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Yaum-il-Umm

Posted in Booga, Islam on May 11, 2008 by smoothcriminalmagic

Which means Mother’s Day in Arabic.

Helmi woke me up, “Aman wake up, hurry up! This is Mother’s Day you know!! Come on we’re going out soon! Get up! Get ready! Go! Go!”

“Yeah…I…yeah ok, ok.”, I replied.

He sat on the chair facing my bed.

“I’m gonna make sure you get up and get in the toilet”, he said.

Crud.

“Yeah…I’m…yeah…ok, ok”, I replied.

As you can no doubt tell, my vocab early in the morning is utter crap.

Went to the toilet to wash my mouth so I can give my mum a good morning (or good mid-day) kiss.

Gave her that kiss 🙂

Went to the shower.

Had a shower.

Got ready and went to the Rizqun for lunch buffet and MAN was it crowded! Alhamdulillah, I got a parking space.

The Mother’s Day buffet was really good but for some reason I couldn’t eat that much 😦

Lamb was good 🙂

Lamb…is always…good 🙂

After lunch, Helmi bought some of the cake they had in Rizqun for my mum.

My mum, the little adorable Booga all dressed in pink, had a fun time 🙂

*Booga!*

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She thanked us for lunch when we got back to the car. I said ‘you’re welcome’ by covering her with kisses.

She deserved it! 😛

But yeah…

This Mother’s Day thing was more of Helmi’s planning and execution.

I probably would not have done anything.

Honest.

Not because I don’t love my mum.

Has got nothing to do with that.

It’s that…

For me at least,

Mother’s Day is everyday.

And I am not just SAYING it…I mean it.

Why should you treat your mum, she who has heaven at her feet (I know, I checked!), have only one day set aside where you show her 100% devotion?

It should be everyday.

And I follow that rule very strictly.

I am not going to say all the things I do for her on a daily basis because we shouldn’t toot our horns about the good deeds we do.

But I’ll just say this:

After lunch I asked my mum,

“Ma…I don’t like celebrating Mother’s Day”

And she said, “Why?”

I said, “Because I feel Mother’s Day is everyday. And I consciously act that out. I want to show you 100% love all the time.”

She smiled.

“Do I make you feel like it’s Mother’s Day everyday Ma…?” I asked…

She looked at me and stroked my cheek,

“Yes you do Aman…yes you do”

Yay 😀

* * *

They can be annoying.

They can nag.

But they are our mothers.

So treat them how you would like your child to treat you, for God is fair – He will give back to you what you give to the most important person in your life – your mother.

Girls especially, you all will Insha Allah become mothers too!

So get close to the only living example you have!

I am very blessed and fortunate to have an angelic mother.

I doubt any words could describe how much I love her – so I let my actions do all the talking.

And they have a lot to say 🙂

Thankfully she is tolerant of all the hugs, kisses and snuggles I shower her with 😛

I asked my mum if she would miss all this attention if I got married someday (Insha Allah).

She looked at me with a look of relief and said, “Of course not! I’ve had enough!”

Then she paused…

Looked at me and said,

“Well…maybe a little”

Awwwwwwwww, she’s so small!

* * *

It’s not hard to love you Booga,

It’s hard not to.

♥

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The Birthday of An Angel

Posted in Islam, Love, Umar on April 6, 2008 by smoothcriminalmagic

Salaams!

I want to just take a minute to wish happy birthday my dearest younger brother, Umar!

Habibi

*Umar Alhamid*

He’s now 18 years old!!!

Masha Allah 🙂

And yet, he’s still just a big baby 🙂

Umar has cerebral palsy, a condition he obtained shortly after delivery. Many people tend to view him as a burden to the family…but he has been nothing short of a blessing. He has brought much rezki to me and my family. Living and taking care of him has meant that my family and I have witnessed many miraculous things, which maybe I may blog about some time…but safe to say, there’s more to Umar than meets the eye.

