata Tuhan tidak adillah, Tuhan kejam dan menciptanya sedemikianlah:- semua ini seratus-peratus alasan. Perkara sebegini memang tidak patut. Dan tidak adil kepada Tuhan kita. Saya tahu Dia tidak perlukan keadilan daripada kita, kerana keadilan itu mutlak milikNya. Cumanya; bersyukur adalah responsibilitas kita yakni juga hakNya sebagai Tuhan.

Cuba anda fikirkan keadaannya bila Dia tidak sayang kita. Maka adakah kita hidup senang? Makan cukup? Tidak, malah untuk hidup sekalipun tidak boleh tanpa rahmatNya!

"Allazi khalaqal mauta wal hayata liyabluakum ayyukum ahsanu amala; wahuwal Azizuul Ghafuur" -Surahtul Mulk, ayat 2 

Maksudnya: "Diciptakan (olehNya) kematian dan kehidupan untuk mengujidi antara kamu, siapakah yang lebih baik amalannya. Sesungguhnya Dialah yang Maha Perkasa lagi Maha Pengampun."

Oleh itu, marilah kita mulakan hari ini dengan mensyukuri nikmatNya dan bermohon kepadaNya. Sudah tiba masanya kita menganjak paradigma tidak bersyukur kepada kaca mata kasyukuran. Berkat Ramadhan`ul Mubarak ini, kita panjatkan setinggi-tinggi doa kepada Dia Pemilik Alam. Semoga diampunkan dosa-dosa kita; serta dosa-dosa orang yang kita minta diampunkan jua.

Dan kita juga meletakkan sebesar-besar husnul zhonbillah kepada Allah SWT, agar dipermudah bukan saja hidup, bahkan mati dan selepas mati kita. InshaAllah..

Without Utterance #7

Selamat datang Ramadhan. Dah syaitan, pergi main hauj-jauh!

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Salaam...

Hubungan semakin renggang. Saya ada seorang kawan, dan semakin hari semakin renggang rasanya persahabatan kami. *Politik!?* Saya rasa tidaklah. Dia sudah matang untuk tidak tertipu dengan perkara seremeh politik (dan ini bukan pasal Zudien, Si Gurujiwang itu. Kami sudah berbaik.. OK!) *Rihlah!?* Entahlah, semakin jarang lawat beliau, sebab itu kot. HAHAHA, tidak sangka pernah jadi kawan dia.

Wehh~

Perubahan demi perubahan; dan saya termasuk dalam revolusi itu. Sudah pilih imej begini (ingat dalam entri jauuuuh sebelum ini: mahu kekal atau berubah. Saya pilih berubah, maka berubahlah saya.) *Yassin, kena teruskanlah* yang penting kita tahu melabel diri-sendiri, kan? Tidak boleh/guna berterusan sedih begini. HAHAHA... hidup mesti ceria, jauh dari duka. YEAH!! :D

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(menelan keperitan).

Sakit, wehh. Sangat sakit.

Maaf, si cicak chumil. Terpaksa guna kau untuk menggambarkan saya ketika ini. .n_n.

Kengerian Melanda

Salaam... apakah anda penggemar gambar-gambar ngeri? Obses dengan *darah, daging yang berselerakan dan otak yang bersepaian?* Adakah anda cukup kuat dan cukup berani untuk menghadapi maut; terutamanya maut yang ngeri *tahap badan-putus-sepuluh?* Lawatilah dua situs (wehh, Bahasa Indonesia) yang sangat menarik ini. Cekidot dan salam jempol:

!!! Tragis !!!

 Kari Ngeri Blog

The Hidden Obsession

Salaam...

For those who do not know me well *well, all do not know you well. You are a  #FOREVERALONE guy*, I am a photogenic. But I am not that kind of photogenic guy you are thinking. I love taking pictures and ...and ...and editing `em is the most wonderful thing I could ever cherished.

I could and would spend hours and hours editing a single photo. Though it can cause extremely powerful cramp at the neck, fingers and butt, it worth the stake. Here is one edited picture. I did this in about ten minutes. Its just... 

