Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Saturday, 7 December 2013

Why am I born?

Assalamu'alaikum wa rahmatullah


This is actually a Tamil poem... You certainly cannot call yourself a Malaysian if you do not know some Tamil apart of other languages surrounding you, haha. At least you can count from 1 up to 10 in Tamil.

  

All those fetuses are not sinned. 
Who are you and I 
to find a fault in?

A hole in the bamboo stick
Brings out a good song.

Even the clouds turn dark and black
to bring the rain back
for survival of crops and
for survival of mankind!

A hut in a village
Green trees lined up by the river
And there lived people
that are open and innocent...

Āriro... Āriro... Ārariro..

In the sound of the banyan tree
Everyone in deep sleep
Earth is so far away
And who would know the reason?
Why are you born? Why are you born? Why are you born?

Why am I born?
Why did I open my eyes?
I do not know

In God's creations
Anything is beautiful and
Your eyes won't know that!

Who would know?
What would they say?

Why am I born?
Why did I open my eyes?
I do not know...

Vali (T.S Rangarajan; 1931-2013)

Sealed with prayers for mercy, peace and love, amin!

Saturday, 23 November 2013

Watan

Assalaamu'alaikum wa rahmatullah

I am just lazy to check the other site. So, I would just dump everything here. This patriotic song is from Nigina Amankulava from Tajikistan. The song is about motherland and it is in Persian language. Persian is not only used in Iran but also in Tajikistan which is a Turkic name for Persian people in Central Asia. There is a small pocket of Persian communities in Southwestern and Western China.. The majority of those in Tajikistan are Sunnah Muslims of Hanafi jurisprudence while those in Western China are Isma'ili Shi'a Muslims (Nizari Imami branch).

 

Watan surudi ishq tu
Zi qalbi man sadā kona
Daro na hāyi mehr tu
Marāzi gham rahā kona
Watan libā-e-zindagi
Watan nabā-e-zindagi

Watan umedu ārzu
Watan safā-e-zindagi

Watan tu jism jān-e-man
Zamīn-e-man zamān-e-man

Tu mādari ya gānayi
Azīz meherbāni man

Watan tu soya bar sara
Tu mehrumo hu akhtara
Surudi mehrate watan
Babahru barhame baram

I guess if you know Urdu, then you can also understand some of the lyric because Urdu also consists words from Dari (Persian), lol. I can understand some too but I just cannot fluently speak in it, haha.

Sealed with prayers for mercy, peace and love, amin!

Monday, 13 May 2013

If the Doors are Locked

Assalaamu'alaikum wa rahmatullah


Long time haven't check this site. I went for a training at the KL Airport Services Sdn. Bhd. for two weeks before resigning because I found that I have problem with the security pass. It is quite complicated because I worked in the airport in 2005 and I quit from the service with the department there without returning my security pass to the security department. I just sent everything including the security pass to my employer at the Malaysian Airport Berhad building.  They did not help me but maybe dumping everything because they do not like our colleagues. Let me explain clearly so everyone know what happened in 2005-2006 at some department in KLIA. Well, not only some but from every departments, haha...

I was a Mandarin Chinese translator and interpreter before being a student in the Universiti Sains Malaysia (USM) as respected brothers and sisters had seen in few posts earlier. Most of my colleagues which formed the group of translators there were of Chinese descent and they are non-Muslims. Only I am a Muslim and a "non-Chinese" ethnic in the group but because I did not mingle with those officers so they assumed that I am a Chinese and a non-Muslim.  Well, actually tried to talk with them but they seem like cocky so I just stay in the boundary that I had.

I always think it is weird for people to think that I look like a Chinese. I am more to a Central Asian in my appearance than to Oriental looking. I also speak in Northern Malay dialect fluently and Southern Thai language. Even I know how to curse people in both of the languages, hehe. That is the specialty of people who are born in the Northern Malayan states. 

When we finished our term, those silly workers in the department were so happy because they were afraid that we would be competing with them if we filled the SPA8 form to be permanent worker. For me, I have the STPM (A-Level) certificate which would elevate me to higher office if I apply for the permanent position. One of my colleague, Mr. Saw applied for the permanent position but at that time he was 24 years old and already with a Business Management degree from the Universiti Malaya. He was elevated to the M34 position in government service and sent to the federal territory office. Lucky him, haha... I did not know that I could still continue my study even when working as a government officer so I accepted the offer to further for a bachelor degree in humanity department at the school of translation and interpretation in the Universiti Sains Malaysia. Mr. Saw had tried to persuade me to be a co-partner with him but I was not smart enough at that time. I thought that education matters since I had seen those O-Level "officers" behave like immature little kids. Well, yeah they joined the department just after schooling times because their parents work there. Kabel banyak dema itu, so they could secure a job... Tanya sana itu saya punya bapa, tanya sini itu saya punya mak cik, hehe...

