Have you ever seen war movies or heard stories of epic battles between good and evil? Well in all fact, it does not matter between what and who. You see soldiers lining up in the front line waiting to charge against their enemy.
This post has nothing to do with anything, and I am not writing this in bid to ask you to go to war or even to fight anyone. I just write this as a tribute to those has stood in the front line of battles, be in any battle of any time and for any cause.
Imagine if you will what that warrior must have felt whilst standing there. Waiting for the order to charge, knowing deep down in their minds that they, might die here this very day. But they have no time to feel fear, for if they do, this very feeling that makes their body tremble, could be the death of them. So they bury their fear deep down inside, and prepare to fight.
To fight to survive, to fight to live, to fight for the right to walk out of this battle field as the victor and to fight for their cause. This brave humans standing, hoping, fearing and dealing with things that most of us will never get a chance to do, that most of us would never ever want to do.
Many soldiers fight, because it is their job to fight. They were trained to fight, but every once in a while you'll hear the story of normal citizen having to take up arms to defend their homes, families and everything they love against the evil of tyranny. These men are braver than those of a soldier, for they were not trained in the ways of battle, but they stood and fought anyway because they have to. To these men I solute their bravery and I will hope if this task is befallen to me one day, I will pray for courage to stand my grounds when the day of danger truly dawns.
The moment of battle
by Me
I stood in line against the evil of men,
I could see the enemy in front of me,
no mercy they shout, so none they will give,
Their eyes of anger ready to kill.
I stand in line with my people and my brothers,
We fear death, and we do not want to die,
but to do nothing against evil is worst than death,
I am no soldier, but a man but a poet.
But words could not defeat this enemy,
only strength and faith,
words could not save me from this tyranny,
only my strength and my faith.
I could feel my sweat drips down my neck,
I can feel my heart beats as fast as a drum,
I could feel my feet getting lighter,
I could feel the tension in the air.
I see my leader in front of me,
I could see, more soldiers behind me,
the only way out now,
is by death or victory.
Our leader raise his hand,
and we stand ready to run forward,
I could not contain this feeling,
Will I see my wife tonight?
Charge!
Wednesday, 28 November 2012
Happy Birthday Dear Sultan Pahang
Have you guys checked out the birthday celebration forSultan of Pahang which was done in the UK? If you have not here is the clip.
Congratulations to the Sultan for his achievementof living for 81 years. May Allah SWT bless you with a longer life or may you live forever. I am somewhat disappointed by this celebration, but I can't say that I am surprise. What is it can I do, I am a mere peasant, and him a sultan. Our prophet Muhammad SAW said, never to oppose a leader, as long as he still pray or fast during Ramadhan (Our Prophet was talking on Muslim leaders leading Muslim countries).
I
had written earlier in a subject that I had posted on the 16th of
November 2012 about the purpose of our Kings and of the sultans. They
are first the leader of our Islamic faith and second the symbol of our
Malay race. Yet in the video of the celebration I had just shown you, he
neglected his faith and his religion. And I will show you why (if you
don't already know):
First
the dressing. Have you seen an Indonesian king? He in any celebration
private or public he would wear a full traditional uniform. Why? Because
he is the king, the symbol of the Indonesian, and the figure of his
people, so he would dress as his people would expect him to dress in
Indonesian, a traditional one I might add. That is a nature of the king
and also a Sultan, but not this sultan apparently, for he would prefer
the western tuxedo, he wants to be like the English royal family, well
bad news sir for you are not one of them.
Second
his son, his only son speaks in a British accent. A long time ago in
Turkey in the old days after the crusades about 1600s the Sultan went to
a Greek city of Smyrna to negotiate a treaty between his kingdom and
their city. He to show good will to the Greeks went there himself to
negotiate. He sat there with the council to negotiate, and though he can
speak Greek perfectly, he chose to use a translator. When asked why, he
said that to these western people, I show them that my people and my
race are not afraid to be ourselves. But of course not all of us could
become as noble as this particular Sultan. Wait a Sultan means in Arabic
noble, power and authority. Well I guess it does. Even though he is
only a prince, he is still a Malay prince not a Britsh wine.
