Through the Looking Glass

"When you're blind, you loose your sight, but what's more worse is when you loose your vision"

I opened my eyes as new found light entered into my sight, the vision I now have was totally different than what I was used to. I tried looking around my surroundings. the world clearly felt weirder. Weirder in a sense that was hard for me to comprehend. the world seemed right, maybe a bit too right. Everything was sharper, the rays emitting from light sources were dimmer, everything seemed magnified.


I took off my new pair of glasses, not being able to bear the difference it made. It was truly scary. for me, someone who has been dependent on his sense of sight and sense of hearing for as long as I could remember, having to totally change that sense so abruptly almost caused me to faint due to the fact that I wasn't use to the sensation of "better" sight.

Putting back the glasses, I tried walking as the optometrist advised. I wobbling for the first few steps, and incredibly, even to the surprise of my optometrist, I actually fell.

She chuckled. I guess it must have been a first time any of her customers actually fell the first time they wore spectacles. I told her how my vision was completely different when I tried to move. It was like everything seemed so unreal, virtual. The hands I was looking at didn't feel like the hands I normally had, my legs felt as if they were different, even the size seemed odd from where I was looking, I even complained how the world seemed darker, with less light.

Her response: was that I was over-dramatizing.

I may have to agree to some point, maybe I am a bit over-dramatic. but who wouldn't when their sense of sight was changed 180 degrees in just mere seconds?

To me, my sense of sight was one of the most important senses I hold dear. Would I have been able to type on a keyboard or write codes if my eye-sight was bad? would I be able to read the articles that was posted on the internet that I so-long waited? Would I be able to shoot with my bow in this condition?

All these questions kept me preoccupied as I calculated my next course of action on how to overcome my dependency on an item called glasses. Clearly, this would be my biggest obstacle in my life so far, since it will effect the whole statuesque of my life.

I mentally visualized it in my mind. With glasses, the moment I woke up from bed I would have to search for it, then I would have to make sure it was spotless and clean, this in essence could become a problem, with how dark my room is usually during mornings and how groggy my eyes will be when I've just woke up. Then there was the problem of eating. If I slurp my favorite Mi Goreng that my mum makes too quickly it will stain my glasses, thus taking up time to wipe my glasses while eating and repeating the process all over again, what about with my favorite Kuew Teow Sup? If I sip a bowl of sup will it damage my glasses when the hot water hits it? If it rains will my vision be blinded by the droplets of water covering my glasses? Would I need to wear my glasses while I'm driving as well? what happens if I misplace or broke my glasses? will it mean that I will be at the mercy of whoever is kind enough to lend me a helping hand and guide me?

So many questions......... yep, I was over-dramatizing.

I started wondering, how in the world does everyone else does it? do they just start wearing a pair of transparent silicons over their eyes, knowing full well they will be at the mercy of such a small object and walk out the shop just like everything is ok? can people really do like that?

Placing two of my fingers on my temple in a thinking posture....... I begin to to think, and the only logical conclusion was that, yes, it seemed that people were ok to put their lives at the mercy on element 14. I'm assuming that not being made of element 13 and when divided by 2 which equals to lucky number 7 has it pros on the psyche of the average human mind. Further more, it may just be too much of a  coincidence that the symbol for Silicon (Si) can literally be pronounced as "see".

Hmmm, yes, maybe that is the reason, I thought to myself (again I'm over-dramatizing but bear with me), well I guess this will have to be a new chapter for myself, it wasn't like that I wasn't use to the idea of putting myself at the mercy of such mundane everyday objects, which reminded me of instances of me misplacing my handphone or when my inhaler was out of juice, yes, I told myself, this was just another wall to climb on, another problem to be solved.

This will be another chapter of life, I thought to myself. Unknowingly, the shop attendant who was sitting over the counter was quietly looking at me and how weird I may have seem in general. Nevertheless, this was a new chapter, I concluded, and the pages that I will write will hopefully be better than ever. Just to stress on my determination and my will, I placed my hand on my new pair of glasses in a pose to adjust it with my eyes closed which prompted me to say aloud: "This will be a new chapter indeed". Clearly I was over-dramatizing it, all the other people in the shop were looking at me confused as I exited.  

The first thing I did when I've reached my room was to draft a new course of action that I needed to make into a habit while living under the dependency of these new pair of glasses. New habits must be made, others must be destroyed. Contingency plans must be prepared if ever something went amiss, friends must be told and be made aware so they can act as well.

With a plan made, a draft set, close friends contacted telling them of these ill news, I laid down my pen and pencil for the last time, for the next time, next morning to be exact, will be a new chapter, I have a plan, and hopefully it will succeed.

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The first picture of me with glasses taken by my little brother Aziem

This was basically how it was the first few days when I was trapped with my spectacles. That feeling of over-drama, the blindness when you wake up realizing that you have to find your pair of glasses first instead of making sure your alarm stops ringing.

Looking back at how I was in these first few days, I have to admit, I clearly was (and you'll hear me say this often) over-dramatizing.

Now Alhamdullilah, life has been easy on me. with the guidance of family and friends, this journey of getting use to a pair of glasses on my head was overcome, quite easily if I might add, considering all the crazy possibilities that I had come up if anything went amiss.

In all my years, I never expected to wear glasses. I always thought that I could have kept my sight as good as it was, but I guess that's wishful thinking considering the fact that I am taking a degree in Computer Software Engineering and almost 90% of my waking hours is spent in front of the computer. Wearing glasses was inevitable.

As I pondered back the story of my glasses, something made me realize, that no matter how much our sight is obscured, our vision must be clear. Even now as my sight changes, becoming much more sharper and if I could still add, more virtual, my goals and visions won't change. I guess that, even with the glasses on, I'll still be the same old quirky old person I've always been, just maybe a bit different while the glasses are on. I'll have a new pose for sure, now that I could pose as the professor or the Maven while reflecting light from my glasses with a smirk on my face, but........ my dreams will still be the same.

Something about eye-sight came into my mind, it was an advise from one of the early Muslim Scholars, I couldn't recall who (I tried performing my all-knowing professor pose but it still didn't come to me), it went like this:

A blind man stumbled upon a scholar and asked him: "What could be worse than loosing your sight?"

The scholar replied: "Loosing your vision"

I pray that no matter what changes I'll go through, I'll still hold firm to the visions I've placed myself on, blinded or otherwise.      

