<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802</id><updated>2011-12-02T10:52:26.246+08:00</updated><category term='life updates'/><category term='think about it'/><category term='cinta'/><category term='malay'/><category term='old man talk'/><category term='Lian Padukan'/><title type='text'>Lian Padukan - Arif Safwan</title><subtitle type='html'>The Prophet Muhammad (s.a.w.) said: “Know that there is a piece of meat in a human body. When it is good, then the body is good but when it is bad, then the body will become bad. The piece of meat is our heart.” (Bukhari and Muslim)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-2450250020067780729</id><published>2011-12-01T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T03:02:38.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The lost of another grandmaster..</title><content type='html'>30th November 2011, Wednesday, 5 PM, Grandmaster of Gayang Lima, Allahyarham Abd Rahman Majid @ Pak Atan Air Batu, who was a famous buah pukul master in Kluang,Johor, just passed away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condolences to his family, and all those who know him, especially those who have learned under him. May his knowledge be passed on and be used for good, and may his soul be placed with the pious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's recite al-fatihah as a hadiyyah for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-2450250020067780729?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/2450250020067780729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2011/12/lost-of-another-grandmaster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/2450250020067780729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/2450250020067780729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2011/12/lost-of-another-grandmaster.html' title='The lost of another grandmaster..'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-1990109643378775402</id><published>2011-11-26T15:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T15:46:27.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lian Padukan Grading 2011</title><content type='html'>Salaam to all. It has been informed to me and other LP members that the grading will be conducted in December. Details as follows :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date : 10th December 2011&lt;br /&gt;Time : 8PM - 5 PM (roughly last year's time)&lt;br /&gt;Venue : HELP college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss this big annual event of Lian Padukan. Teachers from around the country will be there, and this is the chance to meet them, and learn a thing or two, even though it's grading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time start training everyone! Although going to a higher grade doesn't necessarily mean you're a better fighter, it does mean you've been exposed and tested on the preservation of the syllabus, but of course, it can improve your fighting skill as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best to everyone, and as a bonus, here are two videos from the Lian Tasbih Course made by Cikgu Ain Srikandi, taken from:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://lianpadukansrikandi.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mfRWD16Faaw?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mfRWD16Faaw?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eu3gT4zTLqk?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eu3gT4zTLqk?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, and have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;Any extra info on Lian Padukan can be found here :&lt;br /&gt;http://lianpadukanacademy.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or call Cikgu Hisham Giant, Lian Padukan Martial Arts Academy , Gombak.&lt;br /&gt;(016-702 7449)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-1990109643378775402?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/1990109643378775402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2011/11/lian-padukan-grading-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/1990109643378775402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/1990109643378775402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2011/11/lian-padukan-grading-2011.html' title='Lian Padukan Grading 2011'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-7903452934483386672</id><published>2011-11-19T12:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T12:56:17.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting Spirit</title><content type='html'>Exactly a week ago, the "Lian Tasbih &amp; Kipas Nandung" course organized by Lian Padukan Malaysia was held. Although it started abit late, it was worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently there's a man by the name of Mr. Parvez Alam, who organizes charity events among martial arts associations every now and then, and this course I'm talking about is one of them. The proceedings from the event will be given to charity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U3SULc1XLyY/TscpPeZ0JII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/EB7ChvELLis/s1600/99-bead-wooden-tasbih.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U3SULc1XLyY/TscpPeZ0JII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/EB7ChvELLis/s320/99-bead-wooden-tasbih.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the story. The Grandmaster of LP himself came to KL and taught us how to use the tasbih, or rosary in english, as a weapon. Of course, it was slightly modified(slightly?heh). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A steel pendulum is attached to the rosary, thus giving it extra weight and momentum, not to mention the blunt force damage that would most probably result in this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ezXIutlwzBA/Tscn1sfpuDI/AAAAAAAAAUE/w9BA5vH0-tw/s1600/watermelon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ezXIutlwzBA/Tscn1sfpuDI/AAAAAAAAAUE/w9BA5vH0-tw/s320/watermelon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Imagine that being someone's head&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a simple weapon, and the techniques are simple to learn too. Some basic swinging and slinging , some basic drills, and you're done. Of course, this needs practice,so that you won't accidentally hid yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's special about it is, if the cord used for the rosary is strong, say perhaps a thin steel cable, it can block sharp weapons quite easily. Slashing weapons seem to bounce of the rosary if done properly, and the swinging pendulum will follow up and hit the opponent. Very effective, with good range too(depending on the size of your custom made rosary).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way to use it is slightly similar to the nunchaku. Albeit different , but similar. Another use for it is locking and grappling, although not suitable in certain situations, it can be really helpful when the opponent is already bashed up,and you just want to keep him under control without killing him. Even so, for most of us LP practitioners, there's not much 'feel' in locking. Bashing is the way to go~  No 'umph' in locking..heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next , on with the bonus part, "Kipas Nandung", which is similar to the Ba Gua technique used by taichi practitioners. It looks soft, it's drills are soft in nature(but tiring), but the power is so great compared to what is seen on the outside. It utilizes flexibility, timing, and speed, in inflicting the most possible damage,especially in close range. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9NVLPF_jwQY/Tscs8tOi75I/AAAAAAAAAUc/XiCqa5TPgTw/s1600/xing-yi-quan-tueren-horizontal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="230" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9NVLPF_jwQY/Tscs8tOi75I/AAAAAAAAAUc/XiCqa5TPgTw/s320/xing-yi-quan-tueren-horizontal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Similar stance for Kipas Nandung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to taste a few teachers' Kipas Nandung techniques , such as from Cikgu Din Gondrong, the head of LP Johor, and Cikgu Jefri, also Cikgu Arif, and it sure left a mark on my body for a few days. No pain no gain eh? heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing ,in my opinion, about this technique, is the speed and its instantaneous flurry of hits that a normal person just cannot seem to block or dodge, and they might be stunned and keep getting hit. Too fast too furious! &lt;br /&gt;Since it doesn't utilize the clenched fist,or brute strength, it is very suitable for women to learn this. Good exercise, looks harmless, but deadly to the touch. &lt;br /&gt;Here are some variations to the technique, and its similarities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="https://www.youtube.com/v/tYhHbancxX4?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="https://www.youtube.com/v/tYhHbancxX4?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Applications&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QP5TgxWaZrs?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QP5TgxWaZrs?version=3&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mostly used as blocks here.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly , I would like to express my deep gratitude to the Grandmaster of Lian Padukan, Ayahanda Hj Mohd Hasyim bin Hj Mohd Salleh, for his support and willingness to spend time with us members ,and pass on knowledge to us, and also to Cikgu Hisyam Giant for hosting us, and providing us a suitable place to train, and of course not to forget, the Srikandi of Lian Padukan, Cikgu Ain, and also all other teachers and members that came and supported LP that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-7903452934483386672?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/7903452934483386672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2011/11/exactly-week-ago-lian-tasbih-kipas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/7903452934483386672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/7903452934483386672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2011/11/exactly-week-ago-lian-tasbih-kipas.html' title='Fighting Spirit'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U3SULc1XLyY/TscpPeZ0JII/AAAAAAAAAUQ/EB7ChvELLis/s72-c/99-bead-wooden-tasbih.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-4832203499073329325</id><published>2011-10-27T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T18:23:07.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghaib sebentar..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;*Dipetik dari email Cikgu Hisham giant, Lian Padukan Gombak.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lian Padukan terpilih sekali lagi mewakili Malaysia sama-sama terlibat dalam Program WORLD FIGHTING FOR LIVES 2011, November ini ( 12 November 2011 ) untuk kali yang ke-2. Pertama kali LP joined pada 2009. ( the first FFL event ). The founder for this event is Dr Parvez Alam from Finland.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Kali ini event ini melibatkan lebih ramai guru2 martial arts dari seluruh dunia mengadakan bengkel dan workshop martial arts atas dasar membantu anak2 yatim seluruh dunia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kursus 1, Nov. 2009 - Untuk FFL, Tekpi bersama Hikayat 1001 Tumbok&lt;br /&gt;Kursus 2, Nov.2011- Untuk FFL, Lian Tasbih bersama Applikasi Kipas Nandung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" TERBUKA UNTUK SEMUA SAMADA MEMPUNYAI LATAR BELAKANG MARTIAL ARTS ATAU TIDAK. TUJUANNYA ADALAH UNTUK KEBAJIKAN ".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Duit terkumpul akan di sumbangkan kepada rumah-rumah anak yatim terpilih di selangor. Harapan kali ini, lebih ramai akan terlibat dan bersama-sama membuat amal kebajikan.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;http://www.fightingforlives.org/2011/06/world-fighting-for-lives-weekend.html&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;KURSUS             : Lian Tasbih ( 45 Degree )&lt;br /&gt;Hadiah             : Applikasi / Buah Kipas Nandung&lt;br /&gt;Oleh               : Raja Buah Pukol - Ayahanda Dr Haji Mohammed Hashim Salleh&lt;br /&gt;TARIKH             : 12 November 2011 ( Sabtu )&lt;br /&gt;MASA               : 9.00 - 5.00 pm&lt;br /&gt;TEMPAT             : LPMAA gombak ( bergantung kepada penyertaan )&lt;br /&gt;YURAN              : BUKAN AHLI  - RM150.00&lt;br /&gt;                     AHLI Dewasa - RM100.00&lt;br /&gt;                     Peserta Bersekolah - RM 70.00&lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Harapan saya dan Ayahanda Dr.Haji Mohammed Hasyim Salleh, agar lebih ramai terlibat dalam menjayakan kursus kebajikan ini.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dr.Muhamad Hishamudin Bin Haji Abdul Aziz (Sam)&lt;br /&gt;016-7027449&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guru Khatam Lian Padukan&lt;br /&gt;Setiausaha - Persataun Seni Silat Lian Padukan Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;Pengurus - Lian Padukan Martial Arts Academy&lt;br /&gt;AJK Pusat -Malaysian Martial Arts Grandmaster Association ( MAGMA )&lt;br /&gt;Certified Instructor for RAW COMBAT International&lt;br /&gt;Consultant for Rehabilitation and Sports Science Research &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~End of message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian lama tak bertandang , dah lama juga tak ke gelanggang. Sejak naik semester baru ni, tak pergi lagi saya ke gelanggang LP Gombak,atas sebab-sebab yang tak dapat dielakkan. harap maaf cikgu hisham giant. huhu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rindu rasanya nak berlatih, lama sangat tak asah kemahiran dan kefahaman buah pukul. Entah ape jadinya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti yang anda semua maklum, Lian Padukan Malaysia akan menganjurkan kursus sekali gus memberi sokongan kepada Dr Parvez Alam dalam usahanya untuk membantu anak-anak yatim seluruh dunia melalui seni bela diri. Lian tasbih? Tak pernah tahu macam mana rupa. Pernah dengar disebut-sebut sahaja, tu pun sekali dua. Kipas nandung, teknik yang sering dipuji, tapi tak pernah dipelajari. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagi siapa yang berminat, boleh menghubungi Cikgu Hisham Giant pada nombor yang tertera di atas tadi. Murah je bro.huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi satu, saya difahamkan bahawa Grading Lian Padukan Kebangsaan 2011 akan diadakan pada bulan Disember ni. Oleh itu,kepada semua ahli LP, selamat berlatih dan selamat maju jaya untuk grading akan datang. Jangan lupa simpan duit untuk grading jugak. Nanti kopak sendiri rugi.huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-4832203499073329325?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/4832203499073329325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2011/10/ghaib-sebentar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/4832203499073329325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/4832203499073329325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2011/10/ghaib-sebentar.html' title='Ghaib sebentar..'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-2308188166902242283</id><published>2011-09-06T04:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T04:31:31.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Eid Mubarak</title><content type='html'>It's already almost halfway through the month of Syawwal, but responsibilities must be carried out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On behalf of the Grandmaster of Lian Padukan, Ayahanda Dr Hj Mohd Hasyim bin Hj Mohd Salleh,his wife, Cikgu 'Ain Srikandi, and myself, 'Eid Mubarak to all who know them, to the readers, and those who are related to Lian Padukan directly or indirectly. May we all forgive each others' mistakes, and ask Allah s.w.t. to bless all of us and give us guidance towards His path of truth and unite us as the muslim ummah. InsyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : to all who read this blog, if I have wronged any of you in my writings , please do forgive me, and if need be, do tell me about my mistakes. Please make do'a for us to be better muslims. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-2308188166902242283?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/2308188166902242283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2011/09/eid-mubarak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/2308188166902242283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/2308188166902242283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2011/09/eid-mubarak.html' title='&apos;Eid Mubarak'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-3026704028946916824</id><published>2011-08-26T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T01:40:26.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the meaning of fighting?</title><content type='html'>In the name of Allah, The Creator of the Heavens and the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fighting-present participle of fight (Verb)&lt;br /&gt;1. Take part in a violent struggle involving the exchange of physical blows or the use of weapons.&lt;br /&gt;2. Engage in (a war or battle).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qz3FIZvmoOk/TlaIaiw01UI/AAAAAAAAATw/dmjdqU4T_2w/s1600/bruce%2Blee%2Bfighting%2Bspirit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qz3FIZvmoOk/TlaIaiw01UI/AAAAAAAAATw/dmjdqU4T_2w/s320/bruce%2Blee%2Bfighting%2Bspirit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People fight, for many reasons, and I'm talking about the physical fighting. Might be due to gangsterism, crime, bullying, protecting others and self, and many other reasons. So what is the common denominator between the different types of fights? What do people look for in a fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Winning. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if a person doesn't think that he can win, atleast we all know he WANTS to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the recent months of attending my silat classes, there have been a few core lessons about fighting that I started to realize, is what my teachers are trying to teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have the heart to hurt others, don't fight. If you have doubts, don't fight. If you fight only to lose, don't fight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting is a serious issue. Do it sincerely or don't do it at all, because if you do, you're just risking your own well-being and pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it comes down to intention. Why do we fight? It is violent, brutal and dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fight for fame, or power, or arrogance etc., then it becomes wrong. If you fight to protect yourself and loved ones, it is justifiable. The essence of an action, it's manifestations, and purpose , are things that should be analyzed individually. These things relate to our morals and value systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a muslim, the first hadith of Imam An-Nawawi rahimahullah's 40 hadith, should be our priority in all our actions, including fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is narrated on the authority of Amirul Mu'minin, Abu Hafs 'Umar bin al-Khattab, radiyallahu 'anhu, who said: I heard the Messenger of Allah, sallallahu 'alayhi wasallam, say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Actions are (judged) by motives (niyyah), so each man will have what he intended. Thus, he whose migration (hijrah) was to Allah and His Messenger, his migration is to Allah and His Messenger; but he whose migration was for some worldly thing he might gain, or for a wife he might marry, his migration is to that for which he migrated."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical elements aren't the sole determinants of a fight.Nothing can bring harm nor benefit to us, except by the will of Allah. Ask Him and trust Him, my fellow fighters. Verily, the true fight to the death is the fight with our own self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Ayahanda Hj Mohd Hasyim (Grandmaster of Lian Padukan) said :&lt;br /&gt;" We are not gangsters, we are fighters."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-3026704028946916824?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/3026704028946916824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-is-meaning-of-fighting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/3026704028946916824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/3026704028946916824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-is-meaning-of-fighting.html' title='What is the meaning of fighting?'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qz3FIZvmoOk/TlaIaiw01UI/AAAAAAAAATw/dmjdqU4T_2w/s72-c/bruce%2Blee%2Bfighting%2Bspirit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-2059597467633882521</id><published>2011-08-06T15:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T05:35:39.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Al-Fatihah , Guru Tua Pak Andak Abdul Wahab Awang</title><content type='html'>Guru Tua Pak Andak Abdul Wahab Awang,a guru/master of Buah Pukul, just passed away at 11.52AM today, in Rompin. May Allah s.w.t. shower His Mercy upon His soul. Let us recite al-fatihah for him. A wonderful passing in the month of Ramadhan. May the knowledge he taught to his students be one of the things that will aid him in the next world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al-Faatihah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Was told by Ayahanda Guru Utama LP Hj M.Hasyim bin Hj M.Salleh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short story about him can be found here - http://lianpadukanacademy.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;Two videos of him here - http://www.lptrg.com/2011/02/password-ps-lian-1-dan-lian-3-original.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-2059597467633882521?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/2059597467633882521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2011/08/al-fatihah-guru-tua-pak-andak-abdul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/2059597467633882521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/2059597467633882521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2011/08/al-fatihah-guru-tua-pak-andak-abdul.html' title='Al-Fatihah , Guru Tua Pak Andak Abdul Wahab Awang'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-8531767541592101321</id><published>2011-08-01T08:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T11:59:36.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marhaban Ya Shahru Ramadhan</title><content type='html'>In the name of Allah, The Bestower of Bestowals and The Giver of Gifts. Peace &amp; blessings upon our Leader Muhammad ,his family, companions and those who are loyal to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QoPB_771L3w" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gift of gifts have been given to all mankind today, which is the holy month of Ramadhan, the fasting month for muslims. It is a month full of blessing and mercy from The Almighty Creator to His servants and vicegerents on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every law in this existence is God's Law &amp; our purpose as His creations is to obey His laws, and to submit our will to the Will of God, Allah The Exalted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As muslims, we all know the pillars of Islam, and we have been practicing it for quite some time. But what does it really mean? Why are they called PILLARS ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prophet s.a.w. said : Build your Islam upon five things(arkaan-ul-islam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not something to be gotten in an instant like buying something, instead it is something that needs to be attained through development and training,and to know its essence is a must, because they are not mere rituals. Hence, it can be said that the pillars of Islam is like a training programme for us humans to learn and condition ourselves to submit our will to the Will of God, because in no way it is an easy task,right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to ramadhan, fasting is universally accepted by all cultures and peoples,just that how they fast may be different. In fact, previous prophets &amp; peoples were also commanded to fast, as mentioned in the holy Qur'an : -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"O you who believe! Observing As-Saum (the fasting) is prescribed for you as it was prescribed for those before you, that you may become Al-Muttaqûn"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Al-Baqarah : 183&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fasting, among other acts of worship(ibadah), is unique in itself. Why? Because it is a command,in which we are commanded NOT to do something (eating drinking etc.). It is the only act of ibadah where chances of showing off and being proud have been reduced a tremedous deal and chances to be sincere magnified many times. Who would if we are fasting unless we tell them? Who would know if we eat n drink in secret?&lt;br /&gt;In this situation, our intimacy with Allah increases a great amount, if reflected upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we look at it properly, the only major meal we skip is only lunch. Not that difficult eh? So less complaining and focus! This is jihad in itself, jihad with ourselves. We fast and avoid what is halal(allowed) for us as an act of devotion and obedience to Our Creator, to the One that no matter how much gratitude we show, we can never fulfill it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not fast like a prisoner in prison, with a vengeance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ohh..steak..It's okay...just you wait till maghrib..I'm going to eat you up so good!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm good..no eating all this..good diet for me..wait till Syawwal..patience ends in sweetness! Muahaha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is clearly not the way we devote ourselves and be grateful to Allah..To submit our will to Allah, first there is need of correct intention, and constantly remind ourselves of our intention, because we are forgetful creatures. With this , God willing, we can be trained into becoming part of the muttaqeen (People of taqwa,not tau kwa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6yBd4I6vZWc/TjX0iHkbj6I/AAAAAAAAATo/MtLfiGFWw5Y/s1600/Tau%2BKwa%2BPau.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6yBd4I6vZWc/TjX0iHkbj6I/AAAAAAAAATo/MtLfiGFWw5Y/s320/Tau%2BKwa%2BPau.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;~Tau Kwa~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Importance of Ramadhan :&lt;br /&gt;- Train to be muttaqeen ( one who fears doing what Allah forbids and loves what Allah commands to do)&lt;br /&gt;-begin with submission ( Islam)&lt;br /&gt;-to manifest the meaning of being faithful (Iiman)&lt;br /&gt;-inculcating righteous/best conduct (Ihsan)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;be kind to others,generous&lt;br /&gt;&gt;exchange food with neighbours etc.&lt;br /&gt;-inculcating sincerity (Ikhlasw)&lt;br /&gt;-learn the essentials of striving (Jihad)&lt;br /&gt;-patience &amp; perserverence (Swobr)&lt;br /&gt;&gt;patience always ends with sweetness&lt;br /&gt;-enhancing feeling of gratefulness (Shakur)&lt;br /&gt;-Compassion for the needy (Ruhamah)&lt;br /&gt;-steadfastness &amp; consistence ( Istiqomah)&lt;br /&gt;-remembrance (Dzikrullah)&lt;br /&gt;-purge &amp; purify body &amp; soul (Mutatohhireen)&lt;br /&gt;-learn the meaning of return(to Allah) and repentance ( Inabah)&lt;br /&gt;-increase closeness with Al-Quran ( Tilaawah wa Tadabbur)&lt;br /&gt;-night worship (Qiyaam)&lt;br /&gt;-Islamic unity &amp; brotherhood ( Ittihaad wa ukhuwwah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To not eat and drink is of course fasting,but we have to strive to attain the fastings of the prophets, which is the fasting of the limbs as well. Preventing the eyes from seeing forbidden things, ears from hearing them, hands from committing them, feet from going to them, tongue from speaking them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now. May Allah bless us all, and put us in the His path till the end of our lives, may He never puts us astray, may He guide us with His infinite guidance, may He strengthen us with the strength of Iiman &amp; Taqwa, may He tighten our bonds with His friends,the ulama' and the good people (awliyaa' wa ulama' wa soliheen), may He enlighten us with knowledge by His light, and may He bestow upon us knowledge that are useful to us, and may we grow closer to Him with the knowledge that we learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video of Habib Umar , speaking about ramadhan. Enjoy  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QZugG8tVCUs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Most(if not all) contents of this post were taken from Ustaz Zhulkeflee Hj Ismail's class, the owner of the following blog :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.an-naseehah.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-8531767541592101321?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/8531767541592101321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2011/08/marhaban-ya-shahru-ramadhan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/8531767541592101321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/8531767541592101321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2011/08/marhaban-ya-shahru-ramadhan.html' title='Marhaban Ya Shahru Ramadhan'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QoPB_771L3w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-8326779073454464573</id><published>2011-06-12T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T21:16:15.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suatu kisah</title><content type='html'>Sudah lama tak menulis di sini. Sudah lama ruangan ini kian terbiar dan terabai dan terbengkalai dan macam2 dan lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebentar tadi,sekitar sebelum maghrib , ada seorang pemotong rumput memberi salam, bertanya tentang sebidang tanah yang kecil , rumputnya yang sudah tinggi perlu dipotong. Aku pun 'ok' saja. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak makanan yang terhidang atas meja makan rumah saya petang ini. Sambutan hari lahir sepupu ku, "Trisya" yang berumur 3 tahun, disambut di rumahku ini, yang sejak dahulu lagi merupakan 'HQ' keluarga kami. Maklumlah, dulu-dulu atok dan nenek tinggal sekali, ramai la yang datang menjenguk sekali-sekala, bila mereka dah tiada, makin sunyi la rumah ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kembali kepada pemotong rumput tadi, setelah 99% kerjanya selesai, sudah hampir maghrib, tiba-tiba dia bertanya kepadaku , "Bang , ada pisau ka itu parang ka?" , aku pun apa lagi, dah lama parangku bersarung kian menyepi,"Ada ada parang ada,sekejap sekejap", aku pun keluarkan parang yang dihadiahkan oleh seorang kawan yang dibelinya di Perak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, dia nak potong pelepah kelapa rupanya, aku pun apa lagi, 'volunteer' la untuk menghayun parangku itu. Waduh, memang sudah karat, bukan parangnya, tapi kemahiran menggunakannya, tak dapat sekali hayun dah ditebas, perlu beberapa kali. Benak hatiku berasa seronok walaupun sudah 'karat' hal tebas-menebas ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerita balik tentang pemotong rumput, setelah selesai kerjanya 100%, aku pun bawa lah sedikit makanan yang dihidang tadi, dan juga sebungkus A(ir)B(atu)C(ampur) + Aiskrim. Biasa kalau ada lebih, akan disimpan dalam peti sejuk, lalu disimpan lah sehingga hampir dilupakan, "baik bagi org lain,fresh lagi" fikirku sejenak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sambil dia makan, aku pun buka cerita dengannya. Asal dari mana, berapa lama di Malaysia (beliau bukan warganegara Malaysia), ada keluarga, kerja apa dan lain-lain. Nak dipendekkan cerita, &lt;i&gt;mai sini cek ceghita kat ampa semua na&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beliau bernama Faizal, dan berasal dari Myanmar. Abg Faizal ni seorang pelarian Myanmar rupanya. Dah 3 tahun bermukim di Malaysia tercinta ini.Kerja hanya memotong rumput. Sejak 3 tahun lalu, beliau menunggang basikal, dan baru dapat membeli motor Honda Wave-nya tak sampai 2 bulan yang lalu. Beliau datang ke Malaysia sebagai pelarian UN/PBB, saya nampak sendiri surat dokumen beliau, yang disimpan rapi di dalam plastik airtight seal berjenama Giant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Orang tua beliau masih hidup, mereka tinggal bersama adiknya, isteri dan dua orang anaknya di Myanmar, yakni khususnya di Rohingya. Mereka ditindas oleh kerajaan Myanmar, yakni orang Islam hanya minoriti yang amat sangat di sana, ibarat sebuah negeri atau daerah dalam Malaysia, itulah besar tanah mereka. Beliau datang ke Malaysia, tetapi tidak boleh pulang ke Myanmar kerana dianggap bukan rakyat Myanmar, malah jika beliau pulang, akan dipenjara selama 20 tahun atau lebih mahupun seumur hidup,jika tidak dibunuh, dan beliau sedang berusaha untuk membawa sekeluarganya ke Malaysia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pihak UN memberi pilihan, hendak ke Canada ,Australia atau Malaysia antaranya,yakni negara-negara yang boleh menerima pelarian, dan Malaysia menjadi pilihannya kerana selesa tinggal di sini dengan suasananya yang aman dan orang-orang ramai yang menerimanya seadanya.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sampai mati pun saya tinggal sini".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Itulah kata-katanya tadi, dengan nada tekad dan bersyukur. Seronok aku melihatnya memakan kuih, satay, dan 'birthday cake' yang dihidang. Pasti beliau sebak memikirkan keluarganya di Rohingya. Kerajaan Myanmar tidak mengiktiraf mereka sebagai rakyat, walaupun anak yang dilahirkan di sana.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~                            ~~~~~~~                           ~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"'Rohingyas' do not exist in the Union of Myanmar and are not one of Myanmar's indigenous national races," kata kerajaan Myanmar kepada UN.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh trajis, mendengar tentang orang Islam yang ditindas di sana. Jika kerana bukan orang pribumi Myanmar, ramai lagi yang bukan pribumi dan bukan Islam, tetapi yang dihukum dan dicela hanyalah orang Islam yang dituduh bukan masyarakat pribumi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimana lah aku tak bersyukur....bagaimana lah aku tak bersyukur...bagaimana lah aku tak bersyukur....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah , alhamdulillah, alhamdulillah As-Syukrulillah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingatlah wahai kawan, ingatlah wahai sahabat, ingatlah wahai saudara saudari sekalian, syukurilah segala nikmat Allah, baik yang kecil mahupun yang besar, baik yang dilihat baik mahupun yang dilihat buruk, bersyukurlah anda kepada Sang Khaliq, dan ingatkanlah aku sekiranya aku terlupa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilah kita berdoa kepada Allah s.w.t., supaya membuka jalan penyelesaian bagi umat Islam seluruhnya, dan muslimeen Rohingya khususnya. Jadikanlah kami bersatu padu atas aqidah yang Haq, aqidah yang BENAR sebenar-benarnya. Aqidah yang menyatukan kita umat Islam, bukan rupa, bukan budaya,bukan bahasa, bukan fiqih mahupun furu' dalam ilmu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;لَيْسَ كَمِثْلِهِ شَيْءٌ وَهُوَالسَّمِيْعُ الْبَصِيْر&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tiada sesuatupun yang sebanding dengan (ZatNya, sifat-sifatNya, dan pentadbiranNya) dan Dia lah Yang Maha Mendengar, lagi Maha Melihat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surah As-Shura : 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source : http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/28899499/ns/world_news-asia_pacific/t/muslim-group-flees-myanmar-faces-more-woe/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-8326779073454464573?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/8326779073454464573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2011/06/sudah-lama-tak-menulis-di-sini.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/8326779073454464573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/8326779073454464573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2011/06/sudah-lama-tak-menulis-di-sini.html' title='suatu kisah'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-8498643147796398549</id><published>2011-03-30T08:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T08:34:30.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Prophets and Princes</title><content type='html'>When a child grows up with a silver spoon, chances are that he's going to be a goon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a child grows up without love, chances are that he's going to look for it elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a child grows up without attention, chances are that he's going to demand attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a child grows up without lessons on feelings, chances are that he's going to be confused and insensitive in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a child is taught to do things by himself, chances are he'll think he doesn't need anyone else's help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a child is taught to call his siblings by name, he'll feel awkward to address others by 'brother' or 'sister'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;But there are always exceptions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is all about humility and learning. We start learning the moment were brought into this world, up until the end of our lives. Learn learn learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learn what it means to live since we were given life in our mother's womb, and we still need someone to teach us to recite the syahadah during our last moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still new to learning. Please pardon my shortcomings. Sometimes the things I say do not express what I mean. I'd appreciate it if you asked. I'd appreciate frankness and not keeping your comments to yourselves. This may not apply to all, but to those who think this is applied to, yes, I'm referring to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being solitary may seem cool or tough and whatnot, but in truth, the essence of solitude is to be alone, be it by choice or by force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a thing seems to be, and what it really is, may be two different dimensions altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make an effort to try to think good of others, but don't be a hypocrite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-8498643147796398549?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/8498643147796398549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-child-grows-up-with-silver-spoon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/8498643147796398549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/8498643147796398549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2011/03/when-child-grows-up-with-silver-spoon.html' title='Of Prophets and Princes'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-6708195022431627631</id><published>2011-02-10T19:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T19:00:18.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One way or the other.</title><content type='html'>Not everything among us is better than the rest. Nor is anything not from among us is better than what we have just because currently we're having bad things. Vice versa. Sometimes we think that we've looked EVERYWHERE, but in actual truth, there is always another rock to look under, another leaf to turn, another box to open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found something good that we like in a shop in town, this doesn't mean that we'll like everything in the shop, or it doesn't mean everything in the shop is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the malays say it, "buang yang keruh,ambil yang jernih". It basically means, to take what is good and leave what is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, hearing what a person has to say without knowing the person himself is one way to reduce bias and judgementality, but it doesn't mean that we don't have to look at the person at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observe the core, if it is good, it is highly possible for others around it to be good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand intellectuals may read a book and it may result in a thousand different conclusions. If it is purely academic or opiniated,it's fine, but if it's related to our belief and creed, then that's a different matter altogether. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do we solve this problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Find a teacher &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless of course, you are a superhuman genius that is blessed with extreme understanding about most things that exist and occur in this world. If not, then yeah. Time to search for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most foolish things one can commit is to make a book his teacher/guidance&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;“When a trust is neglected, then wait for thetime (of its destruction) .”Somebody asked: ‘How shall this be neglected O Messenger of Allah?’&lt;br /&gt;He then replied: “When a matter (affair) is given over, not to its rightful (legitimate) person, then wait for its time (of destruction).”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadith reported by Bukhary&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-6708195022431627631?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/6708195022431627631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2011/02/one-way-or-other.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/6708195022431627631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/6708195022431627631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2011/02/one-way-or-other.html' title='One way or the other.'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-1616508629232586335</id><published>2011-02-09T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T19:21:09.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain.</title><content type='html'>We tend to forget our true purpose of existence , and also our priorities in life. More often than not, we misuse the blessings &lt;i&gt;lent&lt;/i&gt; to us, until the blessings have been taken away from us, then we regret not using them properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"All things that live shall taste death"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dhikrul maut&lt;/i&gt; or remembrance of death is good. It's supposed to be the 'drug' people nowadays should be addicted to, because it would really boost our potentials. Remember that we don't have time to mess around with nonsense. We don't have time to waste on being jealous of others. We don't have time to waste on bringing others down just because we think they don't deserve it. We don't have time to point fingers at others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a person should do is keep improving himself, not put extreme amounts of effort to make sure someone else won't get what WE don't want him to get. We should reflect and think about an issue before making conclusions. We should avoid accepting something with bias, just because that 'something' simply supports our interests. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biasness kills. So does slander and negative jealousy. It kills you in the inside bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"If all else fails, do it the old school way. Face to face."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-1616508629232586335?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/1616508629232586335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2011/02/rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/1616508629232586335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/1616508629232586335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2011/02/rain.html' title='Rain.'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-1857338197333913393</id><published>2011-01-19T18:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T02:01:29.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kursus Belantali Lian Padukan</title><content type='html'>Salaam semua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akedemi Seni Beladiri Lianpadukan akan mengadakan kursus senjata buat kali pertama pada tahun ini melalui Kursus Senjata Belantali Lianpadukan. Butiran kursus adalah seperti berikut:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarikh: 19 FEB 2011&lt;br /&gt;Masa: 8.30am – 6pm&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Studio Lianpadukan, Gombak Jaya&lt;br /&gt;Yuran: RM150(bukan ahli) RM100(ahli)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pakej Percuma: Rahsia Tangan Cengkadak&lt;br /&gt;*dikhabarkan bahawa Pak Mat Singa , otai buah pukul, akan turut hadir bersama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butiran lanjut sila hubungi Cikgu Hisham di talian 016-7027449&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*belantan bertali = belantali&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-1857338197333913393?