Thirdly,
I guess I missed the part when the Islam banned drinking alcohol but it
is alright if you're the Sultan. Wait, I remember now, there is none.
So how could you be the leader of our faith when judging by the way your
son was dancing (a bit tipsy) and the way it was going on I say your
faith is moving towards another religion there chief. Of course I was
not there, so i have no right to say anything on this matter. Maybe the
were all dancing to a humpty dumpty song or playing some innocent game
or something like that. Well you be the judge.
Fourthly,
how could you as a Sultan throwing all that money around for a birthday
in the UK (what's wrong with Kuantan or Cherating?), while your people
in Pahang is still regarded as the poorest state in Malaysia. LYNAS have
to give your state money to support them, and you are there in London
(I think) dancing and lavishly burning your ka-chings away on a party.
It does not matter whose money it is. It really don't it could be his
money, it could be the government's (if it is, it is actually OUR's, the
people!) but as the leader of the state you have to do all you can for
your people. It is not right that the people should serve a leader, it
is only right that a leader is to serve the people.
By
which acts that I had just mentioned to you, by right it demotes him
from the throne and the title of Sultan. But all Malaysian know that
there would be no way in hell that this is going to happen. He is the
SULTAN! For we should fear him, for we should respect him for we should
bow in his presents. I am telling you now Malaysia GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF
YOUR ASS! This is only one Sultan and his party footage got leaked out,
what to you the other eight of them do?
But I am only one writer, I could be that I will get arrested after clicking the 'publish' button on the top of this page. I need you, Malaysia. All of you the Malays, the Chinese, the Indians and the rest of us. To stand up together. They are the ones that divides us apart. They spend out hard earned salaries to but things that they don't need and go places where they should not really go to. The build a palace that looked more like a multipurpose hall. for RM 2,000,000,000 of our money. That money could be use to stabilized our economy, to give us a better future, or pay our national debt which is about RM 3,000,000,000,000 (a lot of zeros, I am a financial student). It could help feed the poor and the helpless, giving them better homes and etc. I could have been to tighten our defense as I was in the National Service and as what they had shown us of our national arsenal, we would barely survive an attack. The list is endless.
Open your eyes Malaysia, before it will be shut forever.
To end this post, I wrote a poem called 'Ampun Tuanku'
P/s: Ampun Tuanku is what to be said before talking to the Sultan. It means, forgive me my lord. Beribu-ribu ampun means a thousand apologies. Tuhan is God (as the Malay word for God and lord of the sultan is very close and almost sounds the same)
And mother if you are reading this, I am not afraid, for as promise by Allah SWT, the truth will prevail.
Saturday, 24 November 2012
Call to Arms
This a call to arms,
gather soldiers,
time to go to war,
this is a battle song,
brothers and sisters,
time to go to war.
That line was taken from a song called 'Vox Populi' by the bad 30 Seconds to Mars. Even though neither, Jared Letto nor his band is a Muslim (not that we know of), it fits perfectly to the point that I am trying to make in this post.
Recent days has bought terrible news to the world of Islam and those of the Muslim, that the Islamic country of Palestine had once again being siege and attack by the armed forces of the nation of Israel. The Israeli claimed that the purpose of such action, is based on their need to defend itself from the Abu Hamas' forces in Palestine. What's worst the world ate it up like a piece of chocolate cake but fail to taste the shit that contained in it.
It has forever been the objective, or the more dubious word 'agenda' of the Israel nation to eradicate the Muslim population surrounding the City of Jerusalem so that they could reclaim the former glory of the Jewish kingdom they had so many years ago. It was a period long before the time of Islam and of our Prophet Muhammad SAW.
What saddens me more about this situation, is that the Jewish nation of Israel take such action based solely in the belief of their religion. Although evil men are well evil, but it takes a lot of faith in you beliefs to be evil, and no matter how evil their acts could be, the Israeli are a stronger Jew compared to most Muslim being Islam.
We the Muslim people need to rally, in the name of Allah SWT and of Islam to fight against our enemies. We are not a violent people, and Islam only teaches us of peace, but If we are attack we must defend ourselves for there is a fine line between being peaceful and being a weakling. Islam only allows us to fight to defend ourselves and nothing more.
