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di Kuala Lumpur
(09.05.2006)
Sayonara 2011 – Welcome 2012!
Me would like to wish everyone a happy and prosperous new year 2012!
Hopefully 2012 would bring in more joys and happiness to us despite the many uncertainties out there.
Be brave, lets us move forward to face the challenges awaiting us in the coming year – just as we have done before when welcoming 2011 and the years before that.
InsyaAllah, our sincere efforts to make the best of what has been entrusted to us won’t go to waste as we should put all our trust in Allah, who will surely provide for us our sustenance, for He is the Almighty and the all encompassing Provider.
Let us immersed ourselves in the remembrance of Allah all the time for we don’t know how much longer we will be on this earth, time is too short, so make full use of it to gain more knowledge so that we know who Allah is...may all our efforts to be good Muslims be rewarded by Him...Ameen......
Cheras, Kuala Lumpur
31.12.2011
Hopefully 2012 would bring in more joys and happiness to us despite the many uncertainties out there.
Be brave, lets us move forward to face the challenges awaiting us in the coming year – just as we have done before when welcoming 2011 and the years before that.
InsyaAllah, our sincere efforts to make the best of what has been entrusted to us won’t go to waste as we should put all our trust in Allah, who will surely provide for us our sustenance, for He is the Almighty and the all encompassing Provider.
Let us immersed ourselves in the remembrance of Allah all the time for we don’t know how much longer we will be on this earth, time is too short, so make full use of it to gain more knowledge so that we know who Allah is...may all our efforts to be good Muslims be rewarded by Him...Ameen......
Cheras, Kuala Lumpur
31.12.2011
The Zenga Zenga Parody
Me was watching a documentary on Al-Jazeera regarding the recent uprising in Libya against the rule of Muammar Gaddafi entitled “The Long Road To Tripoli”, when me came across the catch phrase “zenga zenga” being made into the popular “war song” of the young Libyan revolutionaries on their way to liberate Tripoli from the clutches of the Gaddafi’s regime.
The words were first uttered by Gaddafi himself during one of his speeches in the early days of the uprising back in February when he pompously dubbed the people who revolted against him as “rats” which he vowed to crush and hunt down the protesters “inch by inch, room by room, house by house, street by street“ or "zenga zenga” in the local dialect.
“Zenga Zenga” quickly became the “battle cry” and parodied by the media savvy young revolutionaries who cleverly turned it into a hip hop You Tube sensation which went “viral”- to mock and turn the table to fight Gaddafi “zenga zenga” until they achieve their objective of deposing the tyrant.
Me still remember, during the Iranian revolution, 32 years earlier, the battle cry of “La Syarkiyya La Gharbiyyah” that reverberated among the masses at that time had also proved potent for the revolution, enabling the support of the ordinary populace to rise up and put an end to the brutal Shah Pahlavi’s regime.
It was just amazing to watch the raw fighting spirit shown by these young fighters who were mostly made up of ordinary Libyans from various “non-combatant” background. On hindsight, it was truly remarkable to watch these disorganize band of fighters overcome a seemingly insurmountable situation with only the spirit of adventurism in them and no other agenda except a blazing desire to see Muammar Gaddafi go!
These were the true and unselfish fighters of the Libyan revolution. Together with their “foreign Libyans” counterpart, who had been living in exiled for the most parts of their lives while the regime was in power the past 42 years, they were at the forefront of the battlefield while hip hopping the “Zenga Zenga” song all the way to Tripoli, the capital of Libya and the seat of power for the Gaddafi’s regime.
What impressed me most watching these young fighters, especially those second generation Libyans raised in Europe, was their apparent resolve to totally forsake the comfort of their homes and their loved ones in pursuit of the single objective of liberating their motherland from the clutches of the Gaddafi regime and the freedom to choose their own destiny.
