Hands

When I was performing du’a after Zuhr prayer this afternoon, a thought ran across my mind.

“50 years from now on, if these hands are still alive, what will have they done by then? Will they cause more benefits than destructions on Earth or the other way around?”

I stopped my du’a momentarily and stare my palms. These two contraptions God gave to us all are the most causative than any part of our body. Yes, the brain thinks and the hands do, but brain all by itself is a useless bunch of firing neurons.

If we compare our hands with any part of our body anatomically, there is no other organ or limb that has a perfect balance of control and strength as our hands. Our eyeball muscles are extremely precise but very weak. Our heart muscles are very strong yet uncontrollable. With these two hands, we can use them from lifting heavy rocks to performing brain surgeries without compromising the quality of the jobs we have done.

But for Muslims, these two hands are also a symbol of our greatest weapon. Du’a IS the greatest weapon of a Muslim. I wondered for a long time of how this is possible. Is du’a enough to feed our families? Is it enough to win a war? Is it enough for us to enter the Paradise?

I pondered upon this question for a long time. Then the answer struck me. It is the greatest weapon because we know for sure that we are asking from the True God. Therefore for those unbelievers, either they are praying or not, it doesn’t matter because they ask the wrong guy.

Imagine if you’re applying for a post in a company. Praying to other beings is like asking the cleaners to give you a job as a manager. Instead, when you pray to Allah, it’s like you asking from a CEO to give you the job, which he can, but will he?

Here comes the works, the efforts that you must mount up, in order to gain what you want. Our weapon will be the greatest when we know how to use it. Then why are we still lagging way behind the unbelievers? It’s not because we don’t know how or who we must ask, but rather, what we lack is efforts.

We are always content on everything. Complacency is rampant throughout Muslim society. Thomas A. Edison, the inventor of light bulb, once said,

‘I have not failed. I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work.’

This he said after he managed to find the correct material for light bulb filament, which he failed to do before, 10 000 times over. Why can’t we do better things than he already did? Supposedly we are Muslims, the Ummah of Prophet Muhammad, the best of all Ummahs, yet we can’t prove it?

Shame on us. Really.

This is also what he said.

“Restlessness is discontent and discontent is the first necessity of progress. Show me a thoroughly satisfied man and I will show you a failure.”

So true. We, as an Ummah, is a living example of what he said. We ARE a failure. We have to admit that in order to move forward. Where do you think our social status lies as Malay Muslims? What have we achieved in all these years? In case you haven’t noticed, we are WAY behind.

So today, when you are performing du’a, make a firm belief in your heart that you will make the world better in one way or another, with your two hands. Because you can, only and if only you want to do it. If you really are committed to it, one day, 50 years from now, when you look at your hands during du’a, you know that they have served their purpose well.

Gone With the Wind

I've been here for some times, and just being here is a long and arduous task that I must endure.

How I long to be free, and walk upon this earth, and feast upon its beauty… But it is not feasible, at least for now.

How I envy those who are given the opportunity to be free, to be released of all kinds of duty and responsibility, save for a few.

For now, I must remain here, where I belong, doing what I’m supposed to do.

Eventhough my soul is yearning, trying to claw up to its dream, but it’s not the time yet.

There’s always the next time.

…and the next, and the next…

Finality vs. Anticlimax

This is one of the most difficult books I’ve ever read.

876 websites, 14 reference books, 5 archeological journals, 538 pictures and paintings, 345 articles and miscellaneous sources, 1 Al-Quran, and days of isolating myself in my room later, I finally understand what this book is trying to convey.

This book is mainly about Priory of Sion, Templar Knights and what secrets they are guarding. Eventhough some of the theories seems too far-fetched, the rest are undeniably true, especially about how these secrets societies know the true nature of Jesus Himself, of which he is not the God’s son.

Apparently the Catholic Church fears their downfall would be imminent if these secrets are let out, and there are attempts throughout the centuries to retain the secrets. Some are in form of bloody mass-murders and some are under-the-table deals between those two parties. The book is so complicated that if I try to meticulously explain even 1 page of it in this blog, I will be sued by Bloggers.com for flooding their bandwidth.

Anyway, after some thoughts, I’m convinced that these people who hold the true nature of Jesus in secret might still hold true to His teachings, therefore it may be possible that Ahlul-Kitab are still present among us. Truly the Quran is the Book of Ages, and its contents will never wither with time.

Now that I have finished the book, excruciating boredom will set in. It’s quite an anticlimax for the exhilaration that I finally finish the book. My heartfelt thanks to the person who gave me this book as a gift, many months ago.

Now, who want to give me another book?

Redundancy of a Necrosis

There were some mix-ups at work today, so I have to wait for my colleague to come before I can continue my work. It is such a bothersome delay. So I took a walk outside and sat on a bench.

I saw two female support workers chatting 15 feet from me. Because of the calming silence, I could easily overhear them.

Worker A said, “Sekolah yang anak aku minta hari tu dah hantar surat terima. Suka betul anak aku tu. Minta-minta lah dia dapat pelajaran yang lebih elok. Dapat tolong adik-adik dia nanti.”

