The Price of Miracle

It was a long time ago in a small village at Kedah.

A little girl went to her tiny bedroom and pulled a bottle from its hiding place in the closet. She poured the coins out on the floor and counted it carefully. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes.

After finish counting, she carefully placing the coins back in the bottle and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door slowly without her parents noticing her and made her way to the small town to go to the drug store.

It took her almost half an hour to arrive at the pharmacy.

Forgive me ibu...

Son : Ibu...

Ibu : Yes my son...

Son : Can I ask u something?

Ibu : U can ask me anything my dear son. What is it?

Son : I think I want to move out from here and follow my friends to work at the city ibu.

Ibu : What?

Son : Yes ibu. We are too poor ibu. I want to go and work at the city to try my luck there. Who know someday I’m gonna be rich and famous. I can change our family fate ibu.

Congratulation Security Guards

At the mall, two security guards are patrolling together around the parking lot, and they chatting.

Ravi : Abu, I’m so hungry la.

Abu : Why Ravi? U didn’t eat this morning? U diet aa Ravi? It’s too late la for u to diet Ravi, u r too fat to diet la.

Ravi : No I’m not diet la Abu. My wife packed all the breakfast this morning and gave it to our children to eat at school during the recess.

Abu : Why is that? You didn’t give money to your children to eat at the school?

Ravi : I did. But today, my eldest son, Kumar, need money to buy a text book. So I had no choice, I need to give that money to Kumar because his teacher keep asking him to buy the book. So I got no money left, that’s why my wife packed the breakfast for them to eat at the school. No breakfast left for me.

Lifeline 4 Gaza - Break The Siege

“I will give u a lot.” said the Jew.

“What did u mean?” replied Sultan Abdul Hamid II.

“Listen carefully, I will make u rich, ur country rich” Jew said in confident.

“I don’t get it, explain.” Sultan Abdul Hamid II was confused.

“I will give u 35 million worth of gold. I will exploit the newspaper to maintain ur good name when facing the west authority, I will pay all the Turkey Uthmaniyah Government’s debt, I will build a university with a complete modern equipment, I will help to improve ur country economy, improve the transportation here.” Jews answered proudly.

“Why would u want to do that?” asked Sultan Abdul Hamid II.

“For only one small reason” said Jew.

“And the reason is?”

“I want u to give me permission to open a Jew company near the Jerusalem. This company will be responsible to buy a left land around Palestine to make as home and farm to Jewish citizen”

Sultan Abdul Hamid II was surprised. His face turned red. Then he said,

CHAPTER 1 : The Accident

On Sunday evening, March 7, 2010, Fared is getting ready to start his journey from point A to point B. It’s kind of long journey, around 100km, so Fared wearing his glove and his jacket to show off how masculine he is when he wearing them. Then he started his bike, the shiny and good looking NAZA GTR, brand new, that he just bought a year ago using his own money, aka his mother’s and eldest brother’s money. [hehe]

While he’s waiting for the engine to warming up, Fared take a look at the skies. The sun is shining, the birds is chipping,

“Hmm, it is a good day, with a beautiful weather”, he said to himself, smiling.

Dialogue between Palestine, Egypt, and Israel.

Palestine : Why u did this to us?

Egypt : Did what?

Palestine : Stop pretending. You know what I mean.

Egypt : No, I'm not!

Palestine : Fine, let me tell u silly, about the tunnel, why u blocked the tunnel?

Egypt : Owh, about that. Sorry, I strongly think that’s my territory, so I got the right to do whatever that I want. Besides, I just want to stop u from smuggling.

Palestine : YES I know that’s ur territory. But u knew how Israel blocked our supplies for foods, oils, and all necessities from coming in, and if not because of the tunnel, we already die in starvation. Now u want to block the tunnel. How could u do this to us? We are brothers! Please don’t forget that this world is not belong to us, its belong to Allah The Almighty! Thou just lend it to us!

The Story of 14 years old boys who want to learn English language.

I got emails from few of my friend in couple of months ago, asking me about how to improve in English. I simply said that I don’t know, because me myself also not good and fluent in English. Unfortunately they were not satisfied with my answer. Last night, one of them texting me again, forcing me and asks me to write about it in my blog.

Okay guys, listen carefully, first, I would like to highlight here that my English is also very poor. Seriously guys, I just know a little. I bet u guys who reading my blog right now are better and fluent in English more than me.

The value of short friendship,,,

11.30p.m.

“HERE is your seat belt”
“oh, ya, thanx”

1.00a.m.

“sir, do u wanna swap your seat with me?” as she pulled my shirt sleeve to gain my attention coz I’m wearing earphone
“sorry?” while I removing my earphone
“do u wanna swap your seat with me?”
“why?”
“no, because I see that you are not very comfortable, I don’t mind to swap seat with u”
“oh, no2, it’s okay, I’m fine with this, thanks though”
“are u sure? Coz I’m happy to do that for u”
“nah, I’m sure, it’s okay, appreciate”
“okay then” smiling at me..