What kind of battle can we fight? What kind of battle can I, a blog writer from the suburbs of Malaysia, if the my government does not want to send troops? What can I do? Shall I stand still? No, a fight in itself has many forms. Other than physically fighting in the front line of the battlefield, we can pray. Fight for the Palestinians by praying for them, ask God to help them. Make them feel like they are not alone, help them in spirit if you cannot in physical.
Why should we fight? It is because we are the brothers of the Muslim in Palestine. Once a man has declared himself a Muslim, he has join in himself the family of Islam. When someone hurt your family, you too will feel this hurt. That is why as Muslims, seeing other Muslims in trouble we must do everything in our power to help them. How dare you buy a ticket to a concert, or a movie or an event as your Muslim brothers lye dead and starving and crying a world away.
Remember in the Quran (and as a Muslim we must believe in the Quran) in the Surah Al Nisa verse 75 which reads:
And why should ye not fight in the cause of Allah and for those who is weak, ill-treated and oppressed? Men, women and children, who cry: "Our Lord! Rescue us from this town, and the people who are oppressors;
And raise for us from Thee One who will protect; and raise for us from Thee One who will help.
Once their was a conversation between the youngsters of a Muslim and a Jew. The Muslim said to the Jew, "You know one day, the Muslims will come for the oppressors of the Jew and we will beat you and chase you out and you will run and hide. As you hide behind trees and stone, the trees and stones will shout out 'Behind me, lies a Jew in hiding." The Jew youngster replied, "I know of this story, for it is written in our books, but I am not worried, because those Islam that defeats us, is not of your generation. It is the generation of Muslims when their 'saf' of the fajr prayers is as many and as long as their 'Juma' prayers. See this is the point that i am trying to make, Allah SWT has already promise help for the oppressed Muslims yet, it is because of our lack of faith that is holding back the help from God.
Pray now my fellow Muslims and let us help our brothers and sisters who are suffering in Palestine.
I would like to end this post with a poem that I have read. It is actually from a lyric of a song, but what is a song but a poem sang in tune. It was written by a Palestinian, and I found it in a leaflet in front of the Quran class in Taman Tun. It is called 'The Letter' by Dawud Wharnsby Ali
You don't know me,
but I am your brother in Islam,
You'll never know my name,
Never know exactly where I am,
but I am a part of you,
and you are a part of me too.
One life saved is like all mankind
Sometimes I wonder,
about the people in the world,
So much wealth,
so many fist so tightly curled,
enough for you, should be enough for two,
One life lost is like all mankind.
You don't see the look of hate in the soldiers' eyes,
you don't see my sister cry at night,
you don't smell the garbage in the street,
and you don't know how very little food we eat.
Not a thing belongs to you or me,
It's all a trust from Allah 's rich bounty
the tree of greed grows from a seed,
that's planted when we don't care.
Do you know how it feels to walk for days,
do you know how it feels to sleep in the snow,
do you know what it really means to pray,
can you tell me why they took my dad away?
I don't mean so seem bold or to seem rude,
I'm not begging for your shelter or your food,
I'm just asking for you to care, and be aware,
at the very least pray for me.
Peace be with you.
Friday, 16 November 2012
The Pen is Mightier Then the Sword
In this modern age of information, words that brings meaning to thoughts are now at the end of their era, and are facing extinction. People are now more interested in pictures for they say that a picture is worth a thousand words. The art of poetry and the skill of writing is decreasing. The skill of taking a picture is more rapidly increasing. For this I cry myself to sleep, for no picture could match the beauty of a word.
No matter what people say, I still believe that words and ideas could change the world, and I will dedicate my life to trudge on the symphony of a language, and dream that one day I would write stories of beauty, freedom, truth and love that conspires in this world, for this will be my gift to the world, and with hope I end this side not, or just a small post.
Assalamualaikum
Tanah Tumpahnya Darahku
(The Land Where My Bloods Spills)
Part 2: The Empty Throne
In the last post I've said that the article 153, was a crutch that would help the Malays to walk, after having their legs cut off. Was it the British that cut off our legs? Or was it someone else.