Back to the quitting job story, I was kicked to several places just because of the security pass issue. The old office that housed me as their employer said that the administration system there was changed few years ago and the old chief is now retired. I would have to go to the federal territory and asking for the letter of resignation because I left the department without any resignation letter. Well, I did not know about that. I was 19 years old at that time. Nobody gives me any training about the job and my rights as an employee. It is not easy to go though all the bureaucracy in the Ministry of Home Affairs so I just wrote the letter of resignation and apologized to the company for their willingness to hire me though for only two weeks and without any payment. Maybe I am not lucky, that's all. Just after I quit I was so depressed because I think that I can not move on with life like this. My father is still there, a paralyzed stroke person could be in that condition for several years to go. It is painful not only to him but also to those besides him, i.e me and my mother. I also have to sacrifice myself though I am a male who supposed to go to work and maintaining the family. 

Owh yeah, before I went to the job offer as the Customer Service Agent at the airport services office, I applied for steward job in a hotel and was called for interview but my elder sister said that it is too low for me. Washing the dishes is not suitable to an undergraduate. Then, what should I do? I actually did not care about that because I simply wanted to maintain a "healthy life". Being jobless actually is not healthy because we have no mobility and it is almost no different to those in the dark alley looking for some money to move on. When we do not go to work, many people say things to us because they do not analyze the factors that make an undergraduate have got no job. Sometimes, it depends on our luck too and nobody wants to know the reasons when we are interviewed because they just wanted to know whether we are useful for the company or not. They should not boast to people simply because they have secured a job and talking like there is no Supreme Lord or the God. 

One of my acquaintance had tried to help me in term of financial but I refused. I just told him to make some donation around or to anyone that he see supposed to be helped and just imagine that he is donating to me. Right now, I am jobless again and trying to study Usuluddin, Sharia, Arabic and Persian with materials that I already have. Besides I am also learning the tenets of Shi'a Muslim belief and practices but not because I am interested to be a Shi'a Muslim. I am a very loyal Sunnah Muslim and a proud Hashemite where I keep the dignity of our larger clan for prophet Muhammad s.a.w as our earthly leader.

It is simply as a sign of good will to them as a brother in Islam and humanity.  I do not like to entertain the blogs written with hatred posts to others because I believe that Allah the Highest is protecting His Divine Path. It is not the job of human-being to act like a false god. Writing or talking to approve or to disprove others are not the way to unite people. It is just a way to show off and getting attention so that we would be recognized as scholar though people would say, maa'shaAllah... subhanAllah... you're right brother... you're right sister.... This is what has been mentioned in the al-Ghazali's literature known by the title, Ihya' 'Ulumuddin as lying in the name of the God. It is also a breach of Covenant with the God where ones speaking the Name of the God in vanity.

At this time I suppose to walk to the mosque and bringing with me my Quran. I try to memorize the Quran again and afraid that some surats that I had memorized will be erased from my heart. If I can not be a practicing missionary, I could still be a qadhi or a decision-maker. Maybe there would be some silver lining for me in the future only the God knows.

It reminds me to this line of poem by an honorable Yemenite Jewish Rabbi, Maran Shalom Shabazi in Judeo-Babylon Aramaic and Yemenite Arabic though he is a non-Muslim which means: "If the doors of the fortunate is locked to you, but the doors of the Heaven is always open. The Creator reigns Supreme and is higher than the angels and all with His wind will rise"... It means if there is no mercy left in this world, but the Lord is still there observing us....

Maybe I should write again this poem for fun and thank you for viewing. I am sorry if I did not respond to some emails but I appreciate my brothers and sisters love here, hehe : )

Sealed with prayers for mercy, peace and love, amin!         

Thursday, 15 March 2012

等死


我花了我的一整生命,等待死亡
我為他的計劃,我希望他,我夢見他
當我老了,住我的生活
自己反鎖在此塔扔掉的關鍵
我祈禱死亡,這樣我就可以停止等待
我的頭髮變得灰色,我的骨頭變弱
死亡潛藏黑暗的陰影
但他仍然不會來
然後我決定把我自己的生活,而不是
由於死亡是不是還跟我來
我會來找他
我從我的塔跳下降落以下
但我覺得無痛苦,從致命的
落下
我回到我的塔再次嘗試
我肯定有做錯
但是當我到達塔頂,我發現我的錯誤
一具骷髏坐在我的老搖椅
我的皮膚和靈魂離開了久前
我花了這麼多時間,等待死亡
在年底,我錯過了他的訪問

- Silent Dreams

Tuesday, 10 January 2012

My Teacher

Assalaamu'alaikum wa rahmatullah


Mere daachi de gal vicch talliyaang...
Mein tha peera manawaanna, challiyaang...
Shaanaa waleyaa, peeraa...

