Tuesday, November 30, 2010

SRI Ayesha GD 2010

Don't let the world deceive you, because once you are deceived, you're only deceiving yourself

We need an epistemology to help us, appearance and reality really doesn't mix

If I do not strive to understand this world then I have PEANUTS in my head!
When will I wake up?!

Don't care about the people out there, you stick with what you have

Chapter 2 - Aziem's "River"

Fauzul Aziem was jumping up and down in his "makeshift" swimming pool. he never had so much fun since ummi "went to work". It seems an awfully lot of work, every time he sleeps and wakes up ummi wasn't there beside him, but no matter, baba was always their, and now abang si (Fakhry) is here too. Abang si just came back from work, he supposed.

Ever since Abang si sat and baba's place in the car, he never felt any better in the car than before, rasa macam nak muntah, Abang Si masak pun keluarkan semula dekat luar, tak boleh bagitau Abang Si, or else he'll smile very widely, entah kenapa waktu dia senyum lebar2 nanti dia tumbuk dinding or gelikan Ziem. Freaky Abang.

But now, since Abang Si has been back, he bought with him some box. It was like magic. Abang Si open the box and some "oversize bathtub" came out. He used some weird equipment, one of those things you put at the bicycle and tiba2 bicycle tu boleh jalan, like magic. Abang Si said that every morning kalau nak boleh mandi in this "kolam" he called. macam Abang Si pulled the river and brought it to the back of our house, one day I really need to learn all this, macam "cool" je.

I tgk kat atas, ohhh, the big-bad-bright-hot-round-thingy is shining so much, kena bawa my river to a shadier place.

"Abang Si, Abang Si!....... Abang Si!"

"Yes Aziem???", Abang Si's head poked out from the wall, Masyaallah! terkejut Ziem tgk. It seems he's at the "touching TV", getting out long sparky things that looks like spaghetti and rewinding them. Is he doing dinner? Yuck, tak nak makan tu.

"Niiiiii, Hot, Aziem Hot", pointing my finger at the big-bad-round-thingy.

Abang Si quickly understood and went out to the backyard where my "round river" is and started............... pulling it??? bringing it under the cool shades of the roof. I giggled with a smile of thanks.

"Say Thank you", Abang Si said to me.

"Teee ku", whatever that means, but it must mean a good thing since, after i say it Abang Si looks nice and happy.

So now, back into the river! yeah! all the water with all the toys, and better still here come Ya and Udden.

"Ya, Ya, in Aziem" I said.

"Hah ye, nanto nadia masuk, kena tukar baju" she said.

"Ju?? Ju?, I pointed at her clothing, why can't she just go naked like me, much more easier. Girls makes things complicated.

"Ye, Nadia kena tukar dulu"

A few thick tocks, and finally Ya and Udden came in their "river clothes". Ya touched the edge, dipping her fingers in the water, testing how good it feels before getting into the river, while Udden just came in with a splash.

Yeay! now all the gang is here, just Abang Si, whom is busy with his "touching tv", what's so great about it? I tried touching it and all it did was some strange sounds, guess the more you get older, the border you get. Being a baby is always fun. Ya, Udden and me played in the river so much, there was a ball Abang Si took from "the other people's house" and he let us play with it.

Hmmmph, it's much more fun playing ball with Abang Si, because Abang Si is so strong when he hits the ball, no one could catch it, he even throws it so high.

"Abang Si, Si"

"Yes Aziem", again his head popped out from the "magical-wall-like-mirror", looking around, Abang Si nodded in satisfaction that Udden and Ya was there with me.

"In Ball, In Bal"

"Abang can't play ball lah Aziem, I wanna fix this computer", pointing to the touching tv, the what-ter? they call it.

"Abang............... in Bal, in bal", I started rattling, holding the ball in my hands, showing to him to play with us. it seemed like it didn't work, because after that he just ignored us.

So i stepped out of my river and went into the shady-place-with-spinning-thing-on-top-and -lots-of-bright-things, and I did the unthinkable. I threw the ball at him.

Rule number #1, don't make grown ups unhappy, and that was the rule I just broke. Abang Si's touching tv was hit by the ball and it all got wet.

"Aziem..............", Abang Si sounded grumpy, but why is he still smiling, Uh-oh, I know what's gonna happen after this. I ran back to my river as soon as possible. Of course I knew that my small body was no match to the huge structure that shadowed me, Abang Si. He quickly picked me up and together, jumped into the river with me, and he's still in his clothes! wet of course.

I saw his sinister smile, he held on to me and he started dancing and tossing me up and down, bringing me into the waters while teaching me how to swim. It was all fun, the spinning the dancing, the swimming, and finally Abang Si, sat down into the water, soaked in his clothes.

He looked like he needed nap times, I could have sworn I could hear his chest with those funny cat voices, it's like there's something inside of him, like in Naruto where there's a creature called Kyubi, yeah, and in the story it's a bad idea to let this "kyubi" get out.

So I went to his chest and tapped it a little, hopefully the kyubi will stay in there, that's how naruto does it.