Merdeka Celebration at mamak stall

Burrpppp,,
Alhamdulillah,,kenyang,,

“Wah,it’s already 12a.m” I told my friends while looking at my watch,,
Like usual, me and my friend were happily with our routine, ‘mengeteh’ at mamak stall,

“What about 12a.m??” asked my friend. He puzzled as suddenly I mentioned about time as before this we never care about time when we were so busy enjoying our ‘teh tarik’ and ‘roti canai’ while talking about football, cars, politics, etc,

“Its Merdeka dude! owh sh*t, You didn’t even remember!!, you are so busted dude!!”

“owh, ops,awww, its already 31st August,” (blushing) then , “it’s not that I forgot dude, it’s just I don’t remember,,,say,, like an hour” tried to cover his silly reaction,,

“errgghh, stop acting like a silly boy”
“no I’m not”
“unfortunately,,,you are!”

My friend silent for a moment, then tried to change the topic,

“wah, so Malaysia is already 52 years old”
“yup! Not old enough compared with others!”
“which country u compared with?”
“U.S”
“eerrrggghhh!!! such a jerk!”
“hahahaha”

Suddenly, preeeennnnggggg!!preeennnnnngggggg!!! the whole mamak stall lovers were shocked by the noise of motorcycles engine by mat2 rempitsss.

“their night” said my friend while smiling sarcastic to me
“no comment, maybe this is the way they express their freedom”
“freedom my ass”

Silent for a while, then,

“hoi, did u read about kartika?” asked my friend,
“whole Malaysia read it”
“so what do u think?”
“think what?”
“la, whether is convenient to cane her la”
“owh, em, for me, yes I think it’s convenient la,”
“Why?”
“coz she did something terrible, so she should face the consequence la”
“but don’t u think by caning is too harsh?”
“maybe, but that’s the rule, why?”
“naa, I just think about others who also drinks,”
“explain?"
”naa, u know, like children-of-superrich, children-of-somebody in high position, artist like *@*#* and *#@*, they all also muslim dude! They drinks like crazy! Proudly photographed their pic at pub while holding beers”
“hmm, yes, but what can we say, they are the high profile group, always have ways to covering their ‘activity’”
“proud with their power, just wait, they forget the real ruler of this world!”
“naa, enough la, let just care of ourselves, behave so that we can stay in the right path”
“that’s right, but we also have to help others so at least they can open their eyes and walk straight instead of running in circle”
“you are right dude”

Silent again, then we decide to talked about football, our fav topic,..

After some time,I looked at my watch again,

“oiii, its already 2a.m la!” scream slowly to my friend
“owh, chill, it’s still early what” acting like nothings happen
“ Let’s go home! My father will kill me dude!”
“kill u not me”
“okay that’s real funny” as I stood up heading to counter
“haha,,, wei, belanja, I don’t have money” with sad motion face
“ya..okay..okay..”

15 minutes later I arrived home,and I’m lucky enough that my father already asleep...usually he will wait for me to come home first and I’m so dead after that..Haha, u guys know what, I’m 20 years old okay, which mean I know how to take care of myself, but when I think back why my father so mad at me every time I came home late, I will say to myself, “never mind, at least I know that my father love me,,” . And it will bring smile to my face. =)

So long~

Chinese Muslim

"or like utter darkness in the deep sea: there covers it a wave above which is another wave, above which is a cloud, (layers of) utter darkness one above another; when he holds out his hand, he is almost unable to see it; and to whomsoever Allah does not give light, he has no light." (Quran 24:40)

I went to masjid just now, for having my Zohor prayer.
On my way back, I saw a Chinese guy sitting alone not too far from the mosque, looking glum.
I did realized that he was also having zohor prayer with me and other ‘jemaah’ just now which bring me the idea that he’s muslim, converted maybe.

I stared at this guy from distance, I looked above till bottom, he looked like he’s in trouble, so pale, so messy and there were marks of wound on his head and he did wearing bandage on his right hand covering his finger.

Sympathized with his looked and the curiosity in me, I slowly walked on his way, my intention was to approach him, maybe having some conversation with him.

First, when I walked pass him, I glanced and smiled at him, which he noticed and smiled back at me.

Then I gave salam to him, and he did answer me with a warm smiled.
I stopped and went close to him, shook his hand, then asked him, where he from, which bring me the answer that he’s from Bukit Mertajam.

Then after a little chat with him, I tried to bring the conversation to the serious part.

From the conversation, (long story short) I got to know that he’s in crisis.

He actually wanted to ask for donation but didn’t really know how to do it, didn't know who to meet.

I asked him why he needs the donation? I mean of course I would like to know where the money goes if I help him to get the donation.

I also asked him about the wounds at his body.

And here I was surprised by his answer.

He told me that before this he lived with his brother. He had a job. Everything was fine at the first place. But things turn to be ugly one night when he was slashed with 'parang' by his own biological brother.

The ugly occasion took place when his brother secretly caught him red handed praying at his room.
By then, he already told his brother about his interest in Islam, but was objected by his brother.

