Monday, 30 June 2014

0 Different

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

Different thing has to be treated differently. That's why it is called different. You cannot just simply judge someone using a same scale as you do to others. Some people can live with one dollar but some even cannot live with 100 dolars. Justice means to put something in its right place, not equalize everything. Same thing occuring in different situation also has to be treated differently. Many things have to be considered.

To treat different things differently is an easy thing. To differentiate two different things as two unlike substances is not easy. You need a lot of knowledge and experiences. Things are not black and white nowadays, they are rather full of colors. If you are color-blind, you will be screwed.

Things are just not the same. Stop generalizing.



Saturday, 28 June 2014

1 These People Are Worth Be Friend

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

You can see many kind of people in this globe. All of them have their own special distinct characteristics. Some are good and some are unfortunately not. Friend is a word best to describe people who are always willing to share common and uncommon things. They put away all the differences and try their best finding mutualities between them. They are not just mere people who you can laugh and have fun with, not only those who always pay for your lunch and dinner. 

More substantially, they share the same problems and happiness. Their problems are your problem, not because they are your friends so they have to know your problems yet because their mind and though are just like yours. You don't have to tell everything and they know already. When you see and meet these people you become different, your soul, heart and spirit become stronger. By just looking at them, you can see their eyes filled with sincerity. No matter how far you be, distance never seperate you with these people.

When you see these people, quickly grab and hold them tight undoubtly. You never know when you could see them again.

Friendship is about give and take. One party will be exhausted if keep giving without a reply and it is not enough to always demand without a pay.



Thursday, 26 June 2014

0 The Awaited Guy

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

Nobody knows where he lives but for sure, he will come and meet people annually. He is not too tall nor short, just nice for a handsome guy. With beard and side comb hairstyle, make him a complete package to be a crush for every girl. His presence brings happiness and blessing, not just to people who know him yet also who don't. Before he comes, he will tell everyone that he will do so. Months before he comes, people have prepared everything to welcome him. Several preparations be it physical or spiritual, all are made just to have a good time with him.

Some people however don't really mind the presence of him. Before, during or after his presence are the same, nothing different. In fact, some are doing something to insult him purposely. All those things never affect him. He doesn't need people to please him. He will always come although there is nobody accepting him. People are the ones who need him. The climax moment is the time when he is just going to leave. At that time, his blessings at its limit. Whatever people ask will be granted. After he leaves, people who welcome and treat him good are the happiest person in the earth. They will absolutely miss and hoping to meet him again next time. As for the other group, they are the most unlucky people. Everything that they should have had are wasted.

And believe or not, he will be coming in about three days. Oh my God! I have not made a proper preparation yet! Better yet start it now or you will regret soon.

Oh by the way, his name is Ramadhan. 

Ahlan ya Ramadhan :)



Saturday, 21 June 2014

0 Dejavu

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

Early in the morning at 6, I went to Musallas, a place just after Hayyu Asyir from the direction of Gami3 Salam. Accompanying my friend for his business with ustaz living there, I just realized that I had been there few times before. When my friend asked whether I know the place or not, I answered "no but had heard before" but actually that was a dejavu that came in my mind deep from my previous memory.

I had come here before, about 6 months ago. There was the headquater of ikhwah Thailand and I had usrah few times there with my former Egyptian naqib, Dr Fadhil. Currently all of my usrah members are going seperated, some still I am connecting with and some are not. About Dr Fadhil, I wonder where he is right now. I never heard any news about him after the coup. I sent a message to him but got no reply. Anything might happen, maybe he is in prison, or killed during the Rabaa incident. 

I hope he is in a good condition. On the way back, I passed before his yellow apartment building beside KFC that I regret for not even once went there. Seriously I miss having usrah with Arab. Don't know if I could have the second chance.



Wednesday, 18 June 2014

0 Marchin On

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

For those days we felt like a mistake,
Those times when loves what you hate,
Somehow,
We keep marching on.

For those nights when I couldn't be there,
I've made it harder to know that you know,
That somehow,
We'll keep moving on.

There's so many wars we fought,
There's so many things were not,
But with what we have,
I promise you that,
We're marching on,
(We're marching on)
(We're marching on).


For all of the plans we've made,
There isn't a flag I'd wave,
Don't care if we bend,
I'd sink us to swim,
We're marching on,
(We're marching on)
(We're marching on).

For those doubts that swirl all around us,
For those lives that tear at the seams,
We know,
We're not what we've seen,


For this dance we'll move with each other.
There ain't no other step than one foot,
Right in front of the other.


There's so many wars we fought,
There's so many things we're not,
But with what we have,
I promise you that,
We're marching on,
(We're marching on)
(We're marching on).

For all of the plans we've made,
There isn't a flag I'd wave,
Don't care if we bend,
I'd sink us to swim,
We're marching on,
(We're marching on)
(We're marching on).


Right, right, right, right left right,
Right, right, right, right left right,
Right, right,
We're marching on.

We'll have the days we break,
And we'll have the scars to prove it,
We'll have the bonds that we save,
But we'll have the heart not to lose it.


For all of the times we've stopped,
For all of the things I'm not.


We put one foot in front of the other,
We move like we ain't got no other,
We go when we go,
We're marching on.

There's so many wars we fought,
There's so many things we're not,
But with what we have,
I promise you that,
We're marching on,
(We're marching on)
(We're marching on).


