Why do we live in a world that has people who speak viciously of one another?
Have they not read, heard and understood the ayat of the Qur’an:
…and do not spy upon one another, and neither allow yourselves to speak ill of one another behind your backs. Would any of you like to eat the flesh of his dead brother? Nay, you would loathe it!” (49:12)
Let us not become those have eyes, ears and hearts but do not use them.
And most certainly have We destined for hell many of the invisible beings and men who have hearts with which they fail to grasp the truth, and eyes with which they fail to see, and ears with which they fail to hear… (7:179)
Writing is a therapy. It is a way of expressing oneself and a way to improve your language.
Out of the four language skills, writing is the hardest. So, people who write a lot tend to be able to speak a lot better. They can also understand a lot more. They would also be able to articulate their feelings more accurately.
I find that my ability to write has been in decline ever since my final year at university. I guess the stress of having to produce good academic writing at the time got to me.
It was also the time when I was preparing for marriage. It seems that marriage also gives a good outlet for emotions that writing what I feel on my blog doesn’t have a tang anymore.
Or maybe it was really the time that it takes to come up with a good article that makes writing unfittable in my new working life.
Another possible reason is Facebook. That sneaky little web-app that allows us to express ourselves instantaneously and get feedback instantaneously. It kills blogs! It kills the motivation to write long, in-depth articles in favor of short, curt messages in the category of, “In the toilet now, bawling my head off over that ***’ mistake.” Full stop!
Whatever the reason actually is, my blog(s), have not really been seriously updated for three years! And since I am now in the business of language, it would be very apt that I start to write again. At least this blog will be a good whetstone for me to sharpen my language.
* written on my Wildfire, at the breakfast stall.
(Pic from here)
I just went to Econsave today, after a long while of not shopping and just eating out.
The thing about always eating out is that pretty soon you run out of choices and variety. Anywhere you go in Malaysia, the food choices are the same at most of the common restaurants. It always falls back to the generic tom yum and “goreng-goreng.” Which after a while, you get bored of.
A question that has been playing in my mind is why is there not much more variety?
I would love to see arab food become more common in Malaysia. Especially the kebabs and the shawarmas.
Or maybe mexican food. The recipes I have seen online makes my mouth water, although i have not yet tasted any.
Heck, even simple Malay dishes (bar the goreng-goreng stuff) are welcome!
My tastebuds have cried so much for a difference that my recently I have taken a liking (more like a love a affair) to Koobideh Kebab of Parsia in Taman U.
So… what about it people? Anyone wants to open a restaurant with a difference?
Don’t forget. Invite me for dinner!
(Pic from here).
I feel like a liar.
To recite the istighfar,
Yet not that long after,
Foremost in my thoughts,
Are maksiah to al-Ghaffar.
So then when I say my istighfar,
Does not that make me a liar?
Destined for hell in the hereafter?
Of ALLAH’s mercy, I can only hope…
If not for that belief, I cannot cope.
May ALLAH forgive me of my sins,
And of words I utter and the lies within.
I’m at PETAI’s resolution. We’ve almost finished our activities here at the resort.
So far it has been great. The only contentment I have so far is that the trainers won’t buy our planes which we built with time and effort.
By far, we were the best producing factory of the lot with 24 planes in 20 minutes! Now tell me if that’s not a record!
But the game’s cool. Maybe I’ll use it one day to illustrate a point in management and business.