Careless Morning

Assalamu'alaikum wa rahmatullah

I lost my phone last Friday (23 August 2013). I took the bus in the morning to go for my office and the phone slipped out without I even notice it. I just realize that I lost the phone after I reached my station (desk) in the office.

Well, it is not an expensive phone anyway. I bought the phone like five years ago and it was RM90 at that time. The model is Nokia 1230. It has features such as alarm clock, calculator, flashlight, date, time, text message and I could receive and make calls with it. Pretty convenient for a gadget-blind guy like me, haha. I am more concerned about the contacts that I have in there. I have lost brother Idris Xian and brother Yunus Kai Huang contacts which makes me so sad because I wanted to go for a visit in China someday. I am trying to save some money so I could pay a visit to our lineage centers (mosques) in North-West and Central of China.  

I thought of buying a new cellphone but I think that I could not find the old model nowhere here. Fortunately my eldest sister offered me her E71 Nokia to me since she has a new ipad. It is more than enough for me and I am learning how to use that phone. Although the keypad is quite tiny but it is better than the touch screen phone since I could be more clumsy at it. She gave me the phone two hours ago. I could save the money for more important things and thank You... Sigh fyuhhhh ~

I did nothing when I lost the phone though I was so sad. I just managed my breath and saying the litanies as much as I can so I could be more relaxed. I received emails from my friends complaining that somebody used my phone and sent them ridiculous messages. I simply told them that the number is not mine now. The phone was slipped in a bus that I took and maybe someone had found the phone. And he was happy to know that the phone is working with some credits left. So, he just luxuriously using it without considering to send it to the driver or those who could be reached by the phone owner when he tried to trace it.

Just after the time out, I took the bus and went right away to the shopping complex at the maxis center to close the SIM card account. Then I just had to register it again with the same number. They said that the old SIM card would be ineffective and that is a relieve for me. The charge was RM10. I performed the 'Asr prayer service and saying thanks for all the deals working on smoothly and since I could not find anyone to treat so I treat myself with Thai Green Curry rice at the San Francisco Coffee. I did not know that I could make a request for a vegetarian curry. I thought that it is simply a menu served just like that. The Nepali waiter told me that they could change it for me if I do not like the chicken but I think that it is impolite so I just ate whatever that I could take. I noticed that they keep staring at me and smiling among themselves. Then, I remembered that I had forgotten to take off my prayer beads from my neck and I know I look like a Central Asian which is also a feature of Nepalis and Western Chinese, LOL. It was so embarrasing... hahaha....

I have a test to join the Translation Institute in Wangsa Maju and I could only reach the interview if I pass the test. I do not know whether I should feel worried about it but I feel nothing, haha. Maybe I had gone through bitter experiences being jobless for a long gap of time. Feeling down and hapless. It was like, quoting my colleague's word of wisdom... Marry the shit and feels like crying no more. I read about a Chinese man of Central China living isolated in a cave. Perhaps I would be like him if I have nothing to tie me around here. I do not like to be around people and I feel uncomfortable. The authorities there diagnosed him with intermittent psychosis because he is naked and leaving behind everything for a primitive life 50 m above the ground. I do not know whether this is normal or abnormal but there are Naga Sadhus of India who are naked and living isolated in thick forest. They only show themselves during the Magara Sankranti festival and baptizing themselves in the Ganges river. There were also Jain monks who are known as Digambara of Southern India and they wear nothing.

Ow, yeah... How could I forget this. I would be graduated from my graduate studies in the 20th of September 2013. However, I still have to correct the grammar of my thesis, facts, and few other important elements. The coordinator told me that I should be able to send it by 6 September 2013. By 9 September 2013 I should have my thesis printed and doing the binding before dumping it in the school's thesis shelves.... 

And that is one careless morning.... : ) 

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

Bully Cases in Religious School and Traditional Madrasah

Assalaamu'alaikum wa rahmatullah!

