“The most beloved of
people to Allaah is the one who is most helpful”
(The Prophet Muhammad (pbuh))
It’s that time of
the year again, people flock into each others houses, causing so much ruckus;
the neighbours upon seeing that there are more than 60 people in that house for
6 can only try to close their eyes and go to sleep, cursing under their breaths,
minty after that 2 minute brush before bed.
Haha ok that doesn't
happen everywhere, only tonight when I went to an open house by the boys in
Cameron St. People were playing table tennis outside and having loud
conversations inside. If I were to be their neighbour I would be a bit pissed
off. But hey! Its Eid!! Cut us some slack will ya?
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| Gents of Malay origin. We wear pyjamas with skirts because its Eid and we're so badass ! |
Yes ladies and
gents, yesterday was Eid. A celebration marking the end of Ramadhan, giving
thanks and exalting Allah for His Mercy upon us puny human beings as due to His
Mercy, we have once again went through (hopefully) rigorous cleansing of our
souls, minds and body. 30 days of constant meditation, optimism, anger
management, gluttony control and remembering the ubiquitous blessings of Allah
unto us.
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| Matching Baju Melayu. Bromance at its finest. |
This year's
celebration sees me in a bit of a different situation than years before.
Namely, many of the friends I have celebrated Eids with these four years prior
weren't there. Literally! Its either they've went back to Malaysia, or a wife,
a wife and a kid, gone off to some other state or having a cursed presentation.
Yesterday, in the mass of people, I actually felt isolated. And as a lady told
me earlier this week "isolation amongst masses is the worst sort of
isolation". For this reason, I
guess I would appear a bit smug anytime yesterday, as evident as the constant checking of my mood by a good
friend yesterday to which I answered "yeah…! I'm alright, why wouldn't I
be?". I'm the worst mood concealer in the whole world!!!
Not that I am
deprived of any friends to enjoy the festivities with, mind you, there were
still many friends who were there. I'm
just picky that way. I know I'm really obnoxious.
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| This is Syafiq. He constantly asks me if I'm ok. I love him. |
Owh well, this kinda
reminds me of the time I have left here in Newcastle. I don’t know if I would
be able to stay here after the end of this year. As heavy as my heart would be
to leave this place I have now called home, my brain feels tired to trying to
work ways of staying without an offer for a medical internship.
Which brings me to a
point, I wonder if my being here for the five years have had any effect on the
people around me. Have my presence brought anything positive to anyone at all ?
To what degree ? Did I do something that would be made example of, or inspired
someone to be better ? Did I make people smile ? Did I make people feel better
about themselves ? Have I served to unite or have the things I have done
divided ? It’s a question I ask myself whenever I feel like I am leaving
somewhere.
Note that I still
have 2 rotations to go through before I end med school. So this might be
melodramatic, but I cant help to think that I just want an assurance that
before I leave, I have done something someone thought really meaningful. This
is not trickery to get people to comment on my comment-less blog, haha !
No….seriously…no. It's just a question I constantly ask myself, even before I
go to bed at night. If death takes me under his wings before sunrise tomorrow,
would I leave knowing that I have done good?
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| This is Br Kamal. He is so cool. |
Owh ~ what is this
kind of talk? So serious !!! Lets talk about the kinds of food that I have been
shoving down my stomach since yesterday instead!
Ok to those people who feel the need to tell people about whatever food they have had for Eid this year, seriously guys….has there been any year since our births that we have had food any different to what we have ever had for Eid ?
Ok to those people who feel the need to tell people about whatever food they have had for Eid this year, seriously guys….has there been any year since our births that we have had food any different to what we have ever had for Eid ?
But no I don’t
object to talking about food. I just find this passive aggressive part of me
really interesting to think about by myself whenever I have made a bitchy
statement to someone. Haha !
Back to the topic, I think its something I need to tell people, and probably something that we need to stress more to people who newly arrive into a situation. That we need to make our presences count. To be of use to people around us, to be beneficial, to help to lift the burden off of our friends' shoulders, to be there in moments of despair and moments of happiness. Our presence don’t have to be noticeable, but they need to count. So that one day when your kids asked you "Daddy daddy…when you were in Uni, what did you do?" , instead of saying "Well mate, I studied ! And went to the gym! And then I slept and ate cheap bread because I was not so rich"; you can smile and reminisce on the cherished memories of you making differences in peoples' lives. And you can say "Well sweetie, I used to have lots of good friends, we grew together and taught each other stuff. We wanted to make changes to the world! We helped each other out when we were in trouble, we were more than friends, we were like blood brothers and sisters. And we wanted to make changes to ourselves, so we can make changes to the world so we can have a better place for you to live in "
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| Me shoving food down my throat. Hanif pointing to the ceiling. |
...the melodramatic
kookaburra again flies above our heads... As if you are going to say stuff like
that to your children! Well maybe not those exact words, but something similar
I hope…Bahahaha !
Ok that’s enough ! I just want to make this point clear to everyone here. I understand that not everyone are suited and pre-programmed to be able to make loud, obvious and apparent contributions to the society they live in, but I believe the single person as the social unit have the power to influence their surroundings enough to make good more prevalent than evil.
I humbly now
conclude my blog entry.
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| Eid during my first year in Newcastle |
“The most beloved
deed to Allah is making a Muslim happy”
(Muhammad ibn Abdullah (pbuh))
Hoping to one day video record his room mate sleep talking,
Azfar
p.s.: photographs taken from tagged photographs on Facebook. Will ask permission from owners tomorrow.
