Assalamualaikum. Akhirnya saya berhujung minggu di Plymouth. Sudah lama tak merasa bepergian ke carboot. Baru hari ini selepas berlalu 3 bulan.

Semalam bumi Plymouth dilembayungi malaikat. Ada kuliah ilu dijalankan. Tentang sejarah. Tentang manusia. Alhamdulilah program semalam boleh dikira berjaya. Bersyukur semuanya berjalan lancar. Dapat feedback yang positif dari kalangan peserta. Penat namun seronok.

Sunday 11th:

Morning dew. A flowery scent of spring being inhaled. Golden ray reflected on our happy faces, penetrated into yellowish asian skin, providing vitamin D. I woke up with a fresh spirit, a motivated one. Sent my guest by cab, she needs to go back to Southampton and have better jobs to do. Things that I bought at today’s carboot

• single duvet cover for 2 pounds, and 2 pillowslips for 1 pound from makcik garang.
• 2 bekas kuih raya for 50p
• 5 children books for 50p
• 2 mirror frames for 1 pound (many like it)
• 1 album-cum-picture-frame for 50p (very nice, like IKEA one)
• kitchen knife for 50p
• 2 CDs for 1 pounds 50

  England jersey for 2 quids

Balas dendam dah lama tak pergi carboot. Hari ni terlalu ramai orang di Stonehouse sebab carboot di Plymouth Argyle Stadium tak wujud. Masa kami sampai, beberapa pemandu kereta menunjukkan rasa kecewa. Sampai di Stonehouse, suasana macam pasar Ramadhan kat Malaysia. Huih. Mujur hari ini saya berasa berani sedikit dengan anjing. Kalau tak dulu, pernah menangis dan melompat kerana takutkan binatang yang garang itu. Huhuh. Sekarang ainee dah berani dah… (senyum)

Saya ucapakan kepada diri saya “selamat menjalani jadual yang padat selepas ini dan sila buat assignment 3K words itu” Repricado!

PS:islamicbookclub sedang menawarkan postage percuma kepada warga UK. Rebutlah peluang ini, apa lagi!

It’s a commercial aired in the Middle East reminding what the Quran has said about gossiping about others behind their back.

“O you who believe! Avoid much suspicion, in deeds some suspicions are sins. And spy not neither backbite one another. Would one of you like to eat the flesh of his dead brother? You would hate it (so hate backbiting). And fear Allah, verily, Allah is the one who accepts repentance, Most Merciful” (Al-Hujuraat 49: 12) (more)

Assalamualaikum…..
hehe saje mnyemak dkale sdng smak nih..huuu
sy suke bercerite mngarot tp malas membace tp suke mngire….hak2
cte sy hari ini *rombongan sek2 yo ke gotem city*……
Ndak d jd kan cte le kan….sek2 yo nie sume nk g gotem city……pas2 besiap lah derang 50 org 2 nk g gotem city…….ade yg nk bwk banyok dwet la…nk pkai bju lawo2 laa…..mekap tebal2 la….yg p melenggng pong ado…….mcm2 sek2 yo nie…..
pas2 nk g 2masing2 nye kendraan,,….gilo…ade nk belari je…..ade nk nk supebike……nk bawok kto lori skali pong ado…..koyal2 blako sek2 yo…..dah l jauh xhingat nye gotem city……..berpuluh2 ribu lemen gigameter dah…..amek mase 30kuase due darab 4 bahagi 8 kamirkan terhadap 2 dan 19 dan kemudian punce kan 7 tahun lame nye nk sampai ke gotem city 2…….
walopon bg2 xde yg lbe bes lg drpd sampai ke gotem city.. …hak2 smngt tol sek2 yo……
nk cte psl gotem city nie……org2 dlu2 punye dlu2 dah tahu doh….punye le hebat nye gotem city……..tp 2 ah gambo xde……cte ade…hak2
cte nye gotem city ade betmen la……awek comei2 blako la……..mcm2 lg lah….muhahhaha
2 psl nok g 2 sek2 yo……..xkire jauh ke lame ke…..hape ke…..xkire sek2 yo(blom gerak lg 2) hak2………
pas2 keesokan hari nye,,tpat pkl 9 32mnt 3saat……make belepas le sek2 yo 50 eko sume nye……
ngn sendri nye transpot ah……
dalam pade i2…..
“kadir…….ko nampak jenifer dodol x??” tanye man kt kadir yg sdang kusyuk menunggang kude bersendirian…..
“ooo die tgh wat dodol laaa…..dodol die xsiap lg….so die malas joen kot”
“siotttt….ko gerak dlu ah kader….aku gerak sok ke”kate man yg lbe tringt kn dodol jenifer……
rupenye xckp 50 ke…..kire yg g skang 2 kuase 2 darab 24 bahagi 2…….huuu
pas2 cte psl Ben…..die ngn sek2 evo6 die rempit dluuu…perghhhh xhingt….membe dahhh
eh ade gak membe nk tman die nek sekete……wommm laju mcm lipas nek evo….
so?? Ben equal to…………………..pas2 ntah k mne die
aaa yg sek2 yo yg len nek ade molek jln samo2 begelak tawo bergumbira sambil makan kue tat yg shasha wat sendri…..xsedap pon makan jele,sian shasha dah wat dok……
pas2 setelah 4abad punce kuase 14 perjalanan……….
“weeeeeeeeeeeeehhhh……lihat nun d kiri ku d kanan mu…ade tol nk masok high way nk g gotem city ah”..kate wliam yg sdang nek beskal tue taya depan xde brek….brek taya beskal 2 dah haus sbb lame sgt pejalanan kot….hak2
“aa ah la….lets take the high way guyzz….”kate pak ketam yg koyal ckp omputeh…..mentang2 le die slalu tgk cte omputeh……huh
“isk tok seh aku…..mu nok g,g ah seko mu tokyah ajok aku…aku ganah jln bawoh sudoh” hohoho ganah tol takuya c hidung kemek…..
“aku rso taya pecah k hape ke kat hgh way kang…xkonfiden ah nek high way” kate serena yg nek kete sorong…….die rase mcm taya kte die 2 dah lame xganti kot….