Songs and Syntax's

“I knew that I was greedy……maybe even beyond greedy. I wanted it all: the money, the fame, the popularity, the glory. But what I wanted most was the ability, the ability to do it all and not be dependent on any living force, and that’s when I knew….. I wanted the world”

I flickered my fingers through the keyboards of the piano, testing the sound of each keystroke. As an aspiring undergraduate in engineering, this was new territory for me (I didn’t even know if the buttons on the piano are called keyboards or something else entirely). I’ve never in my wildest dreams thought of doing this. The sounds each key made was different than one another. My scientific mind wondered how in the world such a regular tool that almost everyone on earth knew its sound could be so complex and awe-inspiring.

I had to acknowledge the fact: that learning how to play the piano was harder than it looked. It wasn’t just a simple flicker of the hand or randomly pressing on the buttons (if that’s what you call it). There was a skill in it. A skill that mesmerized me the moment I bought my first mp3 back in my high school days and downloaded all the pirated songs my friends would endorse me to listen. The reason why they recommended such songs was because they themselves wanted to listen to it during their leisure time, knowing full well that I wasn’t one to bother to such music especially when the popular genre during that time was still the hard rock-n-roll or the ohh-so-awful romantic love songs. They were noise pollution to me and I would rather prefer the songs of nature, quiet, tranquil and relaxing.

It was when one of my friends suddenly uploaded a type of music that changed my perception towards it: instrumental or commonly known as minus one. He wanted to do a karaoke for a certain song so uploaded the minus one into my brand new 2GBs mp3 (during my time 2GBs WAS a big deal). He wanted to sing-a-long-the-song without the interference of the original singer but still wanted to hear the rhythm and the beats the song produced. Ever so curious, I plugged in my headphones and listen to what was so exciting about this ‘minus one’ music. It caught my attention really fast. The name of the song the instrumental came from was called “Itminna” (I forgot what it actually meant). To me, the song was an ‘ok’ in my book. Not too shabby, not to over the board or anything. But what caught my attention was the music playing in the background. It was the sound of a piano.

I was encapsulated by the rhythm that was played, the only way I could describe it was like: wow. And well after that, I kept on rewinding the music over and over again till I could actually create a scenario in my head where the music could be well used for in a video (another skill I was going to learn). There were even moments that I wanted to cry while listening to it. But that’s just me and my ridiculous fantasies I suppose.

After that moment, I made it a hobby to myself to search for really good background music or as it is commonly known now: soundtracks. Listening to soundtracks was to me, better than listening to songs sung by artist because there really were no words to describe the feeling while listening to it (they didn’t had any if you’re wondering). But during my high school days, I was more focused or I liked to think that I was more focused on my studies and anything related to it than music, my number one hobby during that time was still and will always be on computers, which now brought me on the path as a computer software engineer.

In order to play the piano, all five fingers and both hands had to be used, simultaneously, while looking at the notes and sometimes your feet also will have to press something as well. There were a total of 7 letters that I’ve learnt so far in the world of music. Starting from the right thumb: C, D, E, F, G, the on the left hand starting from the thumb to the left: C, B, A, G, F. I know there are more than just these letters in the music sheet ( there’s also the black buttons besides the white ones) and I’m just starting at the middle C, there’s another two dozen keys to go, and I’ll need to memorize the sounds of each one if I want to compose my own music.

When I started to press the keys as per-instructed by my piano teacher (mind you he’s 3 years younger than me) I jolted at the sound that I just made. I was awesomely intrigued but what has just transpired. This was different than the sensation of writing a program on a computer or writing a short story with pen and pencil. Each press of the button was to me an achievement. There was a rhythm to it, a flow, a journey. I couldn’t stop my hands from continuing. It seemed that I was totally in love with the piano, even with how horrible my playing is presently.

The difference was so apparent to my other hobbies. If I wrote programs more often than not the thrill was being able to solve the equations and create complex algorithms with the right logics and syntax and finally execute the program, there was an end goal, a solution to a problem, and it was important to get to that ending as simple with as few complications as possible. Whilst writing, it’s more of the opposite, you have plots, climaxes and endings stringed up together to create a cohesive story retelling an idea, a message which you felt was important, people, both the writer and the reader would want to know how it ended, what was the end and why it ended like that.

In music, it’s quite different.

There doesn’t seem to be the end.

I don’t actually think we listen to music to listen to the end parts and know how the ending was, we hear it because of its entirety. It’s an infinite loop where you want to hear all parts, and you’ll never know when the end is.

When I started playing the piano I didn’t wanted it to end. I wanted to continue to press on the keystrokes, try different rhythms, learn new songs and listen to new music. My eyes were darting from the music sheets, to the keys that I was pressing back to music sheets over and over again and then finally looking at the clock hanged on the wall. My heart was pounding with exhilaration as I pushed myself to get the rhythm’s right and get the right tempo. I could feel my hands shaking as I fumbled in finding the right keys to press. It felt like I was learning how to drive all over again.

That feeling where your whole body is entrenched in that world and you feel one with the things that you are doing. Your body is sweating, your pupils are diluted, your heart is racing with excitement wishing that this feeling would never stop. It was the same feeling when I was writing a long story with over twisting plots that literally would get people to read and hold on to their chairs or when I was writing a program and the algorithms went all wrong when you executed and then able to rectify it in a matter of minutes because the logics of the program had just hit you like a watermelon crashing into a stone wall and smashing into a million pieces. It was the same feeling when you saw a motion, and you knew this one brilliant idea which you also knew was totally outlandish yet ridiculously cool and couldn’t take a break and stop to tell your teammate about it or the feeling when you start to knock your arrows and your heart pumps as you pull the string and the whole world just becomes silent as your heart races in exhilaration.

“Ok Fakhry…… I think that’s all for today,” My teacher caught me off guard. My hands didn’t left the keys yet. It seemed that I was doubting his words for the moment, however when I glanced back at the clock, then my doubt was gone, truly enough time was up.

I stood up, shook my teachers hand and promised to come back next week. I was silent throughout the whole time I was heading back home, driving. My mind was still in its own utopia of symphony, of the sounds of keys being pressed, of music.

And that’s when I realized:  I was in love with the piano as much as I was in love with writing, programming, debating and any other activity I put my heart in it. And I wanted to know more about it, I didn’t wanted it to end here.

I may be an engineer if you look at my degree, but that doesn’t mean I can’t play the piano.  