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/1857338197333913393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2011/01/kursus-belantali-lian-padukan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/1857338197333913393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/1857338197333913393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2011/01/kursus-belantali-lian-padukan.html' title='Kursus Belantali Lian Padukan'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-8639257845650721123</id><published>2011-01-01T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T17:21:24.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullet Train</title><content type='html'>In the name of The Almighty Creator of the heavens and the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We humans are naturally forgetful aren't we? We like having new things, meeting new people, playing new games, and learning new knowledge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the old? Do we leave them to rot, collecting dust in a dark corner somewhere in our little space of a mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the new year. 2011. New year resolutions. Are they really necessary? Or are they just a hype?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a quote somewhere, someone who can say that he is happy, is someone that has bad memory. Or something like that. The reason? He'd forget about the events that he got hurt, and the events where he hurt others. In a way it is kind of selfish, but it does somehow create a happy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm something like that. I don't delete my past, but they just tend to get misplaced. I adapt and move on quite easily, but every now and then memories do resurface, which , from time to time, are painful, and at other times, nostalgic and good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" If you don't have time to learn from your own mistakes, learn from the mistakes of others"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shouldn't forget our past, regardless of how bad it was, but we shouldn't let them drag us down either. We have to utilize it to our advantage. The pain should remind us what caused it, and the good times should remind us that there is always hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my own opinion, resolutions don't really need renewing every year. We just need constant reminders of what we're supposed to do. Most new year resolutions just get put aside and kept in the dusty old drawer until the following year anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing is certain, the old will be replaced by the new. That's the cycle of life. Look at the recent victory of Malaysia in the Suzuki football cup, the players are new. The old will step down, and the new will rise. When a certain group tries to go out of their bounds, it'll either cause chaos, or it'll create great stability,although it will require risky and difficult decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is reality. No creature can withstand the tides of time. Death draws closer every moment. Every heartbeat is one step closer to the last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we fall, we musn't let it be our demise. Get up and keep going forward. Let our past be our foundation, and the future filled with hope. Live the present, make use of every moment. (Not ENJOY every moment of it, hedonistically speaking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every journey begins with the first step. The meaning of the journey isn't the end, but rather the journey itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new page will be written. A new plot will unfold. New challenges will need to be overcomed. Let the story begin, without letting worries of the unknown destroy its luster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spoken nonsense, yet possibly full of sense. A reminder to myself and others as well. Let this post be the rolling stone to consistent updates. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ To 'er' is human, but wrong ~ &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tips for a good speech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-8639257845650721123?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/8639257845650721123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2011/01/bullet-train.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/8639257845650721123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/8639257845650721123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2011/01/bullet-train.html' title='Bullet Train'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-866220910005037706</id><published>2010-12-04T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T18:58:38.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is like a fruit salad</title><content type='html'>Forgive me for neglecting this little space. A humble abode for the thoughts in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a constant journey. It's not really about the beginning, nor is it about the end. It is about the journey itself. The past has left us, and the future is non-existent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time. Time is a very interesting term. A concept. Allah knows best regarding its true essence. How long is a second? When was a second termed one second? How do we measure it? By how many moments in a second? By the number of heartbeats in a second? Allah knows best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arab quote , " &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Time is like a sword, if you don't cut it, it will cut you&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;In the name of God, Most Gracious, Most Merciful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; By (the Token of) Time (through the ages),&lt;br /&gt; Verily Man is in loss,&lt;br /&gt;Except such as have Faith, and do righteous deeds,&lt;br /&gt;and (join together) in the mutual teaching of Truth,&lt;br /&gt;and of Patience and Constancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;surah al-'asr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 -  translation by Abdullah Yusuf Ali &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A number of events have occured in my life since the last update, as did the lives of others. I'm sure many things happened too for you people. Be it big or small, good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the years, the months, the weeks, the days, the hours, let us reflect for a moment. The things we enjoyed, we disliked, the moments we cried, the moments we laughed, the moments we were surrounded with friends, times we're surrounded enemies, times we're alone, times when we're with Our Creator..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was all that? What was its purpose? Are the bad things that happened really bad? Are the good things that happened really good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate/Destiny is a very interesting thing, if it is even a 'thing'. Some people question the predeterminity of time, destiny, fate, whatever you call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it rain because we need it? Or was it predetermined to rain thus we were fated to need it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which came first? The chicken or the egg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, have faith, that God decides the best for us. Everything that happens have hikmah/wisdom in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let this be a revival to my blogging spirit God-willing..insyaAllah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"istiqomah/consistency is the key to best results"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : new layout. simple one though. and the chatbox has been removed till further notice due to spam overload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"knowledge is to know that tomato is a fruit. wisdom , is not to put it in a fruit salad"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TPoevLFM4vI/AAAAAAAAATI/y58GhRWaa1w/s1600/fruit-salad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TPoevLFM4vI/AAAAAAAAATI/y58GhRWaa1w/s320/fruit-salad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546779686837478130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~peace~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-866220910005037706?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/866220910005037706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/12/life-is-like-fruit-salad.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/866220910005037706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/866220910005037706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/12/life-is-like-fruit-salad.html' title='Life is like a fruit salad'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TPoevLFM4vI/AAAAAAAAATI/y58GhRWaa1w/s72-c/fruit-salad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-208805774767249380</id><published>2010-09-20T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T13:55:49.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya post , overdued.</title><content type='html'>Assalaamu'alaikum everyone. It's been a long time since I updated my blog. I feel bad somehow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know it's kind of late, but still, 'Eid Mubarak to all of you, and I apologise for all the mistakes and wrongdoings I've done to any of you, whether I realize it or not. Truly am sorry. Actually we should ask for forgiveness not just during 'eid, because it's not like we're guaranteed to live till the next 'eid right? mm..just my two cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, although albeit quieter than previous years, my 'eid has been quite the unique experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quote by someone I forgot who,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"when some steps into a river, takes his foot out, and places his foot back into the river, it is not the same river he initially set his foot into" something like that. I don't know how it's related but I'm sure you understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've been changing every year since my mid-teen days. Every year I'm different, since I was in form 1 I think. Annual changes. Well, compared to last year, I'm kinder to my younger sister now. heh. And we get along better. I'm closer to my family now compared to last year..though, CLOSER doesn't necessarily mean CLOSE. Depends on how you define it. (someone's snickering while reading this, I know.blergh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, Praise be to The Almighty Creator of the universe and all its contents, I have improved in more ways than one, compared to the previous year. Although, quantity doesn't necessarily symbolize quality, but there's something atleast(see that's our problem, we are easily contented with 'atleast'.gotta change this. *takes note* ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this one year, there were a few major events in my life that more or less made me more matured, in a way, regarding certain issues. My path &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;feels&lt;/span&gt; clearer, and by Allah I really hope it's clearer, I hope I'm not hallucinating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one thing's for sure, being here in UIA exposed me to another important element that I must have in life, religion. And also marriage. UIA has invaded my mind and implanted several elements of marriage. Hahaha. Some of you may be snickering right now, but your faces will turn into rotten tomatoes when I marry your sister. lol just kidding. nonsense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yes, "nothing is permanent, but change" . We keep changing , one way or another, and hopefully for the better. The earlier half of 2010 sure did some things to me. Now the second half is also doing stuff to me. I'm always being done stuff on! (grammar check please). You are changing too. Okay I seem to be repeating my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, if you refer to my posts during early CFS IIUM life, it'll be basically the same thing, new people, friends, lecturers bla bla bla. Same here. But the more distinctive features of IIUM Gombak is the environment, setting, food, and activities. Nilai was basically the epitome of freedom. PJ is like a prison. Gombak is somewhat in between. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started learning archery here in Gombak. Hopefully I'll be a fine archer by the time I finish my degree. InsyaAllah. University life really requires one to be independent and able to self motivate to do things. If I were to follow EVERY SINGLE ONE of my friends' paces, I'll be stuck doing nothing significant. Kejap ikut dia, kejap ikut dia, lama2 stress, masalah problem.duduk rumah tunggu bini masak. oops salah topic.heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I'm roughly on gear TWO almost gear THREE. Not on the preferred pace yet. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La ba'sa..man man lai.. It's okay(arabic)..slowly slowly..(mandarin I think.syahidah,correct me please)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't study at all though during the holidays, if that counts as an achievement(obviously it doesn't). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, developing the self should be our aim. As long as we keep developing ourselves positively, insyaAllah, we can make a change, even if it's just the people around us. We have to try right? Haha..old man nagging. People nowadays want to be successful and rich and have a happy family. Developing the self? Meh. If it happens it happens...right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. An 'old man' like me..who'd listen to me eh? ahahhaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My quranic recitation teacher told my mom, " He just thinks he's old and mature. Still a kid lah that boy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. I wonder if it's true..hmm.. =P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok tutup cerita pertama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned something unique about my 'Eid this year right? Well, it's about me visiting my Lian Padukan teacher, Cikgu Ain, and Ayahanda Haji Hasyim, the YDP of Lian Padukan, also her husband and her teacher. It was a very fruitful visit, beneficial, and also an eye opener in some other sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent quite some time there, eating, talking, eating somemore, talking , and I got some pointers and reminders for my training. And then more eating. Haha. Cikgu Ain likes to cook. Her children are very lively! They were up till midnight ,playing together, with little Fatiha bullying her three older brothers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the opportunity to meet Cikgu Din Misai of Kelana Jaya, Cikgu/Kak Wana(apparently she is less comfortable when I call her Cikgu.Jangan marah "Kak" Wana.heh), Cikgu Boy from Melaka, Cikgu Ato from JB, and their respective family members. It's nice to get to know them. Rare chance. They sure had a good time chit chatting,laughing together .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayahanda Hj Hasyim and his wife gave me some souvenirs, some abstract , some tangible. The abstract ones are, as I've said before, some pointers,reminders and tips, the tangible ones, well, are bruises. Hahaha. It's what you (should) get when learning martial arts anyway. Felt kinda good. Note : I'm not a sadist/masochist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him(LP Boss) how a person my size can subdue an opponent larger/stronger than me. He told me some stuff, and demonstrated some things. If you want to know ask me personally. secreto de amor.haha just kidding. But yeah, do ask me. InsyaAllah I'll share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu Ain reviewed the things she taught me back then, and also showed some new moves, and demonstrated the moves on me. *cough&lt;strong&gt;bruises&lt;/strong&gt;cough* :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LP Boss mentioned this many times, it may or may not be the exact wording,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kita kena keras, ganas, pantas dan tangkas, barulah &lt;strong&gt;ikhlas&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you expect. Martial arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My internet is quite slow right now, so I'll put up the pictures some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tutup cerita kedua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In terms of new environment and place, alhamdulillah I can adapt quite fast compared to some others. When I got back here, early, on friday, it felt sort of like home. A second home perhaps. I just went on with my life as usual. And then it struck me...what am I doing here? I'm just letting my days pass me by, I feel comfortable, yet unproductive. Maybe this is what happens when you're in the comfort zone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered. I'm in a university. I should be studying! And do my best! And develop my self to become a better person, so that I can contribute back to the ummah and society one day insyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I haven't been doing my best. It does get to me sometimes, but usually only for a short period of time. Then I get over it. Too fast perhaps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, I'm not that focused yet. Banyak main lagi ni. As a reminder to myself and others, YOU ARE HERE TO STUDY! NUNTUT ILMU TU HABIS2! Jangan buang masa. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I'm here, away from my family. Actually I've been quite a selfish person for the most part of my life. I only think about myself and not others. In other words, I don't feel much, up to the point that sometimes, I forget that other people 'feel' more than I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of the blogs listed by the side of this green escapade, a blog post by a senior in UIA , about how a mother misses her child, even if she doesn't tell it to anyone. Being the cold, chrome-hearted me, it struck a vicious blow to my ego. I think it was my ego. Who cares. Anyway, it made an impact on me. How my mother almost never(I'd say never, but I'm sure she did atleast once) expressed how she really felt to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends recently advised me, I shouldn't wait for others. It'll result in alot of time wasted. I should make the first move(of sharing with my family.not making a move on a non-mahram girl. focus!). As my silat teachers always tell me, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"MENDULU, JANGAN MENUNGGU."&lt;/span&gt; . I guess it's also applicable in my daily life situations as well aside from martial arts. Heh. See. Learn martial arts, and free (occasional) life lessons. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Mak, if you're reading this................well, happy reading. I'm not going to go mushy-mushy soft thingy whatever on my blog. Not that I will elsewhere.. But yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's late. I should sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the remnants of the holiday mood. We're going to have to take it up a notch ASAP. Let's roll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: if you need translations on any of the words here,please do ask.I'll try and help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~salaam~&lt;br /&gt;~ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-208805774767249380?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/208805774767249380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/09/selamat-hari-raya-post-overdued.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/208805774767249380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/208805774767249380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/09/selamat-hari-raya-post-overdued.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya post , overdued.'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-8083687323881082158</id><published>2010-08-19T07:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T07:10:29.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Berbakti Terhadap Orang Tua</title><content type='html'>Berbakti kepada kedua orang tua termasuk ibadah dan sangat besar pahalanya. Karena orang tualah yang mengasuh, membesarkan, mendidik, dan menghidupi anak-anaknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oleh sebab itu besarnya jasa orang tua tidak mungkin bisa dibalas dengan segala bentuk balasan dari anaknya, baik berupa jasa maupun materi, termasuk kemewahan dunia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengingat begitu besarnya jasa kedua orang tua terhadap anaknya, maka wajib hukumnya bagi seorang anak untuk menghormati kedua orang tuanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahkan dalam salah satu statemennya Rasulullah menegaskan : ”Keridhoan Allah tergantung pada keridhoan kedua orang tua dan kemurkaan Allah tergantung pada kemurkaan kedua orang tua”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebagai seorang anak yang berbakti kepada kedua orang tua sudah seharusnya kita berbuat baik kepada keduanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk itu kita harus memperhatikan adab dan tata cara dalam berbakti kepada keduanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adapun adab atau tata cara dalam berbakti kepada kedua orang tua, di antaranya adalah :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mencintai dengan sepenuh hati. Cintailah kedua orang tuamu dengan sepenuh hati, hormatilah dan muliakanlah mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mendengarkan nasehatnya. Hormat dan patuh atas segala perintahnya yang tidak berrtentangan dengan syariat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Mengembirakan hatinya. Hiburlah selalu kedua orang tuamu agar hatinya selalu gembira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Menjabat tangannya. Jabat tangannya sebagai wujud penghormatan kepadanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Menghadapi dengan wajah berseri. Hadapi kedua orang tuamu dengan wajah berseri meskipun hatimu terluka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Mendo’akannya sepanjang waktu. Do’akan keduanya agar diberi kesehatan dan umur penjang, serta semua amal kebaikannya diterima oleh Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Mengajaknya bermusyawarah. Ajak bermusyawarah bila hendak melakukan sesuatu, sebab analisa orang tua itu terkadang lebih tajam daripada pemikiranmu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Senantiasa meminta do’a restu kepada orang tua setiap akan melakukan aktivitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Bersikap sopan dalam setiap situasi, karena hal itu akan membahagiakannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Tidak mengeraskan suara di hadapannya, supaya tidak ada kesan engkau membentaknya atau memarahinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Tidak membelakanginya. Jangan membelakangi mereka seraya memanggil namanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Tidak mengarahkan pandangan dengan tajam. Karena pandangan yang tajam dapat diartikan sebagai sikap menantang atau benci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Tidak menyakiti hatinya baik dengan perkataan maupun perbuatan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Tidak mengeluarkan makian dan perkataan kasar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Mencari ridhonya setiap hari, karena ridho orang tua berarti juga ridho Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Membantu pekerjaanya, karena dengan membantu pekerjaan kedua orang tua termasuk juga mencari ridhonya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Membantunya dalam menyelesaikan masalah yang dihadapi oleh keduanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Menjaga nama baiknya di hadapan orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Bersabar terhadap ketidak mampuannya. Tidak semua orang tua mempunyai kemampuan yang sama dalam meluluskan keinginan anaknya. Untuk itu seorang anak tidak boleh memaksakan kehendak kepada mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Menyegerakan menjawab panggilannya. Artinya segera merespon panggilannya setiap kali orang tua memanggil, hal ini bila ia mampu menjawabnya atau mendatangi seruannya, kecuali bila ada udzur syar’i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Membantu secara finansial. Artinya membantu orang tua setiap kali membutuhkan bantuan keuangan, hal ini jika mampu dilakukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Tidak mengungkit-ungkit pemberian. Hindari sejauh mungkin mengungkit-ungkit jasa atau menyebut segala kebaikan yang telah engkau berikan kepada kedua orang tuamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demikianlah beberapa adab atau tata cara yang harus kita lakukan dalam berbakti dan berbuat baik kepada kedua orang tua kita, mudah-mudahan kita semua bisa melaksanakannya, amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallahu a’lam bisshowab. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diambil dari http://www.lailahaillallah.com/syarifah/blog/adab-terhadap-orang-tua/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu : Ok murid2. Maka berakhirlah pelajaran Tambah dan Tolak dalam ilmu hisab. &lt;br /&gt;Murid2 : *balik rumah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESOK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murid seorang ni : Cikgu. Saya ada hajat ni. Ajarkan saya darab dan bahagi pulak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monolog dalaman yang terkeluar di blog : Kalau ada murid yang berkata demikian, mesti dia sudah yakin dengan kebolehannya dalam tambah tolak kan? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~salaam~&lt;br /&gt;~ramadhan mubarak~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-8083687323881082158?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/8083687323881082158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/08/berbakti-terhadap-orang-tua.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/8083687323881082158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/8083687323881082158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/08/berbakti-terhadap-orang-tua.html' title='Berbakti Terhadap Orang Tua'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-8113222761930663928</id><published>2010-08-08T10:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T11:15:13.330+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about it'/><title type='text'>Recognition.</title><content type='html'>Assalaamu'alaikum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recognition. What does this word mean to you? Well, from my measely understanding, it means to be recognized, to be known, to be acknowledged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As humans, we can naturally say that it is our fitrah to be know others, and to be known by others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al-Quran, Al-Hujraat(49) verse 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O mankind! We have created you from a male and a female, and made you into nations and tribes, that you may know one another..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is in our fitrah to socialize, to live as a society, to be recognized by others, and to recognize them in return. However, there is an influx of wanting to be recognized rather than to recognize others. People nowadays look up to the rich, those with status and power, while those elites that they look up to don't care two hoots about them. In a way, it creates injustice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People want money,status, and power to be recognized. How come these things are valueble? Because we give it value. The society gives it value. Technically yes, it has certain values, but we give it extra meaning, a meaning of higher status. Because we live in a symbolic environment that says these things are to be looked up upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Islam, these things don't matter if we don't have taqwa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Verily, the most honourable of you with Allâh is that (believer) who has At-Taqwa..."  the continuation of the previous verse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one has taqwa, he is the most honourable to Allah. Not the king,sultan, dato' , mahaguru or whoever. So it's our fitrah, and it's not wrong to socialize, but there are guidelines to it. If we are totally free, then we'll be like the 'land of the free'. Look at how messed up it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a person is knowledgeable doesn't make him smart. A professor? A doctor? Engineer? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quote I got from Ustaz Kamal from Palestine in IIUM.If I'm not mistaken it goes like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Man la adaab, wa la 'ilmalahu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who possess no adaab, he possesses no knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ilm, or knowledge, should make us more civilized,pious, helpful, and humble,not the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ustaz Kamal said that a smart person, is a person who uses his knowledge for progressive and positive causes. People always say, when we do something, we have to be sincere, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ikhlas&lt;/span&gt;, but how do we do it? How do we work,study, eat,drink, for Allah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way he explains this, is that we follow Allah's  guidance in doing it, and we do these things not for ourselves and being selfish, but for others and selfless,of course in its due proportion, balanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because we have been given intelligence, 'aql, the faculty to think. And by having it, responsibility follows suit. Knowledge is power. With great power, comes great responsibility. See, even westerners acknowledge this. But apparently to them , it's theirs so let them do whatever they want with it. Quite contradictory to what they say(their leaders, and the indoctrinated citizens, not all of them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Enough with that. Now let's talk about intellect. Okay, being humble ,sincere, and everything else, is important. Our highest goal should be to be recognized by Allah, and attain His redha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, in my opinion, of all the things that a person can recognize you by, intellect is the most valueble after imaan and akhlaq( these two usually come with intellect =] ). An intellectual person isn't necessarily a person with strong imaan and good akhlaq, but a person with strong imaan and good akhlaq is NECESSARILY a person with good intellect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They recognize you by ,say, looks? Looks will change and rot. Wealth? Wealth will be spent/stolen/destroyed. Status? It only has value to those who give it value. Family? They can disown you when they don't need you,and many other things. But intellect,your 'aql, your institution of thought, would you throw it away if I were to give you wealth, good looks, the highest status you can think of, women, power ? Of course not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one recognizes you intellectually (with their mind and not their eyes or nafs), it stays there longer, and for good reason. It's not because you're good looking, or a charmer or whatever. That's all superficial. But when a person remembers you being a significant person, then it's different. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Iktibar&lt;/span&gt; or reminders and lessons can be derived from their memory of you. Knowledge. Then, they can pass it on to others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things I'd dread the most, is to lose the ability to think. Imagine me, not understanding speech, written words, gestures, how the meaning of life would change to me? To you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&lt; brrrrrrrr scary. Fear of Allah is on top, and one shouldn't fear anything else besides Allah. But losing the ability to think, it could mean that I'll lose my thoughts and remembrance of Allah, na'udzubillah..But of course, Allah knows best. So if I do go bonkers, do visit me. I'll be in my own world, yes, but I'll be WATCHING YOU *does hand gesture*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to get 4 flat CGPA, or best assignment, or whatever, to be , what I call, 'intellectually capable'. If a person has principles, has dignity,morality, and vision, he's better than a 4 flat kid who goes around bragging. The issue here, is how they use their knowledge/whatever else they have, for Good, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'amal soleh.&lt;/span&gt; . "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Knowledge without practice is like a tree that bears no fruit&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a method of judging people, but it's rather a method to analyze how a person is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice how many degree holders nowadays are 'stupid'?Look at some of the politicians nowadays. Sometimes the decisions they make are the DUMBEST things we as youngsters can think of. And do you notice how many of our old people who used to work as fishermen, farmers, rubber tappers and drivers are wiser than our young, bright,'educated' generation? Where did they get this knowledge,wisdom, and adaab ? It's through the true civilization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof Kopanski taught us one thing. "Civilization, the buildings , weapons, technology etc. is like a snail's shell. Beautiful, shiny etc. But it is empty. Culture, is the snail itself. The living creature residing inside the shell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why civilizations have their birth, golden age, decline, and death. It is 'alive'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So friends, I'll stop here for now. Think about it. Look at our world today. Is it a snail's shell, the living creature in it, or both? Maybe you can leave an opinion or two. Criticisms are welcome also. Flaming,trolling,abuse, are not welcomed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun thinking...while you still can. Don't worry about the silver hair(uban). It's cool! Nothing to be ashamed of! And if I'm not mistaken, we (as muslims), are not allowed to pluck out our silver hair. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Never stop thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~peace~&lt;br /&gt;~salaam~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-8113222761930663928?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/8113222761930663928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/08/recognition.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/8113222761930663928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/8113222761930663928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/08/recognition.html' title='Recognition.'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-3236776479209700449</id><published>2010-08-08T08:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T11:20:51.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lian Padukan'/><title type='text'>Apa itu buah pukul? -suara mahasiswa</title><content type='html'>Salaam semua. ha dah lama tak blog secara khusus tentang buah pukul. Isu sekarang ni, kenapa 85%(secara kasar) mahasiswa(di UIA secara khusus) tidak kenal apa itu buah pukul,melainkan yang sedia mengikuti dunia persilatan(itu pun tak semua yang tau)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada pendapat saya, buah pukul ni bukanlah silat melayu 'asli' kerana susur galurnya yang sampai ke tanah besar cina, dan permainannya agak berbeza dengan silat melayu nusantara yang kita sedia tahu. Bila sebut silat je, yang pertama sekali muncul di minda rakan2 di UIA, ada bunga, ada tari, kena bukak langkah, main keris,pakai tengkolok/tanjak, sampin, pantang larang, dan lain-lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sungguh sempit pendedahan masyarakat umum tentang khazanah di tanah air sendiri, tetapi bukan main hebat pengetahuan dalam taekwondo, aikido,karate, kendo, ninjutsu, capoeira,muay thai, krav maga, dan banyak lagi. Tetapi silat? Dorg kenal sebagai silat je lah. Semua sama.(bukan semua orang eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentang silat pun dah kurang, buah pukul lagi la kurang(pengalaman saya dengan kawan2 di universiti). Dunia buah pukul seolah-olah telah dipadamkan dari 'sejarah' yang diketahui masyarakat umum moden metropolitan yang SANGAT MAJU ini. huhu. Dunia sekarang adalah dunia perniagaan, malah ilmu beladiri pun dijadikan perniagaan. Kelas karate, kendo,muay thai, dan lain2, masyaAllah. Sebulan mencapai ratusan ringgit pun ada yang sanggup belajar. Dah bayar mahal2, mula la pikir yang beladiri dorg yang terhebat. Yela, dah bayar mahal. Tak hebat rugi la kan? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi kita boleh lihat satu corak 'commercialisation' pada seni beladiri. Sama macam dunia sekarang. Bayangkan dalam TV ditunjuk muslim as terrorist sahaja, ramai la yang akan fikir muslim ni terrorist. Pastu ditunjuk pula, hero2 movie belajar KARATE, TAEKWONDO,MUAY THAI, KUNG FU. Fuh..sungguh mudah masyarakat kita terpengaruh dengan media. Ke mana silat melayu kita? Ke mana hilangnya buah pukul? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramai je kawan2 yang tengok cerita IP MAN, dan sangat terpegun dengan wing chun. Ingin belajar wing chun dan lain2. Bila perkenalkan buah pukul, tak pula kenal. Dah tengok, baru berminat, itu pun sebab macam wing chun (=_=). Susah nak relate-kan dengan perkataan 'silat', sebab dah terpahat di minda mereka silat itu bagaimana(stereotyping). Tapi apa2 pun, alhamdulillah ada yang minat untuk mengenali dan mendalami ilmu buah pukul ni. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada pendapat saya, dunia birokratik,protokol dan teknikal sekarang ni yang menjadi kekangan bagi kita untuk menyebarkan sesuatu ilmu. Yelah, semua benda nak berdaftar, semua benda ada syarat protokol dan teknikalnya. Silap2 kena saman,masuk jail. Siapa nak? Memang perlu, sebab kalau tak ramai yang salah guna kebebasan. Tapi ni lah hakikat dunia. Tak boleh kita nak jadikan ikut suka kita, kita kena lah sesuaikan diri/&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;adapt&lt;/span&gt;,kalau degil jugak, jangan mengeluh la kalau ketinggalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua ini hanya lah pendapat saya. Menurut firasat ahli nujum tak bertauliah ni, orang ramai di johor bahru sendiri pun tidak mengenali secara umum apa itu buah pukul(generasi bapa saya hingga latest. line2 atok2 mungkin ada yang kenal,itu pun tak ramai sangat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baiklah. Hingga sini sajalah rintihan saya. Salah silap tolong tunjukkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(masih tak terjawab, apa itu buah pukul? huhu. harap2 cikgu2 dan sesiapa yang lebih 'alim dalam bidang ni dapat memberi definisi buah pukul menurut pengetahuan dan pendapat masing2?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa2 pun, jika anda seorang penuntut ilmu di UNIVERSITI ISLAM ANTARABANGSA MALAYSIA(UIAM/IIUM), dan berminat tentang buah pukul, boleh berhubung dengan saya, dan insyaAllah boleh saya promosi kepada anda. terima kasih :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;facebook : wizguywan@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;ym : c621_safwan@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wassalaam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-3236776479209700449?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/3236776479209700449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/08/apa-itu-buah-pukul-suara-mahasiswa.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/3236776479209700449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/3236776479209700449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/08/apa-itu-buah-pukul-suara-mahasiswa.html' title='Apa itu buah pukul? -suara mahasiswa'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-2212454187892485204</id><published>2010-07-30T16:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T11:14:05.090+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about it'/><title type='text'>Sunrise, Sunset. Oh, It's Tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>Assalaamu'alaikum. Another sunset has passed and I'm back here again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends said people are starting to come out of their shells this semester. Well I think it's true. But whether it's out for good into the open sea, or out, and into ANOTHER shell, we never know. Reason? New environment, new people, new challenges, but the same old us, deep inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may have a new look, or speak a different way, but deep down, we are who we are, and we can't lie to ourselves about it (you can try though. tell me if u succeed.heh). Others may be fooled, but not us. We may still have the same fear, but the question is have we conquered it? We may still have the same likes and dislikes, but have we tried changing it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As one of my professors said, &lt;em&gt;There is no such thing as free will. We didn't have freewill to choose to be born, to be born a girl or a boy etc. But we do have free choice, and that is what will determine our destiny&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr Kopanski&lt;/strong&gt;. It roughly goes something like that. Simple. Life is about choices. Easy to say, not easy to do. That's why it's easy to live as a kid. We never have to make important choices. As we grow older, the choices tend to give bigger impact on ourselves and others around us, whether we realize it or not, is another issue altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that i've learned in sociology is that , there are two main perspectives of sociology that I can perceive.(I've only studied the introduction so forgive me if there are any mistakes). First, is how the general society affects individuals, and second, how individual actions affect the general society. Either way, I say both of them are correct, but in their own respective situations. There's no absolutely correct perspectives( making the other wrong).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we do things based on selfishness without thinking of how it's going to affect others around us, and sometimes we make big decisions for big groups of people without thinking how it will affect the individuals in the group, as long as the 'BIG GROUP' looks good, we perceive it as everything's okay. One thing I can see in many organizations(especially educational institutions) is that, IMAGE is number one. Bureaucracy is the mechanism, and nothing is above it. Like I mentioned with the sociological perspectives, there's no absolutely correct method, it works with certain situations, and in others, other methods are required. This is the flaw of man-made rules &amp; regulations. This is why we need the syari'ah as a core and foundation, for us to refer OUR laws to the Law of Allah, so that we can adapt properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a disease actually. School wants image at all costs, students get stressed out for no good reason, student gives in, gives school the image, and whatever else the student does shouldn't be butted in by the schools. "We gave you what you want. So stop telling us what to do".  In another case, students may rise up to the administration and do something about it. Alot like politicians, the admin/teachers(not all of course) tend to make decisions based on their interest, and in most cases, it's bureaucracy and image, rather than the well-being of the students, be it physically,mentally or spiritually. But nowadays, many people 'exist' as a vessel, but inside , they're empty. What drives them are only sensual desires and motivations, things that give temporary satisfaction. So their lives tend to revolve around that as well, they make decisions based on the short term effects, and they somehow ignore the consequences afterwards. The problem is, decision-making power nowadays lies within the adults, and the adults are the ones that keep messing things up. Youngsters who need guidance lose their guidance. It's like a vicious cycle of doom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you can roughly imagine/visualize how a single decision can affect the mass population, and how the decision of the mass population can affect individuals. We are flawed, we are humans, being arrogant and thinking that we can create perfect laws/rules or anything else for that matter is an illusion. Unless one can admit this flaw, unless one can humble himself towards his Creator, he can never truly understand how the world works, how people function, what keeps us going, and what makes us go down and under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I think that's it for the sociological exposure. