Tuesday, October 09, 2007

Art & Islam

In conjunction with Macquarie University's Islamic Awareness Week...

There will be a talk tomorrow on "Art and Islam". The speaker is Peter Gould, a Sydney-born designer. He is passionate about "contemporary graphic design, art, photography and the rich visual & spiritual traditions of the Middle East. His travels and studies throughout the region have inspired a unique cultural fusion that is reactive to a world of misunderstanding".

Do see his website which features beautiful samples of his works.

Date: 10th October 2007
Venue: W6B 325
Time: 1-2pm

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The talk on "Terrorism Around the World" today was okay. But I still think that it is a rather ineffectual way to get the message across. You could say what you want in a lecture but people would not be so easily convinced. People are more influenced by the everyday actions of the Muslims around them no?


Friday, September 28, 2007

16 Ramadan dah

Last night, Unit 38 held iftar jamie. Thank you guys!! The food was delicious. The menu was:

-Kari Ayam
-Daging Masak Merah
-Murtabak
-Agar-agar
-Puding Roti
-Shepherd's Pie
-Sarawak Telur (I hope I got the name right...)

urm... tak berapa nak dapat praktikkan "Increase Faith, Not Weight" tu... *sheepish*

Tonight, it'll be our turn (unit 82) to host the terawikh and witr prayers. Durra cleaned the house inside out this morning. Jazakillah Durra! Sorry we weren't much of a help.

Today is already the 16th of Ramadan. Time does fly huh?
I've been feeling a bit under the weather this past few days. Have been troubled by the:

-yet-to-be completed assignments,
-feelings of homesickness, and
-the unaccomplished Ramadan Resolutions :(

14 more days to go. Hopefully, I'll get my act together in that space of time, iA...

On another note, while waiting to break fast the other day, we discussed about Raya preparations. We have set the menu as well as the Raya cookies we are going to make. We are to pool together some money to buy the things we'll need. Thus, Nisa volunteered to be the treasurer.

Then someone said (identiti dirahsiakan): "Mana boleh Nisa je yg ada jawatan. Kitaorang pun nak jawatan jugak".

So, after much lively debate, here are the full list of the committee:

Bendahari: Khairun Nisa
Setiausaha: Majidah
AJK Makanan & Tatarias: Syajaratuddurrah
AJK Logistik, Peralatan & Hiburan: Ana Shirin
AJK Teksi & Kebersihan: Rosyada

I don't mean to sound power-hungry... but AJK Teksi???

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That, ladies and gentlemen, is a short snippet of life in Unit 82 :)

Apa-apapun, kita puasa dulu ek?

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Selamat Berpuasa

Ramadan is finally here :)

Semoga kita semua dapat memanfaatkan bulan ini dgn sebaik-baiknya. Amin...

Sunday, September 09, 2007

Ramadan Reruns & Seasonal Muslims



Ayat-ayat Cinta

I received the book from my sister through post three days ago. I made up my mind to read it ONLY after I’ve finished my two assignments. Both assignments are due next week. But I succumbed to temptations and started reading it yesterday. And I’ve finished reading it today. I’ve done little else but read the book all day long.

Ayat-ayat Cinta.

The book that I first heard of last July. I saw my friend reading it. The title piqued my interest. The title sounds like a chick lit. A chick lit of the Malay kind of course :p

“Why is she reading this book?” I thought.
It’s just so uncharacteristic of her to read such books.

Turns out, Ayat-ayat Cinta is NOT a chick lit. It’s of a completely different genre. In its cover, the novel proclaims itself to be: “Sebuah Novel Pembangun Jiwa” (!)

The book was a phenomenal success in Indonesia. It was reprinted 11 times as of 2006. Malaysia soon caught on the hype. It was first released in Malaysia in 2006 and has since been reprinted three times.

With lots of excitement surrounding the book, I naturally had high expectations of it. The author, Habiburrahman El-Shirazy was even coined “HAMKA kecil”. I, being a huge fan of HAMKA’s classics, just had to read the book and judge for myself how true the comparison is.

My verdict? I personally think that HAMKA is still unsurpassed. His works evoked much stronger emotions in me. But this is not to say that Ayat-ayat Cinta is not good. It is - just not in the same mould as HAMKA.