Right, right, right, right left right,
Right, right, right, left, right,
Right, right,
We're marching on.


Right, right, right, right left right,
Right, right, right, left, right,
Right, right,
We're marching on.

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I miss marching during school, I miss GMJ, I miss doing any kind of marching. As you are marching, you don't look back and keep moving forward despite of many obstacles in front. That's why I love marching.



Monday, 16 June 2014

2 If Microb Is A Silent Killer, Pharma Is An Apparent Slaughterer

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

I know everybody felt the same thing. The worst 3 hour torture in an exam hall. I think the doctors have planned it. The midyear and the first paper were easy but the second paper was crazy, so many first-time-heard drugs. 

Pharma has taught me the meaning of life. Now I understand the value of this temporary life that I have lost it. I wish I was a cat having 9 lives. May Allah give me and all my friends success here and in the afterlife.



Wednesday, 11 June 2014

0 Sexual Harassment Is Just For Sissies

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

This morning while I was scrolling my fb timeline, a link from FJP website popped out with title فيديو التحرش فضيحة شوهت تنصيب السيسي (Sisi's inauguration marred by a video showing apparent sexual assault). The news was actually from the newspaper Times. I watched the video (it's 18SX btw) and had no idea of what was happening. It was happened in Tahrir, just a few kilometers from my place. A girl was surrounded by a group of men (they don't deserve to be men) doing something inappropiate and made the girl naked. I have no idea what did other people there at that time do when they saw the incident.

Last week also Egypt's government issued a new anti-sexual harassment law following many cases occured lately in Egypt. I also did read a survey regarding sexual harassment in Egypt and it said more than 90% of women in Egypt had experienced sexual harassment verbally or physically. And suprisingly, I can't believe that I am living in this country right now and for the next 3 and a half years.

Although I rarely being a mushrif, I really feel the need for girls not to walk alone especially at night, at least with other girl if no mushrif.

What is happening to you Egypt. The mofti says that Sisi deserves to be a president but the consequences say not. I always hope that this country will be the real 'ummu dunya' like people always claim. May Allah bless all the people who are consistently trying to change and build a new Egypt. They are really strong and real men, not like those sissies on the streets.




Thursday, 5 June 2014

0 My Dearest Blood Relatives

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

My fb timeline today is full of anniversary wishes. I don't know why but it seems that 5 June is a celebrated day for many of my friends and also not be forgotten the anniversary of my second sister's wedding. It was 3 years ago and it was also the only family wedding out of four that I attended. It is a common thing for me to not involve in many family activities. Besides of the fact that I stayed in hostel since secondary school, my relation to my family was not really intimate. The hardest thing in mutabaah amal during I was in school was to call my parents. It was extremely rare for me to merely call my parents for just making small talks. I only called my father to pick me up from hostel once per two or four weeks, "Assalamualaikum Abah, erm hari ni balik wajib, boleh la datang lepas solat jumaat."

Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde character utterly suited me. I was Dr Jekyll at home and Mr Hyde at hostel. I didn't tell almost all activities I did at hostel to my parents and sometimes even I kept my examination results without telling them. So my father to me was only as my driver to school and my mother as a maid cooking food for me. Okay that sounds too iniquitous. Lulz. 

But then study abroad has taught me many things. One of it is to love my family. Calling parents is no more an alien thing for me. Now I understand why calling parents is often included in mutabaah amal. Family is not just a mere group of people implanted in the same uterus. It is a give from a minute portion of His mercy. Thanks Allah for this precious give.


it should be nine, Kak Dayah was missing




Tuesday, 3 June 2014

0 A Night

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

Tonight Sisi's comrades make a noise in the street with horn's sound and waving Egypt's flag while shouting something to do with Sisi. They celebrate Sisi's predictable victory in the presidential election last week. Since my apartment is near to Tahrir, it is often to hear such celebration. Newspapers full of Sisi's picture with oodles of compliments. I had being scolded last week when I was reading a newspaper without paying first, "If you want to read please pay one pound first!" Ceh, I didn't want to read and see the traitor's face and I have bored seeing his face everywhere in the street. In Egypt, newspapers are only worth buying for book wrapper or making a table cover. The contents are sucks.

Tonight my head crowded with many stuffs. A lot of things to be done almost alone. I think I need someone to help me doing these things, of course it doesn't necessarily have to be a girl. I can do it alone and it is much better to do alone sometimes, I don't have to consider others opinion and things gonna be faster. But this time, I need a partner. I have an exam tomorrow and I don't even finish half of the final exam. I need to focus, brother.



Sunday, 1 June 2014

0 Emphysema Emphysema Emphysema

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

First question today, "Describe the gross and microscopic features of emphysema"

I took my pen, opened the answer book and jotted down the answer happily. But then when it came to the microscopic picture, everything went blank.

"Wait a minute, I think I just remembered this thing..."

After the exam finished, I asked a girl beside me, "Syidah, ape microscopic picture emphysema?"

She made a weird face, "arteries are compressed, walls are thinned...". I know the face showed the question was so easy that I shouldn't forget.

How could I forget the damn easy answer. I expected respiratory system would be easy. 

Anyway it is over. Thanks to our dean, Prof Hussein for visiting us today despite of his busy schedule. I knew it because he went into the exam hall with a phone in his hand.

I am not gonna forget this microscopic picture of emphysema. Several papers ahead. All is well.



 

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