A Letter from A Youth Without Heart

To the most honorable Ustaz Hassan al-Banna

Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatooh

Have you ever heard of the man with a dead heart? Nay, if the heart mentioned here is one of the organs of the body made of red flesh, which withdraws and ejects blood, he would certainly have it. This heart that enables him to live and continue living. But unfortunately, the heart that contains his passion, strength and livelihood,  is absent.      

He knows good as small it may be, he knows evil even if elusive. And oft he truly feels and comprehends a person from their faces and would respond appropriately as such. But he doesn’t have a heart.

Meeting an old friend after a long time, he would grasp his friend's hand ever so tightly, indeed, he would even hug him. But his heart remains frozen, unmoved. He advises others; "be, you, this and that" and mentions various propositions and evidences for his advice, yet his heart further hardens and remains unswayed.

He smiles to good news. He wrinkles his forehead at bad news. Yet his happiness and sadness are only his reflexes, while his heart stays silenced and unwavering. He states love and hatred towards  people. Yet looking at his heart, it remains quiet without words.

He stands up for prayers, giving it his all, reads the Quran and tries hard to concentrate. He reads the verses of his prayers such that people would say "He is definitely concentrating". Yet, feeling his heart, he finds it deaf and unfocused, even when he understands everything that he reads.

This is the picture of this man's heart. I have not added or omitted anything from it. Would you suggest that his heart is similar to the usual hearts of others?  

I am given a mind, but my heart is defunct. I can feel my mind thinking, working, living and making its presence known. But when I try to feel all that in my heart, I can never find a way to.

Know that, now, in this moment, you have heard about the man without a heart.

He has made a pact with you and you have taken an oath of allegiance from him. Would you stand to have a soldier of yours living without a heart?  Can you help him reignite his heart so that it will again be able to be moved and feel what his tongue says? This is a disease in one of your soldiers, that would sadden you upon knowing it. Thus I shall not name him till I can tell you that he is cured.

Waalaikumussalam

In reply to the youth without heart

Waalaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarakatooh

I have read your correspondence and am deeply affected by the sincerity of your language, the beauty of your courage, the finesse  of your conscience and the livelihood of your heart.

My brother, you are not of those whose heart is dead as you may think. But you are a youth whose intuition is keen,  spirit pure and soul tender. If not so, you would have definitely denied your feelings. But the magnitude of your  enthusiasm and your goals (purpose of life) have made you perceive the big matters in your life as small and you feel the need for supplementation in regards to them.  There are no problems in that, it is how it is meant to be.  

I feel what you feel, I walk as you walk *(I think it means, "I hear you" and I can see where youre coming from) and I will try to give you some advice. If, these advice benefit you and by obeying them your thirst is quenched and your illness cured, then all praise is to Allah/Alhamdulillah for His Guidance. But if it fails to do so, I would be happy to meet with you so we can together work to recognize this disease of yours and find a cure to it.

 To make companionship with the khushu'/solemn/focused, who are always in deep thought, to mingle with those who always contemplate in solitude, to be close to those  that are righteous/ God conscious and pious, whose from faces rays shine and from hearts you will gain more makrifah/knowledge of God/intuition about God- and these are few- is a good remedy. Make effort to be friends with these people,  to always be in their company, make them a point of return and connect your soul to theirs, connect your spirit to their spirit and spend most of your free time with them. Be wary of those who are pretentious. Find people who lift your spirit, whose actions lead you to do good deeds and upon seeing them you will remember Allah. Befriending these people would be a potent cure, because the nature of man is that they constantly steal, and so a heart is affected by another heart, and a soul  takes example from another soul. Hence, try to find these good souls for your companionship.

My brother,

Contemplating, dzikr (glorifying God) during blessed moments, supplicating while observing the beauty and magnificence of nature, uncovering the secrets of the charm and grandeur of the universe, to scrutinize with the heart and dzikr/glorifying God verbally about these astonishing signs of majesty and this august brilliance, are one of the things that gives life to the heart and shines it with faith and confidence. Allah swt decreed;

Indeed, in the creation of the heavens and the earth and the alternation of the night and the day are signs for those of understanding. (Ali- Imran: 190)

My brother,

Subsequently, thinking about society, witnessing misery, happiness, plight and peace, visiting the ill, comforting/cheering up those whom misfortune had befallen and knowing that the sources of misery takes the forms of anarchy, disbelief/denial of the truth,  cruelty, disobedience, self centeredness/narcissism, egoism, being beguiled with the trivial; all these are the strings acting on the heart that will reunite its shattered pieces and resurrect it from its demise.

Hence, strive so that your presence brings cheer to those who are sad and affected by misfortune. Nothing is more potent for your heart other than doing good for those in need, helping those who are victimized, or sharing feelings with those in plight or in sadness.

My brother,

The heart is in God's Hands. He flips it by His will. For that, be zealous in your prayers so that He gives life to your heart, expands your chest with faith and showers you with confidence as rewards and bounties from Him. Say your prayers in propitious moments and during suhoor as prayes during suhoor is like an unstoppable arrow flying towards the Arasy.

I do not doubt your sincerity in achieving your purpose and the honesty of your confession. Allah swt decreed

"Indeed, Allah only accepts from the righteous [who fear Him]." (Al-Maidah: 27)

Your brother,

Hassan Al Banna

Dear readers, I have promised you this a long time ago. But things came and occupied my head, this got thrown to the back of the pile. 

For those who are wondering what this is about, you may refer to the blog post:

http://azfarnorzaihan.blogspot.com.au/2012/01/this-is-contest-yep-you-read-it-right.html

Well...truth be told, no one actually responded to the contest ! Surprise !!! Not really...~ I'm not entirely sure why, possibly because no one would bother that much about this....~ 

Oh well ! by the time I posted the competition up, I actually have come up with the translation myself. Later, I asked a friend to look at it and give me feedback, but he seemed to have looked at it using his bum...and sat on it for...forever.