In the introduction, Hadi Susanto posts a question: “Ayat-ayat Cinta: Novel Budaya, Novel Keagamaan, atau Novel Cinta?” I think that Habiburrahman El-Shirazy manages to make the book serve all three purposes.

It’s a Novel Budaya because it convincingly depicts Egypt - its climate, people, customs and mores. It also realistically depicts the lives of the Indonesians students there. Like what A. Samad Said commented: “Maka itu, tidak membacanya seperti sengaja melepaskan peluang untuk mencium bau, merasa iklim dan memahami gerak hidup insan Indonesia baru di luar dan di dalam negaranya”.

So true. There were times while reading the book when I wished I was a student studying in Egypt as well. That’s highly unlikely. So I fervently hope that one day, I would at least be able to set foot in Egypt.

It’s also a Novel Keagamaan. There are numerous references to Quranic verses, hadiths and Islamic teachings. But these references were inserted judiciously which prevented the book from being too ‘preachy’.

Lastly, it is also a Novel Cinta. The protagonist (Fahri) is in a quandary; he has to choose amongst four women. Yes: FOUR. A friend of mine has a problem with this. To quote her: “Mana ada lelaki yang semua perempuan suka kat dia”

She has a point but Fahri’s character is believable to me. So, I have no difficulty imagining four (or more) women vying for his affections.

My measure of how a good book is how long and deep I think and mull over it after I’ve finished reading it. And also how strongly my emotions were evoked while reading it - how drawn I was by the story.

My writing this review with such diligence should give you an idea of how good I think this book is.

What struck me the most is Fahri’s character. It’s truly exemplary how determined and devoted he is to his commitments. He would strive hard to achieve what he promised himself/others to do - even if it means toiling through an unbearably hot weather (40 degree Celsius) or even when his health does not permit him to do so. He’s also super organised. He actually carries out what he plans to do (unlike me... huhu). No procrastinations nor a lazy attitude.

He’s also ambitious and forward thinking. He has a 10-year plan of his life. I think I should have that too instead of going through the motions day by day and aimlessly go where the winds pushed me.

I think I also need to be more ambitious. Unlike most people that I know, I don't have a plan to do my Masters and Ph. D. I just think that I’m a lousy student. I love going to lectures and learn from my brilliant lecturers but I HATE doing my assignments. 2000-word essay pun susah nak buat… inikan pula 10,000-word dissertation???

But, I need to change that mentality.


Acquire knowledge because doing so is good
Seeking it is worship
Reviewing it is glorifying Allah
Researching it is Jihad
Teaching it to the ignorant is charity


Further, I cut out a picture from the SMH last Saturday. The picture is of the Palestinian students celebrating their graduation from the An-Najah National University in the West Bank City of Nablus. The picture is titled “Degrees of Pride”. It’s truly inspirational how these people managed to graduate even under extremely difficult and challenging circumstances. What's preventing me from achieving doing as well?

So, that’s what I got from Ayat-ayat Cinta.
Those who haven't read it are welcomed to borrow it. Tapi make sure assignments dah siap ye...

Friday, August 31, 2007

W A N I T A

When I was a kid, I used to grudge and envy my brothers.

Boys, it seemed, could get away with ANYTHING.
They could do whatever they want AND they are exempted from doing housework. A gross injustice!

I particularly thought that it was unfair for guys to eat first during kenduri such as doa selamat when they didn’t even lift a finger to help.

So, I grew up thinking that the world’s unfair. Males are preferred and valued more than females. Being a female just has too many disadvantages.

Gradually, I began to realize the truth. Women are NOT inferior to men – women and men are EQUAL. Men and women just have different roles in life due to their different psychology, physiology and biology make-up.

I’m actually writing this entry to talk about women’s self-respect (or the lack of it). Islam has put women in an honourable position. Really, it has.

Why then do women do not respect themselves?? It saddens, grieves and angers me all at once.

Why do women have to display themselves so?
Tak malu dengan Allah ke? :(


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Just a forwarded e-mail I'd like to share...


My Dear Muslim Sisters,

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. 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.