He has taught all of us to be patient, he has inspired all of us with his strength and he has always reminded us…of what is truly important – akhirat (the hereafter).

I’ve always felt that Umar wanted to be this way…you know? Like, his soul was given a choice…to come on Earth as a normal human being and go through the struggles of life for a shot at a place in Heaven or to arrive on Earth a little bit different…and to suffer the physical pain of being different (he suffers from occasional fits and painful muscle cramps) and being denied of the simple pleasures of the world…but be guaranteed a place in Heaven.

I’d like to think that my brother made the wiser choice and sacrificed a normal life here on Earth…to obtain a better life in the Hereafter.

And I’ve always had the feeling that he did it for my mum.

He cannot walk nor speak and he suffers from cortical blindness, which means that there’s nothing wrong with his eyes…but the brain does not compute or process the visual information collected by the eyes.

Despite all this, I feel he is much, much, much better than any or all of us, for he has not sinned…not once…hehe, and his feet have never touched the ground 🙂

He is an absolute ANGEL and my family and I love him to absolute bits!

I love you Umar, and I know this world may mean nothing to you…but I am proud to call you my brother.

The Nerd

Posted in Funny, Islam, Poems on March 31, 2008 by smoothcriminalmagic

Salaams!

Howdy people (pronounced: beebol)!!

How’re you?

I’m pretty much half dead, but then again, I got my latte so I shant complain 🙂

Alhamdulillah, latte 🙂

Oh, before I continue.

This post was brought to you by:

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*Coke Zero, because it being black, white and red are reason alone to buy it.*

Anyway, this isn’t going to be long because I have a presentation to get started on. That’s right, the life of a geo student! 🙂

*Sigh*, I love it but it’s alot of work.

Well, what isn’t, sah (‘right’ in Arabic)?

My cousin has retired to my brother’s room to play the PS2 and entertain himself since his ‘busy’ cousin has to work…but he’s busy practicing magic!

:s

Oh boy.

ANYWAY!

I’ll get right on my presentation just after I post this…and watch a couple of Youtube videos on magic…

Hey, they’re loading already anyway!

Hehe 😉

Oh check this out!!!

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*Stainless steel playing cards*

Is that WOW or what!?!?

They’d be lethal if you threw them!

Anyone got a spare £150??

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Ok, so check it out, this is my philosophy:

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*Hey, it’s true.*

And I wrote a poem about the nimrod below.

It was weird. I wrote half of this poem whilst studying for my animal test about a week or two ago, don’t ask me why or how, it just came to me.

So, I hope you enjoy it, it has some deep meaning to it. We’ve all had our encounters with the cunning Devil…but ultimately, it takes ‘two’ to tango…we can always say ‘no’.

It’s up to us, isn’t it? 😉

Whispers come in left and right,

Good ideas and some so bright,

A chance for you to get what you desire,

Blissfully forgetting about the hellfire.

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You follow along,

the whispers don’t seem so bad,

what could possibly go wrong?

How could this end up sad?

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Slowly but surely,

The whispers take effect,

He has thousands of years experience with this,

a science he has had time to perfect.

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One whisper leads to another,

But you didn’t see it like that.

The evil was undercover,

What was innocent…was bad.

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Then it happens,

and the whispers come to a halt.

For it is then that you realize,

that it was all your fault.

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You then come to see the truth,

with full vision & clarity,

He does not force you to do these things specifically.

No.

He merely whispers,

promotes,

and encourages,

your stupidity.

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Stay safe everyone,

And don’t let your stupidity get the better of you! 😉

Aman

The Greatest Man Who Ever Lived.

Posted in Islam, The Prophet on March 20, 2008 by smoothcriminalmagic

Salaams everyone!

So today was the birth date of the Prophet S.A.W. 🙂

The birth date of THE greatest man who ever lived. God’s most love creation and the example to all of mankind.

The stories and lessons told of him have changed the way MILLIONS of people lived. He is perhaps the most influential man who ever lived, influencing not only the people of his time, but for many generations after, even now.