All this while in the history text books of both public and private schools in Malaysia, thought us that it was really them. The British, The Portuguese, The Dutch and The Japanese was at fault. Their invasion and occupation of the 'Malay Land', was the reason why the Malays are left stranded out of the train of progress. Although I think that was part of the factor, I do not however think that was the main reason.
For the blame of our demise in the pictures of history was at best the fault of our kings and sultans. It is them who unknowingly, pull back the rest of us. It has been hidden from the facts of all the children of Malaysia. I blame them for what happened to us, and it is them that distorted the growth on my country and my beloved countrymen.
The first incident came when during the invasion of the Portuguese, that Sultan Mahmud Shah of the great Malacca Empire, fled the city, leaving his advisers to defend it, even his wife Tun Fatimah, lead part of the army to battle, but he himself fled to Johor. What coward of a leader. Then he later added insult to injury, as it was him who called on the Dutch to help him regain the City of Malacca.
When the British came many years later, they were only trading in Malaya, they had no real intentions of ever invading it. However the civil war that broke among the land, was bad for their business. Again it was the failure to apprehend this civil war which allow the British (under East India Trading Company) a way in our country. Looking for an easy way out of crushing the wars, the Sultan of Perak and Selangor called upon the help of the British in return for control of trade and port of their region. Why do we look up to these idiots.
In the state of Kedah, there was a power struggle with the nearby kingdom of Siam (now Thailand). The keep the Thai at bay, the Sultan of Kedah struck a deal with the British commander 'Sir Francis Light'. Sir Francis Light would supply the arms and means to defend against the Siamese, whilst in return, he would be able to take on a lease for the island of Pinang, for an amount equivalent to RM 10,000 today, paid to the Sultan personally and not the State of Kedah. He would also add on the contract that this deal will last as long there is the sun, the moon and stars in the skies (which means forever).
All Sultans of all the Federation states of Malays would then accept British residents in their court, which mitigate their power. This soon led to the installation of Governors of British in each state, signalling the official control of the British Empire on Malaya. All this not only the cunning plan of the westerners, but it was the leadership failure that made this possible.
Also in the text books they made out that the Johor sultanate was some what of a hero, for refusing the British rule, they were for a while, but then invasion comes in all kinds of form. For their bravery, the queen of England offered them her friendship. Being cocky (till now they are proud of this), they let up. First to the Chinese who came here to do business. He sold the mines, the tin mines that belonged to the people, to the Chinese, this was the huge source of wealth to the Malaysian Chinese (for the main source is that of their own skills, even as a Malay, I have to admit and respect this). They sold it for their personal gain, for the income like in Kedah goes to the Sultan and not the state of Johor. Then comes the biggest blunder in the history of Malaya, because of their friendship with England, they thought it would be best to sell to them, the island of Singapore. Imagine if you would if we still had Singapore or economy would be for better off then what it is today. (Both proceeds goes to build the KPJ group in Malaysia)
The conclusion that I am trying to make is that we should change the structure of this country and throw out these so called kings and sultans, for they are nothing but a burden to Malaysia, it's people and it's economy. They burn through our taxes, like a fire burn through hair. For example the new palace that took RM 2 Billion to build, it sure does not look like RM 2 Billion, in fact I would not say a cent over RM 24 Million. Then again who is to question them, it's their right.
The Main purpose of the Kings and Sultan, is to uphold our religious rights and act as the symbol of the Malay superiority, however that is a load of crap. I attended Kolej Tuanku Ja'afar, a prestigious private schools for rich ass brats, and I met a couple of the Sultan's kings. These people are suppose to be the symbol of Malays right, well to my surprise, none of them could even understand the Malays language, therefore how are they to act as our symbol. As for the religious part, I think they represent more of the Christians then the Muslims, by the manner of their behavior of the wild life. All of us know their stories.
How can these people stand for us, when all they do is stand for their own. I stand by what I said, they should be dismantled for the better of my beloved Malaysia.
I have composed a poem to help me put this post to a close.
