Demokrasi dan hipokrisi

Lama tak update. Sorry Iqbal.

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Cerita lama, buat contoh. Bila Arnold Schwarzenegger* kantoi ada affair dengan seorang perempuan, benda dijadikan isu. Bising. Orang US mengharapkan pemimpin mereka menjadi role model yang terbaik. Saints. Tapi mereka sendiri hidup dengan cara hidup yang tak senonoh. Jersey Shore** boleh jadi contoh.

Kita ambil konsep hipokrisi ini dan apply kat Malaysia. Orang bising yang pemimpin banyak korupsi, tapi korupsi diri sendiri tak nak pulak check. Korupsi diri ni, tak semestinya besar. Daripada membuang sampah merata-rata, kepada tak memakai topi keledar sebab: "Takpe ah, dekat je. Lagipun, jalan kampung." Bila sampai kepada diri sendiri, orang selalu go: "Takpe ah, situasi aku ni, special. Pihak berkuasa mesti faham punya."  Orang selalu meletakkan pengecualian kepada diri sendiri apabila sampai kepada peraturan yang tak convenient kepada dirinya. Jadi tak mengejutkanlah bila tabiat ini dibawa-bawa sehingga menjadi pemimpin. Lagipun, dalam sebuah sistem demokrasi, pemimpin dipilih tidak lain dan tidak bukan dari kalangan sendiri jugak.

*BTW, perkataan Schwarzenegger dah terlalu famous, sampai tak dikira sebagai kesalahan ejaan yang ditanda dengan garis merah. Lain kalau nak dibandingkan dengan, contohnya, Schweinsteiger.
** Tak pernah tengok, tapi sebab banyak sangat publisiti, dapat tahu gak.

Jerk

Sometimes I feel like the biggest jerk in the world. I know how much favor that Allah has given to me, but I still have the guts to be ungrateful.

اللهم اعني على ذكرك وشكرك وحسن عبادتك

(Oh Allah, help me to remember you, and thank you, and worship you in the best of manners. {Sunan Abu Dawud, Hadith 1522})

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I'd like to be a shepherd like some prophets used to be.

To Syria

I'm sure there have been many sick individuals in history who've had the heartlessness to behead a child. But witnessing one proof of this evil first-hand in a video really brings you to another level of consciousness.

 اللهم انصر إخواننا في سوريا

اللهم انصر إخواننا في سوريا

اللهم انصر إخواننا في سوريا

In memory of Marwah 'Adil Bahar. Your part on earth is done, little sister. I'm sure there's no where else for a pure soul like you to go but the gardens. I thank Allah that you didn't have to grow up and face the world and know the evil that some people are capable of. I ask Allah that I be given the chance to go where you would certainly be going, and have the strength to make all the right decisions to lead me there. 

Amin.

Insignificant

 We humans are nothing but specks on a speck of dust floating in space. Allah, master of all things big and small,  free me from pride, arrogance, selfishness and self-centeredness.

http://images.4channel.org/f/src/589217_scale_of_universe_enhanced.swf

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PS:

اللهم انصر إخواننا في سوريا

Self-evaluation

Saw a picture of 2 severely undernourished African children compared with a picture of some Arab country leader with a grand feast on the dining table.

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What have I done to help those poor children?

I changed my mind

Ok, so I talked to a friend and found out that maybe the good part of this blog may have some goodness in it. So I'll try to spew out only goodness from now on. And the blog will stay up.

The joy of a father

I'm not writing this to impress girls, because, I dunno, maybe some girls like family guys? Just sharing this wonderful feeling that I had while I was having a dream about being a father.

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Typical for dreams, you're usually not sure how they start. So I'm not sure how this one started too. But then I reached the part where I met my children. A boy and a girl. Twins, I guess. Beautiful children. One was named Matt and the other Fiorina*. And my feeling at the moment, only Allah knows. My heart was so warm with fatherly love, I felt like I would give anything for them. I felt like I would recalculate all my existing plans in life that I've made so that they become a priority. So that they may get the time and attention that they deserve from a father.

Powerful dream. Makes me rethink how much love my parents have for me.

Apropos dreams, have you ever had a dream so overwhelmingly sad or happy that you cried? And not just in the dream but also physically that your pillow get soaked with tears?

*LOL, this not-so-common name must have come from my Italian learning experience. In Italian, one of the ways to form a diminutive is to put an -ino (or -ina for female) suffix at the end of a noun. Some words only go with one suffix, but according to my teacher, for some words you just do it on a hunch i.e. there's no fixed diminutive suffix for them. Fiorina, as uncommon as it is, technically means small flower and is derived from the word fiore (flower). The common name that conveys the same meaning is Fiorella. On a side note, even I was wondering why their names are English and Italian respectively.