The Gamer's Dilemma

Imagine this: Your house destroyed, one of your family members killed and you are hunted because you have an ability that others deem as "dangerous". With the rest of your family members, your brother, your mum and yourself, you travel across the sea to where your mum used to live, got hired by a gang of mercenaries due to your "dangerous" ability and for the better part of a year was able to create a place to lay low and settle down as you pay your debts.

In order to hide your true self, you try to enroll yourself in an expedition in the hopes that the treasure you find will make you go up in the world, thus allowing you to hide your true nature. In order to get the capital needed for the expedition you went through all sorts of funny, hilarious and dangerous odd jobs including being hired as a bodyguard, search missing items and unfold a conspiracy among the authorities. During your journey for capital, you stumble across a few individuals who wanted to also change there fortune as well, and thus joined in your company for all the glory, adventures and gold that was worth.

To make it a story, the jobs you undertook made you involved with some really famous (and dangerous) people as your reputation as someone who gets the job done is revealed.

With the determination of getting the capital you wanted in order to support your family and protect your own identity, you finally muster enough capital to go forth with the expedition. During the expedition you found unfathomable treasures and artifacts that you believed people would pay a huge fortune to get there hands on it. Eventually, the expedition was a success and so you literally "moved up" in the world by buying yourself a mansion and living among the elites. Life is good.

Even so, you still wouldn't put down any jobs that are worth gold and is more than happy to make more gold if the opportunity arises.

As you live in the life of luxury and adventure, the authorities calls you "by name" because they have a problem which they believe only YOU can solve. It seems that, due to the success of your past jobs, you have been seen as trustworthy to handle jobs that are deem as "important", jobs that may tip the balance of power in your residence.

Eventually, while trying to solve these problems, which in some way you yourself may have created due to your greed for gold, a power struggle arose and in order to save your new home and the wealth you have accumulated, you venture into this power struggle and took down the person responsible for creating this chaos. The country now considers you their "Hero".

As time passes, and the country is being rebuild after the turmoil, different factions in the political arena starts to fight in order to move on after that devastating tragedy. Each faction has rights and wrongs, each one makes good arguments, thus you, as the hero and (as everyone would put it) most influential person in the country, they ask you for guidance and to support their own faction. You choose to be neutral in this conflict, thinking what could such political battle really do the life you have now.

Suddenly one day, chaos broke between the two factions, an ex-member of one of the factions has murdered a public figure of the country because he believed it was the only way to end this conflict. And thus it turned into an all-out war. Having to choose one faction over the other due to some other interest than gold, you took down the other faction.

Even with your old companions help, your efforts seem in vain as each faction destroys one another. It was then revealed, that whatever artifact you had excavated during your earlier expedition was the source of this madness! It turned one of the leaders of one of the factions into a crazy psychopath that is fanatical with the ideas of her own faction. You destroyed her, and to ensure your safety and the people you cared about, you ran away from that country.

Even so, the war between the two factions still continues. It seems that in your pursuit of happiness and security, you have literally "Changed the World".

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This is a story I took out from a game I played (Surprise Surprise!), one that made me think and wonder.
How in the world some "out-of-nowhere-dude" did all this?

and so I tried playing it again (to the disappointment of my parents), with different character choices, and what do you know? If I stick with a particular type of choice, the effects will be more detrimental, but if I continue to change my type of choices (like choices between gold or glory) then the impact will be lessen.

The reason why this character was able to to accomplish what he wanted and eventually caused what happened was due to the choices he made.

The idea was actually quite simple, stick with a type of choice that would eventually define you. Put enough pressure on the choice and eventually people will start noticing. Due to that character of yours, base on the choice you made, people believed you were "the best suited" for the job. Sticking long enough with such choices, eventually it will be your character that makes that sudden push and then "change the world".

In simple terms it's called: Passion.

This passion with enough determination can shift mountains.

but passion can only be realized with belief. A belief that in turn defines our choices and actions. Stick with them long enough and you create passion.

Almost everyone knows this, but we are too afraid to follow it. The society right now chooses their actions not base on what they believe in, but what the norms are.

We always wished that our lives was like in the games, and yet we are too afraid of making those choices that would develop our character. This is the Gamer's Dilemma.

We have to move out from this dilemma and make those choices that we really believe in. because the only way, you want to get out of this cycle of norms and NPCs is through not just by playing games, but making your life like a game, literally.

Stop wishing your life was like a game, if you could have made those choices in the game, then what is there to be afraid of in making those choices in real life? You need to bring that virtual reality into the real reality.
Only then will you be able to achieve something in this world

My 3 Musketeers: Uddeen, Ayesha and Aziem

On Saturday afternoon, 3 small heads will be popping around the garden of our wondrous 5 acre lot, checking periodically at the bridge beyond the river. They would hear the horses and sheep as they would wail, cry and even shout to the arrival of a 900 ton monster in white.

Waiting patiently by the balcony and even behind bushes, finally the gargantuan white monster has arrived, giving out a loud creaking voice like an old rusty truck that has seen better days before, the sound as you would notice would give away it's presence and it's age, and it's age, it's age is that of very old has it stayed with this family. the person driving it was even older.

As the white monster came about,  making itself comfortable under the shady artificial perches facing the hills and also the river beyond, the loud creaking voices it would make suddenly came to a stop, signalling that it's a sleep. And so the rider then came out.

Slim and skinny, with shadows under his eyes, a beard that would have seen better ages, and the most irresistible smile as some folk would say, waiting was the 3 young ones for this man was. 

As the young - man - with - old - and - pale - features came scurrying about his belongings, a huge satchel which he would use to keep his belongings and a large case where he place his most trusted weapon, the eldest of the 3 came galloping forward, eager to help carry what treasures this old one has brought back.

The young man would then enter his room, as neat as it was the day he left it, and proceed to removing the items in his satchel.

The 3 would then burst into his room, celebrating by jumping up and down on the bed and floors for they know that there will be fun and happiness and excitement in the presence of the young man and his prize possessions. 

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That is the norm as I would come home. There was never a silent moment at my arrival.

The sounds of Aziem asking whether I bought him any presents or Fiddauddeen asking whether he can borrow my laptop and play games or my little Nadiya asking whether I could accompany her shopping and help her with her arts and crafts.

My parents have been, and I forgive them for it, been busy with work. I know that they may have to be committed to certain agendas that may put the little "Malaysian" siblings aside for a moment.

As I get older, I realize many of the experiences and adventures I had during my childhood could not be experienced by my 3 smaller siblings. My childhood as I vaguely remember was filled with the most thrilling things that made me appreciate the little time I had with my ever growing family.