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, moving on to human interaction. Here's a simple statement I found somewhere some time back, positive people will attract their kind, and negative people will attract their kind, and they'll keep mixing with each other doing what they do best. Well this is not surprising, because we tend to mingle easier with people who have the same interests, likes &amp; dislikes as us. But of course, there are more to human beings than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are obviously not robots, we don't have a specific software implanted into us telling us how we should live our lives till we die. We adapt and change, in hopes that the past experiences will give us a better understanding on the decisions to make in the future insyaAllah. My friend told me that he heard some guy say(ok that's long.heh) , if you want to shape someone's attitude, do it before they're 21. Because the older people get, the harder it is for them to accept new things and ideas. That's why we tend to see old people as stubborn.(me included.as in,im stubborn.hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the point is, a person may be more than what we usually see them as. This is directly applicable with looks and image of a person, but in other words, a nice guy may have a really bad temper, or a timid shy girl may have a monstrous amount of things to say and may say it all out one day. Or many other habits &amp; little things that we all have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a heads up for those are thinking of 'love' or marriage, when you accept someone to be your life partner, it's all about taking the whole package brother/sister. It's not all about OOO IM IN LURVVEE.IT'LL WORK OUT FINEEE..INSYAALLAH.. nope. Old people tend to be realistic. And here I am being old, it just doesn't work that way. It's not necessarily addressed to couples only though, it also applies to making friends. The key to bonding, is to accept each others' lackings, if we can do that, insyaAllah we'll bond just fine. Just a tip to all you kids out there, it's fun getting to know new friends, but don't take it for granted, and dont take it too far. You might regret it. Be moderate in everything that we do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*WARNING,SELF-ADVERTISEMENT...JUST KIDDING*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I'm just a normal person who is not so talkative depending on the situation, and I usually don't like to tolerate nonsense(as in,real nonsense.not the kind of nonsense I do.heh.hard to define),but I still can tolerate them, and sometimes I say/do things without realizing the impact of it on other people. So for my lackings, please do forgive me, and let us all pray that we will be guided by Allah s.w.t. to the right path in all that we do, insyaAllah. ameen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I went to the Lian Padukan class for the first time in Gombak since I left JB, with Cikgu Hisham Giant as the 'boss' there , it's quite interesting and fascinating. Although some things are new, and also new people, it's the variety that gives colour to the world, and differences shouldn't be factors of disunity. It's fun, and I'm sure that I've alot to learn from the classes here. Maybe rough up abit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, on a side note, if there is anyone in IIUM Gombak that is interested in knowing this silat style, please do contact me. Consider this an advertisement.heh. If you want to join and learn, even better. But just wanting to see and find out what it's all about is good enough for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I think that's all for today. I will blog again insyaAllah when I get the 'umph' to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : organ donation forms are still available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~wassalaam~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-2212454187892485204?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/2212454187892485204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/07/sunrise-sunset-oh-its-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/2212454187892485204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/2212454187892485204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/07/sunrise-sunset-oh-its-tomorrow.html' title='Sunrise, Sunset. Oh, It&apos;s Tomorrow.'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-5836407814018176387</id><published>2010-07-20T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T11:14:33.547+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about it'/><title type='text'>Organ donation - 2</title><content type='html'>Salaam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to anyone in iium gombak that wants or is interested in registering as an organ donor, please contact me.i have the forms and i can distribute it to you. fill in the forms, fax it over to the appropriate people, and they'll mail the card to you. you can choose which organs to donate. even then, once you DIE , if your family members withold them from taking your organs, they wont take'em. so yeah.contact me ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not in iium gombak, you can still ask me regarding this and i'll try and provide assistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can refer to the previous post regarding organs here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/04/organssss_11.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, this will be my 53rd post,hence, one posts more than my previous(rubbish) blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-5836407814018176387?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/5836407814018176387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/07/organ-donation-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/5836407814018176387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/5836407814018176387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/07/organ-donation-2.html' title='Organ donation - 2'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-7114636168555642876</id><published>2010-07-19T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T11:15:04.846+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about it'/><title type='text'>IIUM Gombak</title><content type='html'>Assalaamu’alaikum people. It’s been a long time since I’ve blogged. Guess where im blogging from. Yep that’s right. International Islamic University Malaysia. I’m now a university student. Time sure flies by fast. Yet, sometimes, we still wish it’d fly by faster. Isnt it fast enough already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good example is during ta’aruf week. Ya Rabbi.. Ta’aruf @ orientation week was so annoying. We were not allowed to go back to our mahallah@hostel during most of it. Imagine how uncomfortable we were. Average days would be, off to the masjid for fajr@dawn prayer, and back to the room after midnight. In between, we have briefings upon briefings upon briefings, and a few tests. It was annoying enough for me, imagine how it was for the girls ..o_O. To top it off, there were quite a few less beneficial briefings, and in the end some crucial info wasn’t briefed to us and we found out the hard way. Not every efficient.. but hey, everybody’s a critic eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, it’s a new environment here. People walking around, all kinds of people from all over the world, many colours, many backgrounds, all gathered here to seek knowledge. Well, that's the idea. But many tend to get distracted by some expected/unexpected factors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are here to study. Gotta get that drilled in our thick skulls. That's the main priority for being in this university. That's why we even bothered to go through all the trouble to get here....right? Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things my uncle kept telling me before I came here, was " DO NOT PROCRASTINATE" , in everything that we do. Be it washing our clothes, hanging our clothes, tidying up, getting notes, buying books, arranging our schedule. There's just not enough time for us to do things at the eleventh hour. I say this because I went through that situation many times. Last minute jobs are a pain. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the initial moments of being here sure did make me reflect quite alot on my life thus far. Events. Actions. People. Basically about my past, and how my future is going to be like. Because the present is determined by the past, and the future is determined by the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully me being here will change me for the better, so that I'll be functional to the society and ummah in the future. We can plan and plan, do so many things, yet some things, better for us not to think about them, and let Allah s.w.t. decide for us what's best. Sometimes we think so much about the future or past until our present gets disrupted and gloomy. Why let it be so? Have faith, and focus on what we can do now. When it comes it comes. And whatever that's passed has passed.  Time to stand up and keep looking forward, and GO forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many challenges here. Studies. Competition. Beurocracy. People. Temptations. Socialization. Money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why people assume uni students/uni graduates are people who have matured and can handle things by themselves. Because SUPPOSEDLY they've gone through all those challenges and succeeded. Well it doesn't seem so to me. Not all of course. But assuming so is clearly a mistake. As we can see, many uni graduates can't get a job, or more accurately, dont WANT a job bad enough to get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What doesn't kill us is SUPPOSED to make us stronger. I think many people get killed on the 'inside' and become empty vessels once they graduate. Let's all be stronger inside AND outside. InsyaAllah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I miss my silat classes. My second weekend here was quite empty and boring. Better find something to do. I should visit the gombak class ASAP..mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all for now. Don't know what else to write. (there are things i feel like writing, but inappropriate to be written here.heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, all the best people, wherever you may be, whatever you may be doing. Ma'attaufik wannajah insyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : i heard that a lian padukan teacher's mom, cikgu tok pin i think, passed away.let us all recite al fatihah for his mother. may she be among the pious in the hereafter insyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~salaam~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-7114636168555642876?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/7114636168555642876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/07/iium-gombak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/7114636168555642876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/7114636168555642876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/07/iium-gombak.html' title='IIUM Gombak'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-8970851684449886778</id><published>2010-06-29T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T11:20:51.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lian Padukan'/><title type='text'>'Gold' At The End of The Rainbow, Lian Padukan Style.</title><content type='html'>In the Name of Allah, the Most Beneficent, the Most Merciful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalaamu'alaikum everyone. This post is a very unique one. At first, I was quite shocked and reluctant with this invitation, but in the end I just couldn't resist the offer.heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayahanda Haji Hasyim offered me to take pictures of his weapons collection, and being me, I love weapons. Swords, knives, daggers, spears, keris, parangs, kerambit, tekpi, you name it. My eyes will go @_@. So an offer like this, I thought to myself, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. I'm sure if you were offered this chance, you wouldn't let it pass right?? RIGHT?? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I would like to thank Ayahanda Hj Hasyim himself, for giving me such an invalueble opportunity, and his beloved wife, Cikgu Ayeen, for treating me well as a guest and student. Maybe this is also something for me to remember by before I go to Gombak and continue my journey there. Some of Ayahanda's collection were gifts from his students, and the LONG SWORD (almost like a katana) was a gift from Cikgu Hisham Giant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to thank Cikgu Hisham Giant of LP Kuala Lumpur, the official secretary of the Lian Padukan Malaysia Association, for giving me a warm welcome to his 'crib' in Gombak even when I'm still in JB, and also to the other members of LP KL teachers and members that has 'accepted' me even before I start studying there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I would like to thank all the teachers or 'Cikgu2 Khatam' for giving me knowledge and the experience of training with them, and for accepting me into the LP family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was worried if anyone would disagree with me taking these pictures with the Big Boss's collection, but it was his decision, so I trust him that he wouldn't make an unwise decision, and that he has considered all the possibilities,who am I to judge?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note : I did not make a request to photograph or even look at his collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I hope that this is an opportunity for us LP family members to get closer and strengthen our silaturrahim and have a chance to look at the weapons kept by The Big Boss. Maybe in the future, guns and rifles would be added to his collection? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I hope all you readers enjoy (especially LP family members.you'll love these!), and let's feast our eyes on the weapons collection of the Big Boss of LP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: don't mind the model. he's not photogenic and not experienced in posing for pictures. just focus on the weapons yeah? thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*inhales*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*exhales*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;baca bismillah dulu..hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoIs6UoxUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/wYhO-GE9kdc/s1600/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoIs6UoxUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/wYhO-GE9kdc/s320/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488208663567451458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoItcpJ77I/AAAAAAAAAPI/zE8axRiIwnY/s1600/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoItcpJ77I/AAAAAAAAAPI/zE8axRiIwnY/s320/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488208672780316594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCodSjifjcI/AAAAAAAAAS4/s5EURJleUy0/s1600/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCodSjifjcI/AAAAAAAAAS4/s5EURJleUy0/s320/DSC00006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488231300519136706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCodSJfLpkI/AAAAAAAAASw/CRt4emzHW2s/s1600/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCodSJfLpkI/AAAAAAAAASw/CRt4emzHW2s/s320/DSC00007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488231293525927490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCodRoYa80I/AAAAAAAAASo/Idf2Q1KxejU/s1600/DSC00008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCodRoYa80I/AAAAAAAAASo/Idf2Q1KxejU/s320/DSC00008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488231284639200066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This is the long sword I mentioned. If I'm not mistaken, it's name is the "Khaujakan Sword".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCocQaT726I/AAAAAAAAASg/zaqiLPJbyME/s1600/DSC00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCocQaT726I/AAAAAAAAASg/zaqiLPJbyME/s320/DSC00009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488230164170791842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sheathed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCocP9LmJeI/AAAAAAAAASY/wEU0Fwre4Xw/s1600/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCocP9LmJeI/AAAAAAAAASY/wEU0Fwre4Xw/s320/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488230156351186402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this one is a spear or 'tombak' named &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Al-Batar &lt;/span&gt;, in accordance with one of Prophet Muhammad s.a.w.'s spear, also named Al-Batar -told by the Big Boss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCocPb1Cd7I/AAAAAAAAASQ/q-uGbkRb2pY/s1600/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCocPb1Cd7I/AAAAAAAAASQ/q-uGbkRb2pY/s320/DSC00013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488230147398203314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCobR3TuVZI/AAAAAAAAASI/lPywUF71Lpk/s1600/DSC00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCobR3TuVZI/AAAAAAAAASI/lPywUF71Lpk/s320/DSC00014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488229089622775186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCobRckmJJI/AAAAAAAAASA/P_UCJDGpPvI/s1600/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCobRckmJJI/AAAAAAAAASA/P_UCJDGpPvI/s320/DSC00015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488229082445784210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCobQyutwBI/AAAAAAAAAR4/sJUbya1KfOU/s1600/DSC00016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCobQyutwBI/AAAAAAAAAR4/sJUbya1KfOU/s320/DSC00016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488229071213936658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a keris called &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Dewa Jawa Demam"&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Keris Tembaga Kuning Naga Sosro&lt;/span&gt; . It is made purely out of copper or 'tembaga' , and it's a ritual weapon, not for fighting. The handle is shaped like a meditating priest who's having a fever, hence the 'demam'. It is said to be used by hindus in their ancient rituals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoaPaLJgrI/AAAAAAAAARw/zVYndhmUa3I/s1600/DSC00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoaPaLJgrI/AAAAAAAAARw/zVYndhmUa3I/s320/DSC00017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488227947930813106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoaO5H05wI/AAAAAAAAARo/DIrcOuQ3vNs/s1600/DSC00018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoaO5H05wI/AAAAAAAAARo/DIrcOuQ3vNs/s320/DSC00018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488227939058509570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoZb-quagI/AAAAAAAAARY/0ToROAQLvIQ/s1600/DSC00021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoZb-quagI/AAAAAAAAARY/0ToROAQLvIQ/s320/DSC00021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488227064373733890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoaOWW-WUI/AAAAAAAAARg/pFOL5r-weAc/s1600/DSC00020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoaOWW-WUI/AAAAAAAAARg/pFOL5r-weAc/s320/DSC00020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488227929726802242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is called &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Pedang Banjar"&lt;/span&gt; , because it originated from a place called Banjar, I think in Indonesia. It is said to be aged more than 200 years old, and the blade is blackish in colour. The sheath is made of one piece of wood, rather than two pieces glued together. Very unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoZbm4WpbI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Q5Db_rDwsBI/s1600/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoZbm4WpbI/AAAAAAAAARQ/Q5Db_rDwsBI/s320/DSC00024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488227057988445618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of Cikgu Ayeen, my teacher, and the so called 'model'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoZbClK5kI/AAAAAAAAARI/hlV1_ou4_LA/s1600/DSC00031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoZbClK5kI/AAAAAAAAARI/hlV1_ou4_LA/s320/DSC00031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488227048244307522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the picture of the whole collection in Cikgu Ayeen's house. Note : all the weapons showed until here are Ayahanda Haji Hasyim's personal collection, given to Cikgu Ayeen and are all kept in her house.Next ,weapons at the Lian Padukan Malaysia HQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoSBfchOkI/AAAAAAAAARA/XzXQtfgRUJw/s1600/DSC00002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoSBfchOkI/AAAAAAAAARA/XzXQtfgRUJw/s320/DSC00002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488218912734657090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoSAgK6H1I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/1wX9yYOIHos/s1600/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoSAgK6H1I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/1wX9yYOIHos/s320/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488218895749357394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoR_zONmMI/AAAAAAAAAQw/8vmC876h_eQ/s1600/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoR_zONmMI/AAAAAAAAAQw/8vmC876h_eQ/s320/DSC00006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488218883683621058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoQum6QhdI/AAAAAAAAAQo/wV8zHLI8UV8/s1600/DSC00007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoQum6QhdI/AAAAAAAAAQo/wV8zHLI8UV8/s320/DSC00007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488217488809297362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoQuEziIzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/_lSm047jqhs/s1600/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoQuEziIzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/_lSm047jqhs/s320/DSC00011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488217479654286130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Predator of all the weapons shown here. This is the ceremonial sword for Lian Padukan, and it was a gift to the Big Boss by five teachers(please correct me if im wrong), and it's made out of 9 types of metal beginning with the arabic alphabet 'fa' or in malay 'pa' , for example, payung,paku,parang,pedang and so on.(please correct me if im wrong). It looks cool. It looks heavy(5 kilos or more I think. the model's arms were shaking actually while taking those photos). It is SUPER SHARP.Ayahanda just swung it casually at a tree branch and FLOP it fell to the ground. So it's as real as any sword gets.Its like the sword HE-Man wields.hahaha.Ayahanda swings it around like it's a broomstick.more like BOOM-stick.hahaha nevermind  =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoQtpjwH4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/yvD3tNGys1o/s1600/DSC00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoQtpjwH4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/yvD3tNGys1o/s320/DSC00014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488217472340336514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short advertisement of the Big Boss's beloved Harley Davidson. The model can only dream of riding it for real.hahaha. shiny @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.The following pictures are Ayahanda Haji Hasyim's personal collection in Hajah Fifi's house(spelling?), his first wife. These pictures were taken in his bedroom,and the collection you see here is only about half of his total collection in Johor Jaya, the rest are on the walls of his house, and in another box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoPewPSFQI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/UpQaR9m2jJE/s1600/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoPewPSFQI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/UpQaR9m2jJE/s320/DSC00015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488216116923864322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice collection of swords,parangs, keris, tekpi and spear/tombak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoPebW4iXI/AAAAAAAAAQI/zTpguAqGq2k/s1600/DSC00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoPebW4iXI/AAAAAAAAAQI/zTpguAqGq2k/s320/DSC00017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488216111318600050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The model holding a spear/ tombak. It was said to belong to a Malay Warrior from Terengganu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoPdyP5l9I/AAAAAAAAAQA/3YPqe6wlJh4/s1600/DSC00019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoPdyP5l9I/AAAAAAAAAQA/3YPqe6wlJh4/s320/DSC00019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488216100283455442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is an interesting keris. Haji Hasyim said that many people want this keris, and I'm not surprised why they want it. Guess the name of the keris? I'll put it up at the bottom of this post.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoOZ-GuB3I/AAAAAAAAAP4/yijVmiylxUw/s1600/DSC00020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoOZ-GuB3I/AAAAAAAAAP4/yijVmiylxUw/s320/DSC00020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488214935235069810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is a picture of a pair of tekpi or Sai. It's known to be the 'king of weapons'. They used to belong to two prominent figures in Johor. The yellow one, and the other one. I think it's made of copper too, the yellow one. If you guess correctly, the Big Boss will give it to you! Hahahaha just kidding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoOZUkU8xI/AAAAAAAAAPw/7-0QGuNYS5Q/s1600/DSC00021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoOZUkU8xI/AAAAAAAAAPw/7-0QGuNYS5Q/s320/DSC00021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488214924084966162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is also another tekpi, quite old and heavier than the previous two. I forgot it's story... sorry. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoOYxxHnhI/AAAAAAAAAPo/K0lfzKbbXqM/s1600/DSC00022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoOYxxHnhI/AAAAAAAAAPo/K0lfzKbbXqM/s320/DSC00022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488214914743377426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pair of keris, passed down from generation to generation in Ayahanda Haji Hasyim's family. It is said that it's origins date back to the Sultanate of Pagaruyung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoNQoSHCLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/WhAW15E4ndA/s1600/DSC00023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoNQoSHCLI/AAAAAAAAAPg/WhAW15E4ndA/s320/DSC00023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488213675246815410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This,is the Book of Nukil or 'Buku Nukil'. It was written by Pak Sani bin Abu Samah in 1956. It was give to Ayahanda Haji Hasyim by Pak Raja Ali from Gayang Lima school of Buah Pukul. The proof is written at the back page of the book. It's written in full &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;jawi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoNQDJMLrI/AAAAAAAAAPY/fERQplPaJTM/s1600/DSC00026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoNQDJMLrI/AAAAAAAAAPY/fERQplPaJTM/s320/DSC00026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488213665277292210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the original &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nukil&lt;/span&gt; of buah pukul,handed down from generation to generation of Buah Pukul Masters or Guru. It now belongs to Ayahanda Haji Hasyim bin Haji Salleh, given to him by Late Grandmaster Muhammad bin Chik a.k.a. Pak Mat Kedidi, who passed away recently this year. It was given to Ayahanda in the year 1997.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoNPu1BSgI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/oUHT7DF4GV8/s1600/DSC00027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoNPu1BSgI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/oUHT7DF4GV8/s320/DSC00027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488213659823983106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A closer view of the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nukil&lt;/span&gt;.It should be close enough to be readable. To those who still don't believe after seeing this proof, then there's nothing more that can be said to you. What more proof do you want? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY.Done with the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayahanda also showed me his 'graduation' or 'khatam' certificate of Gayang Lima, given to him by Pak Raja Ali of Gayang Lima. Apparently, he studied under many Buah Pukul Masters or 'Guru' and in the end inherited Lian Padukan school of Buah Pukul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this should be all for now. I would like to thank Hajah Fifi for welcoming me as a guest in her house, and Ayahanda for giving me such an opportunity, and Cikgu Ayeen for welcoming me as a guest in her house too. If I missed out anyone, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, it's just that my memory isn't like a computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great experience, especially to be allowed to see the weapons collection of a martial arts grand master. I don't know what else to say. So...I hope that this post was beneficial and enjoyable, and that we will all be closer to Allah s.w.t. and united among us with this post , insyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : If there are any mistakes in facts, please do inform me personally or on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/SS : the unnamed keris is called &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Keris Lipan Bara or Flaming Centipede Keris&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/SSS : From what Ayahanda Hj Hasyim told me, some of the weapons miraculously make noises and vibrate at times, and some even 'stand' on its own. He said that the Keris Lipan Bara stood up after I was done with the photos. It was late, so I didn't get to take a picture of it standing up. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/SSSS : the cameraman for this photoshoot was Ayahanda Haji Hasyim himself. hehe. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*air yang tenang jangan disangka tiada buaya.ini buaya gambar @_@*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Now to prepare for Gombak.... @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ciao~&lt;br /&gt;~salaam~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-8970851684449886778?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/8970851684449886778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/06/gold-at-end-of-rainbow-lian-padukan.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/8970851684449886778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/8970851684449886778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/06/gold-at-end-of-rainbow-lian-padukan.html' title='&apos;Gold&apos; At The End of The Rainbow, Lian Padukan Style.'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCoIs6UoxUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/wYhO-GE9kdc/s72-c/DSC00004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-6318100518286671728</id><published>2010-06-27T20:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T11:15:04.846+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about it'/><title type='text'>One after the other.</title><content type='html'>Salaam semua. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bibit-bibit terakhir saya di JB ni agak bermanfaat. Tidaklah seperti bahagian awal cuti yang agak terhenti penghasilan manfaat dalam hidup. Ada la jugak ke sana sini, belajar itu ini sikit-sikit. Jumpa kawan-kawan lama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita ni makhluk yang sosial. Sifat sosial manusia itu boleh dikira sebagai fitrah. Allah pun berfirman dalam Al-Quran yang kita ni dicipta berpasangan. Kadangkala, apabila kita berasa bosan dan hati kita berasa kosong, cuba ziarah saudara-mara dan rakan-rakan, insyaAllah terubat sedikit hati kita. (jangan pergi dating sudah.)&lt;br /&gt;InsyaAllah, dengan bermesra dengan saudara-mara dan rakan-rakan, dapatlah kembali kemarakan dan kehangatan iman dan ingat pada Allah s.w.t. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baru tadi saya keluar bersama rakan sekelas sewaktu sekolah menengah dahulu. Kami menonton wayang, Toy Story 3. Mungkin secara zahir nampak seperti cerita yang tidak serius dan sesuai untuk kanak2, tetapi jika diteliti betul2, ada nilai-nilai tertentu yang dapat kita pelajari daripada cerita tu. Apatah lagi jalan cerita yang menarik dan agak lawak.haha(kasi gelak sikit). Sudah tentu sesuai untuk tontonan sekeluarga, terutamanya anak-anak atau adik beradik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. Nak cerita sikit apa yang kawan saya telah kongsi sama2 tadi. Ceritanya tentang hakikat kalimah syahadah, yakni La ilaha illallah muhammad rasulullah. Tentang bahagian yang pertama, yakni "Tiada tuhan selain Allah", ceritanya begini. Konsep hakikat kalimah itu adalah meyakini bahawa makhluk tiada kuasa, hanya Allah yang berkuasa. Jika kita memakan ubat, bukan ubat itu yang menyembuhkan, tetapi dengan kuasa Allah kita telah sembuh. Menurutnya, ubat itu yang berdoa pada Allah supaya dapat menyembuhkan kita. Dengan izinNya, kita tetap boleh sembuh tanpa ubat. Satu lagi contoh ialah makan. Apabila kita makan atau minum, bukan makanan itu atau minuman itu yang menghilangkan lapar dan dahaga, tetapi dengan kuasa Allah barulah perkara itu terjadi. Begitu juga, tanpa makanan dan minuman, tetap dapat kita hidup tanpa rasa lapar dan dahaga jika itulah kehendakNya. Jika kita berfikir yang makanan atau ubat yang memberi kesan-kesan tertentu, maka itu telah menjadi syirik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahagian kedua pula, Muhammad rasulullah, kita perlu meyakini bahawa jalan kepada kejayaan hanya dengan contoh dari Rasulullah s.a.w. , dan jalan selain jalannya tidak akan membawa kepada kejayaan yang hakiki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itulah sedikit sebanyak pengisian yang telah dikongsikan oleh rakan saya. Itulah kita, manusia yang mudah lupa , kian wajah yang tak serupa, tapi penyakit semua sama. Lupa lupa dan lupa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siapakah saya? Saya hanyalah seorang hamba yang tak seberapa. Mengharapkan limpah kurnia dan cahayaNya. Ada orang mintak doa macam-macam. Nak itu nak ini nak pandai nak jadi baik. Ayahanda Haji Hasyim pernah sebut, kalau beliau berdoa, nak pendek, berdoalah supaya mendapat RedhaNya. Itu lah pada saya nikmat yang paling besar. Kalau amal banyak macam semua gunung yang pernah/masih wujud kat dunia ni, tapi tak diredhai Allah, takde nilai langsung. Kalau amalan kita sikit macam kentut semut (semut kentut ke?), tapi diredhai Allah, itulah yang membawa kita ke syurga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siapa lah saya nak membangga-banggakan sesuatu ciptaan Maha Pencipta yang lebih layak dibanggakan setiap masa. Nak harap muka handsome? Badan tegap? Akal cerdik? Mulut petah berkata-kata? Nama dikenali di mana jua? Pengikut yang ramai? Aweks yang beratur nak masuk minang? Duit dalam akaun sampai ATM pun membuak2 dgn duit kita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak ke mana perginya kalau tak diredhai Allah. Nama hanya setakat nama, isi kandungan, hakikat dan amalan yang terhasil yang betul2 bernilai harganya. Jika kita membawa nama yang bersekali dengan amanah, betul-betul la kita cuba sedaya upaya nak melaksakan amanah itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nama apa? Nama Islam,muslim dan sewaktu dengannya. Saya ni nama je orang yang menganut agama islam, tapi betul2 kah saya menghayatinya? InsyaAllah kita semua dapat menggapai redha Allah. Kalau ada kekurangan pada diri ni, sila lah beri nasihat jika sudi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya ni, hanya seorang anak muda yang baru saja mula pelayaran mengenali dunia. Harap tidak disalah sangka. Banyak lagi ruang di dada(untuk diisi dengan ilmu.conclusion,bantu2 la ye isi kan dada ni.heh). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramai orang zaman sekarang yang agak terpesong akhlak mereka. Tak kata akhlak saya tak terpesong, ada je yang salah, cuma yang kronik2 tu la saya maksudkan, na'udzubillah. Pada pendapat saya, antara faktor utama mereka begitu adalah kerana wujudnya sifat 'sombong' , yakni tidak sedar2 yang diri tu tak hebat mana pun kalau dibanding dgn Allah s.w.t. Kira ni ada 'link' la sikit dengan pengisian rakan saya tadi. Kaya, kuat, berpangkat, bertongkat, ha dok pikir diri tu hebat. Habis dalam kubur kena pukul sampai lumat. Semoga kita bukan dari golongan tersebut,insyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya akan berangkat ke selangor pada 4hb july, dah mendaftarkan diri di IIUM Gombak pada pukul 11am-1pm , di mahallah salahuddin al-ayyubi. Saya akan melanjutkan pelajaran dalam jurusan sains kemanusiaan, insyaAllah bidang sejarah. Bermula lah perjalanan saya dalam menuntut ilmu di universiti islam tersebut. Semoga sama-sama kita mendoakan supaya kita semua mendapat redha Allah dalam segala amalan kita, terutamanya dalam menuntut ilmu, dan dipermudahkan segala urusan, insyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oleh itu, sesiapa yang sama jurusan, sama pulak nak amek sejarah, sama pulak mahallah, sila lah berhubung dengan saya. Agak teruja ni. Simpan dalam botol rasa letup kot. Haha. *syok sendiri*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada apa2 nasihat, atau peringatan, atau urusan yang belum diselesaikan, sila lah berhubung dengan saya sebelum waktu tersebut jika anda di johor bahru, kerana nanti saya akan berada di selangor. Yang nak selesaikan di selangor, sila lah buat senarai.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ye, sebelum saya lupa. Saya sekarang sudah menjadi pengedar produk HPA, yakni Herba Penawar Al-Wahida. Yang kamu2 tengok radix, hpa, itula skali adik beradik. Oleh itu,jika anda berminat, boleh berhubung dengan saya ye. harap maklum. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baiklah.sekian sahaja leteran saya. Tak banyak yang nak dicakapkan. Peringatan buat diri dahulu sebelum yang lain. Salah silap harap dimaafkan dan dibetulkan.Selamat melayari alam maya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: minggu lepas ayahanda haji hasyim ada bercerita sedkit tentang buah bagi lagu "enjit-enjit semut, siapa sakit naik atas". sungguh menarik, tetapi sukar dikuasai..cemane ni eh..@_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCdkDye-k-I/AAAAAAAAAOw/ufItmY8JlfQ/s1600/Two_Ants_by_BrandonCWatson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCdkDye-k-I/AAAAAAAAAOw/ufItmY8JlfQ/s320/Two_Ants_by_BrandonCWatson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487464687228326882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Two Ants by *BrandonCWatson,Deviantart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: 'I killed a person' convert this sentence into future tense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Beng : The future tense is 'you will go to jail'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.taken from mdm hidayah's facebook. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ciao~&lt;br /&gt;~salaam~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-6318100518286671728?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/6318100518286671728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-after-another.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/6318100518286671728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/6318100518286671728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-after-another.html' title='One after the other.'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TCdkDye-k-I/AAAAAAAAAOw/ufItmY8JlfQ/s72-c/Two_Ants_by_BrandonCWatson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-151912220799772613</id><published>2010-06-21T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T11:20:51.199+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lian Padukan'/><title type='text'>Lembaran Baru.</title><content type='html'>In the Name of Allah, the Most Beneficent, the Most Merciful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalaamu'alaikum people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, all praise be to Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? Yes. The title of this blog has changed, . For the first part, I've gotten permission from Ayahanda Haji Muhd Hasyim Muhd Salleh, on recommendation by his wife, Cikgu Ayeen, my teacher, to use my blog as a medium to share my experiences on Lian Padukan, the silat style i'm currently (and just recently) learning, and share the message of LP to anyone who reads. Don't worry, it'll still be a personal blog, just that any updates and info on LP will (insyaAllah) be provided in this blog in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the second part, about changing the title, I'm 19, and i'm not really a teenager anymore, and I need to realize this, for our maturity does not lie in the number of our age. Sultan Muhammad Al-Fateh took over his father's place in his teens. What have we accomplished in our youth? So, in other words, i'm getting old! And i'm going to be(or already am,maybe not in physical terms though.i'm small.=_= ) an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I think this blog will have some renovations in the upcoming weeks..wait, I just said weeks..!! TWO WEEKS TILL I'M OFF TO IIUM GOMBAK CAMPUS! @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*mixed feelings*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*inhales*   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh! I'm going to be a university student. A new page in my short and temporal life. &lt;br /&gt;I wonder what kind of challenges await me. What new people I'll meet. New joys and sadness I'll undergo. Oh well. That's for tomorrow(not tomorrow tomorrow, but FUTURE tomorrow.u know? ) =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*exhales*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that was a long breath I took. So yeah.. I'm feeling a weird vibe inside me. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh guess what, while I was meddling with blogger , all the comments went missing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*inhales*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drinks radix cola*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*exhales*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.I'm better now..Because i found a way to get them back. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. A little sneak-peek-preview on the upcoming things to come related to Lian Padukan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TB9CX8Nyo2I/AAAAAAAAAOA/ejwhwPLyWso/s1600/IMG_0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TB9CX8Nyo2I/AAAAAAAAAOA/ejwhwPLyWso/s320/IMG_0017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485175850228949858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TA-DA! The current Grand Master of LP, aka Ayahanda Haji Muhd Hasyim. Playing around with a pair of tekpis( singular=tekpi) also known as Sai, the weapon that Rafael from ninja turtle used( i think it's rafael.o_O) . Of course, this picture was taken maaaany years ago. So the THEN Haji Hasyim and the NOW Haji Hasyim may have some differences in physical outlook. heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrying the name of LP on my blog isn't something that is light and easy, it is a responsibility that my teacher, cikgu ayeen , and her husband, have entrusted me with. Life is filled with challenges. So I hope that anyone here that reads my blog, please make du'a for me so that whatever I post here, will make me and everyone else who reads, closer to Allah s.w.t. and may our eemaan become stronger, InsyaAllah, ameen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are any mistakes on this blog, or anyone that I mentioned here is hurt by what is written, PLEASE do tell me, but I'd appreciate it if you tell me politely and with manners. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a saying, " Give credit in public, reprimand in private" . We'd be tarnishing someone's image and dignity if we point out their mistakes in public (if it's a shameful one) . So, we have been granted intellect by Allah s.w.t. , let us use it properly insyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pantun, as the last words for this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Buah cempedak di luar pagar,&lt;br /&gt;  Ambil galah tolong jolokkan,&lt;br /&gt;Saya Arif Safwan baru belajar,&lt;br /&gt;  Kalau salah tolong tunjukkan.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;note: especially to the teachers of Lian Padukan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this post marks a new and bright beginning. I wish you all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont worry,i am still me, arif, safwan, arif safwan, muhammad arif safwan.whichever u like.  =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -peace- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ciao~&lt;br /&gt;~salaam~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-151912220799772613?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/151912220799772613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/06/lembaran-baru.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/151912220799772613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/151912220799772613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/06/lembaran-baru.html' title='Lembaran Baru.'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TB9CX8Nyo2I/AAAAAAAAAOA/ejwhwPLyWso/s72-c/IMG_0017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-4857037600844691496</id><published>2010-06-18T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:18:43.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new layout</title><content type='html'>I have a new layout now.please comment and tell me what colour is suitable for what, or whatever.im bad at choosing things like these..&gt;_&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-4857037600844691496?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/4857037600844691496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-layout_18.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/4857037600844691496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/4857037600844691496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-layout_18.html' title='new layout'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-887694230008858711</id><published>2010-06-17T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T11:20:51.199+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lian Padukan'/><title type='text'>Martial Arts and Me</title><content type='html'>Assalaamu'alaikum semua. Lama dah tak bertandang di blog ni. Macam2 idea muncul, tapi nak bergerak utk menulis tu tidak pulak. Apa2 pun, saya rasa ni post pertama yang 'dedicated to' martial arts secara khasnya di blog ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagi yang tidak tahu, saya ni seorang peminat seni beladiri @ martial arts. Tak kisah la spesies apa pun seni tu. Taekwondo ke, silat ke, karate ke, judo, jujitsu, kung fu, kendo ke ape2 je la. Semua saya minat, minat tengok, minat nak buat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TBrsTxyLkbI/AAAAAAAAANg/oouKtLk9Pjk/s1600/martial_artist_by_slophoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TBrsTxyLkbI/AAAAAAAAANg/oouKtLk9Pjk/s400/martial_artist_by_slophoto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483955320802480562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;~ credits to slophoto of deviantart ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari kecil lagi, saya banyak menonton televisyen, kartun la kan. X-men, ninja turtle, dragonball, power rangers, thunder cats, He-Man, kemudian datang pula anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antara anime yang terawal dan masih saya tonton dan gemari, ialah Samurai X @ Rurouni Kenshin. Saya ingat lagi, di channel ntv7, setiap hari sabtu pagi, saya nak tengok cerita tu, sampai ponteng kokurikulum masa sekolah rendah dulu. Zaman-zaman saya nakal la kan. (sekarang nakal lagi? entah.heh) . Cerita tu sedikit sebanyak telah mempengaruhi cara saya berfikir dan hidup. Banyak diceritakan erti perjuangan, erti pertempuran, erti sahabat , erti keluarga, erti kehormatan dan maruah,erti pengorbanan dan secara amnya erti kehidupan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itulah antara benih minat saya dalam seni beladiri ni. Tapi bukan semua dari anime tu boleh diterima pakai, pandai2 la kita tapis. Bagi peminat seni beladiri, pada citarasa dan pendapat saya, tak rugi anda menonton anime tu. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa saya berumur 10 tahun, saya berpeluang untuk menyertai kelas taekwondo di taman perumahan saya. Belajar punya belajar, masa puasa, cuti sebulan. Raya, cuti sebulan lagi. Kemudian adalah penambahan cuti. Hahaha. Dah lama tinggal, liat pulak nak sambung. Perkara ni berterusan untuk beberapa ketika semasa saya di sekolah rendah. Pada sekolah menengah , baru saya mula berlatih betul-betul, dan bertambah sikit semangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya terus menerus mengikuti kelas tersebut sehingga la akhir tingkatan 5. Selepas itu, saya ke PLKN dan seterusnya ke IIUM. Tak dapat saya sambung. Saya tidaklah aktif mana, hanya belajar di kelas itu sahaja. Takde pergi tournament sparring2 semua. Sekali pun tak pernah dalam masa beberapa tahun saya belajar taekwondo tu.&lt;br /&gt;Instructor saya pun kurang minat bab sparring. Maklumlah, kelas di taman saya ni ramai kanak2. Yang tua ni sorang . Old timers lain semua dah beredar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini hanya pendapat peribadi saya, tetapi kebanyakan kelas taekwondo yang dikendalikan sekarang, lebih fokus kepada nilai 'commercial' dan 'sport' lebih daripada taekwondo sebagai satu seni beladiri. Banyak belajar cara mendapat 'point' . Tangan yang berpotensi tinggi tidak diberatkan sangat. Kalau belajar tempur pun ,sparring sahaja, kebanyakannya yang saya lihat (saya pasti ada yang berbeza.bukan semua seperti ini) berasaskan  konsep mendapat mata atau 'point'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya bukan kata pengamal taekwondo semua tahu dapat point sahaja, ada kenalan2 saya yang merupakan pengamal taekwondo yang pandai bertempur juga. Tetapi bukan semua la.&lt;br /&gt;Setelah beberapa tahun belajar taekwondo, saya mula rasa seperti tiada / sikit sahaja perkembangan saya. Banyak mengikut silibus sahaja sepanjang masa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walau bagaimanapun, saya sangat menghargai jasa guru taekwondo saya, Mr Kok Lang Soon, seorang yang sangat menitikberatkan moral dan etika,seorang pencinta keamanan, dia bukan sahaja mengajar kita bertumbuk, tetapi dia juga ingin kita semua menjadi manusia yang berguna. Banyak yang saya belajar daripadanya. Dan hasil didikannya, alhamdulillah, terbina lah asas untuk saya menceburi senibeladiri yang seterusnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Seni Silat Lian Padukan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TBrxZgs5MHI/AAAAAAAAANw/GqGSZ7FK7tA/s1600/LP+two+logos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TBrxZgs5MHI/AAAAAAAAANw/GqGSZ7FK7tA/s320/LP+two+logos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483960916854255730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejarah ringkas tentang perguruan silat ini boleh dilihat di sini -http://www.lianpadukan.com/bm/?page_id=2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti biasa, cerita2 sejarah seperti ini macam2 versi kita boleh jumpa, tapi secara amnya itulah sejarahnya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pengasas permainan lian padukan ini ialah Allahyarham Pak Mat Kedidi @ Muhammad bin Chik, dan pengasas serta Guru Utama persatuan ini ialah Ayahanda Haji Muhd Hasyim bin Muhd Salleh yang tinggal di Johor Bahru, dan gelanggangnya juga di Johor Bahru. Setelah mendapat tahu yang bapa kepada rakan sekelas adik perempuan saya merupakan guru silat, saya mula membuat 'research' la konon. haha . Rupa2nya ayahandanya juga merupakan ayahanda Lian Padukan. Saya pun apa lagi, takkan nak lepaskan peluang, gelanggang induk dan Guru Utama ada di JB ni, takkan nak lepaskan macam tu je kan? Mula lah perjalanan saya dalam aliran silat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya, permainan Lian Padukan ini amat berbeza dari kebanyakan permainan silat yang kita kenal. Permainan buah pukul amnya, Lian Padukan khasnya, tidak mempunyai 'bunga' atau 'tari', juga tidak mempunyai guling mengguling dan sewaktu dengannya.&lt;br /&gt;Kuncian juga tiada dalam silibus(setahu saya la, tolong betulkan sekiranya salah.), dan permainannya sinonim dengan namanya, buah pukul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antara petua yang sangat ditekankan oleh cikgu2 dan ayahanda sendiri ialah, "Kita mendahulu, tak menunggu" , dan juga "tidak bermalam". Yang pertama bermaksud, kita tidak menunggu orang menyerang kita,kita menyerang dahulu. Boleh kalau nak menunggu/menanti, tetapi kemahiran 'mendahulu' itu perlu ada dalam diri. Yang kedua, 'tidak bermalam' , bermaksud kita tidak menghentikan 'perjalanan' 'buah pukul' sehingga lah sampai ke 'destinasi'. Dalam pertempuran, destinasi akhir ialah = musuh tidak lagi ancaman. Selagi tak sampai destinasi, kita tak berhenti. Kalau masih tak jelas, fikir2kanlah. hehe. Bak kata ayahanda sendiri pada Rabu lepas(malam), "kalau nak bermalam bawak la tilam.haha" . Dia merupakan seorang yang suka berjenaka. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antara cikgu yang banyak mengajar saya, ialah Cikgu Ayeen, yakni isteri Ayahanda sendiri. Srikandi lian padukan yang tak kurang hebatnya berbanding cikgu2 lain. Tak percaya? Ha..belum rasa belum tau penangan buah bukulnya. huhu. Dia yang banyak memberi galakan kepada saya semasa latihan, dan juga sangat ramah dalam melayan tetamu. Apabila bertandang ke rumahnya,pasti dijemput masuk ,makan dan minum bersama ayahanda sekali. Dia bertaraf cikgu, jadi jangan main2. Ayahanda sendiri yang mendidiknya dan mengkhatamkannya, dan untuk mencapai status itu bukanlah suatu perjalanan yang mudah macam kat highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika ingin mengenali lagi siapakah orang2 lian padukan, sila lah klik di link-link yang terdapat di sebelah bawah ,kanan, blog saya ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelas di gelanggang induk diadakan setiap rabu malam , 9.30mlm-12midnight, tapi kalau perlu balik awal pada bila2 masa pun boleh. Jangan risau. Gelanggangnya terletak di Taman Johor Jaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada rabu malam yang lepas, Cikgu Ayeen telah mengajar saya, Lian Reju @ Lian 'Pam' (kalau silap tolong betulkan ye.) . Apakah maksud Lian Reju aka Pam ni? Bak kata Cikgu Azmi yang menziarahi kita pada malam tersebut, "macam2 pam ada.pam basikal..pam tayar..ha.ni favourite cikgu azmi 'mengepam' ni." secara kasar,itulah kata2nya,tak ingat saya yang 100%. maaf ya. Sungguh menarik Lian ni. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Kita tidak melangkah, tetapi 'mereju'. Macam mana mereju tu? Nak tau, jom datang gelanggang.Kita tengok sama2. hehe. Lian ini merupakan antara teknik yang dikemaskini dan diilhamkan oleh Arwah Guru Razak @ Guru Yak. Arwah Guru Razak merupakan anak murid dan menantu Arwah Pak Mat Kedidi, dan dia yang banyak mengemaskini teknik2 untuk 'diPADUKAN' daripada buah pukul mersing yang asal, terutamanya silibus Lian Padukan yang sekarang ini, banyak jasa yang ditaburi olehnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sedikit sebanyak tentang Arwah Guru Razak boleh dilihat di blog ini :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://juhannsauffi.blogspot.com/2010/05/guru-abdul-razak-aka-abang-yak.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya juga telah merasa penangan buah 'beruk berayun' yang diilhamkan sendiri oleh cikgu ayeen. Sungguh ringkas dan berkesan.heh.macam2 buah ada. tak terkira saya..@_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Antara cikgu lain yang juga mengajar di gelanggang induk, ialah Cikgu Wan Nilai, Cikgu Man @ Ip Man, cikgu Jeff, Cikgu Ariff, Cikgu Hisham ,Cikgu Iskandar, dan sekali sekala didatangi Cikgu Din Gondrong @ Abang Long LP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya amat berterima kasih kepada semuanya, terutama yang banyak mengajar dan memberi galakan kepada saya. Tercapai juga hasrat saya mempelajari seni buah pukul ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permainan buah pukul @ Lian Padukan ni agak keras, bak kata Ayahanda , "kena tangkas, pantas, dan keras, barulah ikhlas" . Biar pahit di dalam gelanggang, tetapi manis di luar gelanggang. Itulah yang sering dikatakan oleh cikgu2 LP ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai masa untuk saya hentikan di sini. InsyaAllah jika ada rezeki, saya akan bercerita lagi tentang pengalaman saya dalam seni beladiri ini. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya harap semua mendapat manfaat daripada hasil penulisan ini, terutamanya para peminat seni beladiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seronok belajar buah pukul ni...ringkas dan padat. semua ini hanya pendapat peribadi saya. selamat berjuang. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ciao~&lt;br /&gt;~salaam~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-887694230008858711?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/887694230008858711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/06/martial-arts-and-me_17.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/887694230008858711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/887694230008858711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/06/martial-arts-and-me_17.html' title='Martial Arts and Me'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/TBrsTxyLkbI/AAAAAAAAANg/oouKtLk9Pjk/s72-c/martial_artist_by_slophoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-5167859665884250046</id><published>2010-06-05T15:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T11:14:05.091+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about it'/><title type='text'>Looking in the mirror..</title><content type='html'>Assalaamu'alaikum wr wb everyone. Yes, I've been missing for awhile. Busy , plus didn't get that 'feel' to blog. Well, here comes a new post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are living a borrowed life, from our heartbeat to our material belongings, we owe it all to The Almighty. Would you give away your ability to see for a mountain of gold? If you are willing, please do tell me. What have we been given? Let's try and list them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body.Life.Intellect.Hands.Legs.Eyes.Ears.Heart.All our organs.Parents.Family.Friends.Food.Oxygen.Safety.Emotions.Comfort.Water.Tears.&lt;br /&gt;Hair.Time.Every breath we take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Surah Ibrahim(14:34)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"And He gave you of all that you asked for, and if you count the Blessings of Allâh, never will you be able to count them...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we've gotten countless favours from Allah, yet what do we do with them? Do we use them as how He has ordained for us? Or do we commit acts way astray from His orders and laws? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuation from the verse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Verily! Man is indeed an extreme wrong-doer,..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think and reflect all the things that we've done through all our years of life in this temporary existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try and count the sins we've done with the favours He has given us. Can we count them? Well, try. Forgetting our pasts sins is a sign of ignorance and negligence of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people have we wronged? How many promises have we broken? How many hearts have we hurt? How many times have we disrespected our parents? Our family members? Our teachers? Our friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..how many times have we disgraced &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Allah&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;His messenger&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Prophet Muhammad s.a.w. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that we always think about Allah and His messenger,last, AFTER all others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a weakness in our imaan..in my iman. in yours. na'udzubillah min dzaalik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put aside our ego. Don't throw it away, let it stay beside us, so that we can check whether we still have control over it. Don't throw it away, for it might come back without us realizing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put aside our ego, and repent. Repent to Allah, ask forgiveness from Him, every day and every night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admit our mistakes, even if it's as big as the mountains, but if Allah were to hide our weakness from the public, never should we expose it, for it is His mercy upon us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive those who've wronged you. And ask forgiveness from Allah for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first of all, learn to forgive ourselves. And to do that, we have to first realize our mistakes and admit them. Look forward, and do not be ashamed to ask for His forgiveness, for He is the Most Merciful, Oft-Forgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Allah stretches His Hand during the night so that those who commit sins by day may repent, and He stretches His Hand in the day so that those who commit sins by night may repent,until the sun rises from the west"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;narrated by Muslim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we reflect on our misdeeds, do not despair, there is always hope, Allah is always there to forgive us, for He knows best what's in our hearts, whether we are sincere or not. So, do not take advantage of His mercy, for He is Most Wise and Just.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will we die? Do we know? Can we be sure? Did we make a deal with Allah and the angel of death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. We can never know when. So why wait ? Why not repent now? What are we waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine, dying in a state of sin? ......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na'udzubillah min dzaalik. May Allah protect us from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of death shouldn't be a taboo, it should be a daily routine, so that we remember that death may come at anytime, on any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all for now. It seems that my blogging energy has been recharged insyaAllah. Hopefully more updates coming soon insyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a reminder to myself before others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ciao~&lt;br /&gt;~salaam~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-5167859665884250046?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/5167859665884250046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/06/looking-in-mirror_05.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/5167859665884250046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/5167859665884250046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/06/looking-in-mirror_05.html' title='Looking in the mirror..'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-2674521980450165570</id><published>2010-05-19T17:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T11:14:05.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about it'/><title type='text'>Kenapa air mata masin?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/S_OsQpze7yI/AAAAAAAAANY/cQ6IEYMcBDs/s1600/kasih-sayang-ibu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/S_OsQpze7yI/AAAAAAAAANY/cQ6IEYMcBDs/s400/kasih-sayang-ibu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472907374284959522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seorang anak laki-laki kecil bertanya kepada ibunya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mengapa engkau menangis?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kerana aku seorang wanita", kata sang ibu kepadanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aku tidak mengerti", kata anak itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibunya hanya memeluknya dan berkata,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dan kau tak akan pernah mengerti" Kemudian anak laki-laki itu bertanya kepada ayahnya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mengapa ibu suka menangis tanpa alasan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Semua wanita menangis tanpa alasan", hanya itu yang dapat dikatakan oleh ayahnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak laki-laki kecil itu pun lalu membesar menjadi seorang laki-laki dewasa, tetap ingin tahu mengapa wanita suka menangis. Akhirnya ia mendapat petunjuk dari Tuhan, Antara bisikan yang didengarinya adalah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Ketika Aku menciptakan seorang wanita, ia diharuskan untuk menjadi seorang yang istimewa. Aku membuat bahunya cukup kuat untuk menopang dunia; namun, harus cukup lembut untuk memberikan kenyamanan "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "Aku memberikannya kekuatan dari dalam untuk mampu melahirkan anak dan menerima penolakan yang seringkali datang dari anak-anaknya "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "Aku memberinya kekerasan untuk membuatnya tetap tegar ketika orang-orang lain menyerah, dan mengasuh keluarganya dengan penderitaan dan kelelahan tanpa mengeluh "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "Aku memberinya kepekaan untuk mencintai anak-anaknya dalam setiap keadaan, bahkan ketika anaknya bersikap sangat menyakiti hatinya "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "Aku memberinya kekuatan untuk mendukung suaminya dalam kegagalannya dan melengkapi dengan tulang rusuk suaminya untuk melindungi hatinya "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "Aku memberinya kebijaksanaan untuk mengetahui bahawa seorang suami yang baik takkan pernah menyakiti isterinya, tetapi kadang menguji kekuatannya dan ketetapan hatinya untuk berada di sisi suaminya tanpa ragu "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. "Dan akhirnya, Aku memberinya air mata untuk dititiskan. Ini adalah khusus miliknya untuk digunakan walaupun kadangkala dia tidak memerlukannya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahukah kamu: Kecantikan seorang wanita bukanlah dari pakaian yang dikenakannya, susuk yang ia tampilkan, atau bagaimana ia menyisir rambutnya. Kecantikan seorang wanita harus dilihat dari matanya, kerana itulah pintu hatinya – tempat dimana cinta itu ada."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;~dipetik dari ejamdrac.blogspot.com~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salaam kepada semua. Itulah dia kisah sedikit sebanyak tentang seorang wanita yang bergelar ibu secara khasnya, dan wanita secara amnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bak kata Rasulullah s.a.w. ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dunia ini adalah perhiasan, dan sebaik-baik perhiasan adalah wanita salihah” (HR Muslim).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siapakah wanita salihah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam Al-Quran Allah memberikan gambaran wanita shalihah sebagai wanita yang senantiasa mampu menjaga pandangannya. Ia selalu taat kepada Allah dan Rasul-Nya. Allah berfirman (artinya) “Katakanlah kepada wanita yang beriman:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hendaklah mereka menahan pandangannya, dan kemaluannya, dan janganlah mereka menampakkan perhiasannya, kecuali yang (biasa) nampak dari padanya…” (QS. An Nur [24]:31)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~dipetik dari keepfight.wordpress.com~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setiap lelaki inginkan isteri yang solehah, tetapi ramai yang merosakkan wanita hingga menjadi tiket free ke neraka. Nak pasangan yang baik, kita sendiri kenalah perbaiki diri, kerana Allah s.w.t. itu Maha Adil. Takkan kita yang cikai berderai ni Allah nak kasi TOP QUALITY ye tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagi semua wanita yang membaca, ha.fikir2kan lah. Adakah anda ingin menjadi tiket free untuk orang lain masuk neraka, atau anda ingin menjadi perhiasan yang terindah di dunia yang fana' ini? (chewah.perkataan tu first time guna kot.fana'.hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ape2 pun, alang2 dah cerita pasal wanita dan ibu ni, ada satu pengumuman ringkas yang ingin saya sampaikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada hari esok, tanggal 20hb May 2010, adalah hari ulangtahun ke 52 ibu ku yang tercinta.(tapi saya panggil dia 'mak'.x panggil ibu.huhu). Namanya? Biarlah rahsia. =P Kalau nak tau jugak, habaq mai kat den secara private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibuku, yang telah menyuapku makan waktu aku kecil, memandikan aku sewaktu aku perlukan mandi(takde modal la.maaf.^_^ ) . Yang telah membelai dan mencurahkan kasih sayang padaku sejak ku lahir hingga ke hari ini ( dan insyaAllah hingga ke akhir hayat.anak manja ni!tapi manja bertempat ler. haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cara dia mendidik anak2nya, penuh dgn prinsip dan hikmah. Seringkali jika saya adik beradik nak buat sesuatu keputusan, mak akan suruh kita pikir sendiri. Yelah, sebab pilihan kita kan? Nanti mak buat keputusan, kita tak puas hati pulak. Dari kecil sampai sekarang, mak memang mendidik anak2nya supaya berdikari, membuat keputusan sendiri, dan berpendirian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada suatu ketika dulu, zaman saya liat nak mengulangkaji, mak pun tak 'push' saya untuk belajar. " Suka hati lah wan. nanti cikgu marah, wan yang kena. Result teruk, wan yang dapat. mak dah ingatkan" . Sampai suatu tahap, saya INGIN sangat mak MEMERAS saya supaya belajar, seperti cerita2 kawan2 yang lain yang sudah menyampah mak mereka setiap hari memeras mereka supaya belajar. Maklumlah, manusia tak pernah bersyukur, apa yang takde ,itu yang dia nak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi kini, saya sedar akan hikmah pendirian mak tadi. Intipatinya adalah, mak inginkan saya dapat melakukan sesuatu dengan keinginan sendiri, bukan mengharapkan dorongan dari luar. Mak inginkan supaya saya boleh bergerak sendiri, motivasikan diri sendiri, supaya boleh berdikari. Maklumlah, saya ni anak lelaki sorang dalam keluarga yang tak berapa besar ni. Kena lah belajar berdikari dan membuat keputusan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulu kadangkala saya terpikir yang mak ni, malas ke ape nak melayan kerenah wan. Tersilap sungguh anak muda sorang ni. Rupa-rupanya ada hikmah yang hebat di sebalik tindak-tanduk dan 'methodology' mak mendidik saya. Ha. Bagi yang mengenali saya, inilah hasil didikan seorang wanita yang bergelar ibu yang bernama &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(sila tanya saya kalau nak tau)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya boleh jamin, jika anda semua tanya mak saya bagaimana dia didik anak, dia akan jawab dengan selambanya yang didik je la mcm biasa , atau yg sewaktu dengannya. Ibarat dia pun taktau sangat bagaimana dia mendidik anak. Saya rasa, dalam fikiran dia, "ntah ler.saya pun go with the flow je.takde la specific strategy ape2 saya guna"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inilah dia namanya didikan keluarga yang berkesinambungan. Jika seorang anak itu didik dengan betul oleh ibu bapanya, secara automatik dia akan menyampaikan apa yang dia rasa betul kepada anak2nya pula. Dia tidak rasa pun cara dia itu istimewa atau paling berkesan, dia hanya rasa bahawa dia perlu melakukan apa yang BENAR dan BETUL. Jika dia mendidik anak2nya dengan betul, maka didikan itu akan berterusan selama mana ada generasi baru. Sebab itu institusi keluarga amat penting wahai pembaca sekalian! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Education starts at home"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oklah. itu sahaja sedikit sebanyak saya nak berleter untuk hari ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa2 pun,doakanlah mak saya supaya sentiasa dirahmati Allah s.w.t. dan semoga menjadi tiket untuk lebih ramai umat manusia masuk ke syurga. Saya doakan ibu2 anda semua begitu juga. insyaAllah, ameen ya rabb al-'aalameen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~salaam'alaykum~&lt;br /&gt;    ~ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-2674521980450165570?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/2674521980450165570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/05/kenapa-air-mata-masin_19.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/2674521980450165570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/2674521980450165570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/05/kenapa-air-mata-masin_19.html' title='Kenapa air mata masin?'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/S_OsQpze7yI/AAAAAAAAANY/cQ6IEYMcBDs/s72-c/kasih-sayang-ibu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-618192839531796369</id><published>2010-05-17T07:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T11:14:05.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about it'/><title type='text'>Cikgu nak pergi tandas?</title><content type='html'>Assalaamu'alaikum semua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. Sekarang ni panas isu hari guru. Semua orang mengucapkan selamat hari guru di blog2 mereka. Hari ni saya nak bercerita sikit tentang sisa-sisa memori yang masih saya ingat tentang guru-guru saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudah tentu, guru-guru pertama saya ialah mak dan ayah saya. Sehingga sekarang mereka masih mendidik dan mengasuh anak bujang sorang mereka ni. Huhu. Kadang-kadang kita tak perasan yang mereka sedang mengajar kita kerana setiap hari dan hampir setiap masa di rumah, kita hidup macam biasa. Mereka lah yang mengajar kita bertatih (jalan macam baby tu.) , ajar kita makan sendiri, ajar kita mengurus diri, termasuk juga mengajar kita membersihkan kemaluan kita a.k.a. cebok. Mereka yang mengajar kita sedikit sebanyak tentang apa itu kehidupan, apa itu kasih sayang, apa itu keluarga, dan apa itu sahabat. Tidakkah itu semua cukup untuk mereka bergelar guru? Bukan sebarang guru, guru yang ajar free, dan kasi pula sara hidup percuma. Sedangkan guru yang biasa yang mencurahkan ilmu kepada kita yang tak boleh dibayar dengan wang ringgit tu pun tak terbalas budi mereka, apatah lagi guru yang bergelar ibu dan bapa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secara rasminya saya pergi ke sekolah, adalah di Hilltop Private School di Johor Bahru. Antara nama-nama guru yang pernah mengajar saya di sana ialah Pn. Rozanna, Pn Linda, Mrs Chua, Mrs Chan dan lain-lain yang saya tak berapa ingat. Yang confirm saya ingat, Mrs Ho, Pengetua tadika tu. Ha jgn main2, tadika pun ada headmistress tau! heh. Dia ni omputeh , dari Australia. Sampai sekarang dia masih Headmistress di sana. Sekolah ni, dah berzaman dah ada. Zaman mak ayah saya kecik2 pun dah ada. Mrs Ho ni memang yg paling ditakuti dan digeruni lah di tadika tu. Siapa2 buat salah je,cikgu dah malas nak layan, "I'LL TELL MRS HO.IF NOT ,U BETTER KEEP QUIET!" . Terkedu semua diam. huhu. Tapi dia baik. Biasalah, nak didik anak(murid) jadi orang, takkan nak bermanja je. Naik lemak la nanti. (terbaca balik nampak mcm nasi lemak =_=.lapar agaknya.heh). Hingga sekarang, sekolah tu masih berdiri tegap walaupun sedikit usang, bersama cikgu2 dan kakitangannya yang dari zaman saya di sana dahulu, walaupun ada yang sudah silih berganti. Macam2 memori ditempa di sana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seterusnya, SK ST JOSEPH JOHOR BAHRU, sekolah rendah ku. Berdekatan dengan Landmark (port budak2 cabut/lepak.sekolah rendah pun dah pandai.huhu). Antara guru2 yang saya ingat, Cikgu Mazli Jaafar &amp; Mazli Jalil, Cikgu Zamani, Cikgu Mokhtar, Pn Chong (MONGG-YETTT!dia panggil bdk2 nakal monyet.haha), Pn Kamalam, Pn Sakunthala, Cik Halida (kena marah teruk dgn dia.ajar maths.keje x buat.hehe), Pn Maslina(bekas jiran saya.baru je pindah rumah), Mr Won (guru besar), Encik Amir yang macam bekas tentera ni.hahaha.steady cikgu. Dan lain2 yang saya tak berapa ingat(ingat muka x igt nama.maaf ye cikgu2). Ada sekali tu, saya terlupa nak buat latihan BM, cikgu Mazli Jalil rotan,utk setiap soalan yang tak dibuat. Ha! 20+ kali kot kena! tp kat tangan je la.tak la dia libas.haha. Ada satu kisah pulak, saya nak pegi tandas. Saya pun tanyalah dia , "Cikgu nak pergi tandas" ," Cikgu nak pergi tandas, habis awak pergi mana? Landmark?" ..fuh.loya buruk boleh tahan. steady cikgu! Sejak haritu, saya nak pergi tandas,saya buat ayat betul2 dengan intonasi yang betul.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang kesiannya, ada sekali tu, saya pergi la ziarah pusara arwah atuk/nenek di Perkuburan Mahmoodiah, terjumpa dgn Cikgu Mazli Jalil. Saya tanya,ziarah pusara siapa. Dia ziarah pusara anaknya...dah dua kali dah anak dalam kandungan gugur(kalau salah informasi,maafkan saya.kurang ingat &gt;_&lt;..tp memang ziarah pusara anak)..sedih sungguh apabila mendengar ceritanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seterusnya, Maktab Sultan Abu Bakar a.k.a. English College, Johor Bahru. Ha. Saya memang anak jati Johor Bahru. Kampung semua kat sini. Inilah sekolah menengah ku. Tingkatan satu sampai lima. Kalau nak namakan cikgu2 kat sini, memang terlalu ramai lah.Antaranya, Mr Chiew, Pn Fadilah, Pn Nazariah, Pn Haslawati, Pn Sumita, En. Zainal, Cikgu Piza(pro rugby.sampai skrg coach rugby EC), Ustazah Norliza, Ustazah Zahrah, En. Wan Azhar, Miss Shyamala, Pn Hafiza Aini, Cik Noorul Aida, Cik Nurul Afzanizam,Cikgu Kamaruddin, Cikgu Ungku Salleh,Pn Nathrah,Pn Mariyana, dan banyak lagi lah yang tak ternama dan tak ternilai.huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Di sini lah saya belajar berpengakap, belajar berkawan, belajar sedikit sebanyak tentang hukum alam, belajar membuka minda, belajar berdebat ( ha Tok Guru debat saya adalah Miss Shyamala,guru bahasa inggeris yang amat digeruni di EC.), belajar(jgn ikut eh) tinggi suara dgn cikgu, belajar jadi pengawas(tapi kurang berkesan.heh),belajar masuk hutan,belajar kawad kaki,belajar cabut kelas(hehe) dan macam2 lagi pelajaran lah yang saya dapat di sini. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaman di situ lah saya belajar naik bas awam. Belajar pergi City Square tgk movie lepas sekolah.keh keh. Macam2 la kenangan di EC ni. Antara guru-guru pengakap saya, yang paling otai sampai sekarang, En. Mohd Azlan bin Abd. Jalil a.k.a. Abang Lan. Dia dah bawak saya sampai ke event Asia Pacific tu. Banyak yang saya belajar daripada dia, sama ada secara langsung atau tidak langsung. Yang lain2 tu, secara tak langsung, En. Zalini a.k.a. abang adik, termasuklah senior2 saya, En Mohd Hafiz a.k.a. Bulu (jgn tanya kenapa), shahrom, afiq, nizam a.k.a. utih, fuad , khai, hasif dan lain2. Tidak lupa juga rakan2 seangkatan saya yang juga telah mengajar saya macam2 ilmu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaman saya di sekolah menengah juga lah saya kenal dengan Cikgu Taekwondo saya, Mr Kok Lang Soon. Seorang cikgu yang sangat baik, berprinsip, lucu dan sangat saya hormati. Selain daripada seni beladiri, banyak perihal hidup yang dia telah sampaikan kepada anak2 muridnya. Dia seorang yang sangat sukakan keamanan, tapi kemahiran dia bertempur bukan tahap cikai,ha.jgn main2. HA! dia masih belum beristeri. sesiapa yang berminat,boleh contact saya.heh. boleh saya dpt ang pau tahun depan. huhu joke joke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha.tidak lupa pula guru2 tuition saya, ada cikgu SSI ajar add maths ni saya lupa nama dia &gt;_&lt; , Mr Shanmugam a.k.a. boats (sebab dia botak, bdk2 panggil boats.haha.). Dia ni ajar BM, ha hebat kan, org india ajar BM, korang2 punya BM pun mcm taik lalat kalau nak banding dgn dia.huhu. dia peminat MAN U. sangat suka berborak dan berjenaka. Seorang cikgu yang baik. Mrs Lee,juga mengajar add maths masa saya form 5. Ada juga cikgu physics di Omega Tuition center yang commercial tu,jadi saya pun lupa nama dia,sorry sir.&gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah settle zaman sekolah, ni zaman pasca-sekolah. Ke mana saya pergi? PLKN! PROGRAM LATIHAN KHIDMAT NEGARA. ho ho ho. Sini pun boleh tahan banyak saya belajar, dari kawan2 dan juga dari jurulatih2 di sana. Cikgu Faiz, Cikgu Mael dan Cikgu Sanusi, bertungkus lumus menjaga company kami, CHARLIE COMPANY. Cikgu Zack, Cikgu Five(Faizal), Cikgu Ninie, Staff Sham, Staff Halim, KJ , Mejar Mohd Jiwa, dan lain2 lagi. Rakan-rakan di dorm juga banyak mengajar saya tentang selok-belok dan realiti kehidupan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, is CFSIIUM, where i did my foundation in human sciences. firstly, my dormmates, some of the best buddies i ever had in my life. haha. i dont know why, but life in CFS IIUM NILAI really left a mark in me.My friends in nilai sure taught me alot,whether by directly teaching me things, or by sharing their experiences with me. some of you may SPECULATE why, but i dont know what's the main reason it really affected me, even since semester 1. Thanks to all my lecturers, Mdm Nursiah(sociology), Mdm Hidayah(psychology), Bro Majid Hafiz(political science), Miss Dayana(history), Mdm Hamiza(communication), Mdm Dalela(basic academic writing), Mdm Ariyanti(basic themes of al quran), Ustaz Kamal Nazmi(understanding islam), Ustazah Manisah(arabic part 1) , Ustazah Rokiah(arabic part 2), Xifu Naser(critical thinking), Ustaz Kasim Ramli(islamic revealed knowledge), Miss Ruzzanna(ict ), Ustaz SAMSAR-syeikh abdul munir (tilawah al-quran) and Brother Azib(contemporary issues in the muslim world). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of you taught me well, be it in academics of in life generally speaking, and all the memories all of you have given me. Mdm Hidayah n her cakes, Ustaz Kasim with " what heppeyn", Bro Majid Hafiz with his stories during his hockey days, Mdm Nursiah and her (coercive) request for us to sms our mothers n tell her "i love you" on the spot in class, bro azib and his movie craze(star wars especially.haha), miss dayana n her talkative nature with lots of stories n interactive personality, ustaz SAMSAR with his 'steady-ness), Miss Ruzanna's class where i was the only male(=_=), Mdm Ariyanti n her strict but friendly nature(depends on the situation.heh), Xifu Naser and his "DISASTER MAN" plus talks on marriage(=_=.now u know where i got it from eh? lol joke), Mdm Dalela and her quizzes,plus one class we sat on the floor cuz the chairs went missing.heh. Ustazah Manisah and Rokiah , where we always started small talk sincerely, but at the same time to cut down on study time(hehe), Ustazah Manisah is singaporean btw, and ustazah rokiah just got a new baby boy! And then, Ustaz Kamal Nazmi and his kindness and cool-ness and lastly Mdm Hamiza and her cool nature in dealing with the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that was really long. did i miss out anyone? &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMMmmm..now i kinda miss Nilai,again. =_= . Not JUST nilai, but Nilai and its inhabitants in which I lived together with, be it peacefully or not.heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuah. Ok. After CFS, I also would like to thank my driving teacher,although im not done yet with driving, and although we dont really talk much, but i think i should mention him here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, next, the new batch of teachers that i just got, are my silat teachers. I'd like to thank the teachers of Seni Silat Lian Padukan that have taught me directly or indirectly, especially Ayahanda Guru Utama Haji Mohd Hasyim bin Haji Salleh, and his wife, Cikgu Ayeen,whom both of them have taught me lots of things related to martial arts, and religion, and about life itself, and not forgetting Cikgu Wan, Cikgu Ip Man, Cikgu Syam Avatar, Cikgu Arif(sama nama pulak.haha)Cikgu Din Gondrong and Cikgu Jeff, and also the rest of the silat buddies in Johor Jaya, especially Sya'ban, Siddiq, Nordin whom have shared their knowledge with me, and also treat me to supper a few times, and sent me back home a few times, and Nan(not roti nan, Adnan.haha),whom trained with me quite a few times, and showing me some interesting techniques, and sharing some of his knowledge with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. so i think, that should be enough for now. Suddenly had the urge of digging up my old memories. &gt;_&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to those i mentioned, n to those i forgot to mention, I give you my thanks, for whatever it is that you've done that has benefitted me in any way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to summarize everything, I praise Allah for sending me all of you, n I thank Him for giving me the chance to meet people such as yourselves. Without His blessings and permission, we wouldn't have known each other, and we wouldn't have known that this world still has good people living in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY TEACHERS DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : i just noticed, I switched to english starting from my post on CFS.heh.maybe the rules in IIUM ; main language is english and arabic, suddenly kicked in.heh.sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Salaam'alaykum~&lt;br /&gt;    ~peace~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-618192839531796369?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/618192839531796369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/05/cikgu-nak-pergi-tandas_16.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/618192839531796369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/618192839531796369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/05/cikgu-nak-pergi-tandas_16.html' title='Cikgu nak pergi tandas?'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-1057159248339894206</id><published>2010-05-12T07:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:18:43.443+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about it'/><title type='text'>Tidur Macam Kura-Kura</title><content type='html'>Assalaamu'alaikum , whoever you are. Peace be upon you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite dusty in here eh?  I've been a little busy with some things, went to places, and the main reason why it's quiet in here is because I just don't have the mood to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my turn for a 'hiatus' is coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have we been doing all this while? What kind of environment are we living in? Are we comfortable with it? Do we like it? Have we tried new things, new challenges? Have we tried learning something we're really bad at, rather than being idle with the things we are already good at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life itself, is progress, growth, and change. We can never stop time, nor can we turn back time. The present is all we have. NOW. That's it. So why stay idle? Why not keep moving forward? Many stay idle , yet question why their lives are so boring and bland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to go out of our comfort zone every once in a while. It's like a 'check-and-balance' mechanism for us to reflect on ourselves, our deeds, our relationship with others and especially our relationship with our Creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when we stay in our comfort zone, we tend to become egotistical, snobbish, proud, and we forget, that we are just another person, no better than the other in the face of The Almighty. If not, we become weak, because we reject challenges and new experiences. Why? Most of the time because we're afraid of things we're not used to, things that are new to us. Humans tend to fear what is unknown to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it, before you got used to doing whatever you're good at now, how were you like, when you first started? Say, school for example. Wasn't it difficult,awkward and sometimes we even feel like quitting school? Then it became fun, we made friends, get to know the teachers, and learn new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we could do it when we were a kid, not even a decade old, why can't we do it now, when we're all GROWN UP and supposedly ADULTS , who are supposedly more matured,more experienced and knowledgeable? Yet what we see today, the adults are the ones who are most afraid, yet the act like they know better when they are actually afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The successful people we see at the top today, are people who have been out of their comfort zones time and time again. Being out of the comfort zone builds character, increases mental and physical endurance, and lets us gain new experiences. In a way, it teaches us how to be independent, so that we can help others who aren't, in hopes that one day , they too will be independent and help others. It's an amazing cycle of survival for humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there are limitations and guidelines, as our core, our foundation, that never changes, solid as a mountain, so that it may guide the things that change. And for this, there is religion. For me , it is Islam. The reason I say this, is because human values,morals and laws keep changing, what was wrong 50 years ago may be right today, and vice versa. For a company or country, there must be a solid foundation as a core, so that anything else that's related to it, will be referred to the core guideline. We can't simply do things as we like, what more with ourselves filled with desires and selfishness. It doesn't propagate justice. Doing so will just destroy it. By eliminating justice from our daily lives, conflicts will start to spread, and the oppressed will be forced into desperation and in the end perform extreme acts, and the oppressors will put the blame on them for being extremists, while covering up the fact that they were the ones who were unjust to them.And the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what can we do? We're nobody. We don't have the money nor power to change the system or others. Well,there is something that you can start with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;O Allah! Make today for us better than yesterday, and make tomorrow better than today, and grant us Your Blessing in everything. Ameen.