Around the neck of my camel, bells are hanging freely...
I am going to convince my teacher...
Highly reputed teacher...

Peera ho peera... Peera ho peera...

Mera haath ka thoraa hai, manga tha...
Mera peera waleeyeng naa, rawaa tha...
Shaanaa waleyaa peera...

A begging bowl is in my hand...
My teacher is a friend of the God, I am asking (for lessons)...
Highly reputed teacher...

Mere haath geere diyann, dhoothiyaang... 
Mera peer sacchaa tay main jhootiaang...
Shaanaa waleyaa, peeraa...

The shackles of my hand got cracked...
My mentor is true but I am far away from that...
Highly reputed teacher...

Peera ho peera... Peera ho peera...


* Make sure our teachers are memorizing the Glorious Quran, practicing the Sunnah and living in compliance to the Sharia Islamiah before we learn something from them. No need to worship them or praise them like a god but just be respectful. The real One who Provides knowledge to us lowly creatures is the God, He is the True Possessor of knowledge and great wisdom. Islam is the Middle Path and the Nature. May everyone be blessed by Allah, inshaa-Allah.

Missing Allah, Glory be to Him!


Sealed with prayers for mercy, peace, and love, amin!

Wednesday, 30 November 2011

但願人長久

Assalaamu'alaikum wa rahmatullah

Video courtesy of musicboxforever

A bit secular post, hahaha. Never learn Chinese formally at school but I understood this poem, haha. I think modern Chinese sometimes is blurry in my head because we developed our version of Chinese here despite of other Chinese communities surrounding us who also have their own kind of Chinese. Sometimes I just use Chinese in writing but speaking in other language like Japanese do, haha. Even in certain extent, I didn't speak Chinese to avoid dialectical problem while other counter-speaker is still speaking in Chinese. My ex-colleague, Amir doesn't like Chinese too. He thinks that Chinese speakers only mingles around them and not so smart (look pathetic). However, this pathetic guy was also his classmate and his homie (I am also his fellow Kedah compatriot who speaks in Kedah Malay). Sometimes I just speak Chinese to make sure fellow Chinese friends feel comfortable with themselves and respecting them.

 明月幾時有 把酒問青天
不知天上宮闕 今夕是何年

我欲乘風歸去 唯恐瓊樓玉宇
高處不勝寒 起舞弄清影 何似在人間

轉朱閣低綺戶照無眠
不應有恨何事長向別時圓
人有悲歡離合 月有陰晴圓缺
此事古難全 但願人長久
千里共嬋娟

我欲乘風歸去 唯恐瓊樓玉宇
高處不勝寒 起舞弄清影
何似在人間

轉朱閣低綺戶照無眠
不應有恨何事長向別時圓
人有悲歡離合 月有陰晴圓缺
此事古難全 但願人長久
千里共嬋娟
-  蘇軾

Hurmm, listening to the poem actually made me think that when we meet people around, we will also have to say farewell. I actually hate the fact that we just know everyone for a while and later go on separate ways after we introduce ourselves to each other, that's why I feel difficult to make friend with others if the time is so short because I am not an easy friend nor easily making friend with people around. Perhaps this poet also feels the same :'( However life is short. It's a test for everyone. Ya Allah, wa malas nak pi kelas isokk (I am lazy to go for class tomorrow, dear Lord)!

Sealed with prayers for mercy, peace, and love, amin!

Friday, 8 July 2011

You are the Peace that I am longing for

Assalaamu'alaikum wa Rahmatullah!


Only You are the Peace that I am looking for... You are my beloved.... Sanu ik paal chain aave, sajjna tere bina... Ho saada kalleyang jee nai laggna... Sajjna tere bina...

Kise daa yaar na pardes jaave... Vicchoda na kise de pesh aave... No ones love shall ever perish... None shall face the pain of separation... Ho sanu ik paal chain aave... Peace only can be found before You...

Rog vijog te sog hazaara...  Sajjna tere naal... Illnesses, separation, and thousands of pain... Only for You, my Love... Ho na bhaave roj qayamat...

Hoke, haade, hijar te athroh... De gya yaar sogatan... Pain, sorrow, and tears of separation... These are the gifts You had given to me...

Mud naa aaye dil te mehram... Beet gaiya barsaata... The rainin' season has gone away, it shall never come back on heart... dear confidence...

Raati main jagaawa diva hanjuaa de tel daa... I lit up the candle with oil of tears in the night... Haye o Rabba sajjna nu chheti kyun nahi melda? O God my Love, my beloved... Why can't You make me see You soon, my Love?  

- Ustad Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan

Sealed with prayers for peace, mercy, and love, amin! 

T T

Tuesday, 5 July 2011

100 Words Praise to Honor Sage Muhammad s.a.w

Assalaamu'alaikum wa Rahmatullah!