Let us resolve to make the “Zenga Zenga” parody as a plain reminder to us all, especially as Muslims, we should not be arrogant if we are in the citadel of power and if we are the downtrodden,we should fight for our rights by emulating the carefree fighting spirit and selfless sacrifices shown by the young Libyan fighters and not to easily surrender our precious freedom to despots who are bent to snatch it from us.
AllahuAkbar! Allah is Great!
The words were first uttered by Gaddafi himself during one of his speeches in the early days of the uprising back in February when he pompously dubbed the people who revolted against him as “rats” which he vowed to crush and hunt down the protesters “inch by inch, room by room, house by house, street by street“ or "zenga zenga” in the local dialect.
“Zenga Zenga” quickly became the “battle cry” and parodied by the media savvy young revolutionaries who cleverly turned it into a hip hop You Tube sensation which went “viral”- to mock and turn the table to fight Gaddafi “zenga zenga” until they achieve their objective of deposing the tyrant.
Me still remember, during the Iranian revolution, 32 years earlier, the battle cry of “La Syarkiyya La Gharbiyyah” that reverberated among the masses at that time had also proved potent for the revolution, enabling the support of the ordinary populace to rise up and put an end to the brutal Shah Pahlavi’s regime.
It was just amazing to watch the raw fighting spirit shown by these young fighters who were mostly made up of ordinary Libyans from various “non-combatant” background. On hindsight, it was truly remarkable to watch these disorganize band of fighters overcome a seemingly insurmountable situation with only the spirit of adventurism in them and no other agenda except a blazing desire to see Muammar Gaddafi go!
These were the true and unselfish fighters of the Libyan revolution. Together with their “foreign Libyans” counterpart, who had been living in exiled for the most parts of their lives while the regime was in power the past 42 years, they were at the forefront of the battlefield while hip hopping the “Zenga Zenga” song all the way to Tripoli, the capital of Libya and the seat of power for the Gaddafi’s regime.
What impressed me most watching these young fighters, especially those second generation Libyans raised in Europe, was their apparent resolve to totally forsake the comfort of their homes and their loved ones in pursuit of the single objective of liberating their motherland from the clutches of the Gaddafi regime and the freedom to choose their own destiny.
Let us resolve to make the “Zenga Zenga” parody as a plain reminder to us all, especially as Muslims, we should not be arrogant if we are in the citadel of power and if we are the downtrodden,we should fight for our rights by emulating the carefree fighting spirit and selfless sacrifices shown by the young Libyan fighters and not to easily surrender our precious freedom to despots who are bent to snatch it from us.
AllahuAkbar! Allah is Great!
Happy Birthday Nur AzZahra!
Tomorrow she will be 2 years old. How time flies, me still remember when she was born, me had just been discharged from the hospital and still recuperating from me surgery. Last week, a few days shy of her birthday, me had the sweetest of experience when suddenly the little AzZahra uttered the word “Oppa!” – grandpa!
Such was the joy of having to experience and being able to relive again those moments in the days gone by where your own little children, now all grown up adults, were themselves uttering their first word of "mama" or "papa" when they were about her age. Me really missed those beautiful period of the growing up years of me children, including Az Zahra’s father, either due to work engagements or them being away from home, after being taken care of by me in-laws in the village.
Watching the children growing up was always the greatest satisfaction of being parents and those happy moments would be treasured throughout our life's journey. Hearing the word "Oppa" coming from me sweet little AzZahra means the world and me would relish that moment and the moments to come watching her growing into an exquisite and impeccable Muslimah - insyaAllah.
Happy 2nd birthday Nur AzZahra!! May Allah blessed you, your little sister AzZuhaira and your parents and may you live your life to the fullest in the guidance of the Almighty Allah – Ameen.
"AzZahra and her little sister AzZuhaira"
Gaddafi Oh Gaddafi!
Today is the 21st day of October 2011, me is supposed to celebrate me “unofficial birthday” today, not many knew that today is actually me real birthday. It is quite complicated actually, to think of me birthday supposed to be today but in the official document it stated 1st of January instead. Nevertheless, me “trajectory” in life had been destined to be as such – a person with two “birthdates”, so no regrets...