One can’t help but reflect on his stories, his life and feel inadequate. And why shouldn’t we feel inadequate?

We should all strive for the image he has set for the ‘ummah.

When we look at our lives and see the (minuscule) strifes and troubles we call ‘our problems’ and compare them to the challenges HE had to face in his time.

The pain, the suffering and the difficulties…Masha Allah.

AND, let’s not forget that he is ALLAH’S MOST LOVED CREATION.

You would think God would go easy on him yeah?

Everything happens for a reason…

Without the Prophet going through hardships, we would not know how to view OUR hardships…and more importantly, we won’t know how to go about handling them.

In the face of adversity, he practiced kindness, patience and compassion.

In the face of war and conflict, he practiced the manners of a brave and fierce LEADER of an army.

His wisdom knows no bounds and not a single sentence went by without someone around to note it down.

When I think about his accomplishments (of which he takes no PRIDE in) and all the lessons he has departed…I can’t help but be moved.

I then look at MYSELF and realize that I am NOTHING…not even CLOSE…nowhere NEAR close…

When I should strive to be so much more…

We all should strive to be so much more.

The one thing that always brings me close to tears is the Prophet’s Last Sermon, also known as the Farewell sermon, he delivered at Mount Arafat. It was his last sermon before his death one year after that…

“O People, lend me an attentive ear, for I don’t know whether, after this year, I shall ever be amongst you again. Therefore listen to what I am saying to you carefully and take these words to those who could not be present here today.

O People, just as you regard this month, this day, this city as Sacred, so regard the life and property of every Muslim as a sacred trust. Return the goods entrusted to you to their rightful owners. Hurt no one so that no one may hurt you. Remember that you will indeed meet your LORD, and that HE will indeed reckon your deeds. ALLAH has forbidden you to take usury (Interest), therefore all interest obligation shall henceforth be waived…

Beware of Satan, for the safety of your religion. He has lost all hope that he will ever be able to lead you astray in big things, so beware of following him in small things.

O People, it is true that you have certain rights with regard to your women, but they also have rights over you. If they abide by your right then to them belongs the right to be fed and clothed in kindness. Do treat your women well and be kind to them for they are your partners and committed helpers. And it is your right that they do not make friends with any one of whom you do not approve, as well as never to commit adultery.

O People, listen to me in earnest, worship ALLAH, say your five daily prayers (Salah), fast during the month of Ramadhan, and give your wealth in Zakat. Perform Hajj if you can afford to. Know that every Muslim is the brother of another Muslim. You are all equal. Nobody has superiority over another except by piety and good action.

Remember, one day you will appear before ALLAH and answer for your deeds. So beware, do not astray from the path of righteousness after I am gone.

O People, no prophet or apostle will come after me and no new faith will be born. Reason well, therefore, O People, and understand my words which I convey to you. I leave behind me two things, the QUR’AN and my example, the SUNNAH and if you follow these you will never go astray.

All those who listen to me shall pass on my words to others and those to others again; and may the last ones understand my words better than those who listen to me directly.”

He then asked,

“O people, have I faithfully delivered unto you my message?”

To which the thousands of people gathered in front of him in the valley thunderously yelled, “Allahumma na’m!” (O Allah, yes).

He then raised his forefinger and said,

“BE MY WITNESS O ALLAH THAT I HAVE CONVEYED YOUR MESSAGE TO YOUR PEOPLE.”

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I don’t know why.

Don’t ask me why.

The very last line is the one that makes me choke. I don’t know why.

Perhaps it’s because it was the last line of the last sermon on his last (and only) pilgrimage.

Or perhaps it’s because it’s like, his job is done, you know?

That’s it…no more.

That’s where the ‘adventure ends’, as it were…

For someone I’ve never met…just from all the lessons I’ve learnt, from all the stories I’ve read…I love the Prophet so much.

