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.

Drowning.

Sometimes, life takes you by a fine thread, stretches, till the point of breaking, but not quite there yet. I, for one, have experienced this. Sometimes you wonder how God can push you to your limits, until you are fed up with yourself, ready to leave your body and mind to escape the complexity of the world.

The skies rolled grey, brooding like a mother who lost a child, looming over the city with a sense of depression. Everyone felt it. It was one of those days where I hated to get up at all, hated to face another day, hated that the drops of water falling from the skies hurts a bit too much on my skin. Rain nowadays feels like sharp pins, unsympathetic. Ruthless even. I dragged myself out of bed, and though trying to avoid my own reflection in the mirror, I caught a glimpse of my face. Haggard and dried out, like I wasn't a 21 year old girl with a bubbling fountain of youth.

The matter of fact is, that fountain is already dried.

Turned on the faucet and washed my face. Why does life have to be so tedious? Boring? So monotonous. It really was my fault. I had no desire, not even a little ounce of passion to want to turn my monotonous life into something worthy of living. Why should I? What's the point? We're all just going to die anyway.

I didn't even bother to take the umbrella on my way to class. Stepped out, and 2 minutes later it was pouring heavily, the brooding mother weeps and sobs, and the whole city was drenched. I looked up at the sky, and at that moment, I imagined the rain to fill the dark, dirty alleys, flood the busy streets, consume the possessions of man.

I imagined the rain drowning me.

I opened my eyes, and life goes on. But I won't.

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disclaimer/footnote/whatever it is called: I decided that I am pretty rusty in my fiction writing (I used to write a lot of fiction when I was younger) so I'm just writing whatever comes at the top of my head. It is not a indication of my mental health (I'm perfectly fine). I'm trying to delve into writing fiction of a more serious tone, but I have to test my skills first.

I personally enjoy angst fictions, it's like torturing oneself, and I get really emotionally attached to pieces that have raw emotions. Probably my biggest achievement when I was younger was the ability to make people cry through my writing (the good kind not the bad one). I wrote some lengthy fictions before and shared it on an online community but I stopped due to life-hogging commitments.

It's probably horrible (my writing), but fiction was always one of my passions, and writing them greatly improves my vocabulary, so I thought, ehh, why not.

I will not write all of my fictions revolving around angst and depression. I'm sorry if this piece makes you depressed, (if it did then the snippet served it's purpose lol)

Assalamualaikum.

What you should know when applying for the Look East Programme: South Korea

Assalamualaikum and warm greetings!

Congratulations to all the SPM candidates and a huge shout out to my juniors Zealot Boes! The main reason I am writing this post is because, when I applied for this Korean Programme, I had absolutely no idea what I had gotten into.

So, I want to shed some light on the Korean Programme to potential new juniors so that you can contemplate and decide whether this is the right road for you.

Of Hijab and Cheerleading.

Assalamualaikum and warm greetings,

It is the start of a new semester here in South Korea. Spring is slowly coming out of her shell (it's still cold but we were blessed with rain today) and Konkuk University is already buzzing with activities.

This week has been funny and hectic. I now live with two juniors who are one year younger than me. It's their first semester at Konkuk University and sometimes they would come home and tell me stories about their day, how hard it is to attend a class where the professor speaks in Korean and the class material is also in Korean, how Koreans won't even smile at them or how they feel totally left out and ignored.

Tips for Batch 14 Korean Programme

Assalamualaikum and warm greetings,

There's a lot to be happy about when new juniors start their studies in Korea. When I picked them up at the airport, I noticed the tired faces, the different expressions and emotions. Scared, excited, homesick, overwhelming, terrified, nauseous, happy and so on and so forth and I can't help but feel nostalgic when I saw them.

That was me, 2 years ago. Totally innocent, totally full of energy (although not at that moment because 6 hours in a flight can get you pretty cranky), new potentials, new explorations. Just a whole bunch of new experiences waiting to be discovered.

I personally love receiving juniors. When I look at them, I feel a new burst of energy, the passion to keep going in my studies. That was me 2 years ago, promising my family, friends, my nation that I will work hard and that all their money will pay off, that it isn't a waste to invest in me.

And to keep that spirit up, and to make staying in South Korea worthwhile, here are some things I wish I took more seriously.

In debt

Assalamualaikum,

There will come a time when you are up to your nose in hardships, that you find it almost impossible to work your way through. There will come a time when you have no one to turn to and you become desperate.

This was one of those times.

To those who helped me in finding a house, paying for the house, moving into the new house, lending a car, letting me stay at their house because I was kicked out early, giving me their energy and time, buying me food, and not a single complaint and the sorts was heard, from the bottom of my heart,

Thank you. Thank you for not asking a repayment. Thank you for helping me at one of the moments when I felt so choked up. Thank you for everything. Thank you to Allah who sent these people to help me.

I hate feeling in debt, as if I have to pay everyone who has helped me because it helps me feel less guilty for asking for so much help, but even if I wanted to treat everyone who has helped me, that is quite far fetched. All that I can really repay you is my sincere prayers. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Alhamdulillah, I'm surrounded by people who are truly kind at heart, selfless and know the true meaning of togetherness.

Studying overseas has it's perks, and the cons that come with it are enough to make you want to go back crying to your mother, but I figured, that the greatest perk in studying overseas is the sense of togetherness. No one is going to help you more than your fellow Malaysians.

Thank you. Jazakumullahu khairan kathira (may Allah reward you with goodness) to everyone who has helped so far, directly or indirectly.

:')

Things I realized I took for granted after coming to Korea

Assalamualaikum and good day :D

I haven't written for such a long time! I tried to, the ideas are there, but materializing it into words is getting so hard. I was given an assignment in English class, but unfortunately, we were only allowed to write 1 page, with times new roman font 12 and double spaced, and because I love writing, 1 page is obviously not enough. The title I picked for my essay was 'Things I realized I took for granted after coming to Korea."