"Life is not about walking and racing along the road; it is about crossing it"

Hope to hear your guys' comment, critique or whatsoever that can boost/aid me. I would love to listen.

The Last Winter After Tomorrow

Silent water, flowing slow,
Is keeping a secret.
A consensus of the Forgiven,
And the Forgotten.
Where a sacred kingdom is trusted,
To be protected. 

I disturbed the surface of it,
And instantly, the muted pristine flew away,
Up to the calm, blue and cloudless;
Sky.  

Silhouettes cast on the bluish horizon;
Of snow. Where footsteps left behind,
And where drops of blood are kept frozen,
Hardened. 

I long for rains to fall,
For sun to bake the wet soil,
For weak geysers to once again boil,
For cozy fur and warm tent; where I can coil,
         Up to hours,
         And hours.
For moon to lustrously shines; so that I could bask under it,
It is crazy, I know.
But alone in this winter:- everything seems to be warm-giving. 

Ironically then, I hope this is not the last winter after tomorrow. 

Tidak Mengira Tujuan: Haram adalah Haram!

Salaam. Saja ingin menjelaskan suatu perkara. Bersuluh, ya bersuluh. Namun kabut masih tebal. Jerebu masih menyesakkan; tuntutan bukan sebab jujur penentangan *lari topik*. Oh ya, tidak kiralah anda;

1. Mempertahankan bahasa ibunda, kah.

 

2. Syi`ah, kah.

3. Lawan Hosni Mubarak, kah.

 4. Lawan Kerajaan alternatif (Pembangkang), kah.

6. Mahupun tuntut keBERSIHan undi.

Kamu semua perlu baca pautan ini: Kata-kata Mufti Besar, Hadith dan Titah Sultan. Wajib!

*P/S: Dan ini bukan fatwa. Ini seruan, supaya telus penghakiman. Wallahu`alam.*

Keterdesakan

Salaam..baru-baru ini, saya berdiskusi secara maya dengan beberapa orang manusia yang menyokong bersih. Saya mengutarakan hadith yang melarang kita untuk menentang pemimpin yang mendirikan solat; walau bagaimana zalimpun dia. Seorang bersetuju, manakala dua orang lagi tidak. Ada satu, Mohd Noh namanya; menuduh Perdana Menteri Malaysia, Datuk Seri Najib tidak mendirikan solat, asal saja dia boleh menghalalkan penentangannya terhadap Perdana Menteri kita. Mula-mula rancak perdebatan, sekali di akhirnya... ahh, baca sajalah di bawah ini:

Saya hairanlah... mengapa mereka terdesak sangat ah, untuk menjatuhkan Perdana Menteri kita? Sampai memfitnah beliau, mengingkari hadith, dan melanggar ijtihad Salafussoleh dan Ahl `Ul-Hadith. Begitu sekali mereka! Apapun, saya bukan pro-UMNO, saya cuma pro-Islam dan itu menuntun kepada pro-pemimpin. Saya sudi berdiskuis dan berkongsi pendapat, terbukalah kiranya.

"Sekiranya kamu berada di bawah pemerintah-pemerintah yang menyuruhkan kamu mendirikan sembahyang, menunaikan zakat dan berjihad, maka haramlah ke atas kamu mencaci mereka dan halallah bagi kami mengikut mereka".     

(Riwayat Al-Tabrani)

I Hate You, Fellas~

Salaam... Democracy.

Oh how I hate this system being implemented amongst students *WHY!?* please stop at asking "why", Sven. Back me up, OK?

Because they use it to burden me. I was appointed by our GERKO lecturers as a club secretary. Heck~the hatred of being an "important" person is one thing, and the hatred of having to write every single word our lecturers say is another. I damn hate writing!!! -heaven-

"Thanks" people for using *I'd rather say; abusing/misusing* your democratic force to vote me. Hate it. And hate all of you.

