Mesir dan Morsi, 3 July 2013.

Salam alaik.

This post is about Egypt. Saya rasa dunia telah digegarkan dengan pergulingan Dr Morsi, Presiden Mesir yang sah oleh Angkatan Tentera.

Bagi mereka yang tidak tahu, boleh la ambil cakna kerana hal ini tidak hanya berkaitan dengan mesir semata-mata. Ini ada kaitannya dengan ISLAM ! dengan ummah !

Saya tidak ingin menceritakan secara detail tentang hal ini kerana saya yakin ada orang yang lebih layak untuk menceritakannya. Cuma satu yang saya pinta, mohon jangan mempercayai sebulat-bulat cerita oleh mana-mana pihak. Kebenaran hanya Allah yang tahu.


Di malam hari ketika keputusan oleh Angkatan tentera diumumkan, kami menanti dengan penuh sabar. Hanya Allah yang tahu bertapa kami berharap agar Dr Morsi tidak diletakkan jawatan. Hanya Allah yang tahu bertapa kami memohon agar kabulkan doa penyokong Dr Morsi di Rabaah Adawiyah dan hancurkan rancangan jahat laknatullah pembangkang!

Kencang twitter/ facebook dengan semangat pelajar malaysia yang berada di mesir. Sekencang angin.

Dan detik keputusan itu diumumkan (dalam bahasa arab so kami tunggu update dalam bahasa melayu) , kedengaran sorakan kegembiraan, balingan mercun, bungi api dan hon-hon kereta serta kenderaan. Ya Allah, meriah sungguh. Dan itu membuatkan kami tertanya-tanya, apa yang mereka gembirakan? Menangkah Dr Morsi? atau sebaliknya?

Disaat kami membaca update status di facebook yang mengatakan Angkatan Tentera mengambil alih kerajaan mesir, masa bagai terhenti seketika. jantung, hati dan segala organ jatuh bagaikan kaca terhempas ke batu. Pecah berderai.

hanya air mata yang dapat dibayangkan di setiap wajah pelajar malaysia di mesir.


Pilu ya Allah. Sedih ya Allah. Geram ya Allah.

Twitter dan facebook sekali lagi dibanjiri dengan kesedihan mereka.

dan disaat itu, aku bersyukur.
kerana Mesir mengajar aku erti ummah, erti persaudaraan islam.
dan aku dapat lihat bertapa mereka bersemangat dan sanggup jihad dijalanNya demi mempertahankan mesir dan ISLAM !

AllahuAkbar!
SubhanAllah :')

dan bahawasanya, kami sebenarnya ada jihad kami tersendiri. Tak lain tak bukan, esokkan hari adalah hari peperiksaan kami. Tapi kami hanya mampu berdoa semoga Allah membantu hambaNya diluar sana yang inginkan syahid dan mempermudahkan urusan kami iaitu peperiksaan akhir semester.
aminn

Doakan . Do Doakan mesir . Doakan Pimpinan Dr Morsi . Doakan kami .

Ujian T.T

Assalam.

Mesir . Mesir . Mesir .

Always teach me something about life.

Mesir = Ujian

Tak pernah lekang .

Sentiasa kena REDHA, SABAR, KUAT, TABAH and SYUKUR.

" Saya tengok awak banyak sangat kena ujian. dan ujian yang awak kena hadapi selalu besar dan berat. Bagi saya, ujian saya dah cukup berat tapi bila saya tengok awak, awak lagi berat rupanya. Kadang-kadang saya cemburu sebab saya rasa Allah hanya pandang awak. "

anonymous ~~

" Saya tahu saya tak kuat dan Allah sedang kuatkan saya dengan ujian. "

RSARA ~~

" Ujian itu macam peperiksaan kat dunia. Peperiksaan menjadi kayu ukur IQ kita. Semakin banyak belajar, semakin susah peperiksaan, kan? SPM lebih susah dari PMR, university exam lagi susah dari SPM, kan? 