While doing some boring reading on my research topic, I managed to clicking here and there in the search engine on Muslim news since my research is about Muslim in British Isle but I stumbled at a website which is called the Muslim Observer and founded this 100 words praise honoring sage Muhammad s.a.w. It is claimed by someone from Taiwan as issued by the emperor Hongwu of the Ming dynasty around 13th C. 
 
Since the creation of the universe,
Heaven has already appointed.

As a great saint preaching the faith,
in the West he was born.

To receive the holy scripture,
with thirty part book,
as a guidance for all creatures,

King of kings,
leader of holy ones,

Through divine support,
protecting his nation,
with five times daily prayers,
silently hope for peace.

With heart toward Allah,
empowering the poor ones.

Save them from calamity,
sees through the unseen.

Pulling souls and spirits,
away from wrongdoings.

Mercy to the world,
walking the ancient crowned Path.

May evil being vanquished by the One,
pure and true teaching.

Muhammad, the noble precious one.

The picture in the site shows that the poem was erected around 2004 in a mosque in northern China. I don't really care on what is the religious status of this emperor because it's just a name or whether he is the one who produced this poem. Many believe that emperor Hongwu is a Buddhist or a Taoist. 

However, Hongwu was just a peasant who became an emperor and modern China has no feudal system, hahaa. Many people never declare what is their religion. The name of the religion is not important in the statement in documents compared to our faith, practices, sincerity, and devotion toward Him.

This poem seems quite nice for a person who is not creative like me. It also has philosophical values. There was also a Sultanate in Southern China called as Pingnan Guo which was located in Western Yunnan established in Qing dynasty by Yang Xiu or Sulaiman bin Abdul Rahman. It was there for about 16 years before the sultan was beheaded by central power in Beijing.  

Anyway, this poem is some excerpts from our exploration of China's empire history. It was a land full with mysticism and attracting the attention of Europeans to explore it since previous centuries. Of course ancient China is different from nowadays China. World is evolving and it will evolve until the Resurrection.  

Salawat on the noble prophet Muhammad s.a.w and his companions and his family. Sealed with prayers for peace, mercy, and love on brothers and sisters in faith, amin!!! 

Thursday, 2 June 2011

Around the Corner

Assalaamu'alaikum wa Rahmatullah!

I am not really a poem type of person because my writing isn't so good. But sometimes I do love to browse on others' poem and reading them for pleasure. Although I do not really have close friends around in my neighborhood as I am a 'gypsy,' and I don't really mingle closely with people around me due to that I have this feeling where I am not going to maintain any close relationship with others due to that every meeting would also be accompanied with farewell.

I would assume the Lord as my foremost important friend amongst all. Our patriarch Abraham had also been known as the companion of the Lord, so we as his few thousand years descents would also try to approach the Holy Lord so may we get His assistance when we are in difficulties. However the Lord would never be a vanished friend because He is living without any changes.

This poem is titled Around the Corner written by Henson Towne. It tells us about a vanished friend. Let us enjoy his writing, maybe it could inspire us in our daily life. And if we have a good or close friend, be sure to appreciate him or her when they are around. We would never find such a good friend like him or her if we lose them.


Around the corner I have a friend
In this great city that has no end.
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.
And I never see my old friend's face,
For life is a swift and terrible race.
He knows I like him just as well
As in the days when I rang his bell,
And he rang mine.
We were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
"Tomorrow" I say "I will call on Jim."
"Just to show that I'm thinking of him."
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner!-yet miles away,
"Here's a telegram sir-"
"Jim died today."
And that's what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.
 

This poem reminds me of my only friend during I was in standard four in Ahmad Tajuddin, and he is known as Saiful. He was the one who approached me and talked with a silent boy from KL who had just registered into the school and alone. I could say that he was my best friend after that but as I had implied before maybe time is changing us. 

This friend of mine is still alive anyway trying to establish connection with me again and maybe had been engaged to someone now because he messaged me last time. He even invited me to his engagement but I have no time to attend the engagement ceremony at his house.  I would like to express thanks to you for not forgetting me in your important matters.

And I am sorry friend for not congratulating you, even now I do not know what happened to myself after long. Maybe I am feeling down due to that I do not live like others and thinking that I am not normal. I had even thought that I had something wrong in my head too but I guess that, it is just us who makes it feels like that. 

Maybe it is the environment around changing me too or I am afraid of saying farewell to others so I would just feel comfortable not being attached to anyone except for the Lord. Many would say that this is an act of a coward, but I would never care now. There are many factors but what I could say if I hurt you, dear friend? It is my fault, not of anyone. I am just a guy feeling down of myself. Anyone would feel like this when they are facing unstable circumstances in life anyway. And I hate facebook or other social network sites.

May the Lord bless people around me no matter if they know me or not. No matter they are my fellow muslim brethren or non-muslims. Sealed with my prayers for peace and love.    
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