Cukuplah dengan membazir masa!

Wahai pemuda! Cukuplah membazir masa!

Masa itu tidak lelah berlari menuju tibanya garisan tamat,

Engkau pula leka bermain di alam mimpi,

Khayal dengan isi duniawi,

Sedang engkau kejar kepuasan yang sementara,

engkau diperhati gerak geri hingga ke pusara.

Bangkitlah pemuda!

Bukankah engkau hidup di dunia dengan tujuan?

Untuk menegakkan kebenaran?

Mengapa engkau masih terpinga-pinga

dengan harta benda yang tidak membawa makna?

Apakah kau sudah lupa

janjimu dengan Tuhan

untuk menghapuskan kebatilan?

Pemuda yang tidur!

Kau kerja siang malam, kemudian kau berfoya,

kau berhibur dan bersuka ria,

sedangkan tanggungjawab kau masih tidak terlaksana!

Mungkin kau berkata,

'Ah cukuplah aku baik sendiri!"

Solat, puasa, zakat, haji,

Kau ingat Islam itu sekadar beribadah?

Kubur masing-masing tak payah bersusah?

Sedangkan kau adalah khalifah!

Di akhirat sana, tentu adanya,

orang yang akan menuntut hak mereka,

terhadap engkau kerana engkau alpa,

tugas kau yang kau tinggalkan,

sementara ramai yang masih dalam kejahilan.

Bangkitlah wahai pemuda!

Ummah berdarah dan merana,

tetapi mereka tidak merasa kerana lena,

Tugas engkau dan aku, untuk mengejutnya.

"Why do you wear that thing on your head? Isn't it hot?"

Assalamualaikum and warm greetings on a cold autumn's day. :D

During summer, there is always one question that is frequently asked to me. "Isn't it hot wearing that thing on your head?" or even worse, "Don't you feel suffocated?"

There was once when I was traveling to go back to my house in Konkuk, and one of the ahjumma (read: makciks) didn't even greet me with a proper greeting, and started scolding me because I was wearing the hijab.

She started yelling at me and said that if you are in someone else's country, don't try to impose your culture! You should wear like Koreans when you are in Korea! After nagging me at least 5 minutes, and since all I could do was smile and try not to look affected by her harsh words, she said "Hot! It looks hot! Take it off!" and she started pulling on my hijab inside the train, with everyone else looking at me, all silenced because they don't dare talk back to their elderly. Despite being rather old, I guessed that if we were to have a wrestling match, she would win. That's how scary the makciks are in Korea.

Homesick

Assalamualaikum everyone, and good day.

I haven't written a post in quite some time, with the new semester starting and all that, my head has gotten a bit confused, mixed up and the sorts.

I just came back from Malaysia, after 2 months of holidays. Most of my friends also just came back from their holidays, and mostly everyone misses Malaysia.

I would like to take you guys back 2 months before today, just right after I flew from South Korea to Malaysia. There was one week before I flew back, and in that one week, I wanted to do everything.

I wanted to climb mountains, have picnics, go swimming in clear, cool streams, go shopping, go water rafting, bike rides along Han River, and while most of them I did do, I didn't get to do all of them. After one week, it was finally time for me and my friends to return to Malaysia to spend our summer holidays there, bear in mind that we haven't seen our home nation in nearly one and a half year and we were so excited to meet our families and our friends back in our hometown.

I can't really say on behalf of my friends, but after landing safely in Malaysia, chatting with my family, eating out, and at 8PM, I laid in bed and thought,

"I miss Korea. I want to go back."