When I was a small boy, I remember going to Disneyland, Florida. I would run away from the gigantic teddy bear, while my sister and my mum would pull me to take a picture together. I had the fun of being tutored personally on how to swim by my dad, I would climb his back and paddle, my dad would toss me high into the sky and I would sky dive into the swimming pool. I remember proudly bringing my mum to my class in Virginia, I would show off to my friends how my mum was cooler than theirs (she looked like a ninja!!!), and she would tell a story about Malaysia and my friends would listen intently, I even had the pleasure of bringing my mum over for my birthday at school.

Nadiya learning how to skate -
next week we'll go again

We were a close - knitted family then. So close that it would be hard to imagine how my siblings felt while my parents were busy with work.

And thus it came to my realization that I wanted the same thing for my little siblings too. A few weeks ago, Nadiya asked me to become her "parent" for family day. I was caught off-guard, I had classes on that day, her eyes were glittering with hope. My dad used to tell me that if you wanted to tell something important to a child you should lower your body so you will be at eye level with the child and they would see you as a friend rather than looking from above like a grumpy - grown up.

And so, I stooped to her level and held her hands and speak, explaining clearly that I couldn't come. her face would change to a disappointment, but the good news I told her was that next time I'll promise to bring her out Ice - Skating when I come back home. Her face quickly brightened and she hurried to find her memo and jot down that promise I made to her.

Fiddauddeen would keep himself locked up in his room upstairs without taking notice of the events below, he would either be reading a novel that is more advance than his age, study or play games. How lonely has he been up there? When I was his age I couldn't fathom being separated from my sister, I would tally her wherever she would go from her hobbies to the school she went up to the point I almost wanted to go to the same University.That bond we shared was a power - boost for me during my hard times.

As I looked up, I wonder how does it feel like to be him? Mum and Dad would ask so much from Fiddauddeen from athletics to studies to also being the elder brother while the other 4 of us (Naf, me, Afaf and Mujahid) are gone pursuing our dreams. Has the burden of becoming a brother so fast for him that he shut himself up in his room to run away from these problems and immerse in the books and imaginations he had upstairs? Was he hoping a helping hand from the 4 of us? I never really understood Uddeen. In the end did the high scores in exams and gold medals really meant anything to him? 

When I was a young boy, I had an eye for creation and inventions. My dad realized this and bought me a lego set, then it expanded to the mind storm Lego set with which I finally won my first ever Robotics competition and now as I told my dad that I wanted to become a Computer Software Engineer, he bought me a 2.7k Desktop intel i5 with GTX graphic cards. When my mum knew that my asthma was severe, she would insist that I don't push myself in sports, but I was stubborn, I wanted to show that I was as capable as any other kid in sports, so she found an alternative, swimming and archery. I had it more in archery than in swimming, I would tell my mum I wanted to do archery and she would buy me a 3k Compound Semi Hunting bow, with full knowledge that I might not be able to win anything with it, but she told me she could sense my passion in it, that's why she bought it. 

In Uddeen's case, is it a repetition of what we 4 wanted or was that really what he wanted all his life? Is he afraid to tell our parents what he really wanted for fear that he might be different and cast in our shadow? That, evening I would call him down and tell him why don't we play outside? He would offer to play basketball and badminton. We had a duel on his behest, with me coming out victorious of course. But the smile of satisfaction of playing with me was brighter than what I could tell. It was him who wanted to play badminton with not the other way around. Nightfall, we would gather in my room and I would teach him the latest tactics in Skyrim and Torchlight. how awful it felt that his level was over mine. He would ask me what would be the best way to fight bosses and gain loots. It was this short time he was out of his room and downstairs. And when I told him play time was up, he would willingly comply and asked whether we could play again, to which I agreed.

Let's go exploring outside!!!

Aziem was the most thrilled one when I came back home, to the point if I didn't came back for some time he would ask my mum where I was. At a very young age he had to go to kindergarten because our parents were working. I only remembered going to kindergarten periodically and seldom I think more than a year I would be at school at his age. 

When I was young my parents were young too, so many of the fun things I could do could be enjoyed by them also. But as time passes, and I'm growing up, they are getting older and maybe lack the energy they used to have. I once played PlayStation with my dad, he would even go as far as buying me games he thought was cool like Football, Digimon World and Street Fighter to the point we could be up all night. The real thrill of playing with my dad wasn't the fact that he would buy games, but the fact he would actually give time to play with me even though he was an adult. It made you felt happy and exciting when we played, that somehow adults can become children.

Coming back home, I will try and make a point of being with Aziem as much as possible. There was this one time he wanted to see me play a horrific zombie game, he was gripping my hand, and yet I was laughing as I shot down the zombies and he would clap in excitement. Can I become a companion to Aziem and make him feel happy the same way how my father did? Was he searching for companionship and friends to play with him? Was his time filled with joy and happiness? One night, Aziem saw me doing my assignment on my laptop, he asked what I was doing, I replied it was homework. he didn't looked too happy at that reply, but nevertheless he took a Dinosaur children's book. he would flip the pages and ask me what were the dinosaurs in each page. I would stop momentarily from my work and tell him, he would repeat it over and over again, till some point he slept right next to me. I went into my bedroom and grabbed my pillow and blanket. I covered him with a blanket and slept next to him, he snug towards my pillow, crickets chirped outside as night passes.

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I have 3 adorable little siblings whom I think, was't able to go through the childhood I went through due to certain complications. I don't, and would never blame my parents for the differences in childhood experiences I had with them. If anything, I believe I should be responsible now for creating the childhood memories of my younger siblings, to be there when they ask for help, to let them show me what they truly want and to be there friend when others won't. 

Maybe I can't create an exact replica of the childhood I had with them but I promise, I'll come back home as often as I can and continue to play with them and make their childhood as memorable as I can, that is what a big brother does. =) 

Letting the Little Brother Take The Wheel

In the 1920s, when cars were no longer slower than the average horses, allowing a teenager to drive was the last thing anyone would want.

It was a time where there was no rules or regulations to stop or teach them the ethics or safety of driving. Grown-ups were preoccupied with other things like politics, new inventions and disappointingly war.
World War 1 was reaching it's starting point, countries were racing to develop the better technology, the stronger tanks and the more destructive weapons. Chaos was left and right all because some grown - up hated the other guy. 

Amidst all of this, It only took a 10 year old to drive his dad's latest invention and head crash into a pond that mankind realized: We are going too fast for our children.