I don’t deserve to be who I am…I really don’t.

I will do my best to try to make him proud, as should all of his ‘ummah.

So that all that he went through was not in vain…his job was to guide us…the blind and ignorant.

To guide us in not only religion, but everyday life…how to bathe, how to eat, how to talk to people. He provided guidance for marriage, for love, for banking, for war and for peace.

No man has guided a SOCIETY in as many aspects as the Prophet S.A.W.

Goes without saying…O Rasul, you did a fine job.

I hope you have a happy birthday up there, peace and blessings be upon you O Rasul.

Moron Loves Chocolate Flavoured Biology

Posted in Biology, Booga, Islam on March 18, 2008 by smoothcriminalmagic

WAHEY!

Salaams one and all!

Be welcoming, be welcoming 😉

Righto, so today, we had an Animal Physio test! Which I have to admit, I was rather psyched for…but didn’t fully prepare and let’s be honest, no one is ever fully prepared…well, maybe except a select few 😉

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*Warningus Toadus*

Alhamdulillah, the test was not THAT bad 🙂

And thanks to Fauzan for breaking the silent tension when the test paper was being distributed with a heart-felt, “CRAP!” upon receiving the question paper! Hahaha! Nice one bro!

I seriously love Animal studies, honestly. I am gonna try my best to get to work with Dr. Ulmar when I specialize next year Insha Allah, all you kind people, please make doa’ for me yeah?

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*Mantella baroni.

Poisonous, yes but check out the colours!!!!*

You know, Biology is the only subject I’ve ever studied that has made me say, ‘SubhanAllah’ more than any other subject I’ve ever studied…and that includes Maths (to which I usually say ‘Astaghfirullah’).

That’s why I love Bio so much 🙂

It’s the only subject that you are truly allowed to take a peek at the GENIUS that is Allah.

WAHEY!

Check out our ‘guest star’ during our plant practical on Saturday!

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*A flying snake*

That’s right, this snake can fly.

Alright, maybe not literally, but it DOES glide. It leaps from the tops of trees and flattens its body out to increase uplift. As it falls it moves its body…like…a…snake.

:s

Well, it’s not gonna move like a cow now is it?

Anyway, yeah, it can glide from a higher tree to a lower tree, hence the name, ‘Flying Snake’ 🙂

So, anyway I was supposed to jog at the track today…supposed to…

But I was at the library, stocking up on my books for my geo essay and I got so sucked into the whole topic I felt like I wanted to get started right away (lookit me now! WAHEY!) so I decided to skip the jogging.

Had to pick up chocolates for my little Booga:

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Morinaga?

What is that?

NutyMax?

Huh?

NutyMax is alot like the Kinder Bueno chocolates…but NICER. Less milky, more hazelnut praline…ALOT more…

Morinaga is a chocolate from Japan (in case the name didn’t tip you off). Funnily, the chocolate taste and wrapper look ALOT like the Meiji chocolate bar but yeah, they’re both nice.

If you’re like me, and you sometimes like to have simple tasting milk chocolate, then get a Morinaga bar. It’s not like regular chocolate, it’s slightly different.

It is light, so you don’t feel sick after eating alot of it (which has its drawbacks), has slightly more cocoa, so it has a slight dark chocolate taste…but it’s not, it’s milk chocolate 🙂

It’s also not TOO sweet.

And since it’s thin…it melts when you pop one in 🙂

AND it goes SO SO SO SO SOOOOOOOOOO well, with my latte 🙂

*sigh*

My mum LOVES it, she tried it and went, “Yummy yummy yummy…eating something this nice should be a sin!”

Hhehehe, awwwwww, little Booga 🙂

And so there you have it, the Japanese not only make good cars, but chocolates too 🙂

So yeah, after I left the shop, I sat in my car and ate a NutyMax (hey, I didn’t have lunch…) and then while stuck in traffic I ate 2 more chocolates 🙂

That’s when I felt bad. I only set one day aside to get physically active and I decided to skip it and eat chocolate?