The King is Dead
As I lay down my sights,
to the embodiment of my land,
They told me that God had sent,
us Kings to lead us to glory,
and save us from the struggling of poverty,
For a shock flow through me,
like a lightning struck,
for all that was true,
are now just lies,
For I discovered now,
that the kings from God,
had long since died,
and what remains are just,
imposters on the throne,
with their devil's eyes.
With that Assalamualaikum.
Wednesday, 14 November 2012
Tanah Tumpahnya Darahku
(The Land Where My Bloods Spills)
Part 1: Article 153
Malaysia is the name of my country. We are a peaceful and unified country. This land was the territory of a race of my ancestors called the 'Malay'. Thus all names that has been associated with this country, has the word 'Malay' in it. We are a tropical country located along the equator line. The foreigners of the west loves to come here. Not just because of our weather, but also because that this country of Malaysia, is rich in history, our political stability is the best in South East Asia, and our currency is cheap. How ever the main reason I think is because of the peacefulness of our country.
How ever as a Malaysian, I believe their is something that is not right with this country. Corruptions are high, the economy is not doing so good, but we are led to believe that it is on the up and up. The racial harmony, no matter how well we get along according to the government, there is still a big barrier in between the races. Public service is one of the worst I've seen in any country, yet we are paying a bomb on taxes. The media are one-sided, and we have a Prime Minister's wife who think she's the empress. One minute, we see and empty space the next, blocks and blocks of building are being built. The cost of living has increased, yet the average salary has been the same for the last 15 years. Crime has hit the charts up high. I remember when you could bet that nothing bad could happen, but now before you walk to your car, please look over both shoulders so that no one is following you. Now, I'm no expert but even I can smell the foul air that has been developing over here in Malaysia.
We are living in an age of reform, and it is imperative for us to remove that which destroys our nation. For the main problem is the corruption that looms large in our society. I admit corruption is a problem worldwide, but it's visibility level in the nation is at a very bad rate, then something most be done. However I have not yet come across a solution to this matter (other the gather all and shoot them).
There are two things however I would like to impress on. In order for this country and her people to progress, 2 main reform must take place. One is that the dismantlement of the Malay 'Special Position' as on the constitution (article 153), also demolish the King and Sultans of Malaysia.
Malay 'Special Position' Article 153 of the Constitution
When the British administration left the Malay Federation in 1957, they left the country in the ethnic diversity that they had created which divided the three main race of Malaysia (Malay, Chinese, and Indian) by the way of their purpose for their administration. As a result, the Malays who were given a mediocre status by the British, was at a disadvantage at that time. Through the 'Reid Commission' the article which will be known as article 153 was drafted to preserve the rights of the Malays, indigenous people of Sabah and Sarawak, and the Aborigine people of Malaysia. Although it was drafted in 1957, only in the 1980s that the more affirmative action was taken to put this article in effect, as a result of the 1970 economic reform.
This as a result got many Malays up on their feet so that they too could prosper in their own country. It is not just that, all Malay companies and corporation was given an advantage, by this article 153 to ensure that success is available. This article act as a crutch for the Malays who legs were cut off, by whom? The British, well not really but I'll get to that some other time.
Now it is the year 2012, and the 'special position' article 153, is still in effect. They always would say that 'too much of something good is bad.' Well that is right. The Malays has become dependent on this article. They have become lazy and ignorant to the fact that this article is what is holding them back rather then pushing them forward. In all views of the Malay race has become complacent in our struggle in our place in this world. I would also like to point out (and I would probably get arrested if they read my blog, because to question the article 153, is to commit national disturbance), that even with this extra advantage, with this boost or leg up by the constitution, the Malays are still behind. That is just how bad this 'special position' is. "We Malays are minorities to the Chinese in our own country," is my argument in this matter.
Also because of their comfort that has be indulge by this article 153, the Malays are blind to the fact that the Chinese and Indians who are Malaysian, are denied certain right. They suffered because of our laziness. This is wrong, even in Islam this is wrong. Even the Prophet Muhammad SAW did not deny the equality of the non-Muslims in Madina when he ruled there, and who are we to deny the rights of our brothers and sisters of Malaysia. This would be the main factor that we must abandon this article 153.