Sedih

Salaam..sori lagu sedikit jiwang *karat* WAHAHA--cuma berusaha mengekspresikan diri sehabis baik, inilah jadinya. *Kenapa pilih lagu piano karat ini?* itulah masalahnya, saya main tekan ja. Pertama kali dengar, teringat kat keluarga di Korea sana *WEH!! Sudah berangan tu, terus kepada isi* baiklah, baiklah.. gurau jalah.

Beberapa hari lalu, saya berhubung dengan kawan sekolah lama melalui laman sosial maya; Facebook *sebenarnya, perkara ini sudah lama saya perasan, baru hari ini mau cerita*. Sedih.. kan kami buat 'Group', dan ada kemudahan ber'Chat' sama-sama (Group Chat). Satu kali tu, dorang mulakan satu perbincangan dan saya masuk menyampuk.. Tahu apa jadi??

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TIDAK DILAYAN!!!!!!!!!! GEMOLAH KAMU SEMUA EX-SKOOLMATESKU *BAIKLAH, BUKAN SEMUA* TAPI MASIH GEMOO DAN SARAT DENGAN KEBONCITAN!!!

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Saya tanam dalam hati, pendam dalam-dalam. Tapi ke-tidak puas hati-an itu menggelegak, dan terus memuntahkan dirinya *eww??* di sini, di blog tercinta ini. Huhuu~sampai hati mereka mengendahkan saya. Bro Nadiah, Abang Dien dan Kaka Rahi; saya rindu sangat-sangat-sangat dengan 'Group' kita... mafkan saya kerana memecah belahkan kita semua. Huhuu~ 

Rindu mau berbual dengan kamu semua melalui Kumpulan itu...wahaha, tiap malam bha, bertalian di Internet dengan kamu semua-semua. Sangat berharga dowh :') Tapi saya faham dan perasan, yang keadaan tidak boleh pulih dengan seratus-peratus, seperti mula-mula dulu *Yassin, jangan ungkit lagilah* tidaklah :).

Itu saja.

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*(P/S: Boleh tidak, jika kita mulakannya semula?)*

Death

"Without dying, living is just as empty as not existing"

Salaam... hello, this post probably is the finishing sequel of the theme 'Death'. Strange, aite? ..that the most fundamental question known to man is the shortest to be discussed, and the hardest to be revealed. Death is a mystery, indeed.

Now you may find it weird when a boy; an immature kid to be exact, talking about death. Well, from a normal human perspective, I am only nineteen. But when we fit into Islamic view, nineteen is all too old. Longevity in Islam is unknownable, so it is equally fair for us to say that youngness is also an unknown subject. So in Islam, age does not speak. Personality is.

I know, I am nobody. I may have no qualification to talk about this "prestigious" theme. But let me share my thought. Be fair with me, okay?

Two previous posts were just rubbish, are not them? They merely talked about myself and problems that revolved *and revolve* around me. Sorry me for that private and un-academic posts. I got carried away with personal problems *personal stuff should never be mixed with social intern*. Anyway, let me begin this writing by stating the significance of those preceding posts.

Like me, each and everyone of us have problem(s). It is just that, we are to ashame, egoistic, secretive, conservative and orthodox to share them. We have been overwhelmed by the notion, "I could resolve these by my own" and as a normal being, I have been there, too. Countless time.

Problem is our best friend, according to Lenka's 'Trouble Is a Friend' song. Problem drives us to our maximum performance and thus replenishes the best of our potence. We are stronger than what we look like. We have been created that way.

The question that raises after that proved to be more baffling than its previous adjacent. Why God created us that way? Well frankly--me too am unable to answer that conclusively. I can merely be speculative: God created us that way so that we could interact. So that we could realize that we are not perfect and constantly need support. The quote, "We will always have the room for improvement"--which is quite true to me--proves that we will always be a weak creature. We shall be forever, haunted by weaknesses.

Talking about weaknesses, I bet you can answer this: "What is man's biggest weakness?". Answer, death. Undoubtedly, death is our gravest disadvantages. Things do not just stop there, dear. Death gives birth to thousands more unanswered questions which give the same magnitude of unsurety to us.

Why we die? How will we die? What there is in the serving plate after our death and a whole lot more questions. These questions are unevitable to a thinker's head. Death lurks in every corner of road, every crevasse and in every hole of darkness. Death is unpredictable and unavoidable. Ask yourself, right now, "When will you die?"