Sama je macam UjianNYA. Kayu ukur kekuatan kita. Semakin lama semakin berat ujian sebab kita dah semakin kuat. "

Senior ~~

"And if Allâh touches you with hurt, there is none who can remove it but He; and if He intends any good for you, there is none who can repel His Favour which He causes it to reach whomsoever of His slaves He wills. And He is the Oft-Forgiving, Most Merciful "

[ Yusuf : 107 ]

Kekuatan datang dari Allah

Assalam.

Everything that happens around us has it own reason.

Sungguh.

Demi Allah , aku tak kuat !

TAPI

Kerana Allah, aku harus kuat !

Humaira' : Mus'ab kena kuat! Jangan nangis !

Second chance of LIFE :')

Assalam .

Alhamdulillah. Baru lepas breakfast with IndoMeeeeee . Today is 8 April 2013, right (?) hurmmm, itu bermakna esok 9 april 2013 and I have exam . Midterm exam Module 5 Blood.. Oh my Allah, result semester lepas pun tak keluar lagi, sekarang dah masuk midsem . Hidup budak MEDIC 

*flashback26March2013*

Like always, I was walking alone to class. *foreveralone*  and I was wearing my earphone. Berjalan sambil berfikir. Macam-macam dalam otak. Pasal nak pindah rumah, pasal pelajaran, pasal internet rumah yang dah dekat seminggu rosak and I haven't skype with my family yet *rindu*  and so on. 

Dan seperti biasa, I have to cross landasan tram aka train or LRT buruk yang sangat lembab macam siput . Erggkh 

Semasa melintas, saya nampak that tram was about to reach the station but I was out of my mind on that time. I thought that I passed it but SUDDENLY, I heard makciksss arab jerit ! and tak sempat me pandang kiri kanan ...... DUSSHHHHHHH !!!  I feel like I was on the air flyinggg~~ On that time, I was hearing lagu Astagfirullah by Hafiz Hamiddun. and that background music was exactly on time. I feel like this is the end of my life and yet I don't talk with my family. 

"Macam nie je hidup aku? Allah. *Mengucap* "

I don't ask forgiveness from my parents yet. From my teachers, friends, seniors and the most important is that I don't TAUBAT for my sin yet .

This thing once hit me but I'm still alive. Alhamdulillah. Pengalaman yang tak dapat dikutip dimana-mana.

Tiap-tiap yang berjiwa akan merasakan mati. Kami akan menguji kamu dengan keburukan dan kebaikan sebagai cobaan (yang sebenar-benarnya). Dan hanya kepada Kamilah kamu dikembalikan [Al-Anbiyaa' : 35]

Then someone grab me ! Put me besides. Tepuk-tepuk muka. Curah air, renjis air, cucuk my hidung with minyak wangi  . My body feel weak. I can't move them. I can but I won't open my eyes. Then, alhamdulillah ada senior yang ride that tram turun and tengok apa yang berlaku. She's in shock ! Student Malaysia (?) Kena langgar tram (?) Perempuan (?) Di pagi hari (?) Allahu ! I can heard that akak voice was shaking. Asked for handphone because she's out of credit. and biasa la orang arab, mana nak faham english. Luckily, that scene was near a hospital. One of the pakcik aka ammu then angkat me like a princess   masuk taksi and hantar ke hospital with that kakak. Masuk hospital, ammu tuh menjerit cakap kat semua orang dalam hospital 

" This kid was hit by a tram !!! " ... 

Then satu hospital bising. Nurse semua kalot and he put me down in bed  . 

Tiba-tiba ku kedengaran suara Lelaki (?) Melayu (?) in my ward (?) with my condition like this (?)  .. 

Ohhh, awak! Sila jangan datang and masuk tengok saya.  

Rupanya kakak tu pinjam phone that guy. Huhuhu. She called segala AJK Perubatan Cawangan Iskandariah (PCI). 

