Mesir dan kamu.

Pada pada pandangan mata engkau,

Mesir itu hanyalah pasir dan sampah jalanan,

Yang berterbangan saat angin merempuh perlahan,

Pencuri pencuri dan gelandangan yang berpeleseran,

Puing-puing usuh bangunan,

Dan peradaban yang ditelan zaman.

Apa itu semua tidak mengajar kau erti kehidupan?

Makna tawakkal hamba pada tuhan?

Tujuan kegembiraan dan kesedihan?

Dan siapa hamba, siapa tuhan.

Singkaplah hijab-hijab yang membutakan!

Kerana kamu hanya lihat permukaan,

Bukan dasar hakikat gambaran,

Kerana disebalik pasir itu…

Kaukan dapati permata yang mengagumkan,

Sejuta pengajaran dan pengalaman,

Dan hikayat yang tak pernah diceritakan.

071215.

Kota Kemenangan.

my own book project.

assalamualaikum and hi peeps.

one day I have a thought on myself.

what do i want to achieve right now?

what do i want to do?

and there's a particular thing that i want to have so bad a long time ago. Something that i've doing for a long time but never really done like never have like proper ways or really into that.

and it's having my own book.

and i decided that being 20, I want to produce one. Even not like a legit book *published by a proper publisher* and i was thinking that why not make one based on my past writing and just put other writings that i've never shown just for myself.

and keep that as a mark to a milestone for myself.

at least i had my goal achieved. And this may be the baby step into a real, legit book *aminn*

and i pray that everything will be good, will be great insyAllah.

till then, then.

Liar with an innocent face.

Assalamualaikum and hello November.

The cold breeze starts to blow through the air of Cairo marks that winter is here but still, not really shows its true face. This week I decided to get myself into a ‘battle’ which is applying for visa.

It’s a long story but let me try to simplify as good as I can cause I’m scared that it might annoy you. Ahahahahaha.

Usually there’re 3 races that will apply in Monday. Malaysian, Indonesia and Russian. Let me define this three races by their clothes, because what we wear should reflect as who we are *especially when you’re dressing sunnah-stye because that is what I’ll describe Russian ; long beard, jubbah and upper-ankle-pants style or whatever that we knows describe sunnah-style but the thing is they who wear this kind of stuff tend to cheats, promotes violent and injustice.

It’s hard for me to describe the main causes why I rant about this but it is the way it is. Well, I know some people might disagree and say that we can’t judge a person by its outer side why did you apply to embrace that good stuff outside but you don’t apply it inside? Wasn’t that is just a waste???

Be truthful to your personality. Because practicing the sunnah outer side whilst abandoning the inside is not only a waste, it brought misconception to the image. Or to be more precise, be responsible for your image.

Okay, I’m sorry if there’s an error that I made here, but let me be clear that I accept opinion.

Till then.

The perks of being a socially awkward person.

Assalamualaikum, bismillah :]

Alhamdulillah, somehow I manage to survive this whole three weeks even though there are few other works that should be done but now it is okay to say I’m quite already in a comfortable postion. Well, I manage to get lots of new friends, I guess. Well,  I am not really good at making friend and there’s a particular arab ‘man’ that eventually want to be friends with me like always sitting next to me, always want to be with me and as a socially awkward person, that is quite bothering me. Well, I guess I should try harder to make friends too, perhaps.

Along the way I am right now, I guess I am so fortunate to be here, and surrounding by quite amount of great people. Somehow having a random conversation with human beings excites me except when it’s come on certain parts that I’m already irritates. Ahaha.

And kuliah seems quite okay right now even some of the subjects I can’t even digest everything from the books and lecturer’s lecture. Arabic language is not that hard but sometimes when the lecturer belt out their ammi (local’s way of speaking which is not as formal as the language people use in books) I somehow stuck and don’t know what to do. *but usually Arabian who sit beside me will guide me and which is in this case that is why I like to sit at a place with no non-arab or someone who is quite good in their Arabic skills. *tips.

Of course right now I need to reschedule my time seems next there’ll be study group, and my Thursday night lecture and so on.

Wish me a very good luck. Bye.

Early morning rant.

Asalamualaikum and hi. Been a while where I am not even touching this keypad. Classes already started a week ago and there’re so much more things to do. At least I’m on the road and hope it’ll be great soon. So far the class is not too harsh nor I’m quite good in it but it’s a working progress, I think.

Well, this morning I woke up thinking of the weird dream of a particular person that I supposed this is weird. I thought my mind already get rid of that person but naah, it’s like my dream is telling me that I can’t run from it. leuls. Dreams. But todays scenery just exactly like thsose days in Malaysia where I usually ride a motorcycle to buy breakfast (usually nasi lemak) at the stall in front of my house. Homesick gais, homesick ><. Fortunately wan rodzi fried some nasi goreng and all I know is I’m happy eating it right now.

Somehow this few days is teaching a lots of sabr and friend-ship-i-guess. Because first there’s no ather thing that you can do except sabr when it comes to bureaucracy and doing a proper work in Egypt. Second, the more you know somebody, the more you learn about them and I guess somehow a person that we thought is our bestfriend/good friends is not always with us. We will somehow walk alone, even when it is too hard, which is it is. Hurm, speaking of this particular topic my mind goes to Cinderella’s mother’s advice to her right before her death. “be kind and have courage.”

I guess that’s all eh. Kbye J