Maybe, we can never answer that. Maybe, we are fated to be that way with hikmah. The important thing is to ask another homogenous question: "Are you ready?"

I am not, if you ask me. That is all from me, thank you.

..and for you guys' attention; death would surely not come in this form. 

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Ask Him for anything you want; and He may not give you.He gives you what you need, and thing bezillion times worths than what you have wished.

Salaam..second post for this day. Huh~I am in total boredom. So, what is the topic? Hmm, not budging; still about self-realization. 

Brothers and sisters, at the very first time I write this blog, I knew that I am taking risks *what risks?* Sven, being my closest friend, you know what I am talking about... it is about the words and sentences that have been written here (in this blog). How many have I hurt? Its countless. So readers, sorry me; I beg you guys' apology.

I was being myself, yet I felt uneasy with it. I often found myself in the midst of thousands of junctions. Each junction yells, "Yassin, come here! This is you fate...". Was it easy to choose which path? No! 

So I know that my personality that I have come to pick as my image may hurt somebody. I know my hand may have slain a soul; somewhere without my knowledge. I knew these risks.

I wrote this blog, I picked the best words; the most well-mannered one. It is intended to not hurting anybody *or to the most minimum number possible*. But by doing that, I hurt myself. In order to satisfy others, I made myself into a hypocritic being.

Just dump that tagline, "Blog Ini Semestaku". It is not. Now I know how much have I diverged myself. I need a/to change. Maybe I should stop at writing :(

Say me, "poyo", "karat" or whatsoever; at last I know I should be mature ans sincere. I should think hard for myself and my family. Being isolated, alone in the dark. Reading books endlessly just to excel *but, that would hurt you!* If that is meant to be, so be it.

Sven, I am having personality problems right now. I know not what to do with myself; either constantly being the former Yassin, or being a new Yassin; a more solitude one. I do not know.

*I am good at giving advices, yet I, myself am dying inside. Within this skinny body, a tortures soul. I really want to be out of this mess*. Now how hypocritical more can it be when the king is the slave? Irony.

The adzaan have been recited. I need to seek help from my Creator. Maybe He has the solution. Salaam..

#175: Me

Salaam...I think there is no, sulking at the corner of the room; waiting for someone to persuade me. This blog has to run as I have promised to myself *and to readers, if any*. Okay, let us talk about the latest song I have widgeted on this blog, the ona that you are hearing right now. 

Death.

I have come to realize that recently, I was being more and more ignorant. I did my Fajr prayer at 7.00AM. I did many sins/mistakes and yet, none have been overcome by me. I hate being this kind of people and I really, really hate myself upon delving into me. Who am I and what I should be, really?

There were so many things I would like to undo and redo. Its just that, the past *and the present* keeps on haunting me. I always felt indifferent to it; I pretend that the things *sins* I did as an involuntary actions. I hate that excuse so much. But yet, its the only thing I would think of, once seeing what I have done. 

I always hope that Allah SWT will bless me with hidayah. I could not resist myself by doing that. I do.

There shoes that I am wearing, I hope no one will. Let me be the only human being this wrecked: hypocritic, self-centered and ignorant. And whilst writing this, I am listening to the song; what more would you expect that a bewildering soul, looking for light.

I know what I did were *note: "were"* wrong. But I just could not get over it.. its to heavy to beshouldered, to be overcome. Had I have the power to destroy this misbehaviour, I would give all I have. But then, that will surely makes me something whom in loss.

*No, Yassin.. sacrificing your whole life for Paradise is not a loss; it is a gain!*

Sven, I do hope that what you have just said as something that is so easy to be done. It is not. 

Dear Readers

Salaam...just want to tell you guys that I will depart off this cosmos for some time. Need to put myself back to gether. DUH!DUH!DUH! What an unfortunate to have been the one whom being mistaken *or maybe it was you whom mistaken* sorry if I am/was. Nadiah, thanks for your comment. Really appreciate it.

Peace.