[Disclamation: This has nothing to do with hepipel]
Some people want us to be happy
But many people give us hurdles towards the road of happiness
Like Mother Theresa said
If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous;
Be happy anyway.
Sod off jealousy and sadness.
Let me be happy and make my own decision to be happy.
(A modern version after Robert Frost’s)
Two lanes diverged in a PLUS highway
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one driver, numb my foot
And looked in front as far as I could
To where it goes at the exit.
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was bright and more cars;
Though as for that the passing there
Had sworn them really about the same.
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no tyre had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two highways diverged in Malaysia, and I–
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.
The eyes catch the mistakes
The hand corrects the mistakes
But the heart does a healing.
(^_^)
Time flies
Hair gets longer
Judgement is much wiser (hopefully)
Body gets taller (or fatter, in my case)
Skin has become much wrinkled
Memory decays
Another 22 days in here. I’m going to miss this place. It’s almost two years I’ve been here. So many things happen. I can’t believe I’m almost at the finishing line of my degree. I can vote for general election. Time flies really really fast. How much time do I have left really? It’s a way of saying, death is nearer. Scary huh? When thinking of death and be reminded of our sins and our sins to other people. So how?
‘The heart becomes rusted
like iron in water.’
When asked how to banish this
corrosion, the Prophet replied,
‘Remember death frequently and
recite the Qur’an.’
HADlTH OF AN-NASA’l
ON THE AUTHORITY OF ‘ABDULLAH IBN ‘UMAR.
(Monologue: Great. I haven’t gone back to Malaysia yet, and I already speak Manglish la kan~)
/swt
To all forgotten victims of Rimba Jaya
Jungle of victory it is
Of unclean water source
Of uncomfortable nights
Of demolished houses
Of tears in nights
Of pains and human rights
Of refugees in own democratic country
Of the piece of land you’ve fight
That has become a bomb site
Oh, D day is nearer. Today is already fifth of November. Anyone remember?
(Bonfire and the cold night will make the autumn happier)
We always see things in colours
We colour-coded people
We distinguish tube lines with colours
We painted our walls and ceilings with colours
We are coloured.
I am not sure whether I do it right
I am not sure whether this is what I want to fight
I am not sure if this will make me happy
I am not sure whether it will be the ending of my story
I am not so sure
I am blur.
Nurul Aini Adnan,
Plymouth, 1 October 2005.
———————-
I read tinkerbell’s piece and it touches my heart.
Apabila salah satu pintu kebahagiaan tertutup, yang lain akan terbuka
tapi lazimnya kita akan memandang pintu yang telah tertutup itu terlalu
lama hinggakan kita tidak nampak pintu yang telahpun dibukakan untuk kita.
So, happiness comes to those who are seeking for it. Let’s heal our heart.
Sajak:Rumah kecil
Keluhan seorang teman
“Rumahku ini kecil
dan tidak cantik”
Jawab rakan lain
“aku bersyukur jika
rumah sebesar ini
dan secantik ini kumiliki
di syurga nanti”
Adapted from Izani H.D’s poetry.
Buat: Nurul Aini Binti Adnan. Salam sastera. Muhammad Haji Salleh. 17.05.07
Alhamdulillah. This make me happy. You are always my hero Ayahanda.
Semoga saya menjadi golongan minoriti yang menegakkan dunia sastera Melayu. Ameen. (eh, doa untuk diri sendiri. Doakan saya ya. Hahah)
