Shalom 'Aleinu

This is my share.

Saturday, July 11, 2015

The Pathways of Life

Last week, I had a field work in Sepang, which is 52km away from the capital. Elected as the assistant leader in the group, I was happy and sad at the same time. I am definitely sad over the burdens and responsibilities plus to meet people's expectation. And I am zero experience in this stuff. But I am happy along the way where I surprised myself.


Keeping in mind, that I am a perfectionist in some ways, I managed to lay back and loosen up. I admit that I couldn't hide the particular-me and easily-tensed over works etc, but I succeeded in putting them aside when needed. I became more lenient. I easily tolerated over all those small things that everyone was making fuss about. How I calmly delegate works and agreed with someone ideas. I can be stubborn quite sometimes, if you really know me. Hahaha...

But it didn't mean I played nonchalant and let everyone else did my job. I worked my ass as well; doing the reports, collecting information etc. But what I am trying to emphasize here is that, I have changed... and keep changing, for the better hopefully.

However, I am still the powerless or strictly 'listener' instead of 'doer'. I listened to people problems and their gripes, but I have done nothing to solve them. I just smile, give a few words of wisdom and hope... but not a solution. I am still, unable to actually help those who asked for help.


"Help is given to those who deserved it."

Alrite, that's not really the main reason for this current entry. This time, I wanna talk about, the cycle of life. I discussed about it with a friend of mine, a few days ago while I was in Sepang. We were supposedly discussing our presentation, but somehow we started having this conversation.

She said, she read about it from a book, about Hamka. Hamka was a renowned Ulama in the Nusantara. She said that, Hamka had undergone few phases in his life before he reached the level that we all known him for. She described it in term of her life. The pathways or cycles that she had went through.

Buya Hamka.jpg

She started from ignorant into holier-than thou phase; the phase where she aimed of becoming the best servant ever, that she thought she had understand religion as how it is supposed to. At that time, she felt that she was the best muslimah ever and she had to correct others. And I went the same path as she did. [p/s: we laughed hard for this... HAHAHAHA]


Then, she started to indulge into those philosophies stuff where she meet others' perspectives, that life was interpreted differently by different people. The virtue that she started to accept the "other truths" besides the doctrine of religion she knew before. She stated questioning every single things in religion and at that moment, she withdrawn herself from people. And I was like, same like me! We have so much in common. Things got even worse with her. She reached at one point, she started questioning God. That's the peak of it. Gradually, after that kinda haywire phase.... she matured.


After the phase she is currently in, there is another phase ahead of her. If she were able to get through it, then she would acquire the level achieved by Hamka. In this current phase, things that were not possible in the past, seemed acceptable. And you will become less rigid. You will less likely to cling to idealistic.

To relate to my life at this particular moment, I am in the phase where I withdrawn from my friends. Not that I stop talking to them out of the blue... I just like to do things on my own. I don't mind to eat alone, walk alone, and what so ever. Sometimes, I like to have companies... but if they refused, I don't take it personally. I just keep on with my life. ^_^

This is the new me. This is my metamorphosis. I am changing. For the better, hopefully.



Friday, June 26, 2015

Should I Quit?

This Ramadan is the worst Ramadan I have gone through. It is not the fault in Ramadan... but me.
Yeah. Everything seems difficult this time. Everything is different.

As Ramadan started, I wish to be a better version of me. I tried to restrain myself from repeating the same sins and mistakes that I did in other months. Guess what? I can't even hold myself more than 3 days. I started resuming my normal activities as the normal months.

The worst part is, I begin to not paying much attention and put much effort on my amalan. Hey, it is Ramadan now. Why this Ramadan is worse than my previous Ramadans? What has changed?

A lot, actually. But, let it be between me and Him.

Since yesterday, I started receiving gentle reminders from Him. I had a short case exam. Okay, I knew it was coming. I did study, but not as diligent as before. Study while on Twitter? How could that even possible, right? However, to my surprise, I got a case which I didn't expect at all. Plus, I didn't read and practice at all. I was very bad at that time. Clumsy. Nervous. An idiot. The most shameful 10 minutes of my life. Not to mention the disappointment look from my lecturer. :(

Wait. Things are not that simple. I don't really feel bad about it. I mean, I was upset. But I didn't cry at all. I tried. It never come out. Then, I was thinking... maybe I should quit medicine. Besides, after knowing the hardship and reality of becoming a doctor, I started to doubt myself. I cannot do this any more.

How should I face my family? What about my scholarship? I don't have any source of income... I don't have any job. I don't even have any qualification to apply for job. I only have my SPM.

I tried to be reasonable with myself. Okay. I need to calm down.


This morning, I supposed to have a written exam. Guess what? I overslept. I had waken up 4.30 am to have my sahoor and study a bit as I hit the sack very early last night, around 11.00 pm. As the hour nearing to 7.00 am. I started feeling sleepy. I couldn't function when I am sleepy. So, I decided to take a nap before the exam. To note, my exam was on 9.00 am.

I woke up at 10.30 am. Then exam was soon to finish at 11.00 am, I screwed.

Should I quit?

Medicine is really not my thing. I don't think I have passion into medicine any more. I don't even think I have the passion to live at this moment. I just want to be absent. Absent from the world. I don't know...

Should I quit?


Tuesday, January 27, 2015

TRUST II

Hi everyone? How's the new year and all the "new me" things? I hope it runs well with you guys.


Here I am again, talking about the same thing. Trust.

- Wait a sec! I thought we had discussed about it before... a long time ago...

Sorry my fellow friends... but things never all the sun and the shine... sometimes the gloomy grey days coming unexpected and definitely unwelcome.


Honestly, I don't understand what actually happening with my life right now.


There are not a single time I can be happy. Not that there are bad things happening around me, but I am currently undergoing metamorphosis. Everyone knows, it is never easy.

Now, I am learning not to give a damn care of how people think about me. Learning, I emphasize again...

Oh! I am also closing myself from my surrounding, in some extent, like a metapod. I built a hard, shiny, impenetrable shell around me. Being wronged is painful, and doing a wrong thing as hurtful as it is. 


 I know, we as a human, is an interactive creature. We have this complex social needs and contexts that distinguished us from other low-life creatures. This could be due to the complexity of the human's brain itself. In a simple way, some of us tend to think too much.


I had this obsession of how people hate me very much, that as a defence, I closed any mean of contacts. I avoid myself from talking to them, had to have anything to do with them. Definitely, it is against the human's nature itself as an interactive creature. But again, the greatest weapon against you, is yourself.

I don't know, whether this is a mental illness or an attention-seeking behaviour. Let me tell you, I would be really glad if I could think normally like others. It is up to you guys, if you want to judge me. I am learning to not give a damn care.

Before this, if someone broke my trust, I definitely not thinking of second chance. But if it had happened twice, I saw the relationship (any kind) as a tumour that had to be removed. I might as well experience the effects of the "chemotherapy" or "radiotherapy" or "surgery"or whatever... I had to endure it, if and only if I want to survive.

What's the meaning of surviving if you don't have the quality of life that you hope for?

That's one thing I am thinking at the moment... For now, I don't have answer for it.

P/S: If you want to justify my actions, it is up to you. Your brain, yours la... I don't have the power to control people's minds... at least, not yet.... hahahaha