If you played Mass Effect, there's a race of humanoid frogs (or specifically toads if you consider the warts on their bodies) called Krogans. They were a traditional- peaceful- old- bunch if you considered their history, until the Salarians( a really highly advanced salamander- type race) came and brought with them all the cool gizmos and techies you would believe a toad might want. 

Flying aircrafts that traveled faster than light, guns and shotguns that would splatter the insides of a human, medical advancements that would make you live to see your great- grandchildren and still be fit to have more. The Krogans just hit the jackpot towards advance technological development.

To make it a story (a sad one), eventually the krogans didn't used the gifts they were given with the best of conduct and ended up being betrayed by the very beings that equipped them with the technology. The Krogans were, to put it bluntly, were too fast in advancing in technology for there own benefit and ended up abusing it. 

At the turning point of the 21st century, man, or more accurately man's children are advancing in science and technology to a point were we grown- ups can't keep up with our children. Incredibly, it has come to a point where we as adults don't and might never will know all the answers or solutions to the problems and questions we or our children ponder upon thanks to the exponential advancements in science and technology.

Fattah driving rexton

This brings me to the topic of my blog(finally). When my little brother, Fattah asked me whether he could drive my 4-wheel drive Rexton, from Shah Alam to KL, during the peak hours of high way jam, saying yes was not an option. Maybe next time I said.

When the time did came (which was just the following week) I was freaking out. There wasn't that much traffic thou, still, when a complete beginner starts driving a colossus vehicle 100 kph on the high way, who wouldn't be freaking out? I was holding onto my seat for dear life.

Remember the story about the 10-year- old who drove a car and crashed? The reason of the crash wasn't because the father was a bad parent or he forgot where he placed the keys, it was simply because the child had learned a set of skills not common during those times: hot wiring a car. The child as it seemed was moving faster than his father.

The turning of the 21st century has made us realize that as grown- ups (or to say people with responsibility) we are no longer the ones who knows all the answers. No longer are we the textbook- with- answers or the map- with- directions or the all- knowing- quest- givers when we ourselves are on a hard quest of or own.

While my little brother was driving, he asked me what happens when he presses certain buttons or changes a gear. To be honest, I don't have the slightest idea (maybe some crazy fantasy of the car changing into a robot), we tried pressing it anyway out of curiosity. Surprisingly nothing out of the ordinary happened (as I soon realized the button we pressed was suppose to cleanse all the bad odor in the car).

It's time to realize now that, our role has now shifted. We are now quest-seekers, helping out the next generation with finding the answers and at the same time teaching ourselves. We have to realize and to a certain extent,  trust  them in making those hard choices.

Don't get me wrong,  I'm not asking parents to allow their 10 year old to drive a car. Remember the story I told about the Krogan's? Their technology was faster than what they could comprehend.

In this 21st century we need to change our attitude towards development,  sit back and really think: where are we really heading? It was simpler in the past when our objectives were survival, population control, making our lives more productive and what not, but it has changed now since we are in a more relaxed state, food is easily purchased, medication easily obtained and fun literally happens everywhere.

We need to change our perception. Rather than looking at the end we should focus more on the journey. Rather than collecting Noble prizes for new inventions, what about finding better and ethical ways of using the invention we already have. Rather than finding ways to get better internet connection, why don't we think about what we useful things we could do with those limited internet connection. Rather than thinking on how to be an engineer or a doctor or any occupation for that matter, why don't we think about how to be a better person, a better me, because even we will never know, whether there will be engineers or doctors or it's just some brand new occupation all together.

In order to best move forward, we need to start living, really living in the present.

As my little brother drove in front of our house and parked the car snugly in the garage, I couldn't helped but smile at how "adult - like" my little brother handled everything. It was a job well done and I gave him assurance that next time he could drive me to the hospital if I ever got sicked. He told me that I was acting like a child while he was driving, goofing all over like the worlds going to end. I smiled at him and thought that if I have been any more "adult-like" I don't think any child would be able to keep up.

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This post was intended for my little brother Fattah, whom turned 18, an official adult, on the 12th of December 2012. He always acted cool and "adult - like", so to make sure he was never too ahead of himself, I would always act as the naughty kid. I wish him the best of days ahead in this ever changing world as an adult. 

Finally: The Anti Muslim Spray!!!

Assalamualaikum all!!!

I've been sipping through the internet for interesting news about our cousins in other religions and here I found out something very interesting: An Anti - Muslim Spray and other ways to avoid muslims.

I thought to myself: Fascinating, this could be interesting. So I opened the video(it was on YouTube) and 'tada'. So the concept was this: they wanted some "equipment" to deter Muslims from getting close to them (bomb threat, curses or whatever).

Here we're some of the things proposed:

1. They wanted Muslims to wear an ID card always to show that they were muslims
2. They wanted to insert a special chip into us, it might even glow in the dark.
3. to some extreme they wanted our social security number tattooed on our shoulder (don't know how they are going to spot that, because we do usually wear jubahs. lol)
4. An Anti Muslim Spray (Although some of our cousins would just shot us in the head instead)

 One thing that came to my liking is this idea of an ID card. to know who or who isn't a muslim. Seriously, I wouldn't have minded at all. The most important thing to any muslim is the way he portrays himself to the world. Call bragging or pride or whatever, I believe that setting examples is the first key to making other people understand Islam. Don't you? Many peopl

1 Pooh

Are you ready too meet the monster?

These days abang "Fatty" has been at home for very long (1) He has not been out since "the-day-everyone-starves" (2) No it's only him and Aziem around (3) Everyone else is out to work and play (4) Abang "Uaim" is always so hardy with papers and pens (4) Never being at home nor playing the "glowing-screen-with-many-buttons" (5)

Now Aziem is going to be a MAN (6) Aziem will not wear the "white-tight-spenders-that-sometimes-gets-wet" any longer!!! (7) Baba said that Aziem is grown up now (8) And now Aziem must go into the "stinky-wet-room-where-abang-sings" if Aziem feels like his butt is hurting (9) What crazy creatures will we find there? (10)

There was this one time, Aziem came face-to-face with the "huge-white-mouthed-being-with-whirlpools-in-it's-mouth" (11) Aziem was so frighten the first time Aziem saw it (12) but Aziem now is a MAN (13)

Abang Fatty says to wet hands after pooh

Ummi said: that if Aziem wants to pooh, Aziem must find Abang "Fatty" and say: "Nak pooh" (14) The effects where astounding and incredible! (15) The moment Aziem says that Abang Fatty would go "What!!?!#!? Ye ke?" He would yell (16) the scene in abang "Fatty's" face when he picks me up and quickly goes to the "stinky-wet-room-where-abang-sings" and into the "huge-white-mouthed-being-with-whirlpools-in-it's-mouth" was the best (17) sometimes Aziem would do pranks too, so Abang Fatty would not just read book and write funny gibberish things (18)

Yes!!! Defeated the monster again!!