hmmmm 2 be continue ke?? isk segan ah nk cte panje2….karang or xsuko kito susoh hati pulak….erk akhr kate andai tulisan ku ade mngaris2 perasaan ke hape ke,ku pohon dlu ampun maaf……ape yg d critekan adelah rekaan smate2 xde kaitan antare kacil atopon monyet mahupon buaye…….
dan yg paling penting skali ampun sbb penyalah gunaan bhs yg amatlah banyak skali…..
sesunnguh nye hambe ini xpandei bm sgt……tp pandei maen bola…..sape nk men we??jom…hak2
ok wasalammm…

Lately my schedule is crammed and hectic. There is no time to be wasted doing useless stuff. Now my life is full because I know what is the purpose, I’m living. I feel bored no more. I feel that I don’t have much time to do my things. I feel stronger and my mom said that I’ve grown into a woman. Changes happened, yet I am still me. It’s my own choice and I am responsible of my own actions. Return to Allah everytime, anyhow. Because with him I found happiness in vain, peacefulness in daily business, always reminding me of my actions. Educate me with good attitudes (akhlaq) and train my stubborn heart to be patience. I feel blessed, in Islam.

Have a look at this writing, and think:

Blog Saiful Islam

Wish us safety for a journey seeking knowledge.

Alhamdulillah they arrived in our college at 12 noon-ish, safely. Looks like they are tired but they seemed happy. Oh, want to show you some stuffs that my adik brought from Malaysia, sampai patah2 beg dia exceed weight limit. Inilah barang nya:

On the bag: Belilah Perisa Tom Yum!!(Buy the tom yum flavour!)

Sempat Promosi Tahun Melawat Malaysia 2007

Slurp! Sedap hingga ke titisan air Maggi yg terakhir

I had a good talk with my Mak today, and learned a lesson;

“Lebih baik hilang orang yang sayang kita (atau orang yang kita sayang) dari kehilangan kasih sayang Allah.”

PS: Lebih best dari skrip filem “Kisah cinta” kan?. Ahaks. I know~ =P

Yesterday, I received praises of my first ever public perfomance. I recited and received applause and praises later. Quite proud of myself. Will update later insya Allah. Need to go to Devonport, for Big Art project (affliated with Barefoot Project, Plymouth). Wassalam.