So I got home and since it wasn’t too dark, I managed to do a little jogging done around my neighborhood 🙂

Unfortunately, some wise-guy neighbor of mine thought it’d be really cool if he burnt some leaf litter. So yeah, breathing in such smoke is not pleasant. Jogging means your lungs are hungry for air, I ain’t gonna feed it the smoke from someone’s idea of useful combustion.

Burning leaf litter is wrong.

Dr. Charles would tell you that too…

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*Burning leaf litter is pathetic*

See?

It’s gotta be true coming from the HOD of Bio 🙂

So yeah, thanks to that I only could run around in circles in my driveway…like a…moron.

Even the neighbors looked on to see this strange hairy moronic creature make his rounds in front of his house.

Spotted a lizard (camouflaged quite well too) chilling on one of the potted plants checking me out. Bet he’s thinking, “What kind of moron runs around in circles…?”

And everytime I passed him his head would always be at a different angle…I think he wanted to make sure I was a complete moron.

I don’t think I disappointed 🙂

Speaking of plants…

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*Not too sure of the species, but it sure is purrty*

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Ok then you lot, although I don’t have anything due immediately tomorrow (which is rare for this magical procrastinator) I would like to get to work.

On what you say?

Might I remind those who are in the same boat as I, that we have to hand in our English Reviews NEXT week…that’s right, and Dr. Kushan’s report is due on the same day too 🙂

Now might be a good time… 😛

Stay safe everybody,

And don’t run around in circles…people (& lizards) will think you’re a moron.

I speak from experience 🙂

Aman

Nature Boy

Posted in Beach, Islam, Love, Weddings on March 9, 2008 by smoothcriminalmagic

An sms came in.

It awoke me from my slumber.

“Oii bangun! No reply from you in the next 5 mins, then I’m so gonna bug you, hahaha” – Homo Wong Kuan Lee.

I groaned and replied his sms with an expletive.
I then went back to sleep 🙂

* * *

Got up about 20 minutes later.

Looked at the time.

Cursed.

Sat down, had breakfast 🙂

Checked the time again.

Cursed.

Sms-ed Met, told him I’d be a bit late and that I was on the way.

Got in the shower 🙂

* * *

Yes, I can be impossible like that sometimes.

Whenever I’m super-slow like that, my mum would look at me and slowly shake her head while saying, “La Hawlawala Quwata Illa Billa Hil’aliyill’athim”.

She always told me that she wouldn’t be surprised if I was late for my own wedding and you know what? I wouldn’t be either, hehe.

Met Met (sounds weird don’t it?) Bon and the Az-man and we finally got to the wedding.

I don’t normally attend Brunei weddings…in fact, I generally don’t attend many weddings.

The wedding was well organized (from my point of view anyway) and I learned alot!

I learned that the marriage customs in Brunei differ from district to district.

Learned that in KB the husband has to walk around in circles 3 times in front of the bride’s house.

Well, I suppose it’s much simpler than the camel races they have in the Middle East! Yes, they have camel races as part of the wedding celebrations.

But not the Yemenis 🙂

Anyway, yeah, back to the wedding.

Siti and Arsul looked so nice together and it was a very nice thing to see the couple united like that.

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*Husband & Wife*

Doesn’t Siti look like a doll? 🙂

An absolute doll, she stunned everyone with her bridal image.

As they exited the house, there was a rush of people (see pic above) and a communal raising of phones and cameras into the air greeted the couple.

“OMG, Siti is a bride! OMG!”, squealed a girl beside me.

I wasn’t exactly sure what she was expecting to see at Siti’s Wedding, but yeah.

Once all the hubbub died down, we were allowed to check out the other wedding customs between the newly-weds, which was an eye-opener for me, the Foreign-Know-It-All-Who-Doesn’t-Know-It-All.

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“I’ll feed you if you’ll feed me” 🙂

The girls very happily briefed me on the wedding customs, so thank you very much for that. It all seemed so…different to what I’m used to seeing.