"Ni kit?" I was pointing at his chest.

"ye Aziem, Sakit, your Abang Si ni has asthma, you know"

I knew it, there was something in his body, and it's name was................ Asthma.
Whatever happens, I can't allow it to get out.

Abang Si, was resting at the edge of the river, he looks exhausted, but happy. It's great that Abang Si comes out and plays with us, its always boring when he stays with his touching tv, fun, fun, fun. Life is soooo much fun.

Why in the world do grown ups do all these boring stuff? I don't know, but I'm glad Abang Si played with us today, I hope it was like this all the time.

Monday, November 22, 2010

Chapter 1.2 - Somebody has to Fattah

Fattah was trying to gain back balance. Some lunatic had just hit his back, almost crushing the parts where he had an operation.

He looked up and saw some arab guy laughing at him, showing fingers, acting like the world belonged to them.

His vision and his hearing came back, he could recognize the faint arab cliche's the guys were talking about.

What were they calling him? Slave boy? Asian? Mata Sepek?

he couldn't quite register it, he understood more Hebrew than these dumb a** would think an "asian" guy knew possible.

Rising up his fragile body, a calm hand help on to his feet. it was his sister, Ayesha.

"You alright?"

Fattah gave a slight nod, determined not to show his weak side.

The "arab" strangers were still laughing and mocking. Now calling his sister things like, prostitute or whatsoever. Ayesha kept her ground, not wanting to find trouble in the middle of "the dessert".

The shouting and mocking from the Arabs suddenly ceased, continued by surprisingly another type of shouting.

"Go to hell! All of you! Get out of here!"

It was our mom, and she was showing her right hand with a clench fist and on her left hand, a hand bag with 'God-knows-what" accessories that would make your head splatter when it hit you.

The guys knew that whoever this angry lady was, she meant business, looking at how the way she dressed with a purdah on, she looked like a modern arab women.

One of the guys quickly made a dash, not wanting to take on the fury of this "women in the purdah".

Fattah almost laugh at the fury shown by his mom, even he wasn't afraid to debate with his own furious mum, and yet here the people whom has just punched him are fleeing at the very sight.

Rising on two by two, Fattah quickly tidied up what was left of him, his hair was almost in ruin, as if he would care, but the worst part was on his stomach. there's a red-bluish spot where they hit him. whoever these lunatics were they really were going to pay, no wonder americans think these guys are terrorist: arabs like to bully Americans, like him.

By time everything settled back the way it was, it looked like as if this whole commotion of "arabs like to bully asian" was and everyday chore.

The trio quickly departed, seeing that it is now almost late, way late, and not wanting to go through a "worst case scenario" all over again.

Sending his mom and his sister back, Fattah made the journey back to his house accompanied by their trusty "muraqib" Anas back to where he was staying.

He thought back at the current events.
He has been in Jordan now for almost a week, things looked appeasing to him.

JUST, Jordan University of Science and Technology took on the stage of his attention. As a place to continue learning, it seemed "here" was a good place. The facilities were there, everything looked ok, and most of all, he loved the food, the lamb chops, the rice and the camels. He might even be able to get taller than his elder brother, Ibnu Ahmad, always boosting how tall he is.

And then, on the looks of it, things didn't go the way they should, with the gang members bullying asian-americans, saying things in chinese which "God-knows" what they are saying.

Something has to be done about this...........................

For some weird reason, whenever some problem like this acquires, his family, would end up thinking it's up to them to help it out. Whether it be in knowledge (his dad), Education (mum), socializing and peers (sister), social problems and Dakwah(his brother), military (his younger brother) and the list goes on and on, with the specific things each member of the family wants to solve, they always think it's up to them to do it.

Guess he'll be needing more than just his "knowledge in comparative religion".

Hmmmmphhh, Well.

if it's not these guys, somebody has to solve it..............................................

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Are U Alim - Chapter 1 - I Believe

Say: "Truly, my prayer and my service of sacrifice, my life and my death, are (all) for Allah, the Cherisher of the Worlds:

(Suratul Al-An'am :162)

I remembered dear Nadia asking me:

"Is there really God?"

She being in her rebellious mode was making my life as a older brother like an ordeal. I should have known that these were one of those questions just to run away so she doesn't need to perform her prayers or not wear a hijab when going out. you can't blame them, there curiosity is enormous, why, I even once doubt my parents......... were my parents, thought I was adopted or something.

"Yes, there is", I said.

"Tak nampakpun"

hmmmphh, and I thought it would be easier to tell a child than something as complicated like this.

"Just because you can't see God, that doesn't mean He doesn't exist"

"hmmmmphh", she chuckled

"Do you see the air you breathe? no, because it's invisible, but you could feel it with your hand, it blows in your hair. Same like Allah, you could feel him, although not with your hand but with your heart, that's why you need to pray, so that you could "feel" Allah, blowing a relief into your soul."

Nadia smiled in delight. From that day I know, Nadia would be waiting to pray, wanting to "feel" the blowing relief of Allah.

And here starts our Journey.......................