Party pooper!
Just two nights ago i had a sound fight with one friend of mine, well not exactly a face-to face fight but rather a furious typing sequences among ourselves to deliver our points.
I wouldnt be surprised if the person im having a fight with is people like azim, salwani, aijud ke amroll ke teacher salmi ke coz they are the ones likely to debate on krisis " melayu", malaysianism,kaum cina/india yg tak diberi keistimewaan , politicians rhetoric,and a pinch about women’s rights.’
i even wouldnt have mind if I’M the one who brought the issues in the conversation in the first place.
He started it first.
It is just the most unlikely person i could think of, and among the terms he came about was things like ‘ semua kaum bermula pada garisan yang sama’ ,’ racist in malaysia’ , ‘perlembagaan madinah’,
‘ melayu memilih kerja’, ‘knape indon yg bina bangunan’ and even ‘ apa kaitan yap ah loy dengan Mr chong’.
In other words, real world serious issues.
Not movies( maybe in the first 10 minutes or so).Not music.Not even about world cup.
My point is, i cant help remembering his whinings on how malays are becoming westernized,especially urban-youths, like us. Sleeveless, dyed haired, piercings, tattoos,no-more-borders boy-girl relationships.
And i cant help wondering, how embarassing it might be to admit, its all nothing but true.
And i incidentally happen to witness these theories in form of reality events.
I was forced to teman my adik to go to her friends’ barbecue dinner by the pool bcoz my mom wont let her go alone since it was held at night.
Okay, what the heck, its just an innocent barbecue dinner right? Where people eat ,drink and be merry.
lets just say the " be merry " part wasnt exactly was what in my mind.( read; people talking, borak2, dgr muzik)
Imagine my shock when theres actuallly people swimming in the pool( campor laki pompuan), a dance floor( with people dancing) and quite a number of people whose dressing is not what we call ‘decent ‘ these days.Think girls in beach kaftan and boys in bermuda shorts.
Oh, theres more, it seems my old schoolmate is here too, and guess what, ? she’s smoking a cigarrete, tudong ntah kemane apa ntah ke mane.
It doesnt stop there, the nights revelation of events continue not to fail surprising me, when i saw that my old primary school-mate is present too. Soaking wet in the pool.Laughing her head off.
When i finally found my voice back,the only words i can come out was,
" Tak sejuk ke?", with a forced smile
" Masuklah try,baru tau,"
Hoho.No thanks.The idea of me , soaking wet ,full clothed and sneakers doesnt seems so appealing.
And she doesnt stop there. I’ve got people trying to push me into the pool.
It scares the skin out of me so much i made myself a mental note not to cross the boundaries within 5 metres from the pool , just in case.
I just dont understand. She’s supposed to be the most demure, sweet-talking, shy girl back then.
astaghfirullahalazim, hanani. jahatnya anda.i dont even know why i agreed to come in the first place.mana pegi zaman2 usrah,al-mathurat,al mulk dulu-dulu…
Way to go , hanani .What a convenient way to waste an RM 10 .
P’s: i could have never been thankful of my parents strict upbringing, teachings in school and all those once-dreaded usrah sessions because without them,god forbid, i could have easily be among those in the pool.
February 12th, 2006 at 9:01 pm
way to g miss sam’s!!well at least you have seen one of the part that you’ve never experienced before…and it makes you think twice b4 you could even think about jumping into sots of think l8r on….(and you know-kite sumer ni bukannyer baik sangat!kan kan!)even the smartest or the richest person-as-they-think-of it can be very stupid in terms of thinking rationally waht they r really doing!! so if we wouldn’t like just 2 ‘mengumpat’ that sorts of people…..lets just think it this way…they are bunch of people who r severely forgotten..as if they had fallen on track of waht they are doing..partly because they don’t really see how ISLAM and religion really works 4 them..all we do is keep reminding them..so that i hope that there will be a person next to remind us if we does the same…(lotsa hope that that wouldn’t happen)…and i do remember a saying that stated..usaha berdakwah bukan setakat melalui kata2 but we as the individually muslim is also a ‘dakwah bergerak’…everybody is evaluating you wherever you are in a public presence…remember that as a muslim you are like the islamic identity..just please potray it right..and this comment goes to all my friend especially muslims and muslimah..
February 13th, 2006 at 12:00 am
rasa mcm pegi usrah lak..panjangnya tazkirah..anyway .thanks 4 dropping by and leave some very bermanfaat pointers…
hope u’ll come and pop in here every other time and gv me more taxkirah ..ajak r muss skali…
February 14th, 2006 at 1:35 am
i hve 2 thnk u 4 writin dis 1..bcoz i hvnt hd a real counter with da world yet..i noe dat sooner or l8r i will face da situation myself..after all life is no fairy tales huh?
February 21st, 2006 at 1:35 am
there’s more to life than that friend, and thanks to god, u’ve seen what it’s like in the real world. glad u’re glad semashur was ever in our lives like i was at points of time in my life, a year ago discovering how things are really like out here. funny how we keep ourselves busy thinking we’re the machoest, coolest non-alim rule breaker in school to realize that being out in the world right is teh scariest thing ever making you feel like the little usrah’s, wednesday nights ma’thurats and that little cocoon in the midst of hulu selangor is the safest and most home place you’ve ever feel in. i’ve had my year, a hell of a year last year. now its your turn, allah bless you sista!