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.

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.

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. 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.

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.

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. 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. 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.

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. 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. 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.

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Kepala besar

RS: hasnor tahu x ada buku salah faham ttg Islam kat musolla?

HF: yeke?

HF: wahh..

RS: a'ah

HF: besnye kalo leh terangkn yg tuh kt org

HF: tp cm bahaya je

RS: syada ada pinjam bawak balik tp kalo hasnor nak baca dulu ...

RS: sbb syada x abis lg buku tariq ramadan

RS: huhu

HF: takpela syada..

HF: sbb byk buku tak abes lg

RS: tu la

HF: iA bile sume dh abis mintak kt syada, ok?

RS: ok

HF: lgpon terasa la.. syed qutb ckp dlm buku petunjuk spjg jln

RS: dia ckp apa?

HF: sahabat2 dulu belajar quran bukan setakat nk tambah ilmu, so that derang boleh berlipur lara, etc.

HF: tp derang belajar utk melaksanakan benda tu, utk buat

RS: ouch!

HF: so, kalu boleh nk amalkn apa yg tau btul2

HF: b4 tambahkn lagi dan beratkn lg kepala

HF: ouch jugak!

HF: mcm analogi kepala besar tu la..

HF: kaki kecik, hehe

RS: agak la

Thursday, August 02, 2007

Blood Donation Drive

Kawan2, mari kita menderma darah...

The Australian Red Cross Blood Service mobile unit will be at Macquarie University from Aug 8-10. The mobile unit will be at the SAM Building Atrium (below the cafeteria).

On the day of donation please ensure that you have consumed four glasses of water or juice and a good sized meal in the few hours before donation.

Donors must also weigh at least 45kg and feeling well on the day :)

Wed, Aug 8: 11.15am - 4.15pm
Thurs, Aug 9: 11.ooam - 4.15pm
Fri, Aug 10: 9.45am - 3.00pm

Remember: your donation can help save three lives.

"it takes someone special to give blood"

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

After Melbourne

My last semester at Macquarie Uni kicked off yesterday.

I'm quite psyched about it. My lovely winter vacation has certainly rejuvenated me - not just physically and mentally - but spiritually as well :)

On a more sombre note, yesterday, I've gotten to know that my brother Erwan's house was burgled. Burglaries are so common in Malaysia now that you hardly bat an eyelid.

But this burglary is slightly more chilling. The burglar leveled his knife to my 10-month old niece. He also left a message to my brother: "Tuan rumah jangan nak berlagak"

Huh?? berlagak?? Apa kes??
I've never been to my brother's house in Kuching but from the photos that I've seen, his rented house looks very modest. It doesn't look remotely luxurious.

I felt so angry and sad. What's happening to Malaysia?
Crimes are so widespread and common that you don't feel safe anymore... not even in your own house :(

Tetiba rasa takut nak balik Malaysia hujung tahun ni... huhu

Monday, July 02, 2007

Stranded

13:45, July 2, 2007

I'm supposed to be on flight JQ1 right now.
And that plane is supposed to take off for Melbourne at right about now.

But I'm not on that flight. I've been transferred to another flight that does not leave for another 3 hours and 25 minutes.
Why the deferment??

Well, I happen to leave my PASSPORT at home.

Yes, my PASSPORT. Can you believe it?? Out of all things, I had to forget to bring my passport. So, for security reasons, I can't board my original plane as it departs from the international terminal. I had to catch a plane to Avalon that takes off from the domestic terminal.

Right now I feel like Tom Hanks' character in the movie 'The Terminal'. I've been stranded only for a while but I'm bored out of my mind. Travelling alone is so not fun :(

So, a little humble advice to all:
The next time you're travelling somewhere, and people start to ask you "Do you have your passport with you?", don't get all exasperated and irritated. Just check again and reassure them. Because though it might sound implausible, some people do forget to bring their passport - as I myself know only too well...

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Jesteru kesulitan merupakan kesempatan emas untuk semakin mendekat kepadaNya, menjaga diri dari berkeluh kesah, bahkan jesteru menggesa diri untuk tetap membantu saudaranya yang lain yang lebih membuntuhkan...