So here it is !!!! For your reading pleasure. Please send me corrections/ comments as you feel appropriate.

On The Second Cannula That Nearly Made Me Cry

It must have been three or four months since my last entry on this blog. For those who have been anticipating my writing for the duration, I apologize for two things; firstly for the silence, the presence of which has always scared me for I've always feared the unknown. Secondly for the upcoming silences that I predict will happen over this next year as I ease myself into this new and exciting part of my life.

Given the chance, spirit, time, and a swanky new keyboard, I would love nothing more than to type my experiences away for a shameless expose' of my life over the past few months. The current circumstances though, dictate otherwise. Most nights I get too tired to open my eyes after the clock strikes ten and my fingers crave nothing more than just a handful of blanket while my mind whirled into sweet respite, trying to forget the expectations of tomorrow and the mistakes of today.

I am not by any means trying to relay spite or hatred towards my occupation, in fact, I love it ! Yes, I get to do nothing more than secretary work day in and day out, answering to superiors about things I cannot and could never control, things I don’t fully understand about; but I find the successful difficult cannulas, the prescribing of aperients to constipated patients to good effect, explaining situations to people about themselves and families in ways that make them feel calmer and safer, and supporting fellow interns on days when things get just too much; absolutely joyful.

And during these thirty days that I have started working; there have been days when things go smoothly, expectedly, and unexpectedly  so. And these days make me feel grateful. On the other end though, there have been days when shit happens, expectedly and unexpectedly, and so much so; I felt that I was just barely keeping my head above the water.

This short period of time has also shown me so much in practicality about the ethical issues that were discussed in Uni.

Don’t get emotionally involved with patients. That is what they have always taught us. And this self has always been reluctant to follow this order, as wise it may be, as easy or logical it is, as he sees the unforgivable  flaw of being objective when dealing with human beings.

However I got a smack in my guts and a cut in my heart only the other day for my stance; when a patient of ours developed a surgical wound infection after waiting so long for the operation, after countless stabs and tests. I felt I was responsible for her, and as I tried to put a cannula in for the intravenous antibiotics; and failed the first time, and as I saw her expressionless face, cursed by this thing called Parkinson's disease, wince in pain, and those eyes shed tears for all the pain she has been through, being so old and fragile; I just nearly lost it. With a face full of regret, absolutely inappropriate for a doctor, I told her I needed to put another cannula in. And she replied with  a reluctant "fair enough..if it needs to be done..."

The second cannula went in quite easily (it was unusable the day after though) and I nearly laughed at myself for being so emotional about a cannula. Admittedly, it was a tough day that day, I was on the edge, anything could have pushed me over.

This kind of just reminded me of a bad habit that I have. It is the wanting and the feeling that I need to cater to other peoples' problems and emotional burdens. That I have this divinely appointed task of having to keep people happy, and if they don’t feel so, it is my fault. This must be a weird complex. And I am sure many people experience the same thing as I do; and to myself first and these people second, I give this advice.

It is not your responsibility to carry other people's emotional burdens.

You can try to do your best and treat others well, but know that you can try only so hard; in the end, those people are responsible for their emotional burdens. They are responsible for themselves. You can try to solve their problems, but you must not take responsibility of having to carry their emotional burdens.

For each their own tribulations; God tries those whom He  loves.

Aaand...On a happier note, I am buying myself things after things as a treat for my hardworking days at the hospital. Nizam did remind me to rewards myself, haha…because otherwise I won't be able to keep it up. Well, not that I mind spending my hard earned money on stuff for myself…seriously…not at all, I am going to buy a new tablet computer and a desktop.. but..give me a choice, the hospital is, at this point in time; still the place I want to work at.

I have no regrets. =)

Surgical intern (where is Isobel (reference to Grays Anatomy)???),
Azfar

On Living and Leaving a Trace

“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?

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.

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.

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?

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 ?

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 "

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.

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.

  

It's Tough Being a Girl

Have a listen to this dear ladies. Empowerment is on your way.

In the shade of Ramadhan

Greetings dearest readers, esteemed members of the virtual public who has clicked on the link of my blog for whatever reason.

I have, for many months lost a sense of wanting to write anything at all...~ I must blame this on the 9-5 hours of my clinical placement nowadays, being, to the opinion of my humble self and some of my colleagues and resident doctors in the ward, too dedicated doing bona fide tasks for my team.

Owh well....!! I have this perception (this may well count as a delusion) that if I give it all, maybe....just maybe....I'll be given the chance to start my medical career here. Don't know if that will work, hopeful though, am I.

In case no one noticed, the holy month of Ramadhan has again come, and with it the open doors of Paradise and abundance of forgiveness and rewards for the believing muslim. For this and to do a bit of updating and shoo-ing the spiders (not that I have problems with spiders, I love them) from my website, I have just decided to share this piece of video.

Happy Ramadhan people ! Fast physically and spiritually. Do good not only for yourself, but for others as well. Share more, laugh more, cry more, smile more, say more good things and love a whole lot more.

Love
Azfar

Like paper planes. 

You make it just to watch it fly as far away as it can from you. 

But at least you know that once,

you had something good in your hands.

And you now know,

and hope

that you can make another one, at least just as good 

for you to keep. 

 

 A story short, a love temporary, a memory everlasting.

No airbrushing. No autotune. No unnecessary display of the human flesh. 

Just simple and beautiful music.

p.s: and Zaid mate, this guy reminds me a bit of you. With the "i'm high on something I donno" look when he is singing.