Sunday, February 19, 2012

On My Latest Man Crush




    “Indeed, in this [Quran] is notification for a worshipping people. And We have not sent you, [O Muhammad], except as a mercy to the worlds.” [Quran: 21:106-107]


    Ahhhhh where should I start? So much to relay, but too many uninterested ears, busy eyes and occupied hearts.

     Yesterday I saw a webcast, thanks to a link I found through a friend's blog (you, yes you…! thanks !!). After reading the small entry that came with it, I decided that it would be interesting to take part in the global event. And after telling my friends about it, some of whom encouraged me to buy tickets, I bought several tickets for the event. Little did I know though, the webcast which I initially thought would correlate well in timing with another event happening on that day was actually happening at a later time in that day, smack middle in time of the other event.

    Knowing this, I knew that many of the friends whom initially thought that they could sit and watch with me would not be able to do so (with heavy hearts, I can assure you) and as planned earlier, I went to watch the event on a large TV at 'the crescent' with its so very cool inhabitants (yes...you guys!!). Why tell us the details of the pre-event, you ask? Spare us these cumbersome details of your pitiful life please.  

    Well, I have a complex. I over think many things, in ways bordering to those with OCD would, I have to admit (a tutor once told me that all doctors statistically have some obsessive compulsive in them, that's what makes them able to do the studying and the job). I was thinking about this webcast, the excitement that came leading to it, imagining a huge bunch of people enjoying and spending time together in front of a screen to a good cause, and the eventual turn out. As capricious as the weather these days it seems, things change.

    I'm no stranger to these incidences. Many things I've done before have just met up with, quite frankly, nothing. I remember a time when I travelled a long way in the dead night for something, and right in the middle, was told that there's no way I could make it in time for that thing. And so with a heavy heart I chucked a u-ie (read: youwie/ U turn), already three quarters of the way. That night I questioned lots of stuff, and so beat up I was emotionally, I decided to just sulk the night away. I know God doesn't do things without purpose, I know that for sure. Its just me, why does it seem, sometimes, that the things I do, with good intentions I must humbly admit, turn out to be such a waste?

    Ok lets not dwell on that. Lets read about the webcast !!

    The webcast was lots of fun as it was a very touching emotional journey. We were chatting with the malaysians online and making troll comments here and there. Haha. 

    Its theme was: Prophet Muhammad, lessons from his marriage life. And so the content brought about by the speakers, in subsequent four to five minute videos, were of the relations that the prophet had with people around him, mainly focusing on his wives. It portrayed this man of beautiful character, calm demeanor, wise words and reactions, attentiveness and sensitivity, love and affection, trust and loyalty, humility and machoness, empathy and even altruism. And all over again, as many times as I've heard stories about him, I had a man crush. Owh how beautiful this man was!! Listening to the stories yesterday nearly brought tears to my eyes * teary* !! He is indeed a mercy to mankind =)))))  

    And thus, I would encourage all of you, muslim or non muslim (apparently there were lots of non muslim who joined as well) to have a look at the website and watch the webcast, with open hearts. And together learn from the stories of this man. You will not be disappointed. I assure you.

    The website is: celebratemercy.com

    Have a look, have a click here and there and enjoy !!

    Holidays are here
    Azfar

    p.s.: One month post article translating contest, entries and expressions of interest = zero/ naught/ nil/ teloq ayam. I might have to get myself a new novel then!! :D


Sunday, February 12, 2012

Holding a Rose

Holding a rose

 Your hand bleeds from the thorns piercing your skin, 
your brain whirrs from the sickening spin, 
yet you held on,
for the life of you,
you held on

 Is it the visual presentation?
the petals dancing on a beat?
or the olfactory stimulation?
the scent so sweet?
Maybe it is the heart that confuses you,
for it beats quick, 
in a way no different to
how pleasure would make it tick 

-THE END-


I wonder about the curse placed in many hearts. The curse of holding on. The curse of persistence. The curse of reluctant hope.

It makes me ask: what does it take to let go? To say that you have chosen different paths and you are happy with them. To sincerely say that its okay that things turn out this way, that it is for the best. That we shall happily move on. 

Its not easy, I know. 

The reason I even tried this poem is that I saw something yesterday (ok.....now now... thats enough snorting and chuckling Zaid and Kiambang...and other poets out there..I had no other idea than the word 'tick'. Even after looking at the rhyming dictionary!!! This is my first time!!!! ).

It was a photograph. I know the story behind the photograph and I know the story leading to it, and the story after it. 

The photograph depicts the story quite well. Of two people who got caught up in a relationship that would, in the end prove to be...for the lack of better terms to describe it, hopeless. And thus its no surprise that it is as bad now as it will ever be.The thing is, if it was me who were in that relationship, the photograph would be the last thing I would look at. 

Not in this case though. This person chose to look at it everyday. Not that I would want to, mind you, but I can only imagine the pain this person feels.

One thing I don't have to imagine though, and I know this for a fact. Matter of the heart are never easy.

Dear Lord, You who hold our hearts in Your Hands, guide our hearts to find acceptance, peace and happiness. Amin~   

One week from holidays
Azfar