Aziem always imagines that the only way to defeat this "gruesome" and horrifying creature, Aziem must butt him (19) Everyday is a day Aziem must go and defeat the monster, and sooooo Aziem will be a MAN (20)

1 Walkers

Any Zombie killer must know how to swim

When Azeim grows up, he shall be a zombie killer!(1) Like no other, he shall behead thou ugly creatures(2) and aid thou that are victims against them(3) for he was destined for it(4)

Back home, Aziem holds up his zombie warfare guide and zombie handbook(5) two books that will be needed for the decapitating of zombies(6) Do you know how to kill a zombie?(7) there is only one sure way to do it(8) that is by shooting at the head or chopping the head off(8) this is the only sure way to kill(9) We've told you, for surely you are one that will die at the wrath of zombies if ye did not but knew(10)

When big brother is back from his long journeys(11) He will teach Aziem the ways of surviving zombies(12) he will bring back new arsenal for countering zombies(13) He will bring equipment for creating anti - zombies(14) and he will have brought new guides for surviving zombies(15) but most of all(16) he will bring back his black box(17) For in this black box will reveal all the secrets of zombie killing(18)

Aziem's big brother teaching how to fight zombies

And this Aziem wants(19) Aziem will want big brother to activate the black box(20) and finally kill all zombies(21) Aziem Must, he Must see big brother show the killing of zombies through the black box(22) For that is the only way Aziem will be contempt when it comes to killing zombies(23)

Did ye know that there are many types of zombies?(24)Big, Fat, green and red(25) they come in many different styles(26) they will try to take you down(27) separate you from your allies (28) some will spit acid and bring out the horde (29) they will attack from all directions (30) make sure that ye bring along a pipe bomb(31) for in this situation ye will really need it(32)


After this event surely it will be hard for ye to sleep(33) how in the world one is suppose to sleep?(34) knowing that that is what it takes to become a zombie killer(35)

A Brother Like No Other

There are 3 things I will pray for you:

"The Right way to obtain success,

The Achievement of becoming successful,

And the Strength to continue after you have succeeded " 

Calm - Calculating - Core 

My head was full with dandruff as I scratched . A thousand different things were swirling in my head. I have just walked out barely triumph  with the "Defending Finalist" title for the Rector's Cup the other day. I thought I was dead that day, maybe I was wrong. Now I have quizzes and exams to study for, assignments to be handed out and programs to attend to. 

But non of these things bothered me more with what is about to happen this 21st. It might not even concern me, but somehow I was worried about my little brother's SPM exam results. It seemed like a whole joke that I wasn't worry with my own problems to begin with, but unlike my brother, I was different, I had to console disappointment the hard way, and in that it made me stronger.

The first of my little brothers, 3rd among a long line of  seven siblings, considered to be the "cold-calculative" type with god-knows-what diabolical plans are in his head, the "middle-one" or "moderate", always doing things base on logical reasoning, his "reasoning" of course. He'll be the like the guy who shuts himself in his room. Serious, sometimes sensitive, with a great skill of getting what he wants either to talking and arguing

at Padang Indonesia, besides a dam

or some malicious plan of his.

You'll be surprised how different we are. I have straight hair, his is curly. I'm sometimes playful, he's always seems serious and mature. He knows what he wants and how to act for it, I hardly know sometimes what I want let alone what to do about it. It's like if we stood next to each other you'll say he is the elder one, like he's my brother and is instead the one taking care of me rather than the other way around. And that's what worries me.

Both of us we're raised in  very different environments. Part of my life was bent on taking care of the other smaller siblings while he looked from the sidelines sometimes. Much of the responsibility of becoming a brother in the family was on me while he might be stuck in his room reading. I stayed at a hostel during my high school years, he was able to stay at home. When I started high school I was with nothing except my sister to help, he started with everything because everyone knew him as the "Principal's son". He had a simple life, I had "a somewhat harder" one. It was this difference of experience that worried me.

The nights we spent, all bruised and tired

I remembered the time, when both of us went to a trip at Padang, Indonesia. I would always frantically run around worrying whether or not Fattah had everything he needed, if he had forgotten something, if he was not telling me something. He'll go like your usual absent no worry face. Another time was when we first teamed up together for the first time at the CFS Open Debate Tournament. He always looked at me first before thinking anything, even I was sometimes baffled with the topics we debated about. There was another time me and him, with some other siblings we're home while our parents left. He just had a surgery on his intestine and he wanted to eat Maggi!!! I had to take out my belt and threaten to scar him if he didn't stop acting like an idiot and go back to his room. Could you believe it?!!! it was like he never didn't learn the lesson of eating healthy food yet even after a surgery. I always thought: what was this guy thinking about? And it was these moments with my siblings that I had to have the will to lead forward like a brother should.

IIUM Open Debate our annual teaming up

Remembering these events made me laugh. I didn't know when the turning point was. The Debates and Programs we had together? The constant show of anger and disagreement we had for each other? Or the same views and objectives we wanted for our life? Or was it just him somehow being more mature than I thought. whatever it was, the difference before this made the bond of brotherhood between us stronger. 

I remembered the time when we went for a debate tournament. Every year we'll team up and recreate Team Fauzi. without even saying it, the judge guessed that we were brothers because it was like we were a perfect team. He would hear my views more, I would listen to him. We would know when to talk about something and when to keep silent about it. We could assume what each of us were thinking about without talking about it. And for some very funny reason we would sound like we knew each other even though the time spent was short. I remembered my pupils telling me this during a debate training and one of them envied the way I talked with Fattah, like our bond was strong,

To me, he was like a brother like no other, complimenting each other. In the family, he'll be Mr Ustaz and telling all of our siblings about religion and what is right or wrong, while I'll be the one to have fun and play with. He'll be talking about hard stances like anti - facebook and protest, while I'll be talking about soft stances like stay at home use the internet as long as you don't forget to pray and don't go to protest. He'll be talking about you should only take things from Sahih Bukhari, I'll say that Fadhilat Amal is not such a bad idea. 