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep improving and better ourselves, for the sake of others,not for our personal gain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hayya 'ala al-falah bi jamaa'ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salaam'alaykum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(salah silap tolong tunjukkan.lagi2 bab bahasa arab.heh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-1057159248339894206?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/1057159248339894206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/05/tidur-macam-kura-kura_11.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/1057159248339894206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/1057159248339894206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/05/tidur-macam-kura-kura_11.html' title='Tidur Macam Kura-Kura'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-2172502375479227434</id><published>2010-04-22T15:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:18:43.446+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old man talk'/><title type='text'>Wall of China</title><content type='html'>Salaam. Most of my posts are 'walls of texts'. I'm just not on the creative side of the world I guess. It's amazing that there are people who put up with them. Thanks to those few. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-2172502375479227434?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/2172502375479227434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/04/wall-of-china_22.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/2172502375479227434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/2172502375479227434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/04/wall-of-china_22.html' title='Wall of China'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-2959498096277780826</id><published>2010-04-19T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:18:43.449+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old man talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malay'/><title type='text'>Adab Menuntut Ilmu.</title><content type='html'>Assalaamu'alaikum semua. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kali ni saya nak membebel sikit tentang menuntut ilmu. Ada perasan benda yang pelik tak dalam tajuk hari ni? Ha. Ni saya sendiri tersentak apabila sedar akan perkara yang pelik ini. Di situ tertulis, MENUNTUT ilmu, bukan MEMPELAJARI ilmu. Yakni, kita menuntut ilmu dari sumber ilmu.(menuntut = demand) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau kita menuntut ilmu, kita tuntut dari siapa? Mestilah dari guru. Secara automatik adab berguru juga diperlukan. Kalau ada rezeki, selain daripada ilmu yang kita tuntut, kita turut mendapat 'free gift' dari guru kita,yakni ilmu-ilmu lain. Ini lah kelebihan kita berguru. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaman sekarang, ramai budak2 muda yang pergi ke sekolah, pergi universiti, ada masters ada phD, belajar tinggi-tinggi, tapi tak reti jadi orang. Apa maksud menjadi orang? Reti menjadi orang bermaksud, tahu dan sedar akan nilai-nilai yang seseorang manusia sepatutnya amalkan, sedar akan tanggungjawab sebagai manusia yang hidup bersama manusia lain, makhluk-makhluk lain, dan juga persekitaran kita,yakni alam semula jadi. Sedar dan kenal akan erti maksud hormat menghormati atau 'respect'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik kepada budak2 muda skearang. Ramai yang tak reti jadi orang. Hasilnya? Ramai tenaga manusia yang professional ,yang benar-benar pakar dalam bidang mereka, tapi bab menghormati orang lain, adab bersosial, mereka seperti budak tadika jika kita ingin membandingkan tahap pemahaman mereka tentang perkara-perkara ini. Mereka fikir, duit, kuasa, kecantikan/kekacakan,kemahiran dan ilmu mereka adalah 'permit wajib' supaya dihormati dan dilayani dengan istimewa. Tetapi mereka sangatlah salah. Jika mereka dapat 'kehormatan' sekalipun, kemungkinan besar itu adalah kehormatan yang palsu, yang hilang bersama-sama status dan harta mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaubagaimanapun, mereka tidak boleh dipersalahkan 100%. Nak buat macam mana, sistem pendidikan zaman sekarang menekankan gred dan kemahiran mereka melaksanakan tugas, tetapi penekanan terhadap adab, penghormatan yang betul tempatnya, keikhlasan, toleransi dan sewaktu dengannya , sudah berkurangan dan semakin menghilang. Pandai kira-kira, pandai biologi, pandai berdebat, tapi tanpa akhlak dan adab, tak dapat la jadi orang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terjadilah satu putaran yang menakutkan ( vicious cycle? translation?hahah). Sistem tak didik murid-murid jadi orang, murid-murid jadi hantu, ada cikgu yang nak cuba didik betul-betul, tapi murid semua hantu, sikit-sikit panggil mak bapak. Disebabkan ingin menjaga nama dan kemungkinan kecil(ye ke?) kepentingan-kepentingan tertentu, orang yang berpangkat di sekolah pun terpaksa akur dengan ibu bapa yang berstatus dan wang yang banyak. Cikgu-cikgu yang ikhlas pun jadilah tak bersemangat, kerana keadilan tidak ditegakkan, yang ditegakkan adalah nama baik sekolah dan wang. Bukan apa, cikgu-cikgu sekolah di Malaysia ni, banyak kerjanya. Kerja-kerja admin pun dibuat juga, nak ikhlas sikit je kena pulak ketidakadilan. Lagi lah takde semangat ,kan? Dah takde semangat, nak didik pun payah, makin hantu la budak-budak sekolah. Menakutkan kan putaran ni? (pelik sungguh bahasa =_=..maaf ye)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaman dahulu kala, kenapa ramai yang beradab dan masyarakat berbagai bangsa dan agama boleh hidup bersama tanpa banyak masalah? Kerana masing-masing reti jadi orang. Tau erti hormat. Yang menuntut ilmu pula, semua berguru, takde yang berbulu terburu-buru. Sekarang semua nak cepat je. Cepat graduate, cepat dapat kerja, cepat kaya,dan macam-macam cepat lagi.(cepat kawen kurang pulak eh? heh). Dulu-dulu, nak tunggu guru tu 'graduate-kan' murid dia, bukan main lama lagi. Bertahun-tahun. Itu lah perbezaan, 'quality over quantity'. Dulu kualiti chantek, tapi kuantiti amatlah kurang. Sekarang pemegang ijazah ,masters dan phD bersepah-sepah. Boleh kutip kat mana-mana je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan senang pakar-pakar dan alim ulama' terdahulu nak kasi ilmu. Susah benor mereka nak terima anak murid. Yang benar-benar ingin dan ikhlas yang dipilih menjadi murid. Nak jadi pewaris ilmu? Ha lagi la ketat syarat-syaratnya. Tapi kualiti mereka memang MANTOP la katakan. Imam Bukhari, pengarang Sahih Bukhari sendiri, apabila ingin memilih hadith daripada seseorang, antara syaratnya ialah, orang itu mesti berguru dengan gurunya beberapa tahun, dan mereka adalah ibarat sahabat karib. Masing-masing kenal peribadi masing-masing. Itu lah hakikat sebenar murid dan guru, selepas murid itu 'graduate' , mereka akan saling mengenali diri, dan hubungan mereka amatlah rapat, sehingga ada yang menawarkan anak mereka untuk dikahwinkan dengan murid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu adalah muqadimah sahaja (panjang benor =_= ), tajuk sebenarnya adab menuntut ilmu, ha ni skarang baru nak masuk. Apakah adab-adab ketika menuntut ilmu? Saya hanya akan memberi sedikit isi berpandukan pengalaman dan ilmu yang sedikit saya miliki ini. Oleh itu, takde kredibiliti yang sah di sisi undang-undang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menghormati guru itu tidak asing lagi jika kita bercakap tentang adab berguru. Apakah maksud menghormati guru? Kita tidak mencelah apabila dia sedang berkata-kata, kita perlu bersungguh-sungguh dalam menuntut ilmu, kita tepat pada masanya apabila memulakan sesi menuntut ilmu, kita jaga hati guru kita(tapi jangan sampai jadi tukang bodek). Kalau ada yang kita tidak setuju, kemukakanlah dengan guru kita. Jika keperibadian guru yang kita nampak kurang elok, kita nak tegur pun, biarlah secara sulit (one on one, jangan depan khalayak ramai/khalayak murid yang lain). Tetapi jika perbezaan pendapat itu wujud, tidak perlu lah kita berdebat sehingga tidak mendatangkan faedah,malah keburukan yang mendatang. Kalau kita rasa lebih keburukan akan datang daripada kebaikan jika kita menegur, lebih baik kita cuba cara lain. Pandai-pandai lah gunakan akal, guru pun dah puas mengajar kan? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hal-hal ini dapat dilaksanakan jika sikap merendah diri wujud dalam diri kita. Tak ke mana ilmu kita tu kalau bukan guru yang restu dan sudi memberi. Tak perlulah kita bangga dan sombong akan ilmu yang kita ada. Tak sampai setitik air pun kalau nak dibandingkan dengan lautan,yakni ilmu Allah s.w.t. , Al-'Alim, Maha Mengetahui. Jika seseorang itu sedar akan status dirinya , yakni hanya sekadar hamba kepada yang Maha Esa, insyaAllah cahayaNya dapat menerangi hati kita. Tanpa rahmat dan cahayaNya, siapalah kita. Tundukkan diri kepadaNya , moga-moga kita mendapat hidayah insyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;Lagipun, siapa suka orang yang bangga diri, suka menunjuk-nunjuk dan sombong, betul tak? Jadi, kita jangan la berkelakuan seperti orang yang kita sendiri tidak suka kelakuan mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setakat ini sahaja bebelan saya, semoga kita sama-sama mendapat redhaNya dalam usaha kita menuntut ilmu, dan semoga kita dapat beramal dengan ilmu yang kita ada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ilmu tanpa amal ibarat pohon yang tidak berbuah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini adalah nasyeed tentang Imam As-Syafie dan gurunya. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/plB_0zEYmeI&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/plB_0zEYmeI&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peringatan buat diri saya sendiri dan juga sesiapa yang sudi diperingatkan. Salah silap,tolong tunjukkan. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ciao~&lt;br /&gt;~salaam~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-2959498096277780826?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/2959498096277780826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/04/adab-menuntut-ilmu_19.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/2959498096277780826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/2959498096277780826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/04/adab-menuntut-ilmu_19.html' title='Adab Menuntut Ilmu.'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-3046280678148147880</id><published>2010-04-16T09:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:18:43.452+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old man talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malay'/><title type='text'>Luar dan Dalam</title><content type='html'>Assalaamu'alaikum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya baru terbaca suatu cerita yang agak menarik dalam novel sejarah Tariq bin Ziyad oleh Abdul Latip Talib. Ceritanya, Tariq bin Ziyad ni seorang panglima Khalifah Islam di Afrika Utara dan beliau terkenal kerana menakluki Andalusia (Spain). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa2 pun, taknak la kasi &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;spoiler&lt;/span&gt; kat sini kecuali satu, dalam satu misi ni, tentera Islam terjumpa sebuah ladang buah delima, tetapi cari punya cari, tak jumpa tuan punya ladang. Tentera Islam dan juga beberapa tentera Andalus sangat inginkan memakan buah delima itu. Tetapi Panglima Tariq melarang sekeras-kerasnya, atas hujah mungkin itu ladang orang petani yang menyara keluarga ataupun anak yatim. Mereka pun meneruskan perjalanan. Tiba2 mereka ternampak rusa yang amat gemuk( nyam nyam) ,dan mereka pun berjaya memburunya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pengajaran yang ditekankan oleh penulis di sini adalah sekiranya kita tidak mendapatkan apa yang kita ingini dengan cara yang haram, insyaAllah kita akan mendapatnya dengan cara yang halal, dan mungkin lebih baik lagi. Mereka tidak mengambil makanan yang tidak tahu asal usulnya, dan mereka telah dikurniakan rusa sebagai ganti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antara perbezaan tentera Islam yang hebat dan musuh-musuh mereka pada masa terdahulu adalah tentera Islam tidak mendapatkan kemenangan dengan cara haram (rasuah,kekejaman,membunuh rakyat etc.) dan telah memperoleh kemenangan sama ada di dunia atau di akhirat,manakala musuh-musuh mereka seringkali menggunakan rasuah dan kekejaman. Malah tentera Islam seringkali menunjukkan dan menegakkan keadilan dan belas kasihan kepada musuh-musuh mereka,termasuklah rakyat negara musuh mereka dan keluarga-keluarga mereka , walaupun sering dibantah oleh panglima-panglima Islam sendiri namun akhirnya akur dengan hujah ketua mereka yang mencontohi Rasulullah s.a.w. semasa baginda berjuang menyebarkan Islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hal ini boleh diaplikasikan dalam pelbagai konteks. Contohnya, jika kita tidak meniru dalam peperiksaan, kita berjaya , walaupun markah tidak setinggi mana, tetapi akhirnya kita yang berjaya, yakni kita yang mahir dalam ilmu tersebut. Sekiranya kita tidak mendapatkan penyokong atau undi dengan cara haram , insyaAllah kita akan mendapat penyokong yang benar-benar tulus dan ikhlas menyokong kita. Sekiranya kita inginkan kasih sayang antara manusia, elakkanlah yang haram (couple-couple ni lah ape lagi), dan insyaAllah kita akan dikurniakan  dengan yang halal(kahwin la ape lagi.huhu). Semua ini insyaAllah akan dikurniakan kepada kita, dengan satu syarat, kita sendiri yang mahu mengelakkan perkara-perkara yang haram, dan berusaha dengan cara yang halal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin anda terperasan yang Arif ni slalu sangat cerita pasal kahwin. Bukan lah saya ni gatal tak sabar nak kahwin, tetapi idea perkahwinan dalam kalangan belia kita ni, agak kronik dan hampir tiada. Jika ada pun, ideanya hanya tersempit pada satu perspektif. Apa yang kurang dalam kalangan kita, kita lah yang harus memenuhi kekurangan tersebut, dan rezeki lah agaknya yang saya ni agak berminat nak menulis tentang perkahwinan. Takpe, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;straight to the point&lt;/span&gt; bak kata orang jawa. Saya memang orang yang &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;direct&lt;/span&gt;. Masalah belia kita sekarang ni yang melanda di mana-mana sahaja kita pergi, adalah masalah &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'couple'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Kita ni asyik dok bangkang dan 'anti' orang2 yang bercintan-cintan, tapi setakat larang je memang la mereka-mereka pun lagi kuat bangkangnya. Kita cuba tutup laluan mereka, dan kita sediakan laluan yang lebih baik. Kalau kita sekat laluan mereka, dan tiada laluan lain yang mereka nampak, mereka pasti akan menentang kita (halangan) sehingga la kita(halangan) dapat diatasi,kerena mereka inginkan sesuatu hala tuju. Contoh Rasulullah s.a.w. , baginda menyuruh orang musyrikin Makkah untuk tidak menyembah berhala, tetapi baginda tidak berhenti disitu, baginda buka pula laluan yang baru yakni 'sembahlan tuhan yang maha esa yakni Allah s.w.t. ' . Selepas itu,terpulanglah pada mereka, kita sudah mencuba yang terbaik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni lah tabiat yang seringkali berlaku pada saya. Awal-awal cerita tentera Islam, akhir sekali jadi cerita tentang kahwin. Maaf ya, saya memang mudah menyimpang ketika menulis dalam blog. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa-apa pun, kita janganlah meninggalkan kawan kita tu selepas dia berhenti melakukan perkara yang haram. Kita terus bersamanya (ni mahram eh.jangan macam2!),membantu dan menyokongnya untuk terus istiqamah dengan usahanya. Contohnya,dalam video yang akan ditayangkan dalam bahasa jawa di bawah, banyak kes yang berlaku pada para muallaf , yang sebelum memeluk Islam, bersungguh sekali orang Islam memberi input tentang Islam, memberi Al-Quran dan pelbagai lagi. Selepas memeluk Islam, POOF, hilang orang yang menyeru mereka untuk memeluk Islam. Kesian mereka terkapai-kapai mencari pertolongan. Oleh itu,jika kita nak tolong orang, biarlah sampai orang tu dapat meneruskan perjalanan dengan sendiri, barulah kita boleh beredar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nQlhU47kLgo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nQlhU47kLgo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikmatilah video bahasa jawa itu,tapi loghat mat salleh sikit.heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga penulisan ini dapat mendatangkan kebaikan. Allahu a'laam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ciao~&lt;br /&gt;~salaam'alaykum~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i updated the post on organ donation (see below) because I found some info regarding it. So please read and if you have any plans or inquiries, please do contact me via email,blog,phone,facebook,batman signals or even sonar.and maybe some nice juicy steak. regards. -arif&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-3046280678148147880?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/3046280678148147880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/04/luar-dan-dalam_15.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/3046280678148147880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/3046280678148147880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/04/luar-dan-dalam_15.html' title='Luar dan Dalam'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-7707137422414164724</id><published>2010-04-12T10:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:18:43.454+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about it'/><title type='text'>ORGANSSSS.....</title><content type='html'>Assalaamu'alaikum. I've been thinking about my organs when I die. Some might still be useful after I don't need them anymore. So I'm thinking of signing up for donation. Anyone wants to join? It'd be fun if we go to the hospital in a group.heh. sure do tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salaam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay people.this is dated 14/04/10. editted and updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://rayma.com.my/giftoflife/FAQ.html   - link to frequently asked questions, and phone numbers of KL hospital or something. there's a form n all in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.themodernreligion.com/misc/hh/organ-transplant.html  - info on ruling(hukum) of organ transplantation before/after death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically what it says on the ruling is that there is khilaf,as usual. some ulama' say that it is not permissible, some say it is. why some say it's not permissible, and why some say it IS permissible, is explained in the link. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going with permissible. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all folks! if there's anything u wana say/ask/plan, i'm all eyes. like this @_@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-7707137422414164724?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/7707137422414164724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/04/organssss_11.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/7707137422414164724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/7707137422414164724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/04/organssss_11.html' title='ORGANSSSS.....'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-5327509244404948415</id><published>2010-04-09T12:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:18:43.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about it'/><title type='text'>Jummu'ah</title><content type='html'>Assalaamu'alaikum. Here's a short post on the issue of what the muslimeen are facing in the mosque during khutbah (friday sermon). Also by Ali Ardekani ,aka Baba Ali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m2t6cZOoe-w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m2t6cZOoe-w&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true. I agree with him. Although not ALL the time, but it happens quite often. But of course, I haven't heard of a khutbah on 'dont eat a dead goat by the street'.&lt;br /&gt;However, in my opinion, I think the khutbah's ive listened to, their main problem is they are too script oriented. Sometimes the content is good, but it's like the khatib is reading the text..and not actually giving a sermon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mostly the khatibs that do that, are the senior ones. o_O..i dont mean to insult them or anything, but it happens. and many people will be sleeping..it's time to wake up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we going to wait till the ummah is in a REAL crisis? Don't we want to move forward, rather than JUST stand up after falling and stay like that? Yet we all complain. But the authorities aren't really doing much are they? The higher ups should &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'turun padang'&lt;/span&gt; or go do some fieldwork and GET TO KNOW THE PEOPLE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to get ready for jummu'ah prayer! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ciao~&lt;br /&gt;~wassalaam~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-5327509244404948415?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/5327509244404948415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/04/jummu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/5327509244404948415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/5327509244404948415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/04/jummu.html' title='Jummu&amp;#39;ah'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-7586148932428408154</id><published>2010-04-07T10:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:18:43.457+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinta'/><title type='text'>Marriage - as told by Ali Ardekani</title><content type='html'>Salaam'alaykum and Peace be upon you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just looking at the title gets you excited eh? heh just kidding. Well, as we all know, there's no such thing as dating or coupling in Islam, and the halaal way to have a relationship with the opposite gender, is to get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Baba Ali, talking about marriage and hopefully all of us can get some pointers from him.hehehe. I know who you are, you sneaky little snickering readers all excited about marriage! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *not talking about myself....at all...nope..lol.......seriously =_=*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage interviews &amp; dowry (mahar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1kee_CCJUbg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1kee_CCJUbg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Marriage Ads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SrnjYYuDfXs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SrnjYYuDfXs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more videos can be found here &lt;br /&gt;http://www.ummahfilms.com/season3.html&lt;br /&gt;and here&lt;br /&gt;http://ummahfilms.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know who you are! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ciao~&lt;br /&gt;~wassalaam~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-7586148932428408154?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/7586148932428408154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/04/marriage-as-told-by-ali-ardekani_06.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/7586148932428408154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/7586148932428408154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/04/marriage-as-told-by-ali-ardekani_06.html' title='Marriage - as told by Ali Ardekani'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-7083490447849215748</id><published>2010-04-06T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:18:43.459+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life updates'/><title type='text'>I honestly have no idea.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Assalaamu'alaikum . Peace be upon you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who thought I actually wrote a will and died, no it hasn't happen yet. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long since my previous post. I may or may not have been a wee bit busy. For one, I visited my old campus in Nilai. Met up with some friends, lost my slippers there, and then off to KL for the International Book Fair in PWTC with some friends. I was aiming for books on Islam in english, and alhamdulillah I found quite a few, compact books, yet with substantial content. Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I got back, I settled my unsettled JPJ documents for my colour blindness. Alhamdulillah it's settled now and I've started my journey to being a competent Malaysian driver =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also read a few books. Historical novels on Salahuddin al-Ayyubi and Khalid al-walid. Both are prominent figures in the Islamic history. Both books by Abdul Latip Talib and they're in Malay. The thing I've noticed ( and admitted by the writer himself) is that , you don't get the exact same story from all the sources you can find. However, the general story is satisfying, and the point that the novel was made to put across is achieved. It IS a NOVEL after all. Whether or not the people mentioned really said what they said is not something to debate about. The events that happened attracted me the most. Even the literature is mediocre or above average at best. But still a good reading for an average reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can check out the writer's blog here. http://abdullatip.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I havent been doing much actually. Did meet some people I haven't met in a long time. Got more books at my disposal. Learned some new things, watched ALOT of videos on food on youtube. steak especially. did some cooking myself.. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, the light of hope is now visible, my holidays may not be a total /colossal waste after all =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only downside that has an impact that I can never not notice, is the lack of company. My uni friends are quite well dispersed along semenanjung Malaysia. And my JB friends are mostly not on holiday. So it's up to me to find things to do, and perhaps with whom I do those things with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about being alone, is that at one point in our lives, we will come to a point of being alone, and we have no choice whether we like it or not. That's where being independent comes in, or is required. Some people make it through without much pain, some make it through with quite some pain, and some don't make it through, thus being a dry leaf floating in a river in which it follows the flow, doesn't matter where it leads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in other words, we have to TRAIN ourselves to be independent. We don't have to start drastically by totally living alone. But rather one by one. Say, we cook our own food, wash our own clothes, clean the house, manage ourselves, pay the bills, settle JPJ documents because of colourblindness (heh) , do our own errands, find things to do by ourselves and then maybe ask friends to tag along, or you can go even further by catching your own food, and GROWING your own food(not mould and moss on your armpits or anything like that.&gt;_&gt; ), and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't always have to do things alone. It's always nice to have friends and family around to do things with. But when the situation demands for us to not be dependent on anyone but ourselves to do things, we have to be able to do so, or else, we will be dependent on others, and the outcome will depend on factors not determined by ourselves, thus leaving little to no room to complain/ do it how we would like it. And most of the time, we will end up following others, no matter where the person goes, because we go by ourselves. If you stumbled upon good people,alhamdulillah. What if the people who 'found' you are the unpreferred kinds? You got no one else. No choice but to go along with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is one of the processes of becoming a matured adult. Look at our parents. They settle their own things, AND our things. They manage their lives and ours. The thing is, if we are to depend on others to determine our course of life, when are we going to start doing things we really want to? When will we truly follow our hearts? By following our hearts I don't mean to follow our DESIRES. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world so busy ,fast-paced and full of entertainment and distractions, it's quite difficult for one to crawl out of the BIGGER hole, and truly feast your senses on the true meaning of the world and life itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never disagree with this statement yet, We have to be strong, for those who can't, and being independent is one of the ways to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw how I sidetracked from the early content? =_= habit habit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ciao~&lt;br /&gt;~wassalaam~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-7083490447849215748?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/7083490447849215748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-honestly-have-no-idea_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/7083490447849215748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/7083490447849215748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-honestly-have-no-idea_05.html' title='I honestly have no idea.'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-3021362343665439795</id><published>2010-03-17T12:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:18:43.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life updates'/><title type='text'>Looking back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/S6BaPj4eXII/AAAAAAAAANI/Tp7Zy8cAP7Q/s1600-h/Stains_in_nature_by_gilad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/S6BaPj4eXII/AAAAAAAAANI/Tp7Zy8cAP7Q/s400/Stains_in_nature_by_gilad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449454772494949506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalaamu'alaikum. Holidays..It's been a long time since i've had such a long one..After spm, i went to PLKN.then I went to CFS IIUM. It sure feels kind of weird, having nothing to do...or is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grass is always greener on the other side. When we are busy, we want to have a break. When we're having a long break, we want to be busy again. Humans can never be satisfied, unless he is satisfied with what Allah has given him, and he accepts it with an open heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice that, my posts, are usually just my opinions. One CAN relate it back to whatever there is to relate it back to, say, Quran or Hadith. But maybe i should increase the variety of my writings? What do you think? Oh and how would you people like if I put up some sort of song on this blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I've done so many people so much wrong. Family, friends, colleagues, teachers...and My Creator and Sustainer, especially. Humans never cease to make mistakes, and sometimes we keep repeating the same ones...I truly have no excuse for that.I'm guilty. Nothing to say to defend myself...we must strive to improve ourselves,and remember, that Allah's mercy is greater than His wrath.Let's have hope, for the best, prepare for the worst, and have faith in The Almighty. We can't let our mistakes be obstacles to us doing good right? We can't let our mistakes make us fall and keep us down right? It's time to get up..and keep moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, i've met many people, and we affected each others' lives in some way, even if the effect is now non-existent or forgotten(one of my weaknesses..memory..&gt;_&lt; ), we have left a mark in each others' lives. Sometimes, we just have to let go. Suck it up, and accept reality, and let go, and move ever forward. If we cross paths again in the future, then we should accept it as a blessing from Allah.What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger,that is if you choose to stand up and continue fighting.Fighting this world and it's grasp on you. For we will leave this world one day, and it can happen at any time. But are we ready for it? Are you ready? Am I ready...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should write my will pretty soon.....u know,just in case?...hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/S6Bawe3UbzI/AAAAAAAAANQ/a5oiH7KrcZM/s1600-h/Train__by_Parawan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/S6Bawe3UbzI/AAAAAAAAANQ/a5oiH7KrcZM/s400/Train__by_Parawan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449455338083610418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to pack up..train's leaving any time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Abu Huraira reported Allah's Messenger (may peace be upon him) as saying: The world is a prison-house for a believer and Paradise for a non-believer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace be upon all of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-3021362343665439795?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/3021362343665439795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/03/looking-back_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/3021362343665439795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/3021362343665439795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/03/looking-back_16.html' title='Looking back.'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/S6BaPj4eXII/AAAAAAAAANI/Tp7Zy8cAP7Q/s72-c/Stains_in_nature_by_gilad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-4221446714789605479</id><published>2010-03-15T16:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:18:43.463+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinta'/><title type='text'>Hablu minallah, wa hablu minannaas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;life is like a chocolate chip cookie with nuts... its rocky,loads of ups and downs,sometimes sweet and at times it hurts if you bit the nuts wrongly, but all in all,the result is satisfying.provided u do the necessary things.&lt;/span&gt; ~ &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;words by a certain lioness i know. no plagiarism. heh.editted some words though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalaamu'alaykum brothers and sisters in humanity and in Islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the quote is understandable right? Pretty simple. Life, is filled with ups and downs. We have joy, we have fun, we have seasons in the sun..but at times, we trip and stumble, we fall, we get hurt. So how is life satisfying? Because falling and getting hurt, will make us appreciate the life that we have, the good times that we had, and the good times to come. It teaches us a lesson, so that we can overcome the painful memories, and create better ones in the future for ourselves, and also for others to share it with us. There are two things about humans that usually doesn't go unnoticed :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. humans are social creatures&lt;br /&gt;2. humans get bored/sick too much of the same thing over and over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We almost never go through life without the presence of other humans, and when we do, well, it gets lonely. Being lonely motivates us to find company. Be it family, friends, teachers, students, colleagues, or even life-partners. Yet, when we have their company, us humans tend to take them for granted. At one point of our relationship with other people, there will be turbulences. Be it something petty, or something serious and big. Either way, it's up to us to let the conclusion be good, or bad. How? Tolerance, humility, and patience. Exactly what Allah told us to do. And one thing we should never do, is to cut ties with other people.The least we can do is, TRY and make amends, and if the person doesn't accept, we'll leave it up to The Almighty. We shouldn't be worked up about such things up to the point that we mess up our lives, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, nowadays , we hear about SO many married couples, who get divorced. Most of them give excuses such as, not compatible , financial problems or can't get along with the in-laws, and another common factor that we hear people talk about, is marrying at a young age. Now, age isn't necessarily the factor. People who have stable finances still have problems and eventually get divorced. So what is the force that binds the two people together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.Let's imagine you started a business with a partner. At the beginning, things are a little hard, but manageable and enjoyable nonetheless.Later on, business goes bad and things aren't going so well. Do you stop there and give up and find another business project? Or do you keep going and try your best to see it through? It's the same with marriage. It doesn't really matter how old you are, whether you have stable finances or not,or whether you get along with your in-laws. When it comes down to it, it's back to tolerance, humility and patience, plus commitment and dedication. How commited and dedicated are you to make the marriage work? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited one of my grand aunts in Pontian,Johor, in a kampung area a few weeks back, and we had a little chit chat now and then, n then it came to marriage. She said, if you are ready to go through the innumerable amounts of hardships and challenges, then go ahead and get married. That's roughly what she said. To me, everyone is equal. If one is good at this, other people are better than him at other things. No one is a better HUMAN than another. What we get is also equal. Whatever we lose in life, and whatever we gain in life, are all tests by The Creator. When we lose something, He tests us to see whether we are patient enough and accept the calamity, and get back up to face the world again. And when we get something good, He tests us to see whether we are grateful to Him, and whether we appreciate what we have, and if we lose it in the future, He'll test us to see how attached are we to what He has given, than how attached are we , to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What binds a husband and wife together, is of course, love for each other,for Allah , in the name of Allah, lillaahita'ala.It was with His generosity and kindness that one has found love,so that's the first one. Then comes responsibility and duty, especially when the kids arrive. It's these responsibilities that should keep a couple together, until they go through the hard part. Then, it's time to reap what they sowed. Trust me, the outcome is beautiful . You just gotta get through the storms n cold winters. Most people give up halfway...or not even half..that's what's happening nowadays..a little fight and disagreements, and OH NOOOO I MADE THE WRONG CHOICE.WE'RE NOT COMPATIBLE! nonsense. The most difficult thing about marriage, someone told me, is to accept each other's lackings and weaknesses. Boredom may come into the picture, but it will soon no longer be a problem, if the people involved are really determined. Of course, for 'partners' , it applies to married couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in a way, the amounts of tests and challenges and hardships that we go through in life, and in this case marriage, is equally the same with everyone else's. It's just that the tests come in different forms. So just because a couple has problems with finances, doesn't mean that a couple with stable finances is going through less problems in marriage. Everything is equal. We have no right to judge others. Try your best not to. We will usually be proven wrong in the end , when we do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, marriage is just an example that I chose to use because it's quite common. Basically, when it comes down to it, whether your relationship with another human being maintains stability or not, it depends on your tolerance, humility, patience, and dedication/commitment. BUT, what covers ALL that you do,is that you must ALWAYS try to inculcate in your daily life, is SINCERITY. Have that, and insyaAllah you'll go through life like a breeze. And maybe some occasional storms and tornados, but you'll die happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another important thing, is try and show appreciation to others. Sometimes, we may feel like others don't care about us. Other people don't understand us. But in fact, there are always people around us that appreciate us, care about us, and as we usually overlook, they try to understand us. However, we tend to overlook these people and not notice them/their effort for us. Come to think of it, sometimes, the thing that's happening is that, the people we WANT to care for us, we dont really see what they're doing for us/or whatever they're doing at all, as for us. But in fact, there still others who care for us. Yet we say no one understands us, no one cares for us. More like being selfish to me. It's also something to look out for in our daily life...we tend to hurt others without realizing it and it's not a good thing. Always remember to RESPECT others, regardless of age, race, family, class , knowledge or whatever else there is.ESPECIALLY the elderly.They get hurt easily. Respect them even if they don't respect you. We can't control others, but ourselves, we have the power to do so. So let us start with ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, that's how life works. That's reality. Either we try and deny it and in the end lead ourselves to our own miserable demise, or we adapt, get up, look forward, and keep going forward. In more crude terms, adapt or die. Metaphorically/literally speaking.It is our duty to keep our relationship with people good, so that our relationship with The Creator will be good as well insyaAllah.It works both ways really. You take care of your relationship with The Almighty, your relationship with people will be okay, and vice versa. We have to be strong, and happy, and protect others, and make them happy at the same time. Happiness is contagious..so is a smile =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that's as far as I go for now. Maybe there'll be more posts related to this in the near future. I hope you people benefit out of all this. A reminder to myself before others..much of it wasn't really in accordance to the title eh? bad habit...heh... smile people! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any good from this post is from Allah , and the mistakes from me. Asif ya antum. Please do drop a comment to correct me, or to give out your own opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;p/s : do read the comments. this post has been editted a few times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;~Wassalaam~&lt;br /&gt;  ~ciao~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-4221446714789605479?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/4221446714789605479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/03/hablu-minallah-wa-hablu-minannaas_15.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/4221446714789605479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/4221446714789605479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/03/hablu-minallah-wa-hablu-minannaas_15.html' title='Hablu minallah, wa hablu minannaas.'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-7509853364520631584</id><published>2010-03-12T07:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:18:43.466+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old man talk'/><title type='text'>whatever it is - EDITTED</title><content type='html'>salaam. i've been on quite a post frenzy eh. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we,humans, are brittle little creatures.we're weak and we know it. we always need others to be around us, or a Higher Being to watch over us. that's our fitrah. but nowadays, it's being manipulated and taken advantage of. because of our NEED, people manipulate it by 'feeding' us things that our spur of the moment desire, would want, and it's not our need, yet it even tarnishes our well being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is media.consummerism.let me tell u, one 'positive' thing that allllll this destruction of society has brought. money, for the people who sell less cloth than a proper shirt, for more money. less cloth, more money. more cloth, less money. nt to mention the tight clothes, the couple shirts, funny underwear(even for men!), u name it! We see cave men(and women) and we say they're uncivilised because they wear little to nothing. look at the society now.what's the difference? is it the CYCLE of life? people are going back to the stone age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;purpose of clothes = to cover your body, from foreign harm such heat,cold, physical harm, to be comfortable, and to protect your body from the eyes of the people ( MEN, especially)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tight clothes(im nt gona mention spanky clothes that dont really cover much)&lt;br /&gt;= parade your body around.uncomfortable. restricts your body.might cause harm. beats the purpose of wearing clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, we worry how we look like,mostly women..sorry to say this eh.correct me if im wrong ,we tend to be the victims of consummerism. because it's women's nature to look good......for her HUSBAND. not for the millions of animalistic,so called human males in the world. THEY tell you what looks good. THEY tell you what to do. THEY tell you what to buy.who are THEY? the people controlling the 'fashion' industries.they use the media.magazines, television, the internet.everything , that we use,up to the point that, what they're selling is not what WE want or need, what they're selling is what they MAKE us WANT. we don't even freaking need it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no offense, but when a nun covers her body, she's said to be modest and practicing her religion. when a muslim woman covers herself, she's being called oppressed and her rights taken away? what's the grey area over here? can someone point it out? please do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see how far off-topic ive got compared to my first sentence? =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the point is, try and reflect. how much of the system have we adopted as our way of life? how much are we influenced by this 'system'? this 'mind-control' that doesn't seem like mind control.well, tell me one thing, if someone is mind controlled, would the person realize it? .....................................exactly&lt;br /&gt;.im not saying that u are mind controlled, u are dependent on the system and im not.no.its just that, we MIGHT be bounded by it already, and the main issue here is, how much effort have we put in to BREAK AWAY from the system? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, watch what we wear, what we eat, what we watch, what we hear, what we do, and reflect, how dependent are we ,on the system? what if one day the system suddenly breaks down? say, currency. it breaks down. or the internet. it breaks down. can we adapt and live? or has the system created this unbreakable dependency between us , and the system? we have to remember, that in every system, there are people who control it. people who decide in which direction the system goes, as well as those bounded by the system....just my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, off-topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive heard this somewhere, or read it, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WE HAVE TO BE STRONG, FOR THOSE WHO CAN'T BE.&lt;/span&gt; oh and believe you me, KENSHIN HIMURA depicts this kind of lifestyle. SAMURAI X! one of my favourite animes. ALHAMDULILLAH it's one of the first MEDIAS that reached my BRAIN. i like martial arts n swords n stuff. of ALL media stuff, Allah showed me samurai x...and maybe my life has been influenced by this anime.hahahahaha nampak sgt budak kecik lagi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for one, kenshin has always smiled in the anime. he doesn't mind people ridiculing him, because he knows what other say only make them worse, and won't affect us one bit. his sword, is a reverse-edged sword.it means that usually the egde is infront right? his is at the back. because when he whacks people, they dont get torn apart. he doesn't want to kill.and he fights to protect, not to harm others. he is kind to his friends. well, he has no family. they all died when he was a small boy.attacked by bandits. he was quite a loner most of his life. he was a killer.in the end, he accidentally killed his own wife. since then he never took up the sword to kill again....or i think thats how the story went. i have bad memory. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laa synopsis samurai x la pulak...adeh. why do i 'deviate' so easily? i'll stop for now. he's the guy with red hair.and his arms are blocking his shirt.he doesn't dress funny like that. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/S5mJhvbxhYI/AAAAAAAAAMs/re6ZVpCiwOc/s1600-h/papeldeparede_samuraix1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/S5mJhvbxhYI/AAAAAAAAAMs/re6ZVpCiwOc/s400/papeldeparede_samuraix1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447536437042972034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mzhtCCaaNSA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~assalaamu'alaikum wr wb. ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-7509853364520631584?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/7509853364520631584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/03/whatever-it-is-editted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/7509853364520631584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/7509853364520631584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/03/whatever-it-is-editted.html' title='whatever it is - EDITTED'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/S5mJhvbxhYI/AAAAAAAAAMs/re6ZVpCiwOc/s72-c/papeldeparede_samuraix1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-4404478795331564031</id><published>2010-03-11T20:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:18:43.468+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life updates'/><title type='text'>New Leaf.</title><content type='html'>Assalaamu'alaikum people. I'm turning into an adult now. haha. Yesterday, i did an errand, and went to a very interesting place..........HELLLL..nah just kidding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, before i start telling my story, there's a prologue. Last sunday, i went to the driving school to start the process. guess what. they asked me what i saw in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/S5jkVolcX6I/AAAAAAAAAMc/lTXFS00UtWQ/s1600-h/color-blindness-test.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 330px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/S5jkVolcX6I/AAAAAAAAAMc/lTXFS00UtWQ/s400/color-blindness-test.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447354809627467682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them. I see POTENTIAL! guess what they did? THEY KICKED ME OUT! saying im colour blind. what a world. lol.kidding.there was a test and i got half of it wrong. so yeah. that's the story. i had to stop class and come again another day when my name's cleared out of the blacklist. IM ON A BLACKLIST ..LIST.wooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so the first errand yesterday was, i went to JPJ, get some documents, went to hospital sultan ismail, a gov hosp , beside tebrau city, to get my eyes checked. but the optometrist (a friendly person mind you) told me to come back at two.so fine.i went to tebrau city. then i went back to the hospital. oh, did i tell u i walked frm d hosp to jusco and back? and i took a bus from home, to taman daya..and stopped somewhere and walked to JPJ. imagine the sweat...and smell.lol joke.i dont have b/o.....do i? u tell me, my lovely buddies! i dont have it right?? RIGHT?  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after the friendly optometrist was done checking my eyes, i went off.took a taxi back to JPJ. oh here's a cool picture i took when the optometrist wasnt around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/S5jmBgzR-DI/AAAAAAAAAMk/bI-cDA59N-c/s1600-h/DSC00751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/S5jmBgzR-DI/AAAAAAAAAMk/bI-cDA59N-c/s400/DSC00751.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447356662963894322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ho ho ho.robocop in the making. they say im colour blind. now im going to make all of them blind! hahaha.kidding kidding...sure is cool though. it's not like i get to check my eyes like this everyday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i went home.alhamdulillah, the staff at JPJ and Hospital were friendly and none of them showed an insincere face and lazy to work.if not, i wudve been sour yesterday..was quite exhausting though..then at night..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohoho. i went to a silat place.it happened to be the house of the 'guru utama' in malaysia. silat lian padukan. buah pukul mersing branch-off.southern style. Cikgu Hasyim was surprisingly friendly. I went at about 10. Dad went back at about 12 plus? he was too sleepy. i went back at 1++...one of the students hithced me a ride. friendly people there. heh. insyaAllah i'll be joining them the next class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a video of lian padukan, during one of the 'majlis khatam' or completion ceremonies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aT5G0qR4Tko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was cool. hohoho. that was basically what happened yesterday. it looks like im gaining my momentum. and i suddenly feel like i cant wait to go to gombak and start studying again.ahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UUUOOOOORRRRYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! IKKUZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~wassalaam~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-4404478795331564031?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/4404478795331564031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-leaf_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/4404478795331564031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/4404478795331564031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-leaf_11.html' title='New Leaf.'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/S5jkVolcX6I/AAAAAAAAAMc/lTXFS00UtWQ/s72-c/color-blindness-test.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-8388368227207271709</id><published>2010-03-10T16:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:18:43.469+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old man talk'/><title type='text'>Mirror Man</title><content type='html'>Reflect reflect and reflect..why do we have to keep reflecting on ourselves? Because it always gets dusty and foggy. So we have to keep polishing it every now and then. The mirror. It never stays clean now does it? Sometimes we ourselves dont want to polish it, because we can't accept the fact that we've become so dirty and unkept. But we have to, so that we can clean ourselves up and try be better and better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may make mistakes everyday, but we have to keep trying and make it better and try to understand the world better, starting with ourselves, hence the self reflecting that's needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've reflected lately, on myself, and I find that there are lots of things about me that has gone sour/basi. I saw some things, and some more things. And one of the actions that i took was, DEACTIVATING MY FACEBOOK ACCOUNT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why, some may ask. well, to put it simply, facebook has affected my life in a negative way, more than it has in a positive way, in more ways than one. It may have affected others as well. People around me. My house. My body and mind. wasn't simple at all eh? =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;socializing too much isn't good. and facebook gives u the opportunity to socialize, even when staying at home. and facebook is also a medium of gossip and unwanted things.not to say, ur info /photos are public. anyone can just take them and misuse it. so to me, more bad than good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for all those, whom ive affected negatively lately, or ever, im sorry. i may know the reason why, or i may know not. so please do tell me, for i am only a boy, learning the ways to go through life by, with little knowledge about life itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that this will be a turning point for me...and before i go back to main campus, IIUM GOMBAK, insyaAllah i'll be a much better person, ready to take on the coming challenges there. i hope all of you will be better people too. amin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, don't forget, reflect on yourself, weigh the good and bad, and make the right decision. follow your heart, not your desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;assalaamu'alaikum &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-8388368227207271709?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/8388368227207271709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/03/mirror-man_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/8388368227207271709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/8388368227207271709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/03/mirror-man_10.html' title='Mirror Man'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-5000600114090788877</id><published>2010-03-08T01:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:18:43.470+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old man talk'/><title type='text'>Entah.</title><content type='html'>Assalaamu'alaikum brothers n sisters. Just a short post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benefit of the doubt, sangka baik, husnuzon. important. keep that in mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be patient, have faith in Allah, do your best, hope for the best, but prepare for the worst. Gotta face reality, or we wont even have a face to show the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.salaam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-5000600114090788877?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/5000600114090788877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/03/entah_07.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/5000600114090788877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/5000600114090788877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/03/entah_07.html' title='Entah.'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-3033788318058835766</id><published>2010-02-17T10:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:18:43.472+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about it'/><title type='text'>Improving the self.</title><content type='html'>Improving the self, everyday, all the time. This should be the goal of everyone.To keep getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But improve in what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Improve FOR what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Improve for whom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends on every individual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an arabic proverb :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time is like a sword. If you do not cut it, it will cut you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salaam'alaykum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-3033788318058835766?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/3033788318058835766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/02/improving-self_16.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/3033788318058835766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/3033788318058835766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/02/improving-self_16.html' title='Improving the self.'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-7321132367720293667</id><published>2010-02-15T16:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:18:43.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old man talk'/><title type='text'>Satisfaction</title><content type='html'>We complain when we're bored. We complain when we're tired. So how can we gain satisfaction? Personally, I think being tired is better than being bored and THEN tired due to boredom. If we're tired, it means we've been doing lots of things, in other words, we're not wasting our time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime that we think we don't have anything to do, how about reading a book, grab a newspaper, go out, see the world, maybe visit relatives? Visit neighbours perhaps? when was the last time we did all this? What have we been doing with our lives so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV.Handphone.Computer.Day in day out(school/work). Movies.Party.Hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to having a REAL social life? Interacting with people, especially our family members and relatives? How did our lives get so busy, day in day out, like a routine, like a machine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to us interacting with nature? What happened to admiring the natural environment? Where has all that gone to? Rather than interact with nature, we tend to take and not give back, yet we do not realize it. What have we done to give back to nature, to society?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all high rise buildings. Busy roads. Polluted air. Barely any trees. Extreme climates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have we forgotten? Are we distracted? Or maybe we just don't care anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to humanity? Where did we go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is everything so complicated now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where did all the love go?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random thought. At KL Central right now.Gonna take the train back to nilai soon. 3 more papers for finals and i'll be done with foundation. Will go back to JB insyaAllah on 23rd February...3months+ holidays. Please encourage me to make the most out of it.. thanks peeps. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalaam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-7321132367720293667?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/7321132367720293667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/02/satisfaction_15.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/7321132367720293667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/7321132367720293667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/02/satisfaction_15.html' title='Satisfaction'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-2300692412760158249</id><published>2010-02-05T09:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:18:43.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinta'/><title type='text'>A checkpoint in life.</title><content type='html'>Humans are a social species. Our life will include either one or more of these elements, which are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Family&lt;br /&gt;• Friends&lt;br /&gt;• Teachers&lt;br /&gt;• Strangers&lt;br /&gt;• Leaders&lt;br /&gt;• Enemies&lt;br /&gt;• Acquaintances &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can never be separate from having social relationships with other humans. For those that do, we can see an unusual and an unnatural pattern of lifestyle. When does life begin? Life here not being the moment you start breathing, but rather ,‘living’ , if you get what i mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (most of the human species) don’t remember anything during our infancy. We barely remember our early childhood. We start remembering during mid-late childhood and further on our adolescence and young adulthood. So when do we start living? We may say that it’s our late childhood to adolescence/young adulthood that we really start living. Is it because we enjoyed that particular part of our life or because it remained in our memory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When something gains momentum, it is bound to lose momentum. This is the common idea or thought among the society. So let’s say, you enjoyed life, you had many friends, went to many places, met many people, had a love life, had your heart broken, achieved great things, fall the worst falls imaginable, it sure sounds like the climax of your life. So when does it slow down? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correct me if i’m wrong, because this may be my personal opinion, but i think that nowadays, people usually think that when it slows down, it’s time to settle down with marriage. That’s the common idea among the people of society today. Yet lately, we can see many people not wanting to settle down, and instead opted for a “let’s live together/let’s be whatever we want to be when we want to be” kind of life. In a way, marriage and family slowly seeps out of the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The ‘coupling’ phenomena is quite rampant nowadays. Blame me for being a human and always think of negative things, whatever, but this is reality. The impact of this? Intimate/sexual relations out of wedlock = unwanted pregnancy = abortion/ stressful life thinking how to manage the baby and life = the guy getting freaked out and probably escape one way or another = well this can go on forever. Basically it’ll lead to the breakdown of society. Even if we say “hey look at so and so. They’re doing okay” . Well, i’m sure there are exceptions to generalizations, but the people that can’t manage it like those successful ones do, will have a first impression/look on them, and want to try it out as well, whether they realize it or not, even when they’re not ready/can’t manage such things and in the end it will be DISASTER MAN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a sense, when these things happen, women trust men less and less , and men will disregard and disrespect women. Blablabla society breaks down. Homos and Lesbos will ‘suddenly’ pop out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO ANYWAY..to me, getting married MAY be a point of slowing and settling down and have a family and kids n whatnot..but, life can also be MORE exciting when the adventure STARTS , ONCE you get married. But it doesn’t usually heypeyn nowadays... HOW COME?  Because ‘kids’ nowadays give it ‘their all’ even when not in wedlock, or they may not even THINK about it. When someone mentions marriage OH WOW WOW WOW...SLOWW DOWN THERE KIDDO...RELAX...chill..have some popcorn...mm.. and panic starts to fill the mind, especially for males, USUALLY for males. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has become our culture , in a way. How about getting to know the person of interest a little bit, and more from people the person knows/friends of the person, and LATER ON get to know the person better, more intimately, freely and legally. For muslims, it’s like being together and all, the halal way. It’ll be beautiful, if we do it right.No holds barred.  You have the right to do so!...mmm... Just like how ‘couples’ go on trips and go on dates, why not with your wife? Have an adventure! About kids , i’m sure this can be managed by family planning(there are many ways.don’t just think of ‘that’ thing  -_-) . And once you’re ready, bring your kids along! Show them the world besides studying and learning and working and making money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, before getting married, it is the male’s responsibility to make sure that both of them can lead a manageable life,especially in financial aspects. The female can help too , of course, he IS her husband. Both the guy and girl can work together. You just have to know when to give and take. But the primary responsibility rests on the male.  That’s why, related to my previous post, guys , you better not mess up. But don’t be afraid to try. Belum cuba belum tau kan? Heh.pandai cakap mamat ni..anyway, yeah. Try not to mess up. Try your best, to give the best, but of course, you must realize the priorities in life first. There are many checkpoints in life. It is our choice whether we want to ‘check’ ourselves or not, to reflect on ourselves and to keep improving ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re wondering why i’ve been talking alot about these things, i think it’s due to the quite substantial exposure to these issues by lecturers and friends and maybe my own experience in the past year. So yeah. I am old now. 19. An old man.(note:MAN) lol.  Thanks for the birthday wishes. If you forgot, don’t worry. I don’t take birthdays to heart =) ..cheh..maybe as excuse because i myself don’t really wish others.. well, i’m just trying to make a point¸to those who freak out when they forgot to wish someone, that it’s okay. Don’t worry. It’s such a small thing to worry about. We’ll die one day anyway. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My finals start next Monday, 8th of February. Arabic first. Mmm. I’ll be done with foundation by 22nd February, psychology paper. And then i’ll be back for about 3 months plus i think. JB. I think this is the first time  i really feel like going back home. Mmm.. ape ni orang tua rindu kampong..hahahah. anak mak la katakan...kan? heh...This world is truly a test.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, have faith in The Almighty God. He will not burden His people with something which they cannot bear. And His mercy far encompasses His wrath.  If we were to count the blessings He has given us, never will be able to count them. Look at everything in the heavens and the earth, do you not see His magnificence? For He is with the patient ones. Therefore, be patient, for whatever He takes from you , He will replace it with something better. If you avoid getting what you want in the haram way , He will give it to you in the halal way .. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think and reflect. A reminder to myself before others. Let us all pray for each other, so that today, we will be better than yesterday, and tomorrow, we will be better than today , insyaAllah, if God wills it. Amin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Humility is the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which came first, the chicken or the egg? Ha jawab jawab.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;~Assalaamu'alaikum~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-2300692412760158249?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/2300692412760158249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/02/checkpoint-in-life_04.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/2300692412760158249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/2300692412760158249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/02/checkpoint-in-life_04.html' title='A checkpoint in life.'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-8825140884241523479</id><published>2010-01-24T11:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:18:43.478+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinta'/><title type='text'>Responsibility.</title><content type='html'>Sense of responsibility and duty. What do they mean to us? Responsibility towards what? Duty to whom? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the scout's oath,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Duty to God, King and Country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for those who do not believe in God, I'm sure they still have a sense of duty to a certain entity, be it material or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For us students, and as children of our parents, we are bound by the duty to our studies as students, and to our parents as their children. I'm not saying that these are the only duties that we have( more like I have..for now), but let's talk about it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duty to our parents, from the islamic perspective, is to obey them, not to hurt their feelings in anyway, as long as they do not force you to obey them committing sin. In a sense, nowadays, most parents want their children to be successful and lead a happy life with minimal hardships as possible, usually material hardships..finances and etc. Therefore, they want us to do our best in our studies so that hopefully, we will get a stable job and then have our own family etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now let's move on our duties as a student. We bear the responsibility of doing our best in our studies, get good grades yada yada yada..Bring the name of our education institute to greater heights..and all those things..Sometimes all the nonsense we get from the admin and staff, makes us want to rebel..But hey, endure the crap for now, so that we can change things later..sounds good to me..but it's easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have our responsibility towards other people, the society and the country in general. We must respect each other, work together, try and ensure the maintenance of stability in the society and country..basically, do our part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when it gets personal, as in our responsibility towards individuals, this is where most problems originate from.When we ignore this responsibility, it will just cause tension among the people around us..Which is not fun, trust me..and possibly, it will cause chain reactions to the bigger clusters of the people, which are the society, and eventually the country..and maybe even the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes us, and many others, to ignore their responsibility? Is it for the greater good? Or just plain desire? The purpose of prohibitions in laws and religion is to guide us in curbing certain desires. Curbing does not mean deny and ignore, it means for us to be able to control it whenever necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenagers nowadays, everywhere , one of the main reasons they ignore their duty is due to emotional turbulences(?) , whether it is a relationship between friends, or people who they are attracted to( which is the case most of the time). They somehow chose desire over duty, get bad grades( some do get good grades), disrespect their parents and eventually rebel towards anything that is an obstacle to what they want to do. In the end, things don't work out, and they get too emotional , just as how they were when it began. Extreme beginnings will cause extreme ends. Just my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This part, is directed to the male species (including me..lol) , we are supposed to be the protectors of the weak and also the female species,not saying that in a negative way, but it's a fact. That's how it should be. But nowadays, it's the other way around. We tend to be the predators and crocodiles. It's like , who are the people supposed to trust now? The people that the weak and females are supporting are the very people who prey on them. Who are they to rely on? Extreme injustice will cause extreme measures to be taken. I hope that you guys can see the relation , but the symptom to this disease is the breakdown of society we see today. The root? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Desire over duty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything should be in moderation..Desire AND duty. Too obsessed with duty will also cause negative effects. We shouldn't deny desire, yet we shouldn't neglect duty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to all males , I know it's nice to have a significant other, but rather than blaming the situation and the other person for any mishaps that occur, try and look at yourself, and your duty towards the more important things, and why did you choose desire over responsibility.I'm not saying that it's impossible that the other party is without fault, but whats the use of pointing out the mistakes of others if we do not reflect on ourselves? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Reflect..remember..realize..which of our responsibilities are priority..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reminder to myself before others...All the best in your daily endeavours my fellow humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(quite a poorly arranged post i think..=_= )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ciao cincau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalaam.Peace be upon you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-8825140884241523479?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/8825140884241523479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/01/responsibility_23.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/8825140884241523479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/8825140884241523479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2010/01/responsibility_23.html' title='Responsibility.'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-803600307157025117</id><published>2009-12-16T16:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:18:43.481+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old man talk'/><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>..small things, give life its true meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clouds we see when we're outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greneery, plants and trees that are ever so vibrant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The river flowing, the waterfall 'falling'..lol..water.Giving life to dwellers of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The majesty of hills and mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ever furious yet gentle sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wind, blowing in our face as we embrace the fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain, washing away the dirt and filth .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birds that chirp and sing around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family members, smiling and laughing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children that smile and play around outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies that smile and giggle when you play with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of people working together , hand in hand, with smiles on their faces that overshadow the tiredness and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pure love,kindness,affection and thoughtfulness of someone for another human being and other creatures on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now,what we usually see, are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark clouds in the horizon, carrying torrential rain and thunderstorms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forests and trees destroyed, for the profit of man, or to make ridiculously large homes, whilst destroying the homes of the creatures living in the forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polluted rivers , waterfalls bringing down trash and waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mountains and hills levelled, so that man can satisfy their 'needs'..or more like greed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sea, now tainted with pollution and blood of its dwellers, ever so furious, wreaking havoc upon those who abuse it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air, dirty , filled with smoke and harmful gases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acid rain, bringing sickness and harm to mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crows feeding upon wasted food and rotten flesh.Birds in cages, their freedom taken away from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family members that constantly argue, cold with each other, who find comfort and security from alcohol, drugs, parties , women and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies that cry , sad, because they are born in such a world, rotting and decaying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People only caring about themselves, every man for himself. Ever so envious of others, ever so greedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cruelty, oppression, and unjust actions of humans towards their own species! Their own people! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where has all the beauty of life gone to? Why is the world rotting and decaying at such an unbelievable pace? Why are people destroying and polluting the elements that ensure their survival and life? Why are people killing each other for greed, selfishness and envy..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, what is happening to us? What have we done to deserve this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we don't need Allah to tell us why we deserve it, we have been getting signs and warnings for so long! From the scripture, and from nature itself! Why are we so blind? The things that we are getting now are the result of our actions! Yet why are we so ignorant and arrogant? Why is it so difficult for us to see and accept that we have wronged others, and most importantly, ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love? where is kindness? where is sincerity? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to open up our eyes. It's time to move our limbs. It's time to make a difference. Together, as the inheritors of the earth, and for the future generation. Why not us? Why not now? Why not here? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reminder to myself , before others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallahua'lam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalaam and thank you for reading. Comments and criticism are always welcome. Just abide by ethics and politeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ciao cincau~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-803600307157025117?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/803600307157025117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2009/12/sometimes_16.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/803600307157025117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/803600307157025117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2009/12/sometimes_16.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-6053998227349945149</id><published>2009-12-15T06:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:18:43.483+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinta'/><title type='text'>Reminder - Reloaded.</title><content type='html'>I was told(taught in class) that 80% of our communication is non-verbal. Since 20% of it consists of words, the other 80% consists of facial expressions, smell, other sound, things that we can sense using our 5 senses. Doesn't have to be words. That's how some people can sort of 'read minds'. Well anyway, I tested this theory during the PC Fair, a simple one . I am annoyed and irritated by the promoters that chase u around with those flyers that people throw away anyway. So i just made a nasty face, like someone just pooped on my laptop and ran away with it kind of face. Amazingly, not ONE approached me. I had a hard time trying not to laugh.lol. noob promoters..XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well , I guess a little update on what's going on in my life is in order.....where shall I start......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, my new class...well, I've started to get to know my classmates, they're quite a nice bunch I guess. The lecturers are fine, but the subjects this semester are abit heavier in the sense that there are more things to do, like assignments. I've met quite a few new friends this semester..interesting ..mm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I did join the sports and martial arts carnival..entered sort of sparring competition..didnt go well, but sure was satisfying..hahahaha..noobhai going into the ring...I actually won two rounds for free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going thru my midsem exams..and it's one week holiday right now..so all in all, quite an interesting half semester..oh and i did buy some new..'tools'..heh..so..let's move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an observer of society (cheweyh!) , I noticed that teenagers ,around my age especially, is constantly engulfed and sometimes drowned with emotions..all sorts of emotions, but the one i'm going to talk about here is basically what THEY call , 'love'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, when you like someone, how would you know? is it because of the person's looks? or cutish nature? intelligence? kindness? How would you know that you like someone? of course , u'd be infatuated and everytime you see the person, your heart beats faster than usual. initially, u'd feel like wanting to have the person present with u at all times, or something along those lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for a guy, I'd be lying if I said looks didnt matter, but of course, it shouldnt be the main guideline or benchmark on evaluating or judging a female person.We should realize and remember that looks are superficial. It will fade away one day, so there's no point if the only thing u're attracted to is their looks, because once the looks go away, your feelings will go away too. That is IF it didnt go away even when the looks are still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenagers often get confused between 'like' or infatuation , and 'love'..I'm not saying I know what love really feels like, but I'm sure that infatuation isn't love, and that many teenagers are confused abt this without them realizing it. I myself have experienced this. meh..and if we indulge in it, it makes us want to do things, like have a relationship n whatnot.which, in many cases nowadays, die out..why? I have no definite answer. So i'll let you people think n try to relate it with your experiences and knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the main question here, what is love? I THINK, u feel love, when u want to take care of that person, and if anything bad happens to the person, u'd feel uneasy and u want to help ease the load on the person's shoulders..now, this doesn't mean the love u see on tv between couples, im talking about love towards anyone..your family, friends, even your spouses..so, for those of you having love problems with your 'couple', dont come to me for help..I dont know much.hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think, coupling, is not recommended IMO, and it is haram in Islam. Why I don't think it's recommended,is because  the couples we see nowadays , they share almost everything, even some , more than husbands n wives! premaarital sexual relations become rampant. more problems for the society..more breakups in the end..girls will lose trust in boys..vice versa..the very essence of society, the people, is breaking down..well, just my two cents, but try and hold it in, until u can get married.maybe tell the person that u want to marry her, or him, but usually her cuz guys tend to propose.mmm...and then resist any improper relations..most likely after marriage, its gona be beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, knowing almost everything abt someone, then marrying the person..the discovery of mysteries is close to none..so in a sense, it sort of dilutes the excitement in marriage..the new things that we might discover, experience together.and it's a much stronger bond than some couple relationship..its a fact , reality, and you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage, is truly a beautiful thing i'm sure, but if u want to compare the marriages we see and hear about nowadays, it may seem that it's overrated.because many are doing it wrong. they built it upon brittle foundation, and so whatever they build, it'll be shaky and risky.. that's why many marriages nowadays don't work out. you don't have to share every single thing, but some things wud be much more enjoyable and fun if you do it together. say, travel, or learn something together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have faith in The Creator, The Lord of the Universe, for He understands us, understands our desire to love and to be loved, so we should abide by what He has preordained for us , the guidelines He has provided us. Hopefully, the love we have between His creations will increase our love and faith for Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, honestly, I don't sense much quality in this post.I'm not good at these things..&gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But it is one of the things that I think about occasionally. Just to share with you guys... so, yeah.let us use our intellect and think.have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: opinions and thoughts/comments are highly appreciated =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ciao cincau~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this is an update one day after the post. Actually , I think there isn't much quality in this post because I didn't have much 'feel' while writing it, and that I just want to get this post over and done with. Thanks to my friend(s) that pointed it out and reminded me about it. So yeah..for extra clarity regarding this post, please read below.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"go for the middle way..sederhana..u barge in marry a stranger, there're gona be some reli huge challenges cuz u dont know the person and u might end up not liking the person at all...yet if u go overboard in knowing the person, it will also bring negative effects&lt;br /&gt; there are many ways that u can find out those information from...say, the person's friends..family..teachers..the people he/she mixes around with..of course from the person him/herself is possible too&lt;br /&gt; but of course, u have to always stay in the middle and not go overboard&lt;br /&gt; especially in this modern era&lt;br /&gt; u not knowing the person at all and marrying the person is almost out of d question&lt;br /&gt; so, get to know the person personally, make friends n etc would be okay..but there are boundaries and one musnt cross these boundaries so that proper order the security can be maintained"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"nak keluar kena ada mahram, nak bebual/chat/sms pun jgn la lebih2 especially benda yg x penting..bukan kata gerenti wont work out, just dat more chance of problems in d future..or maybe nt problems, but the purity and the sweetness of marriage might be jeapordised"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, still messy. I will summarize it and tidy it up in the future insyaAllah. I hope it is clearer now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any mistakes are from me, and any benefit from this post is from Allah s.w.t. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wassalaam.&lt;br /&gt;~ciao cin xi~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-6053998227349945149?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/6053998227349945149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2009/12/reminder-reloaded.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/6053998227349945149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/6053998227349945149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2009/12/reminder-reloaded.html' title='Reminder - Reloaded.'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-8298207383119535991</id><published>2009-11-05T02:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:18:43.486+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life updates'/><title type='text'>Two sides of the same coin.</title><content type='html'>I've tasted all classes now. So far no bitterness in the lecturers. Good sign.&lt;br /&gt;However, most of the subjects encourages seriousness, or atleast serious focus to understand and process the subjects. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the already serious person, this makes my brain feel extra compressed and more veins pop out. especially when thinking in class. last sem sure didnt feel like this.what i felt then, maybe part of it is this serious, not most/all of it.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I don't like it, but maybe it's something which will push my mind to certain limits, or sharpen it more atleast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I don't know why, in my arabic class, I'm like, carefree, a talkalot, makes lame jokes. More fun and happening. More cheerful. Maybe it's due to the people in the class, almost all of them are people whom I've known since last sem, but even then, my arabic class last sem was also quite fun. Maybe learning languages uses less brain processing power like critical thinking, and it's also interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my other classes, most of them i DONT know. I'm bad with strangers. It will either take some time for us (me and most of d class) to get to know each other, or most still won't know me by the end of the sem. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When that's the case, I have no other side to show except the 'working' side. The other side is being kept somewhere, and now there's a boulder covering the entrance. So some time is needed to get it out of the way. Either way, it's interesting to observe the people in my class and how they interact with people, new and old, with lecturers. They're quite different from my old class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;We'll see...we'll see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-8298207383119535991?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/8298207383119535991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2009/11/two-sides-of-same-coin_04.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/8298207383119535991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/8298207383119535991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2009/11/two-sides-of-same-coin_04.html' title='Two sides of the same coin.'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-3279027117680788217</id><published>2009-11-01T11:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:18:43.488+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old man talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malay'/><title type='text'>Ape punya nasib...</title><content type='html'>Ade ke patot org dalam jamban, roommate semua kunci pintu bilik dgn study room? terpaksa pinjam kain pelekat dak bilik lain nak g solat jumaat..=______=..nasib baik tak panic..ade kang uia kena repair pintu..haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-3279027117680788217?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/3279027117680788217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2009/10/ape-punya-nasib_31.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/3279027117680788217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/3279027117680788217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2009/10/ape-punya-nasib_31.html' title='Ape punya nasib...'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-7203276845085899575</id><published>2009-10-15T11:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:18:43.489+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinta'/><title type='text'>The Heart.</title><content type='html'>The Prophet Muhammad (s.a.w.) said: “Know that there is a piece of meat in a human body. When it is good, then the body is good but when it is bad, then the body will become bad. The piece of meat is our heart.” (Bukhari and Muslim)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have a heart. Literally and abstract. We feel emotions, sometimes they're good, sometimes they're bad. We don't like what we feel all the time. However, sometimes our heart is cold and hard, we don't accept emotions nor do we express them. One way to look at it, we're afraid. Afraid that our heart might get hurt just like the many cases we see today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, one of the most important things in sorting out our feelings, in my opinion, is to not let the hormones do the thinking. Be patient, fight the hormones, and let your heart and intellect choose what is right. Intellect-wise being , use as many guidance as possible, reliable ones of course, don't try and think about all or your brain's gona get fried. And the aspect of the heart, do not suppress your feelings, but rather, let it flow into your life, body, mind and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The thing that we do need to control and many times suppress, is our actions, and we need guidance to tell us what is proper and what is not. Trying to suppress feelings and emotions is something, I think, is against human nature, to want to love and to be loved in return. To differentiate between love and lust/hormones, is very important, because you'll be going towards two different things, that can cause significantly different huge impacts in the lives of others. So don't fool around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurting someone's heart is as sinful as any other sin, and you'll need the person to forgive you, for God will give the wronged one his/her due rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And anytime you feel the pain, hey jude, refrain,&lt;br /&gt;Dont carry the world upon your shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;For well you know that its a fool who plays it cool&lt;br /&gt;By making his world a little colder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken from Hey Jude, by The Beatles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be able to change the world with love, is better than to be able to do it with solitude and coldness. Rather than fighting and suppressing our nature, learn to tap into its potentials and bring out its best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guard your heart, not by building walls and forts to hide it, but rather, embrace the light with it, so that darkness will never prevail. Guard its purity, for it is like a lake , where our senses are like rivers , and what we indulge ourselves with our senses, is the water flowing into the lake. Do not pollute the lake which is pure, with dirty things, things that we see, we hear, we say, we eat, we do. No one's perfect, but atleast put in some effort, your heart will appreciate it , and God-Willing,insyaAllah, He will fill your heart with light, that no other existence can take away from you. Know how to filter the dirt from reaching your heart, strive for it, fight for it, it is a battle within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reminder to myself first, and to others as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;~a melted lake , in the alaskan wilderness~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-7203276845085899575?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/7203276845085899575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2009/10/heart_14.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/7203276845085899575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/7203276845085899575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2009/10/heart_14.html' title='The Heart.'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-7357515341908262044</id><published>2009-10-08T12:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:18:43.491+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old man talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malay'/><title type='text'>Random Thought.</title><content type='html'>Let's have this post in BM eh.hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang2, kita ada kebolehan yang orang lain takde, atau kebolehan yang orang sekeliling kita takde, dan orang sekeliling kita perlukan orang yang berkebolehan itu. Orang2 ni pun pilih lah kita, dalam usaha nak mencungkil potensi dan melatih kita sebagai pelapis pada masa akan datang. (tak semestinya orang lain takde, tapi dah takdir dipilih, nak buat macam mane kan. tak bermaksud kita manusia lagi bagus dr org lain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang betul , banyak faedahnya kalau kita memikul tanggungjawab tu. Tapi bila fikir balik, adakah kita betul2 nak/bersemangat/ikhlas melaksanakan tugas tersebut? Atau kita menerima tugas tersebut hanya kerana telah dipilih dan berasa bersalah kalau menolak? Apakah faktor2 yang menolak diri daripada bersemangat melakukannya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setiap perkara yang berlaku ada hikmahnya. Allah memberi kebaikan kepada manusia dengan cara2 yang kita sendiri kadangkala tidak sedar atau faham. Adakah patut kita cuba melakukan tugas yang diberi dengan sebaik mungkin, dan setelah tugas itu selesai, kita berhenti berkhidmat secara khusus sebentar? Apakah matlamat akhir kita dalam melakukan tugas tersebut? Adakah tugasan tersebut dapat dikaitkan dengan matlamat kita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin suasana dan orang lain yang bersama melaksanakan tugas tersebut yang membuat kita rasa tidak senang. Mungkin cara mereka yang kita sendiri tidak setuju. Mungkin orang atasan yang terlalu fikirkan tentang kuasa, reputasi, jawatan dan wang semata-mata? Adakah beban yang mendatang yang difikirkan menjadi penghalang kepada pelaksanaan terbaik dalam diri?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fikir,fikir,fikir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhasabah diri merupakan kunci kepada banyak persoalan dan rahsia-rahsia kehidupan. &lt;br /&gt;Setelah terkena ledakan, sabar, dan tunggu, supaya pasir dan debu reda kembali. Supaya penglihatan mata hati tidak kabur lagi. Supaya keputusan dapat dibuat dengan setulus hati. Supaya jalan yang kita pilih, kita tidak kesali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimana pula persoalan hati, emosi dan kudrat jiwa? Adakah kita sebagai manusia berhak memilikinya dan menikmatinya? Sudah tentu, Allah Ya Rahman, Ya Rahim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidayah Al-Ilham Al Fitri..Hidayah Al Hawwas..Hidayah Al Aql..Hidayah Ad-Deen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang pertama, Hidayah Ilham Fitrah manusia, seperti lapar, dahaga dan keperluan berkumuh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidayah Al Hawwas, merupakan nafsu kita, nafsu ingin hidup senang, nafsu untuk kekayaan, nafsu untuk merasa kasih sayang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidayah Al Aql, merupakan pembimbing kepada nafsu kita,logik akal kita, apakah cara untuk memenuhi kehendak nafsu kita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidayah Ad-Deen, deen-al-islam, merupakan pembimbing kepada Aql kita, sama ada perkara yang pada kita munasabah, halal dari segi agama? Apakah kebaikan dan keburukannya? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah Ya 'Alim, memahami manusia ciptaanNya. Dia tidak menghalang kita dari memenuhi nafsu kita, tetapi ada batasnya. Setiap yang berlaku ada hikmahnya, dan kebanyakan daripada kejadian yang dilalui manusia, banyak faedah yang didapati jika kita melawan nafsu dan menggunakan akal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fikir2kanlah, untuk diri, untuk keluarga, untuk rakan2, untuk guru2, untuk masyarakat, untuk semua umat manusia, islam mahupun tidak, tentang kepedihan dan keperitan hidup yang mereka alami, dan juga tentang kesenangan yang kita nikmati. Apakah usaha kita untuk membantu mereka? Adakah usaha kita mencukupi? Adakah kita berasa sedikit bersalah dalam hati dengan berasa apa yang kita lakukan itu tidak mencukupi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Apakah yang akan kita jawab apabila disoal di Mahkamah Allah S.W.T. pada hari akhirat kelak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kata-kata ini hanya luahan hati dan minda saya, seorang remaja yang tak sematang mana. Jika ada kesilapan,tolong betulkan. Sama-sama kita berfikir dan saling mengingati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinggalkan yang keruh, ambil yang jernih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan sesiapa yang diberi hidayah petunjuk oleh Allah maka dia lah yang sebenar-benarnya berjaya mencapai kebahagiaan; dan sesiapa yang disesatkanNya maka engkau tidak sekali-kali akan mendapati bagi mereka, penolong-penolong yang lain daripadaNya. Dan Kami akan himpunkan mereka pada hari kiamat (dengan menyeret mereka masing-masing) atas mukanya, dalam keadaan buta, bisu dan pekak; tempat kediaman mereka: neraka Jahannam; tiap-tiap kali malap julangan apinya, Kami tambahi mereka dengan api yang menjulang-julang.&lt;br /&gt;Al-Israa' 97&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallahua'lam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;fuuuu first time post dlm BM..wahahhaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;~ciau cincau~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-7357515341908262044?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/7357515341908262044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-thought_07.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/7357515341908262044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/7357515341908262044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-thought_07.html' title='Random Thought.'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-6416199657788783534</id><published>2009-09-29T18:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:18:43.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Clarification.</title><content type='html'>SOrry guys and girls, if the past few posts have been about the same thing and it got you people bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly I'd like to say, thank you FYI for giving feedback. I learnt some lessons from our session, and I hope you learned new things as well. Try and keep an open mind eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, regarding internet islamic sources, or even books, the credibility of it being in accordance with islam's fundementals can be questioned. There are many groups out there who are trying to deviate the teachings of islam. So I'm just saying that the possibility that the sources you get about islam being wrong, is there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, keep an open mind about possibilities and things that happen around you. What if it was right? what if it was wrong? Is the possibility there? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all are entitled to our own opinions and without necessity, I find saying " what you're doing is wrong " etc is quite pointless. We can only explain the best we can about our opinions, and let the receivers make their own conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've mentioned before(I think), I'm only a teenager and what I write may be wrong and I may make mistakes. So, if I do, i apologize in advance. No one's perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cian cincau&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-6416199657788783534?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/6416199657788783534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2009/09/personal-clarification_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/6416199657788783534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/6416199657788783534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2009/09/personal-clarification_29.html' title='Personal Clarification.'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-1099029804368044234</id><published>2009-09-29T11:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:18:43.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Response to FYI.</title><content type='html'>First of all , I suggest you make your comments in the comments section because the tagboard isn't meant for long discussions/statements. Secondly, if you want to make 'accusations', please back it up with evidence and reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, from YOUR understanding you say that islam is the most manipulated religion of all. Well, that's your understanding, and if u want to defend that statement, again, back it up with your own arguements. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing though, please show more respect for other religions, or islam specifically if islam is the only religion you don't agree with. Accusing the PROPHET of Islam of "lusting for a 9 year old" and calling him a paedophile is disrespectful. Look here. http://www.themodernreligion.com/prophet/prophet_aisha.htm&lt;br /&gt;It explains the situation and position of Aisha r.a. who was a child when Prophet Muhammad s.a.w. married her. If you can't grasp what is said in that website, then I can do no further to explain, for as far as I can see, you question it to bring it down, not to find the truth.Correct me if I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm sure your vocab and understanding of respect is enough for you to use the proper words to avoid misunderstanding and discontentment of other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your claim.. "another major flaw. islam discourages further thought.". I'd advise you to get your facts straight. You see today that westerns nations are the most developed, but during their dark ages, Islam was at its peak and it was very much contrary to the condition of the western regions at that time. In andalus during muslim rule, the first street lamp was invented. In the 8th century, the algebra that all of us know today was founded by Al-Khawarizmi, a muslim mathematician ,astronomer and geographer. He also revised the world map made by ptolemy. The first optical lense was also invented by a muslim. Ibn Sina, a psychologist and expert in medicine founded many new knowledge on medicine, and he invented the first surgical thread. His book was used as a primary reference by westerners and muslims for centuries. On the understanding of existence, Imam Al-Ghazali ,one of the most renowned scholars of islam, made theories regarding whether the universe is finite or infinite, whether it was created or it came about by itself. Now these are just some examples of islam encouraging further thought. Please, don't make a fool of yourself and do your research before ACCUSING such things. If you brought it up as an open discussion with respect, I'm sure it wouldn't have turned out this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said "another flaw. his uncle didnt make it. but in the end god decides. interesting. you just contradicted youself". You didn't elaborate on this and I don't see how you expressed your point to the point of clear and easy understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I suggest that you don't go around 'accusing' people or a creed for things that to you is wrong. The least you could do is provide details on why you think so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of this post is not to start an arguement or turn this blog into a battlefield of words in which I'll respond to every 'accusation' thrown at me or any parts of my religion. However, I will try my best and respond whenever I can, for I do have a life and I don't want to turn this blog into an archive of arguements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mr/ms FYI, I hope that I made my points clear. I hope we can have a mutual understanding and respect towards each other and our beliefs. If hostility (in the form of words) is repeatedly expressed , trolling and flooding my tagboard or comments section without rationale, I will ignore them and won't respond to such things. I'm speaking in general here. I hope that the people who reads this blog understands that this is still my personal blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my beliefs and opinions, you have yours, if we can't come to a mutual agreement, we just have to agree to disagree and leave it at that, if not, the arguements will never end. Just my two cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ciao cincau~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-1099029804368044234?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/1099029804368044234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2009/09/response-to-fyi_28.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/1099029804368044234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/1099029804368044234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2009/09/response-to-fyi_28.html' title='Response to FYI.'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-8283733829828200023</id><published>2009-09-28T10:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:18:43.497+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old man talk'/><title type='text'>A response the subhash's comments in the previous post.</title><content type='html'>Thank you subhash for the intellectual comment subs.Unlike some people .....ahem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK i’ll have to reply point by point if not i’ll lose track of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, to me (also in the teachings of my creed)  God is existing outside the physical world we live in. Your first point is saying that if God wants to influence the physical world, he would be bound by its rules.  Let’s say you’re a graphics designer and you design graphics using a computer and you draw a tree. Do you have to be physically in it to design the tree? Is your physical entity the same as the virtual entity of the tree? So are you bound by the rules of a graphic designing software? There may be procedures like shading or pencil or paint , but you’re definitely not bounded by the rules that applies to the virtual tree. Let’s say, a miracle, the tree suddenly turns into a tortoise. Is it possible for him to do that? Is it considered as a miracle in the virtual world of the tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now think about this, are lemons really yellow? Is water really wet? Is a rock really solid and hard? Is fire really hot? Let’s take another look at matter and the physical world. All our lives, we’ve thought ( and most still think) that matter is real, because we felt it and it gave us the effects such as pain , injury ,hardness etc. All these ‘feelings’ are just actually electrical signals. Before this, there was a theory saying that our eyes give light, that’s why we see things, because they give light to the objects. It was probably believable at that time. Then came a scientist saying that our eyes don’t give off light, but receives light, because when we look at the sun it blinds us. Basically here, I’m talking about electrical signals/impulses  and that matter doesn’t really exist. It is only a perception. Our eyes receives stimuli and the electrical impulses is sent to the brain and the vision pops up in the brain, the processing unit. Basically the world exists in our brain, and that we see and feel exists in our brain. It’s like a virtual reality tv screen thingy. But then, who ‘watches’ this screen?  Well, I’d say it’s the soul.  This is just a rough understanding of an article I read. The point is I’m trying to express here is the possibility and superficiality of matter and physical existence. I don’t know how to explain the rest of the content of the article..but maybe one day I’ll show it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On God is something that people cling on to to keep them lawful , sane etc. I agree with this, if not why else would we need God? We depend on God for everything (I’m talking abt islam here), so technically it agrees with your statement there. But I do not agree that man created God. Regarding the teacup hypothesis, yes it makes sense. It doesn’t mean I HAVE to believe in the teacup. But God, on the other hand, gave signs to mankind. For example, in the quran many historical and scientific facts that was impossible to be known by man at the time of revelation , was mentioned and exposed new knowledge to humanity and there was no history of people worshipping a teacup for eons n eons. God had these things, that’s the edge He has (in this perspective) that makes me believe. It’s faith. Faith is basically believing in something that isn’t really proven physically or in the sense of matter and physics. This part, I don’t think i can explain. For example, I find that the theory of man came from Adam a.s. logical, so it gives extra strength in my belief. Say I believe in that thing first, and I find another statement saying God didn’t create man and theory of evolution is the truth, I’d try and find how that statement is wrong because I find the Adam was the first human theory more logical. It’s the same as whats going on here. So by having faith, I try and find how God is real in the things happening around me, and you, vice versa. For now, it’s best to agree to disagree on this part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed you said somewhere that God cannot be defined and the moment you define God, you’re contradicting the statement that God is perfect and absolute. In islam, we learn tauhid (oneness of God), and one of the first thing we learn is the attributes of God and if you’ve heard, we have this thing called Asma-ul-Husna or the 99 names of Allah, which also describes his attributes. Yes, I agree that God cannot be defined, in terms of his entity and existence, location, logic and how he does things. But his attributes can be defined through the study of his names and the compulsory/impossible attributes of his. If you want me to elaborate on this, it would have to be on another time and location, most probably face to face because it requires much explanation . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on your point, if God is naturally good, why does he hate Africans? Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think what you’re trying to say here is if God is good, why is there corruption, murder, starvation, injustice and whatnot. Now take a look at this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iVrTM2hLLoY&amp;feature=PlayList&amp;p=3B74693223AB8F80&amp;index=23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The audio is gone, so find the complete version frm some other source. It explains on the fact that although all things that happen are God’s will, humans have been granted freedom of choice/will, how it is one of the greatest gifts god has given man and how man is accountable to his actions based on his free will. Thus the law of reward and punishment (good deeds n sins), because our actions will affect how the world changes, as you mentioned, the current state of the Africans now. It’s an example of the ripple effect of man’s actions. Greed being one of them. That’s why it’s a sin, so that things like this won’t happen. That’s why we(people who believe in God, as u said) NEED God to keep us in order. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On no philosophy or ideology is consistent. Yes I agree. Because rules, laws, what is right or wrong , constantly changes with time. Why? Because they were created by man. That’s why we need rules and laws that do not change. In Islam, it is the Al-Quran and Sunnah. This will need more explanation as well. What is inscribed in the al quran and sunnah, we follow.Anything else besides that, we use logic and reasoning. Say, back then there were no cars. So we have to use our reason to make traffic law. You said the state of religion in the world today is more consistent with the premise that it is a man-made institution. Do you blame the fundamentals of religion itself, or do you blame the people who call themselves people of a certain religion and not practice its fundementals? That’s what is happening today. We see people not practicing what they say they practice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me express a little bit on my personal feelings. Don’t be offended , Christians and jews. But according to my religion, the Torah and the Gospel have been edited and manipulated by man and the inconsistencies strengthens this theory mentioned in the quran. I’m not saying we worship different Gods, initially Judaism and Christianity is in line with Islam. For further understanding , watch these videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=7F101E9D874EEE66&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now , the personal part comes here. The reason why, people still succumb to greed and lust etc. , and that even after a prophet or a new revelation is revealed to them, asking them to submit to God, there is always some sort of deviation eventually, is because of Syaitan/ satan. He has sworn that he will try his best to deviate each and every one of the descendants of Adam a.s. Again, this is another subject and needs further study. Just think of the possibilities if this variable, syaitan, is added into the analysis. Rules, Laws and what is right/wrong made by man, will eventually produce some sort of negative effect. We can do whatever we want, as long as it is consistent with the laws of God (in islam ). That’s  why there’re so many inconsistencies and contradictions in today’s world, because most rules n laws we live by nowadays are man-made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea if we’re both wrong, we would either go to hell, or if God doesn’t exist...wait..where do we go? This question is also another factor that strengthens my faith in the existence of God, his attributes and revelations. By believing in God, it fills up the empty space in me. By believing in God, it gives meaning to life and existence as a whole . It gives meaning to the past , present and future. This is what believing in God means to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About why Christianity n not Judaism etc.? Well, to me it’s personal preference, and how much of a religion you know about. But the ultimate factor being God. He decides whether one gets hidayah (enlightenment) or not. For example , prophet Muhammad s.a.w. ,the greatest figure in islam , had an uncle, who wasn’t a muslim, that protected him even in times where the whole society is against him. At his deathbed, prophet Muhammad tried to ask him to recite the words of submission to Allah. In the end, he didn’t make it. Then a revelation came, saying that u can try as much as you like, even if you are a prophet, but in the end, it is God who decides. The verse is explaining how, when it comes down to it, God decides what happens, and even if Muhammad is a prophet, the ability to give enlightenment or understanding or success n failure , victory and defeat, lies in God’s hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding God being an existence without a creator. See, as I’ve mentioned before, God is not bound by the rules of our world, the rules of ‘creation’. Thus for him to exist, laws of creation does not apply. How this works, well I have my faith to make up for it. But think about it, we are his creations and our minds are obviously limited. Islam discourages delving into these kinds of thoughts, for it will either lead to deviation or madness.  I’ll tell you this, once u can explain each and every single phenomenon that happens on earth and outer space, in absolute detail, then start researching on the existence of God. If God had a creator, who created his creator and so on...So it doesn’t make sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I’m not saying I’m definitely correct, but this is what I believe in. Basically , as I’ve shown you, there’re many things about Islam , that you do not know. Same goes for me, about other religions and their concept of God. So, if you really really want to search for the truth, I suggest you study the three main religions, Judaism, Christianity and Islam.  My intention is not to promote islam, but if that happens, then good for me, but many people, who study islam to disprove it, end up being muslims. Because they were searching for the truth, and I believe, if you continue searching for the truth, you will find the truth. I’m just conveying my message as a da’ie here (a missionary of islam to spread religion). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, some people(many actually) have the wrong concept of religion, and some sources are unreliable and deviant, especially the internet. So these things, u get the words directly from the mouths of people of each religion. I can help u find some people in regards to islam, but the rest, I can’t help you. If you are sincere in finding the truth, I’ll try my best to provide u sources regarding islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just, think about the possibilities. Many people give up halfway and just go on with life and forgetting abt what they thought abt previously . I hope you’re not one of them. To all readers, if i made some mistakes , or i was rude at some point and offended you, please do tell me. These are just my explanations and some of it may be wrong. So i hope that we can help each other out yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not trying to make you agree with me, but I hope what I’ve said has sparked your mind, and think about the possibilities. I hope it has provided a new perspective in how you view things. And subhash, thanks for the advice. I shall keep my perspectives open as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Historie Magistra Vitae est..=history is the teacher of life. If you can't live long enough to make mistakes and learn from them, learn from other people's mistakes..in other words, history&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments are welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ciao cincau~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-8283733829828200023?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/8283733829828200023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2009/09/response-subhash-comments-in-previous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/8283733829828200023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/8283733829828200023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2009/09/response-subhash-comments-in-previous.html' title='A response the subhash&amp;#39;s comments in the previous post.'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-8192402713257165288</id><published>2009-09-17T07:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:18:43.500+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think about it'/><title type='text'>A little enrichment of the mind and soul. Something to think about =)</title><content type='html'>:: Reposting this from a dear friend. May it serve as a reminder &amp;amp; inspiration to us, insya-Allah =) ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; ==========================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;==========================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;=========&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A letter from a Christian to Muslim women (March 7th, 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Joanna Francis&lt;br /&gt;Writer, Journalist - USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the Israeli assault on Lebanon and the Zionist “war on terror,” the Muslim world is now center stage in every American home. I see the carnage, death and destruction that have befallen Lebanon, but I also see something else: I see you. I can’t help but notice that almost every woman I see is carrying a baby or has children around her. I see that though they are dressed modestly, their beauty still shines through. But it’s not just outer beauty that I notice. I also notice that I feel something strange inside me: I feel envy. I feel terrible for the horrible experiences and war crimes that the Lebanese people have suffered, being targeted by our common enemy. But I can’t help but admire your strength, your beauty, your modesty, and most of all, your happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it’s strange, but it occurred to me that even under constant bombardment, you still seemed happier than we are, because you were still living the natural lives of women. The way women have always lived since the beginning of time. It used to be that way in the West until the 1960s, when we were bombarded by the same enemy. Only we were not bombarded with actual munitions, but with subtle trickery and moral corruption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through Temptation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bombarded us Americans from Hollywood, instead of from fighter jets or with our own American-made tanks. They would like to bomb you in this way too, after they’ve finished bombing the infrastructure of your countries. I do not want this to happen to you. You will feel degraded, just like we do. You can avoid this kind of bombing if you will kindly listen to those of us who have already suffered serious casualties from their evil influence. Because everything you see coming out of Hollywood is a pack of lies, a distortion of reality, smoke and mirrors. They present casual sex as harmless recreation because they aim to destroy the moral fabric of the societies into which they beam their poisonous programming. I beg you not to drink their poison. There is no antidote for it once you have consumed it. You may recover partially, but you will never be the same. Better to avoid the poison altogether than to try to heal from the damage it causes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will try to tempt you with their titillating movies and music videos, falsely portraying us American women as happy and satisfied, proud of dressing like prostitutes, and content without families. Most of us are not happy, trust me. Millions of us are on anti-depressant medication, hate our jobs, and cry at night over the men who told us they loved us, then greedily used us and walked away. They would like to destroy your families and convince you to have fewer children. They do this by presenting marriage as a form of slavery, motherhood as a curse, and being modest and pure as old-fashioned. They want you to cheapen yourself and lose your faith. They are like the Serpent tempting Eve with the apple. Don’t bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-Value&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you as precious gems, pure gold, or the “pearl of great value” spoken of in the Bible (Matthew 13: 45). All women are pearls of great value, but some of us have been deceived into doubting the value of our purity. Jesus said: “Give not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn again and rend you” (Matthew 7: 6). Our pearls are priceless, but they convince us that they’re cheap. But trust me; there is no substitute for being able to look in the mirror and seeing purity, innocence and self-respect staring back at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fashions coming out of the Western sewer are designed to make you believe that your most valuable asset is your sexuality. But your beautiful dresses and veils are actually sexier than any Western fashion, because they cloak you in mystery and show self-respect and confidence. A woman’s sexuality should be guarded from unworthy eyes, since it should be your gift to the man who loves and respects you enough to marry you. And since your men are still manly warriors, they deserve no less than your best. Our men don’t even want purity anymore. They don’t recognize the pearl of great value, opting for the flashy rhinestone instead. Only to leave her too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your most valuable assets are your inner beauty, your innocence, and everything that makes you who you are. But I notice that some Muslim women push the limit and try to be as Western as possible, even while wearing a veil (with some of their hair showing). Why imitate women who already regret, or will soon regret, their lost virtue? There is no compensation for that loss. You are flawless diamonds. Don’t let them trick you into becoming rhinestones. Because everything you see in the fashion magazines and on Western television is a lie. It is Satan’s trap. It is fool’s gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Woman’s Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll let you in on a little secret, just in case you’re curious: pre-marital sex is not even that great. We gave our bodies to the men we were in love with, believing that that was the way to make them love us and want to marry us, just as we had seen on television growing up. But without the security of marriage and the sure knowledge that he will always stay with us, it’s not even enjoyable! That’s the irony. It was just a waste. It leaves you in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking as one woman to another, I believe that you understand that already. Because only a woman can truly understand what’s in another woman’s heart. We really are all alike. Our race, religion or nationalities do not matter. A woman’s heart is the same everywhere. We love. That’s what we do best. We nurture our families and give comfort and strength to the men we love. But we American women have been fooled into believing that we are happiest having careers, our own homes in which to live alone, and freedom to give our love away to whomever we choose. That is not freedom. And that is not love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only in the safe haven of marriage can a woman’s body and heart be safe to love. Don’t settle for anything less. It’s not worth it. You won’t even like it and you’ll like yourself even less afterwards. Then he’ll leave you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-Denial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin never pays. It always cheats you. Even though I have reclaimed my honor, there’s still no substitute for having never been dishonored in the first place. We Western women have been brainwashed into thinking that you Muslim women are oppressed. But truly, we are the ones who are oppressed; slaves to fashions that degrade us, obsessed with our weight, begging for love from men who do not want to grow up. Deep down inside, we know that we have been cheated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We secretly admire and envy you, although some of us will not admit it. Please do not look down on us or think that we like things the way they are. It’s not our fault. Most of us did not have fathers to protect us when we were young because our families have been destroyed. You know who is behind this plot. Don’t be fooled, my sisters. Don’t let them get you too. Stay innocent and pure. We Christian women need to see what life is really supposed to be like for women. We need you to set the example for us, because we are lost. Hold onto your purity. Remember: you can’t put the toothpaste back in the tube. So guard your “toothpaste” carefully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you receive this advice in the spirit in which it is intended: the spirit of friendship, respect, and admiration. From your Christian sister with love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-8192402713257165288?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/8192402713257165288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-enrichment-of-mind-and-soul.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/8192402713257165288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/8192402713257165288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-enrichment-of-mind-and-soul.html' title='A little enrichment of the mind and soul. Something to think about =)'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-495145385939669696</id><published>2009-09-11T00:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:18:43.503+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life updates'/><title type='text'>WHY SO SERIOUS?