The people who are protected by the article 153 are 'Bumiputera' which mean 'Children of the land'. If we follow by the literal meaning of 'Bumiputera', by that definition, the Chinese and Indians too should by right enjoy this privilege. Sure in 1957 not all Indians and Chinese are born here, but now that is not relevant, for all of my Malaysian friends, be they Malay, Chinese or Indians are born here, and their parents were born here, and their grandparents. Therefore they are 'Bumiputera'. As for national Icon, people like Dato Lee Chong Wei, Dato Nicol Ann Davis, Dato Michelle Yeoh and Dato K. Rajagopal, who we all celebrate at a Malaysians are not given rights as a 'Bumiputera', yet they rose to the occasion to carry our nation flags and name among the world's greatest. Yet we isolate them with our article 153.
The Malays need to take a 'leap of faith', and throw away our 'special position' not just because it would be fair to the other races, but also it is the actual reason that holds us back from our achievements. It dampens our senses and made us slower, weaker and above all lazier and more complacent.
Monday, 12 November 2012
When You Open Up Your Mouth to Speak,
Could You be a Little Weak
If we look closely in this world, there are many things that would be evident to the existence of God. The science of nature for example, how the rain works. It is a matter of science which can explain how the rain works but it take a divine power to actually make it work. The beauty of nature which only God, have the power to mold such things into order. The life that walks through this world. No science could create such things as a living organism. How can you say there is no God, when no human can create life form? We do have a creator.
Although many creations of God enhance my believe in the one God Allah SWT, I can tell you know that His greatest creation of all would in fact be women. Masyaallah, they are the best thing that He had ever created. When I see human of the female gender, I'd say "Allah Maha Besar" (God Almighty). No man, no science or no knowledge could create such a creature.
A women is the most important being in this earth and no one can deny. This world might be dominant by man, as some would say, but be that as it may, it is the women that sets man in motion. All man strive for success, and they do so to get women. If there is no women in the lives of men, there will be no need for us to strive in life.
A women is soft and sweet on the outside, though they are tough as iron on the inside. In a world of the survival of the fittest, they survived even though they might not be the fittest. They are able to absorb all kinds of pain inside them and they would never show it to the world. When they finally shed a tear, no one knows that she did. They are far superior to man in ways that no man could imagine.
Every female is special in their own way. There is none that are not capable of this great feat. Their beauty are not skin deep, for every women, hold a strength that we have no idea how much. Their sadness is much more sorrowful, their happiness is more joyful, their hope is much more stable, their anger is more wrathful then that of their male counter part.
Have you ever see a girl crying over the trouble of others, why? It is because ( I think), that they when you tell a sad news to a guy, he can understand it, but from an outside point a view. A guy would sympathize with the bad news but a girl, she empathize with it. She feels it as if it had happened to her. Masyaallah.. what greatness of their ability.
That's why, when you are intrusted with a girl, as a lover, a brother, as son or a father, it would be the greatest honor that will ever be bestowed on to you. It is an 'amanah' (trust) that is given to you by God, Himself, and you must care not to break His trust, by breaking their hearts.
I as a single boy, can only look to my mother as an example. She is the greatest women I know. I know she nags a lot, but despite all the wrong doings that I have done, her spirit never breaks. She is always prepared. She give hope to my father to carry on leading my family. She bore me and siblings. Which in turn who bore my nephews and nieces. From the eyes of my mother I came to understand as best as I could (for guy would never understand this, it's in our nature) the strength of a women.
I am a man, I am not gay nor anything. I write this post because most men, do undermine the greatness of a women, and even though I could never understand them, and sometimes get angry at their logic, but I do in fact appreciate this greatest creation of God, and I urge all men, to treat women with respect and honor, and know that by breaking a girls heart, you have broken the trust of God. For no more beauty can be found anywhere else, then that of a women.
I would like to end this post with a poem, by Teresa Mahieu from Kansas, USA she wrote a piece called 'A Women's Beauty'
The beauty of a woman Is not in the clothes she wears, The figure that she carries, Or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, Because that is the doorway to her heart, The place where love resides. The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole But true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives, The passion that she shows, And the beauty of a woman With passing years only grows!