Worker B asked, “Macam mana dengan abangnya yang sulung tu?”

Worker A replied, “Macam tu jugalah. Puas dah aku nasihatkan. Siang malam dengan motor, kawan-kawan dadah dia tu. Memang macam arwah ayah dia. Aku risau anak-anak aku yang lain pun ikut.”

A concerned single mother of a broken family in a rotten society. I hope God helps her to keep going through, day by day, because a life that you and I consider hell-like is hers and only one.

To have strength like hers is magnificent, because even if every lines and wrinkles in her seasoned face shows grieve and weariness, her eyes are still lit by determination, never conceding defeat to the challenges of life.

And here I am, leading a relatively easier life. What I’ve done for my people? Many of them are living more or less the same hellish lives. No one deserves that, especially this long-suffering mother.

I took a last glance of her, stood up, and walked away. I prayed that one day her life will change. Her hell will exist no more. And I my determination to release my people from such hell begin here.

Yeah, I should finish that cell diffusion analysis.

Happy Hol Day to Pahangites. Enjoy while it lasts.

The Walking Ichthys

I’ve been meaning to write this post a few months back, before my final exam, but I kept putting it off for many different reasons. Maybe I just kept doubting whether I should put the idea into writing or not.

Ichthys is the Greek word for fish. So it would be strange when people talk about walking fish because you never see one. What stands between a person and a nonsensical statement is only his/her empirical capability, to judge and reason between right and wrong depending on what he/she can sense.

The walking Ichthys is the mark of evolution theory, which profoundly opposes the creationism taught by divine religion, among them the Christianity which is symbolized by the Ichthys in its early days. These two opposing ideas provoke the thoughts of many; which one is correct and which one is wrong?

According to the basic of reason, things that are sensed and can be logically proven are the truth. However, even this method can be challenged. Firstly, if you see something that totally out of reality, such as a witch flying on a broomstick, would you believe what you see? Even if the event is true, you would doubt you eyes, or your judgment.

Secondly, the limit of what we call reality is only up to the 3 dimension world we live in, because that’s the limit of what we could sense. Scientists say that all matter is made up from energy, and that’s why matter can move only up to the speed of 0.9c, not more. Light is pure energy, yet it can move only at 1c. And then why God says that Angels, which are made from light, can move faster than that?

Now we traverse into the realm of metaphysics. Things that are deemed to be true but cannot be proven scientifically are considered metaphysical in nature. Therefore, our reason contradicts itself. How something that is reasonably untrue can be believed as true? Then what is the purpose of reason?

There are other sides of this universe that we cannot peek through; therefore our reason isn’t complete because we cannot sense those hidden sides properly. If this universe is limitless, imagine what can human do. We may be able to reverse time. Or do intergalaxy travel. Or simply enjoying our parallel universe.

It is after a long walk through field of knowledge that man can finally say that he is ignorant of everything. The theory of evolution might be right for animal species but it still can’t find the missing link between human and ape. The creationism is believed by many people, but you’ll be hard pressed to prove it logically, of how Adam and Eve came down from heaven.

The Ichthys may be walking or not, once. For all we know, reasons are created for us here on earth, on this timeline and in this dimension, for us to live day by day with it.

Failed. Miserably.

That slab is impertinent. Whatever next to it, mattered, once.


We visualize perfection, but we believe in imperfection. We rationalize our failures with our imperfection. We rationalize the fear of failure with the desire to strive for success.

Therefore, when we actually fail, that feeling of beaten originated from all the efforts that yield nothing. We then go back to square one, imperfection.

So many efforts that are gone to drain, and we keep lamenting for their loss, for we gain nothing from it. Yet, those might be guidelines for others, to tread not the path we have gone before.

For most people, the guide is beneficial as prevention. But there exist some few lucky persons who benefit from our losses, so as to create a balance in nature.

Therefore, there is no road gone untraveled, there is no possibility gone unexplored. In itself, it’s perfection, from a summation of imperfection. Strange how this thing works.

If you are traversing the darkest alley, or falling into the darkest abyss in your darkest days, remember how the Vortigaunts put it.

"This is more than anyone can bear, but we will persevere."

These are the days when I can remember her more clearly than ever. Ah, my darkest hours. Glad they are gone, but I will travel down that road again. Luckier this time, hopefully.

Because I can, and still, remember her.

To Be or Not To Be

I love Shakespeare’s works. I bet if he’s living in our age, his work would be totally unparalleled, much like Microsoft’s dominance in the computing world.

His ingenuity in literature world is totally amazing, so much so that many of his plays are still studied in our time, to reveal what are his thoughts when he created those beautiful plays.

To my brothers and sisters in Palestine, and to all Muslims in the world, I present you, To Be or Not To Be by William Shakespeare.

To be or not to be, that is the question;
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing, end them. To die, to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to — 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life,
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.

Remember always, the choice is ours. To be or not to be.

To fight or not to fight.

To live for nothing or die for something.

DO something. BE someone.