After he was caught by his brother, he tried to explain to his brother. He told his brother that he already converted into Islam and in the process of learning 'solat'.

The brother was so angry as he hated it so much and they had a fight.
His brother lost control, lost his mind, ran 'amuk', find himself a 'parang' and slashed blindly to his own beloved and only brother.

Suddenly blood splashed to the wall. Everything was too late.

The result of the ‘parang’ slashed cost him three fingers of his right hand and also cut on his head.

He managed to run away from his ‘amuk’ brother and when people nearby saw him running covered in blood,they stopped and took him to the hospital.

At the hospital, after treatment, doctor had asks him to make a report to the police about being attacked, but he refused to do so as there still plenty of love for his older brother who took care of him since they was kid. He won’t trouble his own brother. Let him alone suffered, but not others.

Now, after a couple of days, he didn’t have any ‘ringgit’ left to spend as it was used to pay for his medical bill.
He just slept at masjid by night as his brother didn't bother to find him.

Then he told me that he need money because he wanna buy a bus ticket to Johor, going to his sister house as he told me that his sister also converted into Islam and married to Malay guy. Before this, his brother never allowed him to meet their sister after the sister converted into Muslim ~

(This is a little lot what he expressed to me, some of his story cannot be exposed here as it might be intricate)

Now look deep in ourselves and THINK.

Honestly, I admire this guy. You will do the same if u met him personally. You will understand if u were in my shoes. You facing someone who just lost his 3 fingers, bad wound on his head, and trust me, that is really something.
It’s worth to write about this in my blog. I think a lot about this, the moral value behind this. This Chinese Muslim guy is willing to stand and facing all of the obstacles in order to embrace Islam.

But how about us???

We, who already born in Islam as a Muslim, are so arrogant, not practicing the way of Islam lives, never even appreciate of what our religion are. We are like a bunch of clown who will never be serious in anything. It’s like a curse in the blood of 'Malays born Muslim' people. We never realized. Let us all think about this.~




*note :You might think that this is a scam, he was lied to me, he just made up some kind of sad story to raise people sympathize, to get people’s money, but think back in what I wrote above, I’m the one who went to approach him first,thus it clearly refute the idea of he’s trying to scamming me. Honestly, deep down in my heart, I trust him, I mean we can see the sign if someone lying on us right? I mean it’s not like I never confronted with this situation before where I can easily traced if someone lied to me, and also somehow, we can get to know if someone telling us the truth or not by the sign from his face, his eyes maybe, right? Now I tell you guys I see the truth in him. ~

money,,oh money,,,

Woke up early this morning, with one mission in my mind, BUY THE NEW TYRE FOR MY BIKE.

I already surveyed the tyre, wahhhh, so expensive maaaa~

I made my final decision where to buy the tyre, at one of the apek moto store here, hakhak,

me : Apek, morning, I want tyre,
apek : Morning, wahhh, so early aaa,what size?
me : early la, wanna bring 'ong' to u maaa, size 120-80-16
apek : haha, bring 'ong' aaa??? owh,that size aa??that size only got duro one punya brand,
me : how much is it?
apek : RM210.
me : wah, so expensive ka apek? make it RM180 la, cincai2 saja, boleh laa apek, dahla i
tengok u manyak muda and handsome ooo today! (crazy me! the apek age is around
70! u imagined by yourself how young and handsome he is!!!haha!!)
apek : no2, RM180 cannot give la, this tyre is Taiwan made, not Thailand made. Final price,
RM200, no more less!
me : tapi i da puji u muda and handsome apek??
apek : yes! and that's why u get rm10 less!
me : haha, ayooo, ok2 la, i take it..


so that's how it works! u puji old man a little, crack some jokes, and this is what u got! rm10 less!!lol!

the price is okay actually b'coz I already made some surveyed and this is the best price that I can get coz most of the store wanna sell this tyre for rm260 and above, besides my friend also buyed the same tyre for rm325!!!

enough with my tyre, here are some other funny story from my 7 years old nephew, Muaz Azimuddin, he just gave me a call, asking about my health.

Muaz : pak cik, how are u?
me : Sihat, ALHAMDULILLAH, how about u along?
Muaz : Along pon sihat, along beli kasut and baju baru, baju Bumble Bee (one of the character in
Transformer)
me : Wahhhh, cantik x? kat pak cik beli x?
Muaz : cantikkkkkk, hmmm, emmm, kat pak cik xda la, xda size.
me : huh?? xda size?? mcm mana boleh xda size ni along?? kalo macam tu pak cik terpaksa
amek baju along!!haha!!
Muaz : mana bolehhhhhh, baju along kecik, pak cik besarrrr, hehe.

Then suddeny,

Muaz : Pak cik, along harap pak cik x mati.

Then he gave away the handphone to her mum and proceed plays with his brother! Left me in confusing!

Then I asked my sister (my sister-in-law /my nephew's mum) what was Muaz saying, and she said that she told him that I'm not feeling very well and having a fever, which the 7 years old think that I'm the victim of H1N1 and going to die soon,, duhhh!!! bertuah punya anak buah....~