In Singapore, weddings are different…well…slightly.

See, customs (as apparent in Brunei as well) have crossed over, so even though it’s an Arab wedding, there’d be ‘traces’ of other customs and cultures as well?

If/When I get married INSHA ALLAH, I want it to be unique, a different experience for not just myself and my lovely, but my guests as well.

But that’s another story for another time 🙂

I love finding out the reasons/logic behind customs and traditions, you know? They stand for something, they mean something.

But I suppose the BEST thing would be to SEE the tradition/custom being acted out in front of you, and I got alot of that today 🙂

Yay 🙂

After the wedding, Bon dropped the Az-man and myself off to the mosque to quickly pray Zohor (thanks Bonster!) and then we went to WYWY for a drink (and some murtabak).

And CHECK THIS OUT.

They actually serve Gong-Gong at WYWY:

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*Would you like some cheese sauce with your Gong-Gong?*

Needless to say, I was laughing so hard at the restaurant. Not only do they name their deserts after cartoon characters (imagine an ABC dish…named ‘Ninja Turtles’) but now they have Gong-Gong, which is the most ambiguous name you could give for a dish.

And it comes with cheese sauce.

Even Met and Bon had no idea what it was.

So, wanna know what it is?

Check this out:

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*Sea Snails!*

We studied that last year 🙂

Minus the cheese sauce.

After WYWY, we all went for some ARCHERY and I have to say, it’s one of the most AWESOME things I’ve done in a while.

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*The Range*

I couldn’t help but feel transported back to my Police training days. But of course we used guns instead of bows and arrows.

The sight of a paper target at the end of the wall was something I thought I’d never see again.

And I’m so happy I was wrong 🙂

Whilst I was a Marksman with a gun, it’s a completely different ball game with the bow & arrow. It’s SO awesome.

As I pulled the bow-string to my chin and I aimed down the sight, I couldn’t help but be transported (again!) to the times of the ancient Islamic wars that I studied about so long ago.

Archery has its roots in Islam as well. Back during the Prophet’s time, it was considered and promoted as a hobby and skill.

I felt so Arab 🙂

Though I reckon the Arabs back then would do a heck of alot better than my sorry self:

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*Yay!*

I have to admit, the sound of the ‘thunk‘ of the arrow into the board is one of the most satisfying sounds I’ve heard in a while.

Met did the best I reckon, got like 2cm shy of the bulls-eye. Good job bro! Wong Dynasty yeah?!

Kutz kindly shot my target for me too…twice 🙂

Bon was the BEST though, as he considered the pillar as a target and shot that instead.

Nice one Bon.

You sure showed that pillar who’s boss 😉

After all that fun, we prayed ‘Asr and then Bon and Met showed me around Seria!

Wow!

A whole new world!

It’s really an eye-opener (seeing as how I have 2 eyes, Alhamdulillah, I’m allowed to use the word ‘eye-opener’ twice in one post).

The landscape and sky was very different from Bandar.

But the smell of processed oil was inescapable.

Went to the beach behind OGDC, killer view during sunset.

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*What’d I tell ya? Killer view.*

After that we all called it a day (or night as it were) and headed back to good old Bandar.

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A fun day, Alhamdulillah.
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I’d like to take this opportunity to thank Siti for taking the time to invite me to her wedding; without which I wouldn’t have discovered the beauty of Seria.

I pray that you and Arsul will always be happy Insha Allah, and that rezki will come your way with no problems Insha Allah. Will pray that your children will, Insha Allah, be of the best Muslims and that they will make you proud Insha Allah.

May you have a wonderful and beautiful ‘happily ever after’.

Ameen.

“The greatest thing you’ll ever learn
Is just to love and be loved in return.”

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And I shall be patient Insha Allah,
Until it is my time to learn.

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Stay safe everybody!

And always eat your Gong-Gongs!