And condisi saya? I felt weak. Tak boleh nak gerak badan. My right ankle sakit. Hard to breath. Backpain. and yang penting TRAUMA .

But Alhamdulillah. After buat x-ray right ankle, there's nothing wrong. and the doctor told me to take rest for 4 days. 

Alhamdulillah. Badan sihat. Tapi hati (?) Perasaan (?) 

Yes ! I'm down. So down ! I'm disappointed with myself because I couldn't even take care of my own body.  

" Nasib baik Allah sayangkan awak lagi tau ! Bagi hidup lagi! " - Anonymous

Ya ! Allah masih sayangkan saya. dan Dia sedang menegur saya agar tidak hanyut dalam lautan dunia. Dunia yang sementara. Dunia yang hanya persinggahan sebelum destinasi yang PASTI iaitu mati. 

Astaghfirullah . Astaghfirullah. Astaghfirullah.

Ya Allah, jadikanlah segala ujian yang ditimpa ke atasku sebagai kafarah dosa-dosa lalu ku. Ya Allah, ampunilah dosa kedua ibubapaku, keluargaku, sahabatku, guruku. Ampunilah ya Allah. Jangan engkau timpai mereka dengan ujian yang berat sepertimana apa yang aku rasa sekarang ini ya Allah. Sungguh aku tidak mahu mereka merasa sakitnya ujian ini ya Allah. 

Sungguh. Ini cerita benar. Tiada tokok tambah. Selepas apa yang berlaku, saya rasa takut untuk melakukan dosa. Kenapa? Sebab ini baru azab dunia, bukan azab neraka lagi . Allahu . Allahu . Allahu . 

Tapi saya juga manusia biasa. Kadang-kadang ingat. Kadang-kadang lalai. Tapi, dengan izin Allah, saya sedang mengubah diri yang lemah ini. Step by step. Yes, step by step but FAST ! takut tak sempat lagi sekali . 

Kesudahan cerita, I was really down. and I don't know how to tell my parents about that accident. They must be worried. Sudah pasti ! Anak gadis mereka (?) di negara orang (?) kena langgar tram (?) .. I told my sisters. and I guessed my sister told them but I don't know how's she explained it to mama and papa. 

Mama called me on the other day. 

Aisyah, everything okay kan? Aisyah kan kuat ..  -Mama

Yes, mama! I'm a strong girl 

Semoga pembaca mendapat ibrah/pengajaran from my true story. 

dan buat julung-julung kalinya, saya membenarkan anda menshare entry ini.

 

Why read the Qur'an when we do not understand arabic?

Why read the Qur’an when we do not understand arabic?

An old American Muslim lived on a farm in the mountains of eastern Kentucky with his young grandson. Each morning Grandpa was up early sitting at the kitchen table reading his Quran. His grandson wanted to be just like him and tried to imitate him in every way he could.

One day the grandson asked, “Grandpa! I try to read the Quran just like you but I don’t understand it, and what I do understand I forget as soon as I close the book. What good does reading the Qur’an do?”

The Grandfather quietly turned from putting coal in the stove and replied, “Take this coal basket down to the river and bring me back a basket of water. The boy did as he was told, but all the water leaked out before he got back to the house. The grandfather laughed and said, “You’ll have to move a little faster next time,” and sent him back to the river with the basket to try again.

This time the boy ran faster, but again the basket was empty before he returned home. Out of breath, he told his grandfather that it was impossible to carry water in a basket, and he went to get a bucket instead.
The old man said, “I don’t want a bucket of water; I want a basket of water. You’re just aganot trying hard enough,” and he went out the door to watch the boy try in.

At this point, the boy knew it was impossible, but he wanted to show his grandfather that even if he ran as fast as he could, the water would leak out before he got back to the house. The boy again dipped the basket into river and ran hard, but when he reached his grandfather the basket was again empty. Out of breath, he said, “See Grandpa, it’s useless!”
“So you think it is useless?” The old man said, “Look at the basket.”