A brother like no other

On a monthly basis, we would meet up and talk about the issues pertaining our family, our plans, and our future. Like we were plotting something and it was going to change the world, which it would. We would have different views on the world, different ways to obtain it, but what we can agree is the end goal. 

I remembered the moment he became the semi-finalist for the IIUM Debate, I cried for him as though it was my lost, because I worry he wouldn't be able to go through it.

That feeling is worrying me now. 

It was this moment where it's a make - or - break in which I'm not there to help him nor remind him what he has forgotten or if he's doing something wrong. And so I pray: I pray that he finds the right path to success, that he achieves success and if otherwise, have the strength to to move beyond that success.       

I am Grateful to Allah, that among all the people in the world He choose you to be my younger brother, Fattah. Whatever happens, I'll be sure to support you, the same way how you would support me. 

1 Feasta

*Waiting for food*

All praise due to the Lord, who gave us food and who bestowed us the ability to indulge in it (1:1) Hath ye just knew, that the best of places to indulge in this blessing is with your fellow companions (1:2) It is a place where the one that is wise have put up there luxury and build their share of treasures (1:3) To call upon people like ye and aye, so that we may come and taste the specialties they have prepared for us (1:4) Ye might come here as any normal man, but not aye, we shall come finding happiness and fun (1:5) For playing inside is better than staying out in the sun (1:6)

One more glass for me father!

Why you not let me win????

Lo! like that actually!

They shall ask you of what food ye shall like (1:7) If so, then ask them of what ye is able to give back (1:8) However, one may only get what one can give back in return in fortune and gold!(1:9) Lo! Unless Ye have a father like mine! Mine pays for all!(1:10) Sweets, treats, all are meant to be feasts (1:11) For no amount of problems will stop me from indulging in these delicacies (1:12) Thus spoke me Fauzul Aziem, boss of all ye (1:13) 

I found it!

After searching and browsing through some photos people been posting on FB (I strongly discourage though), Twitter and some from God-knows-where website. I found some pictures of Team SRI Ayesha Debating!!!

I would like to thank the comitee members of the Dato CQ Teo Debate for posting these, it makes me proud to see them reaching quarters even with little or sometimes no experience leading a team.

I remember it'll always be me, Fattah or some other unknown guy that has to do the thinking, but now there's proof these little caliph of ours can do things if they put there head in it, enjoy the day and always make sure our nawaitu(intentions) is always because of Allah.

"Now Ye shall be known as QuarterZ"

and this isn't your normal average tournament, the Dato CQ Teo Debate gives points for WSDC, so with a little more polish insyaallah I'm pretty sure Islam will be having some strong voices in the future.

You'll think she knows what she's talking about =>

But I'm pretty sure in there, there's still some blurriness =)

I don't know when this was. Adj Feedback or Coin Toss?

And you wouldn't believe me if I said that they had little experience in debate

There are only 3 things in life that when you do because of Allah you can be sure to be proud of it and say it in front of Him,

"When you waqaf (give something to society) and people benefit from it,

When you teach and your students learn from it,

When you raise children to be good and they pray for you,"

I am Grateful that I made it Home

Alhamdullillah, praise to Allah s.w.t that yesterday I was able to reach home safely.

I am grateful that yesterday I was finally able to celebrate Nadiya's 8th birthday.

Ergo, before this, I wasn't able to come to Aziem's or Udden's Birthday, so this time I made an effort to come to Nadiya's birthday, better put my face somewhere.

I am grateful that I had enough money to buy all 3 of them presents, although it reached more than the budget I had expected, it was still enough to get me back to my house, the taxi driver was asking where in the world my house was, it seemed it was at the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the forest.

I bought Nadiya a nice little pink rabbit, I wanted to remind her about me, so I thought to myself, a stuffed rabbit would do!

As a brother, I am grateful that I remembered how adorable and naughty my siblings can be, if you buy a present for one of them, you have to buy for the others. I bought Ben 10 action figures both for Aziem and Udden, both looked delighted at there new toys.

Only Nuaim wasn't home yet, being in the middle between the two factions of "seniors" and "juniors" in the family, he was best of both worlds. There was some problems regarding his ticket back to Malaysia, alas, I'm grateful that he is still alright, he didn't even whine about it, he just said that if worst case scenario, he would celebrate at Bandung. He is so cheerful.
 
Ergo, I hope to see everyone this Eidul Fitri, This year I'll be the one driving back to "Kampung", I'm already a pro in long distance driving, my mum even went on calling me a very "ethical" driver. Thanks Ummi.


I am grateful to be home.

The World is SENSITIVE

Butter is better than Jam!

It's funny to see a country that provides you with almost....... almost all the rights (including the absurd ones) can go up in agony and chaos. and to begin with, you might have thought that only countries like Libya or Saudi would go with a riot, but no, now we see the U.K going with their PMS period.

Let's get our facts right, if I'm not mistaken the reason why there was a riot in London was because some crappy police shot a some black dude. mistaking it as a form of discrimination some people took to the streets.
another would be because the high prices of items, or the undeveloped urban areas..... and the list goes on and on, from social stigmas to this whole idea that citizens want a time to off from work.

Don't be an animal

the point is, these people are sensitive.

and it isn't a good thing, I remembered when i was overly sensitive you loose all common sense and become emotionally entrench in something you forgot the real reason why you did it.

What are you looking at?

Like one of those times when you're fighting with your sibling you wanted to punish him for taking your toys without your permission, then he spits at you, and you become emotional about it, so instead in talking about the toys, you knuckle him for spitting at you, which would never solve the problem..... get it? nope

The world has been more fragile and sensitive in the past 10 years than in the past 100 years, simply because of the media and globalization. Nowadays you can't even go to the bathroom without telling 40 people!!!

very acute this world is, we like to make fuss of even the smallX2 things like who should sit first, is butter better than a jam, or do I look fatter in these slim clothes? My great grandparents would laugh at the problems of the 21st century.

What we need is a reconciliation, a moment to think as some people would say it. Some time to stay still and ask ourselves, "good gracious lords, what have I become?!!"

Long Time Ramadhan

Dah lama tak update bllog ni, entah apa nak cakap...................

But............ let's make it simple for now. It's Ramadhan, the nights are wonderful, everyone is less talking and more smiling, and the food never tasted any better.

One of the things that you will find important during ramadhan, other than to fast and pray, is to meet up with friends and family.