I still remember Wan said “If we choose this path, it’s not that easy”. And yes, I’ve witnessed the uneasiness of the path that I chose today. Alhamdulillah, we are not alone and if we do it sincerely for Allah, there’s always Allah’s help. I felt so relieved, when a friend sent a piece of tazkirah (which was sent to everybody as well, but coincidently, it’s apt to the situation that I am encountering). I do not have time to write more about it as I have limited time for blogging right now but Hanis said that I really should record it in my blog while it is still fresh. So, here’s the chronological order of the things that happened (wish I can write more in detail so you guys can have the idea, more realistic situation and put yourself into my shoes):

-When I was explaining about the prophets in Islamic history, there’s a guy suddenly yelled at me, his face was in anger, and said “do you know what you’re talking about? do you know that jesus is son of god? why do you keep calling him the prophet?”. I was definitely shocked. No one, ever, in this country said to me in that kind of way. All eyes are staring at me. Even the kids muted. I told him that “this is what we Muslim believe”. He replied “then why don’t you just say that is what Muslim believe?”. I replied “I did say this is what we Muslim believe”. I repeated twice, and the direction of hand gesture to my breast. I kept on going (cause I know the kids are waiting for me to finish the story) but in shaky voice.
-A man suddenly stopped us, outside the museum, talking non stop, talking about the history of Latin, Romans and Islam has conquered etc, keeps talking non stop, trying not to let us to interfere and did not listen to us. We were late for our train and I told him that we’ll look for the info later, as we really need to catch the train. I said in nice way, I even laugh. But still, he wasn’t seem to stop. So, alhamdulillah, later our friends came and explain to him, and we managed to escaped from the man.
-My second post, of this blog (check the archives please if you wish to know), has mentioned that ‘i wish all the people in the bus are racists as i can get a seat all to myself’. and guess what? the bus is packed today and no one dared to sit next to me. and guess what? i had a lovely sleep on bus as i was so tired (of crying and talking).

my first experience. all happened in the same day. Dear Allah, I know this path is not easy because I know the reward, your heaven, is absolutely a bliss.

Kepada yang berminat dengan projek ini, boleh memantau butiran lanjut mengenai projek ini di link> http://azharahmad.com/project/.

3 minggu rupanya saya meninggalkan Plymouth. Kali ini berjalan tak terasa penat. Sebab ada hala tujuan, ada niat dan hati yang redha. Semasa di Dublin, saya dapat tahu ahli keluarga saya meninggal. Adik (Pakcik laa) bongsu sebelah emak saya hantar SMS. Saya tahu lambat. Handphone silent. Saya baru bukak seusai jemaah subuh dan ma’thurat. Saat hening pagi dan dingin Dublin yang menusuk tulang, air mata suam mengalir di pipi. Saya sedekahkan yasin dan al fatihah kepadanya. Semoga Allah mengampunkan dosa-dosa dia (Umi Salmah Bt. Ibrahim Asta) semasa di dunia. Teringat benar kuliah tarbiyah ruhuhiyah ustadz Muhaimin, saya redha pemergiannya. Tanda dia sudah naik level (macam dalam game pula), ke alam baru, iaitu alam kubur. Teringat pula skrip ustadz:

Ustadz: Siapa nak masuk syurga?
Audience: (Ramai-ramai menjawab) Nak!!
Ustadz: Siapa nak mati?
Audience: (Ramai-ramai menjawab) Tak nak!!
Ustadz: Lah, kalau tak nak mati, macam mana nak masuk syurga?
[Kemudian ustadz Muhaimin meneruskan kuliahnya tentang mati dan peringkat alam roh manusia]

Adik kepada emak saya, allyarhamah dulu lebih berpengaruh ke atas diri saya berbanding dengan emak saya. Itu kisah dahulu. Saat hati masih mentah. Akal pun tak berapa panjang. Terasa hati sebagai seorang perantau. Cuba call rumah. Tiada orang angkat. “Duh, mesti la diaorang kat kampung”. Roaming di Dublin pula tu. Cakap pun seminit saja.

Saya redha pemergiannya, ke alam yang baru. Tunggu turn kita pula.

Places that i went to, chronologically:
1- Land’s End
2- Bath
3- Bristol
4-Coventry (PMS: 22-27 Dec 2006)
5-Birmingham (The Beeches)
6- Southampton
7- Portsmouth
8- London
9- Dublin, Ireland.
10- Cork, Ireland.
11- Galway, Ireland.

Alhamdulillah, the journey is meaningful. Not a temporary enjoyment. Purely satisfied. Thanks to Allah.