The boy looked at the basket and for the first time realized that the basket was different. It had been transformed from a dirty old coal basket and was now clean, inside and out. Son, that’s what happens when you read the Qur’an. You might not understand or remember everything, but when you read it, you will be changed, inside and out. That is the work of Allah in our lives.”

Krik. Krik. Krik

Please don't feel free to read this entry as this is nothing to do with you guys.

Sebuah entry untuk mereleasekan tension seketika.

#ExamWeek

Assalamualaikum

This is the second one.

I don't no why, 

but I really need a place to keep calm.

I'm sorry if this entry annoyed anyone.

Because this is my blog. 

And I don't ask anyone to follow it.

That's why I never post this blog public.

Only people I trust know the existing of this blog.

So sorry readers...

It's getting harder.

and I must become stronger!

Senang bagi mereka berkata-kata

Hanya yang berada dikasut saya yang faham

Medic's life isn't FUN!

Medic's life make you feel like giving upppppppppp!

and STUDY ABOARD isn't FUN tooo.

Please be grateful in what you have.

You may cakap

"Untung la study oversea."

Dan saya nak tanya,

APA YANG UNTUNGNYA?

Jauh dengan famili. Untungkah?

Hidup berdikari. Untungkah?

Nak adapt dengan situasi. Take a lot of time. Untungkah?

Di anak tirikan after grad oleh negara sendiri. Untungkah?

Diperlekehkan oleh rakyat disini. Untungkah?

No one taking care of you and no one mind your business. Untungkah?

Problems with your house, housemates, friends. Untungkah?

BUT

Alhamdulillah

Allah choose me

As HE wants me to be more stronger in the future.

As He know that this is the best for me.

Ya Allah, Berikanlah hambaMU ini kekuatan untuk menimba ilmuMU .

Ya Allah, Jadikanlah aku seorang hamba yang bersyukur dengan segala nikmatMU.

Semester 1 bakal berakhir.
Exam End of Module?
Hanya mampu geleng kepala dan berdoa pada Allah.
Dapat lulus pon jadilah.
Markah lulus saja pon dah 60%.
Kalau fail, kena reset paper.
Ya Allah, minta jauh.
Semester 2 bakal bermula.
Dengan Module yang lagi tough.
Mampukah aku meneruskan perjuangan ini?


Skyping with my mom.
as I want to cry.
But whenever I saw her face smiling at me,
I couldn't do that.
Deep inside my heart,
There's storm and heavy rain
How I really wish to show them how hard am I here
Suffering.
feeling like give up.
crying out badly.

and Yes, I know that Allah is the best Listener.
I trust on HIM.
But still,
I need someone to comfort me.
I need someone to support what I'm doing right now.
I want someone to keep me on this route.

My mom said that she glad that I'm okay here.
Not crying like a little girl.
Telling her that I want to go home.
Just like when I having a hard time during SPM at Pekan.

You just don't know, mom.
This smile is just a fake one.
Just to make sure you don't worry about me.

p/s: This entry is written as I'm in stress mood for exam preparation .
It's Biochemistry.
Only mereka yang dah belajar biochem yang memahami situasi ini.
Hope for the best. 

End of Module !

It's Final of semester 1 !

Yeahhhh!

Winter Break is coming!!!!!

But

NOW, I'm suffering T_T

End of Module exam was a nightmare.

I don't dare to look at the mirror.

My face turns blue.

My eyes swollen.

Ya Allah, permudahkanlah.

Ya Allah, tenangkan lah hatiku.

Ya Allah, kuatkan lah daya ingatan ku.

Ya Allah, berikanlah apa yang terbaik untukku.

I'm no one.

Don't put high expectation on me.

I'm not a genius.

Saya bukan study 24 hours.

Saya bukan ingat satu buah buku.

I'm only a normal student.

and I don't have that extranormal rajin.