To reflect a bit, this same time last year, me was in Saudi Arabia where me had had quite a unique experience of waking up in the holy city of Mecca and on the same day, by nightfall, sleeping in the holy city of Medina visiting the prophet’s mosque before coming back home a few days later. Being in two of the holiest places in Islam in a day was quite a feat in itself, more so if it was made on your own birthday! This time around, in stark contrast to last year, the 21st October falls on Friday, other than going out to the market in the morning and attending the Friday prayer in the afternoon, the whole day was spent at home, alone!
A year had gone by and to recount the many things happening would be quite a chore. Only yesterday me was in Bintulu for a business meeting. It was quite a somber meeting and the outcome did dent me spirit a bit. Nevertheless, the meeting had set me thinking that in business things could change dramatically and we’d better be alert at the slightest hint of trouble if we are to survive – true enough, it was a kind of premonition that our vendor status would come to an end and we are now “graduated” to the next level of playing field! After five years of being a vendor, the insatiable feeling of not having enough is too strong thus making us craving for more…alas the reality is not as such and we have to live with what we have to sustain our business operations.
Arriving home after the tiring trip, me attention was then transfixed at the news that the deposed Libyan leader Colonel Gaddafi was killed just that afternoon in his birth place of Sirte in Libya. It did not meant much except that back in the late sixties, while me was growing up, Gaddafi was me hero when he took over power after a military coup. He had been me hero for quite sometimes after that until me realized that he too made the same mistakes other great leaders made – not willing to let go and craving for more when the time is up and in Gaddafi’s case 42 years is just not enough!
Such was our human folly, alas we forget that God is the all Powerful for He is the One that give and take back “power’ from whom He wishes, for His wills cannot be undone….
After all, the “Arab Spring” uprising which had begun in Tunisia then spread to Egypt earlier in the year had ended Gaddafi’s long tenure as a leader who had been blinded by his own hunger for powers…may God has mercy on his soul.
To reflect a bit, this same time last year, me was in Saudi Arabia where me had had quite a unique experience of waking up in the holy city of Mecca and on the same day, by nightfall, sleeping in the holy city of Medina visiting the prophet’s mosque before coming back home a few days later. Being in two of the holiest places in Islam in a day was quite a feat in itself, more so if it was made on your own birthday! This time around, in stark contrast to last year, the 21st October falls on Friday, other than going out to the market in the morning and attending the Friday prayer in the afternoon, the whole day was spent at home, alone!
A year had gone by and to recount the many things happening would be quite a chore. Only yesterday me was in Bintulu for a business meeting. It was quite a somber meeting and the outcome did dent me spirit a bit. Nevertheless, the meeting had set me thinking that in business things could change dramatically and we’d better be alert at the slightest hint of trouble if we are to survive – true enough, it was a kind of premonition that our vendor status would come to an end and we are now “graduated” to the next level of playing field! After five years of being a vendor, the insatiable feeling of not having enough is too strong thus making us craving for more…alas the reality is not as such and we have to live with what we have to sustain our business operations.
Arriving home after the tiring trip, me attention was then transfixed at the news that the deposed Libyan leader Colonel Gaddafi was killed just that afternoon in his birth place of Sirte in Libya. It did not meant much except that back in the late sixties, while me was growing up, Gaddafi was me hero when he took over power after a military coup. He had been me hero for quite sometimes after that until me realized that he too made the same mistakes other great leaders made – not willing to let go and craving for more when the time is up and in Gaddafi’s case 42 years is just not enough!
Such was our human folly, alas we forget that God is the all Powerful for He is the One that give and take back “power’ from whom He wishes, for His wills cannot be undone….
After all, the “Arab Spring” uprising which had begun in Tunisia then spread to Egypt earlier in the year had ended Gaddafi’s long tenure as a leader who had been blinded by his own hunger for powers…may God has mercy on his soul.
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