Every day you'll be delighted to break your fast with other hungry faces and gobble up what little food you all have left. You also have to go through the squishing during jumaah prayers, everyone is trying to get the front seat and shake hands with the mullah.

But that's Ramadhan, and there are a whole lot of other interesting things happening during this moment. Hopefully I could update it for another time.

Why I hate Malaysian Exams

When you're too into exams your mind just goes all jumble

Today (or maybe more specific, 16/4/2011), Students in Malaysia have gone through the Malaysian University English Test or MUET for short. Just like any other exams you'll be sure to notice the faces of students and teachers alike, they just hate it. Not just because it's exams, but because it is in English.

MUET compromise of for papers. Speaking, Writing, Reading and finally Listening test.

The test by themselves are not hard, it seem to me like your average english exam. No, what's bugging me most is the fact that it's too objective orientated.

Objective Orientated

So what is Objective Orientated? well to put it simple, questions when asked only has one, and I only mean one answer right.

It seems kind of weird to have things like that in exams, especially when penetrating the global arena. The government is literally trying to control how we make our opinions or how we understand things. like for example this question, I got this question from my paper:

What do you think is the tone of the author in writing this article?
a) Condescending
b) Calm
c) Cabal

I certainly know that the majority of you don't know what A or C means. GOTCHA!!!

but here's the catch, there's only one correct answer...... but that's impossible!!!

why do I say so? because this is something subjective, how people perceive stuff is something subjective!!

other examples I could give is like the listening question, they asked what you listened, and ordered you to fill in some slots of answers, and if you understood wrong you wouldn't be able to answer it. Listening is something subjective too!!! don't they teach that in school?

Same people might listen to the same thing but perceive it differently. what comes into your mind when I say red light?

you see what I mean?

So what the examination system is doing is that it's turning us into some robots, it wants us to follow some weird system that neither you or me know why. It's like wanting us to answer a question from what it has given only, nothing else.

This is where the problem arise when you have things like sensitive issues and all of this sensitive discussions, it's because people are not able to open up, to tell out what is in there heads, there sooo closed up with the system they aren't able to respect or understand the views of others. That is Malaysia.

So next time you get exams, make sure that even though there's only one answer on the paper, there is still a lot more in your head.

WE SHALL NOT BE CHAINED FROM OUT THOUGHTS!!! =)

Is it time yet?

Walking on the pavement of my campus, I saw the starry sky and the smiling moon upon me, it was a scene anyone would cherish. Who wouldn't agree that the creation of the sky and the stars was something beautiful and magnificent, even to the eyes of us humans.

But watching the starry sky wasn't my intention. The beauty of walking outside under something my sister would call "aswadsky " is just among many of the gifts Allah bestowed upon me. Now it's time to see whether one of those gifts have reached it's expiry date.

One of my inquisitive yet disturbing hobby is my habit of walking around during the night, let it be jogging or just plain walking. Some people might see me as a freak doing this, others are just confused.

You'll appreciate the time spent alone in your own head, away from all of the nonsense in this world.

Hand Sanitizers: Protection against "wholly hearted" Muslims

With the uprising of the usage of forks, knives and spoons, some eating places (restauranteurs, buffets, ceremonies etc) have not been providing places where Muslims can wash there hands to eat.

Eating with hands has been a norm in Muslim society since the ages of Adam and Eve. The eating of the forbidden fruit was with their hands (Duh). The Prophet if not eating soups or any watery substance will use his hands, if not all the time, from bread to chicken to burgers (ok, I made that up).

And so, many "good-obedient" Muslims have been following this "sunnah" for quite some time. One of my Ustaz once said to me:

"We believe that whatever the prophet does will be rewarded with heaven"

Besides that, eating with your hands is much more easier than eating with normal cutlery. Imagine the pain and hardship of trying to chop the lamb with a fork and knife when any other Muslims will easily just rip it apart with there bare hands. to our non-muslim friends watching us gruesomely ripping out the steak and chickens and eating it with tasty-mouth watering looks gives the impression that we are as barbaric as they think of us.

Are Sanitizers the Path to hell?

However recent(well not so recent) discoveries have shown that when eating with your hands, helps in the digestion of food more easily (one of the reason you don't see many Muslims entering "the biggest loser"). Our hands secretes enzymes that makes food easily decomposed (that's why your mom always gets angry to you when you touch the food on the plate with your bare hands!!), thus the reason why you might see a Muslim eating his/her food with mouth-watering looks.

Now the problem comes when there isn't any place to wash there hands. It comes as a dilemma for every "practicing" Muslim if he couldn't wash his/her hands as the next "sunnah" of the prophet is to cleanse thy hands after it. Not to mention that almost a majority of the "sunnah" requires the use of your hands (from shaking hands, giving alms, helping the old lady pick up her stuff etc). It will be quite the dilemma for we Muslims.

That's where our non-Muslim friends has helped us solved this dilemma by creating a fast and easy cleansing method: Hand sanitizers. Now, Muslims from all over the world can enjoy following the "sunnah" of the prophet thanks to companies like Dettol, Gold Bond Ultimate, MicroArmor, Hy5, Soapopular, SHBAN, and Handclens. Or can they?

Recent discoveries (And I mean very recent) have shown that hand sanitizers contains alcohol substance like isopropanol, ethanol and n-propanol. Ethanol is the alcohol in beer and other alcohol based drinks.

Now think about it, before Muslims eat, you put on hand sanitizers on your hand, wouldn't some of that alcohol be left on your hand? and then you put your hand into your food, eating it with all the alcohol left in there, thus committing one of the most hideous crimes a Muslim can do: consumption of alcohol. The prophet says that even a small quantity of alcohol will earn you 100 slashes, this shows the severity of this.

Muslim scholars from all over the world have been calling this "a way of Satan corrupting the hearts and minds of young innocent Muslims"

"This is an abomination to Muslim Belief!!! it is the way of the Kafir trying to make sure that we follow them into hell, we shall not accept this!!!"

"We shall burn all sanitizers to the ground the same way how our beloved Prophet S.A.W burned all the alcohol"

"I think that Reckitt Benckiser (the manufacturer of Dettol) is a member of the "Illuminati" and deserves his head being chopped"

Whether or not the International Fatwa will issue a law whether or not to ban the hand sanitizers is still for debate, but still you can't ignore the fact that this is the method the Kafirs are destroying the Muslims.

PS: Anything that is not base on religion is only fictional and is not intended to put a bad name on anyone except those whom are "really" against Islam. We apologize for any discomforts.