</title><content type='html'>Exactly the question I should ask myself. This blog isn't much like a teenage's blog huh. =_=&lt;br /&gt;FIne then. I'll dedicate this post to the development of my life thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to IIUM end of May 2009. In a blink of an eye, finals is in about one week plus.&lt;br /&gt;I've met quite a few interesting people, both males and females, some are more interesting than others...*cough* Some look older than me but are actually younger, some look older and they're really much older.Like four years older.Hahah.Some are high spirited, some are not very high spirited. A lil this n that here n there. You can't have the best of everything eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned quite alot of new stuff here. I'm surprised and grateful that I have such teachers(not all) teaching me subjects that many people and myself dont find very interesting before this. Specializing in the subjects you want to study really helps on the efficiency of studying. I'm doing much better here than in school.Heh. Just in case many of u STILL dont know, "here" is CFS IIUM and I'm doing my foundation in human sciences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food's okay I guess. I'm in the satellite campus in Nilai where the arts programmes are here. The sciences, they're at PJ(Petaling Jaya), aka PenJara. hahahaha and I thought Nilai was bad while I was having orientation in PJ for a week. Man orientation made all of us feel like noobs. Come to think of it, we WERE noobs...&gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, did you hear? Indonesia is having some sort of...-okay fine.No serious topics for this post. sheeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I...Oh yes. Let's talk about my lecturers(not all, again)..Let's start with the veteran teacher, my SOCA(sociology &amp;amp; anthropology) teacher. She's quite old, experienced in many things, quite direct and usually knows when to tell stories out of syllabus but still related to whatever she's talking about. She's the head of the dept of my faculty. She's hot. As in, she can't stand the heat. Hot blooded but not hotheaded. She's one of the most composed person I know here, so much so that it's scary sometimes...&gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, my Political science lecturer. He's a married guy. Late 20's maybe? Likes to talk abt movies and quite unrelated stuff. Someone you can talk to with little to no formalities. He's from Terengganu and he speaks good english. However, sometimes it's hard to guess what he's thinking. He knows what he's doing. Atleast we think so. That's good enough isn't it, for now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arabic teacher. She's middle aged I guess. Sweet person (her name is Manisah.lol) Apparently she's from San-ghafuura(singapore in arabic) . She studied in Egypt, not sure whether it was Al-Azhar or not. But she speaks really good arabic and english. Nice teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but waaaay far from LEAST! My only single lecturer (aside from ICT. I usually go to ICT class to use the computer.best internet around.heh).. And she's a SHE! heheh. *funny eyes*..just kidding guys.Since when was I hamsup eh? heh. Well she's cool (not that cool..just..u know =_= ) She teaches HISTORY! And it's soooo much more fun and interesting compared to school history! Maybe when you learn something not 100% accurate or sumtin untrue, partially or totally, there'll be less or no blessing from God, thus it becomes boring and uninteresting no matter HOW they try to manipulate..i mean change the syllabus. She cracks lots of jokes. Most were understood, quite a number were not really understood. Layan kan je la..Nanti merajuk pulak kan? Right miss? hehehehe You already wrote my marks down. Can't minus them now~!&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I wouldn't be surprised if she reads this blog. One of the reasons why (I think) she can relate to us teens better than others is cuz she's still young(questionable..=D) and single , so basically she still has THE CHILD WITHIN. She makes funny faces sometimes. Other times, faces that you wouldn't dare do something wrong. &gt;_&gt; Most of the time, the okay face. She has abit of the panda eyes on certain days. Atleast I THINK so. No offense yeah miss? hahahaha..she'll probably kick me out of her house during raya. Heck I won't even get the chance to be 10 km within her house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway guys, I'm quite sleepy now. I don't know what else to talk about. But it'll probably be a very long time till I blog abt my personal life again though. hahahaha. It's almost Eid, or more know as Raya, so,you're all invited, as usual. Just leave skimpy clothes at home, especially chris, and don't forget to bring your stomach along, except you chris. Lol you don't even read this blog. Just kidding chris. Leave swear words at home as well. Preferably bring lots of stories along. Try and minimize gossip okay? ~ I'll be back from this saturday, till 23rd september. OK?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol I know you guys miss me...&lt;br /&gt;cheh prasan lebih. ade makan kasut utk sahur.hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : they dont call me telur here.now, im Jo...BroJo..(bro from johor.lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;~ciao cincau~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-495145385939669696?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/495145385939669696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-so-serious_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/495145385939669696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/495145385939669696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-so-serious_10.html' title='WHY SO SERIOUS?'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-6910146832127228235</id><published>2009-09-01T20:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:18:43.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old man talk'/><title type='text'>The "Teenage" side of my blog.</title><content type='html'>I know, I've been neglecting this..... "space". Hahaha no one would kill me for it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;So, if you can understand the title, it's the first time(I think..o_O) I'm blogging about the "teenage" side of this blog, or more accurately, me and what's going on in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have some ideas on what to write, issues n whatnot, but I just didn't come around to doing it. For one, it's the month of Ramadhan, the holiest of all months to muslims. A month to reflect on what we've done, on what we are doing and what we are going to do. Basically, it's the month where muslims fast. Generally, people know that fasting basically means not eating or drinking during the month, from sunrise to sunset(roughly).  The real definition of fasting to muslims, aside from not eating and drinking, is to abstain from committing sin, to strive to avoid sinning, to strive to be a better person morally. physically, mentally and spiritually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But many people don't really know the true essence of fasting (the muslim way of it anyway.not sure about other religions.) First of all, and in my opinion ,the most important of them all, is to realize that we are humans, creations who are in need of sustenance. We need a supreme Sustainer, to help us in our lives,a Sustainer Who has given us all that we have since we were born, Who is giving us sustenance right this moment, and Who is going to sustain our existence in the future, till eternity, for however long we exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about realizing that we are mere humans, to make us more humble and realize that we are so tiny compared to the world, what more to The Almighty Creator, who has created everything in the universe. To realize, that we are dependant on him , and to slowly purify ourselves from arrogance. To realize, that all the good we've gotten so far, are all blessings from Him, not because of our own power or will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we forget, when we win, when we get good results, when we succeed, that we can lose or fail the next day just like that, and I think, that if someone who is arrogant about his possessions or achievements fail, he will be unable to accept reality, and blame others for his failure, and start breaking down , start neglecting his skills and talents, and start wasting his life. It's just a thought. However, if we believe that everything happens for a reason, every 'bad event, to us' is a blessing in disguise, and that what He wills is for the best , that we are humans just like the rest of the citizens of earth, that we are no better than the rest, God willing, we will be able to come out from the tests or despair that we were put through. There are some people who are arrogant and survive too, but their drive would be more to revenge and to show that he's the best, superior to others, not to help others, to make the world a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY that wasn't the teenage side of this blog. =_="&lt;br /&gt;Man am I easily distracted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right..think teen age...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been having conflicting feelings and thoughts about a few things. Some are about decisions, some about people, some about what I say and do to people (they're basically the same entity in this case..heh) , what I think of people and lastly, the stuff that goes on in my head about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that has been one of my traits (or some say, problems) is how I lack expression, or perhaps choose to suppress my expressions/feelings toward an issue, or more accurately, an issue of a person or the person itself. I myself find it true, that perhaps trying to be 'cool' , not cool cool, but ice cold cool kind of cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, some know me as the 'heck-care' type of person, or doesn't care much about what's going on around me. Give me a chance to justify myself (chewahhh) , I think the reason why I do that, is because most of the things that goes on around me, are trivial and superficial things which are just so small and insignificant, but they're affecting the life of the people around me as if the world is only filled with hate and negative things. This is one aspect of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm only looking at it through my perspective, and not others. It lacks empathy. Everyone is fighting their own battle and one thing might be small to me, but it could be extremely huge to others and vice versa. So there's a conflict here. But I usually get over it very fast anyway. I just thought of expressing it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me justify myself again. Let me tell you some of the 'issues' that I think are insignificant that goes on around me, or were going on around me. Girl/guy problems, not necessarily boy-girl relationships, but maybe some stuff between friends. Sometimes its between girls/guys themselves, but these are quite big . The common one is worry. Worry about how bad they did for exams, worry about this and that n all the stuff that they wont lose anything if they dont worry about, and they'd gain much if they don't worry about. It's okay if they express it once or twice, but they keep harping on it. I think that's basically it, but it covers loaaaaddssss of nonsense. Some worry till they can't sleep , can't study and whatever else. The fact that annoys me is that, even after I try and knock some sense into them, they still go on about it. But thank God that the people who I've known as rational and sensible usually get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once again, there's still the conflict of values in the sense that I'm only looking at it my way.&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you one of the reasons they're so attached/obsessed/prioritized about the things which I see are superficial. It's the media and the negative influences besides it. They make you care about stuff like money, relationships/romance , business, career and all the other irrelevant stuff that obstructs your growth to be a complete and intellectual human, who strives for his own improvement and the improvement of others. Basically, it's secularization and the grip that holds us between life and God, are weakened through this secularization, and this is the agenda of a certain group of people. But let's leave that for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyy.....................I think I sidetracked again over there...=_="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I think my personal life, or the trivial issues that doesn't really concern the rest of mankind shouldn't be posted here, like this is a rant-house or something. Hahaha. And these things usually go off quite fast, or it won't affect my life as much, or even at all. So it's quite insignificant... Don't be dissappointed. You wanna know, contact me personally ..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;comprende? &lt;/span&gt;Hahaha.Lame. But yeah, I meant that. However, the probability of me telling you might vary from person to person. Don't be down if I don't tell you. Because you shouldn't be! It's so insignificant! hahhahaha tak habis-habis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you perverted and kepo guys out there, I'm sure you wanna know about my 'love life' here. Heheheheh. You're not gonna get any. Because there isn't any! But regarding other stuff which involve the female species of humans, there might be some. But still not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway people,  I'd like feedback, preferrably in the comments section AND constructive comments, for this post, my past posts, and for my future posts. Please, if you have a thought, an idea, or even disagreement and want to express it, go ahead. I'm all eyes. Get it? All eyes? -_-....*walks away *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ciao cincau&lt;br /&gt;~Wassalam~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-6910146832127228235?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/6910146832127228235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2009/09/side-of-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/6910146832127228235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/6910146832127228235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2009/09/side-of-my-blog.html' title='The &amp;quot;Teenage&amp;quot; side of my blog.'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-7118351051088397164</id><published>2009-07-17T08:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:18:43.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday</title><content type='html'>I'm going back to JB on sunday peeps. Just thought of letting people know..atleast those who even know I have this blog..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jumpa di kampung~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-7118351051088397164?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/7118351051088397164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2009/07/holiday_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/7118351051088397164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/7118351051088397164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2009/07/holiday_16.html' title='Holiday'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-5437756074739875795</id><published>2009-06-16T16:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:18:43.510+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old man talk'/><title type='text'>To think and contemplate.</title><content type='html'>Some people act without thinking, some people think without acting upon what has been thought. We have been granted intellect(akal) which all the other creatures on earth do not have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this intellect for and how should we use it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all born with natural instinct and desires. But what stops us from using these things too much? What helps us judge between good or bad, right or wrong? It is the intellect, an extraordinarily amazingly valueble gift given by God The Almighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been given intellect to see the world around us, the people, the colours, nature, sounds and sights, and contemplate henceforth. Such beautiful and amazing creations which have been here long before our ancestors were born. Who or what created such complex and perfect creations for their own purpose ? Who is possible of such a feat? Who has the unlimited knowledge since the dawn of time to have created these things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is none other than God, Allah The All Knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The issue here is , many of us , sometimes, forget, and some others totally disregard the fact that this gift of intellect should be use for good and not for bad. This happens when one succumbs to desire, greed and lust. It may be for power, fame, status , wealth or whatever else there is.  Some do things and make decisions based on their own interests and not think of others. Some to the point of being inhumane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance , the Palestinian issue recently, concerning Israel's act of "anti-terrorism". The Israeli military massacred and destroyed the homes of the Palestinians , who have little to no ability to retaliate on a fair scale. Imagine a little boy throwing rocks at your house or at you. Do you retaliate by pointing a rifle at the boy and shooting him? Is that defending your rights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Palestinians were , and still are, cut from many resources. They have been cut off from their families. They are being kept in a prison which they once called home. They're not allowed to go out of this prison. It's like one of those psycho brain washing military camps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, how does firing some low tech missiles which didn't even kill one Israeli, justified the act of  killing men, women, old people and children? In fact, not all of the Palestinians are muslims. Christians live alongside them as well and they were not spared. Why weren't they shown on the media in general? I'm sure you can think about it yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the reason that Hamas doesn't wear specific uniforms so they attack everyone in hopes of killing the Hamas military members? So someone threw a stone at me from the back and behind me is a bunch of children. Do I beat them all up? And in the Palestinians case, they 'threw a stone' because they were cut off from their rights, not as Palestinians per se, but as humans as that they are. Imagine being oppressed for many many years and nothing fruitful comes? They were told to organize themselves and have a political party to lead the country and act as a representative of the people of Palestine. They did. Still they weren't given their rights. They can do nothing more now. They are on the brink of giving up hope. But there are still a few choices left. But imagine you , in their shoes, how would you feel? How would you have acted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing little kids, babies and children in pieces by the streets. Seeing old people's bodies lie around your house? How about coming back to your hometown just to see it in ruins with blood everywhere? And all this , why? For retaliating and cause little to no damage  after years and years of psychological and material oppression? What has been keeping them steadfast and not give up hope? It is the faith in Allah, their only hope.Their Master, Their Lord, Their Saviour, Their Protector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were driven into a corner by some thugs and you have nowhere else to go , no one to ask help from, what would you do? Let them rob and beat u up and maybe even kill you? You tell me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Americans for instance, they promote multi-racialism in their country and go against racism, but no matter what, they still support Israel , a racist state only for the jews. Not christians, not muslims, not buddhists, not chinese not malays not indians. Exclusively for jews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is where intellect and moral values collide. I'm sure , for example, a certain nation knows that what Israel is doing is wrong, but they just can't go against Israel because their interests will be jeapordised. They think that something is wrong or right, but act the opposite way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some information have been manipulated and hid from the general public eye and the media (television, specifically)  has been referred to as " the most effective hypnotizing tool" .Whether or not this is true, I do not know, but I know that the credibility of the media has been manipulated to serve the interests of certain people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So readers, I don't have much time. Therefore, use your intellect before judging blindly. Try to be as unbias as possible while thinking and analyzing, imagine you yourselves in other people's shoes before judging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep an open mind    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-5437756074739875795?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/5437756074739875795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-think-and-contemplate_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/5437756074739875795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/5437756074739875795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-think-and-contemplate_16.html' title='To think and contemplate.'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-593616678082837173</id><published>2009-06-03T11:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:18:43.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old man talk'/><title type='text'>A deeper view on Islam.</title><content type='html'>Salam and greetings fellow readers. I've gotten some new insight on knowledge since I've arrived here. I've met some others who have ,more or less, the same visions as I, and I've gained quite alot of knowledge from them since the past few days I've been here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people don't believe in God, some believe in God, but are from other religions, and it is my duty as a muslim to convey the knowledge that I have, that will clarify what Islam is really about, especially to those who are curious about Islam, but have no one to show them the true picture of Islam and what Islam teaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things that I'm about to show all of you is not my own research, but rather from another person, from his website and from his somewhat inspiring and intellectually-correct writings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an example of one of his articles....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROVING THE EXISTENCE OF ALLAH (SWT)TO AN ATHEISTby Dr. Zakir Naik&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATULATING AN ATHEIST&lt;br /&gt;Normally, when I meet an atheist, the first thing I like to do is to congratulate him and say, " My special congratulations to you", because most of the people who believe in God are doing blind belief - he is a Christian, because his father is a Christian; he is a Hindu, because his father is a Hindu; the majority of the people in the world are blindly following the religion of their fathers. An atheist, on the other hand, even though he may belong to a religious family, uses his intellect to deny the existence of God; what ever concept or qualities of God he may have learnt in his religion may not seem to be logical to him.&lt;br /&gt;My Muslim brothers may question me, "Zakir, why are you congratulating an atheist?" The reason that I am congratulating an atheist is because he agrees with the first part of the Shahada i.e. the Islamic Creed, ‘La ilaaha’ - meaning ‘there is no God’. So half my job is already done; now the only part left is ‘il lallah’ i.e. ‘BUT ALLAH’ which I shall do Insha Allah. With others (who are not atheists) I have to first remove from their minds the wrong concept of God they may have and then put the correct concept of one true God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's part of one of his articles. You can find the rest here. &lt;a href="http://www.irf.net/irf/comparativereligion/index.htm"&gt;http://www.irf.net/irf/comparativereligion/index.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one, some of you may think that I'm a civilized person, I use my brain compared to many others and whatnot. This is partly true, but the other half of the truth is that I'm not like this from the start of my maturing life. Let me explain a little further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the article, Dr Zakir Naik said most of society that believes in a religion, is actually just following their parents and families. At one point in life, I was like that. But later on, after trying to find my own identity and the meaning of my own life, I started to think, and I started to seek for answers, and what I've found, through numerous wrong turns, is the true meaning of Islam, a total opposite of terror, a religion and guidance that is suitable , practical and logical for all ages.Well, this is from me, if you've doubts in me, seek for the answers yourselves and hopefully you'll find what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm trying to clarify here is that, I'm a blind muslim no more. I don't believe in Islam because my parents are muslim, but I've found that it is the truth, from the knowledge that I've found that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people, who are not muslims, or some of them are muslims themselves, have a negative view on Islam. Some of them question Islam just for the sake of proving the muslims wrong, to defame a religion that they themselves are alien to, some because they are afraid of the truth, and some do it because they can benefit from all the defaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My message to all of you, muslims or non muslims, if you doubt or do not know about something, try to find an answer. Use your God-given intellect and think. The main spark to accepting any religion or any theories is first to use your intellect. Don't just get a statement or explanation from one source and make a conclusion right there and then, but rather, try to find as many views and explanations, and analyze the explanations and rationale , and then make your own conclusion. It's the same for any type of knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I think I've written enough and other people want to use the pc too (I'm in the library..free internet..heheh) , I shall end my post here for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whoever that reads my blog, I wish all of you the best in your life and seeking knowledge, for knowledge is light(or power..whichever.haha). So...yeah...happy living (for a purpose, if possible)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the website I've given you is really helpful in explaining Islam, to muslims or not. Please check it out if you have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.irf.net/irf/faqonislam/index.htm"&gt;http://www.irf.net/irf/faqonislam/index.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s ; im gona try out capoeira tonight.&lt;br /&gt;p/ss ; im gona try silat here in IIUM.&lt;br /&gt;p/sss ; meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassalam and farewell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-593616678082837173?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/593616678082837173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2009/06/deeper-view-on-islam_02.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/593616678082837173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/593616678082837173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2009/06/deeper-view-on-islam_02.html' title='A deeper view on Islam.'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-626633669264928917</id><published>2009-05-24T00:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:18:43.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life updates'/><title type='text'>Buku baru lah.</title><content type='html'>Haaa. This blog reeks of negligence doesn't it..&gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, skip all the unnecessary parts. I'll tell you guys what I've been doing lately.I've been working in Hilltop Private School, my old kindy.Then I went for form 6 for a week and now I'm in KL.right now, it's already 24th of May, 12.35 am. I'm gona do my foundation in human sciences this year and registration is at 2 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;International Islamic University Malaysia.IIUM.or UIAM. In Petaling Jaya, the foundation centre.&lt;br /&gt;They have a few main campuses around Malaysia, but the main known one is in Gombak. My younger friend, Nicole, said that the place is great, ( she went for a debate comp there ) so I'm looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeah. Just to inform you guys la. Lazy wana blog abt other stuff. Oh I got a Nintendo DS.But I'm leaving it JB. Most of my friends are all scattered around.Matriculation , form 6, sg poly.Everyone is unfolding a new page in their book of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels a lil bit different from pre-PLKN, mainly because at the camp, they still take care of u and you're sort of like still under control of certain people. But now, everything's up to me.Not entirely but thats the main idea. hahahaha. Nervous, excited, curious, the works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm really actually looking forward to my life in UIA. Lots of stuff to do and learn, lots of new people to meet, especially other muslims from other countries. Oh and most likely I'm gona learn silat here. Heh. New arsenal of muscle memory to use in emergencies. Maybe try out for debates again. HAhaha.Debate.Lole. funny la.lol.anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if any of you guys wana meet up or whatever, do contact me. Keep in touch if you want to. Cya around peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-626633669264928917?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/626633669264928917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2009/05/buku-baru-lah_23.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/626633669264928917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/626633669264928917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2009/05/buku-baru-lah_23.html' title='Buku baru lah.'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-5297269757457373199</id><published>2009-04-07T19:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:18:43.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Noes!!</title><content type='html'>Do you guys think I'll get arrested under ISA custody if I post political stuff here..? Hmm...heheheh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-5297269757457373199?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/5297269757457373199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-noes_07.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/5297269757457373199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/5297269757457373199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-noes_07.html' title='Oh Noes!!'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-2737200526934118842</id><published>2009-04-06T22:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:18:43.517+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old man talk'/><title type='text'>Today Is All You Have.</title><content type='html'>The past, the future, and the best of the three, the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days we feel normal,some days we feel happy, some days we feel sad, some days we feel lost, some days we feel angry, some days we want revenge, some days we do bad things, some days we do good things, some days we help a friend, some days we hurt a friend,some days a friend helps you, some days a friend hurts you. Most days, these things happen during the present. Not the past, nor the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Past.&lt;br /&gt;~The past has passed us by , and doesn't exist anymore. What good has been done, let it be, what bad has been done, let it be. No use mourning over the bad things that have happened to us, and we should be grateful of the good that has happened to us, but not miss it so much that we ourselves feel lost and everything else in our lives come to a halt due to our pondering into the past.Time and tide waits for no man, life must go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Future.&lt;br /&gt;~The future has yet to come. It is non-existent. Planning for the future and thinking of what to do next, is what we need to do.But obsession over such things can cost us our peace of mind and happiness because then it turns to worry.Will it go the way we want it to? There is no use worrying about the future. It only causes us anxiety and maybe even depression, which is bad for the mind and body. Most of the bad things that we think will happen in life never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we should raise our chin up from the lows, straighten our heads, and march forward. What is behind us, has passed us, and what is beyond the horizon, we do not know. Thats the beauty of life.We never know whats going to happen. So let us be positive and optimistic and embrace whatever challenges that await us. For whomever that are already doing this, keep it up, strengthen your spirit,mind and body because this position of self is not easy to maintain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those two things do not exist.What else is there for us to savour in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Present.&lt;br /&gt;~The present is all we have, everyday, every hour, every mintue and every second. Time never stops to wait for us , so we should do the same, keep moving forward. We should live everyday as though it is our last day living. No one guaranteed us a next year. No one guaranteed us a next month. No one guaranteed us a next week nor a tomorrow nor a later. We don't know when we are going to pass on from this life on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, lift your spirits up, look forward for the future presents that are going to surprise you(we like surprises dont we :P) , be grateful of the family, friends  and all the good things we have in life, for one day we may never see them again. Forgive others, help others , spend time with friends and family doing things that strengthens the bonds between them and us. Share our knowledge and experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not remain idle, thinking of the past or the future. It degrades the brain's function and it eventually causes depression and anxiety. Our mourning and crying all day long(or week or months or maybe even years long o_o) will not bring the dead back to life, it will not change our grades from F to A, or 99 to 100 (   be grateful man..99 super good edi lah ;P   ) ,it will not return the friends we lost, nor will it make the enemies we have disappear. Life will keep marching forward. If we lag behind pointlessly, it not only affects us, but also the people around us. Think about them too. We care dont we? We always say that, but actions are 100 GABAJILLION DECIBELS louder than words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must be strong! We must embrace each challenge just as how Bruce Lee embraces another punching bag! HE FRIGGIN FLYING KICKS THEM TO MEXICO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/SdoUs7uKt0I/AAAAAAAAACs/5oDE5npRN9g/s1600-h/Presentation1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/SdoUs7uKt0I/AAAAAAAAACs/5oDE5npRN9g/s400/Presentation1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321588671869794114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of everyday as your last day to live, dont regret being sad or angry or didnt spend time with family or this or that! It's the saddest last thing to do before you die! Don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, if you're already happy and positive and optimistic, try and make the people around u the feel same way. If you are often sad and always experiencing 'downtime' , heed my advice, and march forward and kick someone to whichever country you like, figuratively speaking of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Every advice, I tell it to myself first.~&lt;br /&gt;                                 ~This is Arif, reminding you just in case you forgot~&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                        ~Think and reflect~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-2737200526934118842?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/2737200526934118842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-is-all-you-have_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/2737200526934118842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/2737200526934118842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-is-all-you-have_06.html' title='Today Is All You Have.'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O9f4wCYGP9Q/SdoUs7uKt0I/AAAAAAAAACs/5oDE5npRN9g/s72-c/Presentation1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-4022026632256128404</id><published>2009-03-16T11:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:18:43.519+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old man talk'/><title type='text'>Our Eyes , On Our Life</title><content type='html'>Purpose. Life is all about purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purpose, reason, intention, motive.The works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I've come to realize is that, the results, feedback, consequences that you get from your actions, are based on your ..? That's right. All of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we do something to stand out, or to get attention, and yet all we get are weird stares and insults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we do something to be the best , and all we get are jealousy and hatred from others and our name may even get smoldered in dirt ,done by the jealous parties. This is what I call PhD. Perasaan Hasad Dengki . Of course, we didn't do anything wrong, why should we get all this negativity from others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we do something good to others, we help them, and yet in the end they turn out to be ungrateful, and not only that, but they stab us from behind. Sometimes we befriend people sincerely, and it turns out that they have an ulterior motive and now we have two knives stuck in our backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we try to do the right thing and yet all we get are words like "Power hungry freak!" or "Stupid show off" or "goody goody pants" (?) and all sorts of rude names and words that fly at us from so many directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And , these things wear us out. They exhaust the very life force out of us and in the end, we're too tired to go on and think to ourselves "fine, since they treat me like this when I'm trying to do good, let them do it themselves.I'm out".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what I meant by intention and motive in our actions is that,the primary thing that we must have in our hearts, is sincerity . Not to show that we're better than others, not to show that they are wrong, not to be known by others, not to use others for our own benefit. All you need to have in your heart, is the intention and willingness to do the right thing and to do it sincerely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;InsyaAllah ,  &lt;/span&gt;you will succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of jealousy and people who envy others like a green eyed monster, there will always be people who are jealous of us and they will stop at nothing to get back at us , for what reason you ask? For being the reason that caused their  jealousy and dissatisfaction that they have in themselves.Unfair isn't it? They will not stop cussing us until we rid ourselves of all our good qualities and become someone who is devoid of good things. If we respond to their cusses and jealous remarks, we are just feeding their satisfaction and they will continue inflicting pain upon others through their actions and words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ingrates.We helped them in times that they really need help, in times where they are down ,flat face first on the ground, and yet all we get are knives stuck on our back, disappreciation and disloyalty.We feel unappreciated. Don't fret. There will always be people like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Ibrahim 14:34] And He gave you much of what you seek; and if you enumerate the favours of Allah, you will never be able to count them; indeed man is very unjust, most ungrateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A verse from the Al-Quran, chapter 14 , verse 34. Allah has blessed us with so many things , our life, our healthy body, our sane mind ,the ability of reasoning, friends, air, family, love, food and drinks, nature , every heartbeat that our heart makes, all of these are the graces of Allah, and yet ,people are still ungrateful to Him , people curse Him and whatnot. If Allah, the Creator of all things that exist get curses and ungratefulness from people , who are we to expect better treatment? So do not fret, stand firm, and do what is right. These people won't harm you abit if you are steadfast in your principles and maintain sincerity in your heart.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Be patient , believe in The Creator,The Sustainer , and He will help you in times of need.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words, are exactly what they are. Just words. If they are good, then fine&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;, if they are bad, do not be shaken by them, or be affected by their negativity. Do not feel that we are not good enough, or that we are always in the wrong, that we are bad to others, just because people say we are. We need to learn to be true ourselves, to find ourselves first. I know it's not easy. I myself have only started to discover my true self, and I know I have a long way to go. We learn something new everyday, so lets make our lives as productive as possible.Try new things. See new places. Meet new people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we don't know or are not sure about something, ask others who we think know better. Push away our ego because to gain knowledge proficiently and effectively, ego cannot be the one overpowering our minds. We will continue to gain knowledge till the day we die. And as they say, knowledge is power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be shy , just ask. It wouldn't hurt to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be grateful of what you have , be patient in facing difficulties. These two will be some of the many remedies in life for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before I end my post, I'd like to ask a riddle or a teka-teki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kalau kapal layar pegi arah utara, asap dia pegi arah mana?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submit your answers, and I'll give the answer in the next post :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-4022026632256128404?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/4022026632256128404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-eyes-on-our-life_15.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/4022026632256128404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/4022026632256128404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-eyes-on-our-life_15.html' title='Our Eyes , On Our Life'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8735074262003461802.post-1964089103563016102</id><published>2009-03-15T11:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T20:18:43.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To My New Refuge Of Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Greetings to everyone. My new blog is now up and running.Simple, because I just need it to express my thoughts.So for now, no fancy editting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8735074262003461802-1964089103563016102?l=ana-safwan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/feeds/1964089103563016102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2009/03/welcome-to-my-new-refuge-of-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/1964089103563016102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8735074262003461802/posts/default/1964089103563016102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana-safwan.blogspot.com/2009/03/welcome-to-my-new-refuge-of-thoughts.html' title='Welcome To My New Refuge Of Thoughts'/><author><name>Arif Safwan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00764263855292816476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