 Infamous madrasah or dumpster with rooms in huts, Yan district of Kedah. Students live like hermits unlike in SBP or MRSM, haha.

I had accidentally read news in MyMetro, though it's not my favorite paper as it has also many obscenities and ridiculous stuffs but this issue really caught my attention. First of all, I would like to express my sympathy to Mr. Muhammad Asymuni Ilyas who is injured in the pondok where he's studying since 10 years ago and to his family. According to the news, he has several injuries at his spine and heel. It is believed that he was pushed until he fell down from the first level of a building in the school compound. The man is also a person with different ability and it is a disgrace to treat him like that. Students there was said as lying to the family when being asked, they said that the student fell down himself. I wonder whether those students who had treated the student badly had been educated by their family well or they were sent there by parents as a dumpster? Kenapa jadikan sekolah agama dan pondok sebagai pusat pemulihan akhlak? Kenapa jadikannya sebagai tempat yang hina, saudara-saudari saya? 

My experience that made me feel deep sympathy to this guy and other students who were bullied is that last time, I had a fight with my dorm mate while I was schooled in Perlis private religious school. Nobody in the dorm helped me to stop the fight, and after that I was also condemned and boycotted for helping another unfortunate student who was boycotted by other student. After that I have the grudge to people of my own religion (Islam). I don't want to talk with them, I hate my dad and family for listening to elders sending me there and guess what happened later? When I returned to my grandpa house one day, I had coincidentally listened to Buddhism teaching by a guru aired by Southern Thai radio station and began to visit Buddhist temples, getting sai sin string tied at my wrist. From that time I slowly and silently learning the religion until I silently profess my faith in Gautama Buddha as my protector teacher, responsibility of dharmma, and monastic community when I was 15 in front of Buddha image that I kept as reminder that I was a Buddhist in my wallet. At 15, I had problem with school too, where my mum transferred me again into a religious type school but that one is registered in Selangor under JAIS supervision. I hate Muslim at my young time and it continues until I was 17 years old of age. I refused to bow down to the God, I didn't want to believe His existence, I hate to listen to people reciting Quranic verses and I mocked them because I didn't believe them to be 'true' since what I had seen had giving impact, it shaken the faith of a young kid... I failed my SPM and later I wanted to die and fasting like lord Buddha Gautama without any water nor food. Only after a point I began to realize and getting my awareness. And it start again with my pilgrimage to holy Mecca with mum. She cried a lot for me and wants everything better for me although her choice sometimes constraining me. She loves me, I know that and I guess that is why my sisters are envious to me too but I believe she loves everyone. Only she doesn't know how to express it. She's just like few Chinese or Vietnamese mothers yang cakap macam nak gaduh dengan orang although she's not a Chinese nor Vietnamese.

From the news report, the father of the injured and disabled man said that, nobody from school administration nor any student come to visit him. I am not in Alor Setar right now, but if I am there I would certainly visit him and asking him to pray for me and everybody for Guidance and Success. In my point of view, this is one of the thing that I regret in Malaysian society in general. The question posed here is, you people assume that religious education as dumpster, right? It has no value compared to science stream or any other 'critical' streams in school education system, right? You will send your useless, lazy to study kids, or kids who do not excel well in "academic" studies to those private dumpsters, right?

For village folks, perhaps religious school or madrasah is something for you to take pride on your offspring while you don't study yourselves and you didn't educate or placing emphasize about religious awareness on your child since their toddler time? So that, you may show off to other village folks like your relatives, neighbors or your friends? If in registered religious school, those who do not excel well would be sent to lowest class (shari'ah) and being offended with bad remarks even by teachers of other streams...

I wish Peaceful Saturday, Yomus-Sabt as-Salaam to brethren from the branch of sons of Jacob and Isaac and also to Samaritans, may you benefit from your Torah and scriptural studies. The Samaritans indeed were nobler than everyone else : (

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