Aman

At First Glance

Posted in Funny, Islam, toe patrol on March 7, 2008 by smoothcriminalmagic

Salaams all!

I just got back from the masjid earlier.

Any dude can tell you that it can get a bit dull, sitting in the mosque listening to the sermon. I try my best to zone in, but seeing as how the sermon is in Malay, and seeing as how my Malay is close to laughable, zoning in is a little difficult. But I try.

But no one can argue that the boredom gets to you. Once in a while, you’d catch yourself daydreaming, drawing useless figures and shapes in the carpet or wondering what you’re gonna do when you’re done with prayers; the odd habits men do during the sermon.

I have a weird habit during Jumaat prayers. I know alot of men have weird habits during Jumaat prayers but I think mine’s exceptionally unique 🙂

I count toes 🙂

Well, not like continuously. I’m not like Rainman or anything.

See, ever since I was little, I would glance at and observe people and what they were doing. During that glance, I would only catch a glimpse of their feet and it LOOKED like they had 6 toes!!!

WOW!

I had to double check, and recount them…oh no, there were 5.

Whew!

So you see, that habit has stuck until today, to constantly check that everyone in the mosque…or at least in my field of vision, has 5 toes on each foot 🙂

One Friday, I was still rather young, whilst sitting in Masjid Omar Ali in Bandar, I was on ‘toe patrol’ as usual – glancing around, making sure that all was in order and that everyone had 5 toes on each foot.

Until…

I perchanced upon this gentleman…who, at first glance had 6 toes!

“My bad,” I thought, I knew that if I were to count again, I would be wrong.

I counted.

Still 6 toes.

“No…I must be wrong”, I thought, after all, my maths was pathetic.

I counted and recounted.

Still 6 toes.

It then dawned on me…

The dude really had 6 toes on each foot…

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*Looks like 5 toes at first glance*

It was surreal.

Look at it from my point of view, for YEARS I would be counting toes (ok, that kinda sounds sad…) during my toe patrol and I would ALWAYS think that the dude had 6 toes at first glance, but it never turned out to be so upon re-counting it…

But now…it’s like, it’s like a nightmare come true! And no matter how many times I counted and recounted, the 6th toe would not go away!

I felt like I had to do something!

Report this to someone!

This wasn’t right!

Call the Police or get the Fire Brigade or something!

Should I donate money?

Ok, slow down Aman…

I then did a double take…

I sat there…and checked myself out for a minute…

I’m freaking out…because I saw a dude that has 6 toes on each foot…(how sad can you get right?)

Besides, the guy doesn’t even look BOTHERED by the fact that he has 6 toes on each foot.

He’s just sitting there, chilling.

Maybe it’s ok?

Maybe it’s a gift?

Or…maybe…maybe it’s a superpower…?

Ok, maybe not, but think about it.

We’re all special somehow…some are kinder than others, some are more sincere than others, some are hairier than others (grins proudly), some are more understanding than others…and some have…more…toes…than…others.

It has to be said that alot of our ‘specialties’ are hidden within and it sometimes takes many many years before we find that special ‘something’ in a person that makes him/her unique.

Sometimes it takes only a few minutes after knowing someone.

But for some, their specialties are on the outside, for all to see. It serves as a reminder for US to be thankful for being…what we consider…normal.

Some are blind…some are deaf…some are mute…and some, have 6 toes 🙂

It doesn’t make us any better than them…but in my opinion, it makes THEM better than us.

Why?

Such ‘specialties’ humble you.

Because you know you’re different.

And if one man is more humble than the other.

Then he is the better man…no matter how many toes he has.

Because remember, on the Day of Judgement, God will look at our character and WHO we are and WHAT we did…not how many toes we have 🙂

Needless to say…I made it a point to give salaam to that 6-toed man after the prayers, all those years ago.

He returned my salaam.

Ever so humbly.

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Stay safe everybody,

And count your toes for me, so I don’t have to 😉

Aman