Si bayi gebu dan Rohingya

Baru fikir nak berkarya di musim panas. Malangnya fikiran cair menjadi angan-angan semata. Akhirnya pulang semula ke tanah air kedua, makin sejuk sejak ditinggalkan berbulan lalu. Tiada yang berubah, cumanya cawangan kedai makan Ceasar 2 yang dibuka 10 langkah dari kedai asli yang terletak 20 langkah dari rumah dah tak tahu apa jadi. Entahlah apa punya strategi pemasaran diorang guna, tapi terbukti tak menjadi jugak. 

Sebagai satu ritual bedah siasat samada cuti musim panas aku memberi manfaat atau tidak. Aku bagi mata 6/10 dalam skor kemanfaatan. Pasang cita-cita nak bercuti di Taman Negara Bako tak pun snorkeling di Pulau Mabul sambil nyanyi lagu 'bawa aku pergi pacu laju-laju kita lari dari realiti, buku merah jangan lupa bawa moga-moga belum tamat tempoh'. Namun sekali lagi cita-cita hanya tumbuh menjadi buah angan-angan yang manis bak epal di dahan, namun tak berkesampaian. 

Gambar si bayi gebu karya Adik Kesayangan

Namun kali ni walaupun kurang mengembara melihat alam, banyak keluar belajar tentang hidup; tanggungjawab dan komitmen. Bak kata orang Inggeris, tiada harga (baca: priceless). Belajar jadi anak, jadi adik, jadi pak ngah, jadi cucu, jadi orang. 

Seronok ber-dating dengan Tok Mi, bersembang macam orang tua sambil beli ikan dan sayur di Agro Bazaar. Seronok teman abang ipar tunggu ayun masuk labor dekat dua hari, tak seronok bila ada komplikasi. Betul sistem kesihatan kita ada masalah. Bila dah jadi, masing-masing tunding jari. Tapi Alhamdulillah anak buah pertama secomel pak cik-nya sihat dan aktif serta gebu. Seronok belajar ada anak, dipancut air kecil di baju sama-sama dengan ayun. Walaupun cuma sanggup teman untuk bangun dodoikan anak bila menangis dua tiga pagi hanya buat 2 hari. Hah, salut semua ibu, salut.

Seronok bila sempat bawa ayun dan bayi kecil gebu ke klinik dan hospital. Sekurang-kurangnya ada juga memori untuk aku ceritakan pada si bayi gebu bila dia dah besar nanti; "dulu masa Irfan kecik, pak ngah ... bla bla" dah masa aku dengan mereka singkat, dan akan lebih singkat. Keindahan keluarga. Hah, tiada harga.

Sedikit kurang enak bila pak cik mak cik di hospital apabila bersembang rangkul sekali-lah dengan doktor tanya 'your wife aaa, delivered normally or by c-sect?" lepas tu mulalah penerangan aku ni adik, ayah-nya bekerja jauh. Dapatlah respon 'haa patutlah muka nampak sama' 'wahh very good brother aa you'. Apa-apa lah labu.

Apabila dileraikan segala simpulan. Maka boleh lah aku katakan, musim panas yang agak bermanfaat walaupun unik. Terima kasih keluarga, terima kasih negara. Tolonglah kekalkan keamanan.

Mari mulakan langkah baru, langkah Orthopedik dan Rheumatology. Semoga berjaya.

Aku selit sekali video yang sangat lambat aku siapkan dari tarikh yang dijanjikan. Program 'Make Them Smile' bersama adik-adik di Sekolah Komuniti Rohingya, Kg. Cheras Baru.

Make Them Smile

Mereka memerlukan tenaga pengajar, pergilah singgah! 

#kemanisan madu takkan dilupakan :)

Will you survive Egypt?

You will survive Egypt, don't you worry. The only thing that you have to worry is that will you make the best out of Egypt. That you must put in mind. I'm not the best guy to give life advices and survival tips right now, as I'm struggling myself to make sure that when I leave Egypt in two years time, I've completed all the goals that I planned to achieve, which is far than 40% completed. But I gave you guys  something deep from my heart, so that you'll open your eyes to all the opportunities infront of you.

I had the chance to get to know some of you, from the 400 plus individuals arriving in Egypt this september scattered around from Cairo to Zaqaziq. One thing for sure, you're optimistic and excited, just like myself four years ago. Little that I know, after one year the spirit will run down, and you'll have this realization of freedom, which you never had before, and any wrong decisions that you make along the way will lead you to the deepest and darkest hole which is very hard to escape from. I'm not kidding.

You need to be persistent, active, and brave. Not scared, weak, and slow. I would really like to blame the education system for producing such quality of students, but the one who should really be blamed is no other than ourselves.

Egypt will bring you to your knees, definitely. But you will stand up again stronger than before, that is why it is the best place for you to build your character, to develop the best in you, to become passionate, focus and relentless in the pursuit of Islam, Medicine, and life.  

I'm not worried, even though most of you still have problems with rubu3 and noos genih. But who else is the better teacher than experience. You will one day be the master of arabic, talking your way through discounts and free gifts, out from deceptions and lies. 

You are the future of Islam. The future of mankind. Do not waste the opportunity given to you and only you. This advice is for me.

Stand up strong. Held your head up. Run faster.

We will survive. 

How I survived these 4 years on Prezi

"Solat pun nak main aci ligan?"

"Ramai orang dekat surau pa? sampai bahagian perempuan melimpah keluar ni ha.

Dulu time macam ni dah tinggal tiga saf, ni penuh lagi. Ramai orang pindah sini ke?"

"Budak-budak dulu dah makin besar, kira sekarang sini dah jadi kampung"

Jawapan yang legit.

Dulu aku lah budak hingusan yang bising di belakang surau main tiang lepas isyak, lepas tu pergi kedai Cina dekat dengan padang Damak pergi beli mercun mancis dan berpesta di padang sampaikan uncle Cina duduk depan padang pun keluar marah-marah. Main thunder clap tepi surau sampaikan bila meletup terkedu imam tengah baca surah sebab terkejut. Tukang kemas dapur buat air teh nak dapat elaun moreh, tambah bajet nak beli mercun.

Sekarang aku lah budak hingusan yang senyap dan hanya senyum bila bersalam. Kaget juga rasa bila setahun sekali balik berjumpa orang kampung. Kawan-kawan yang main mercun sekali entah kemana. Dunia facebook tanpa sempadan pun tak dapat main peranan.

Dan aku lah budak hingusan yang sentiasa pelik bila berjemaah di Malaysia tanah tumpah darah janji ditepati ni. Susah sangat nak rapatkan saf bila bersolat. Jarak antara jemaah tu ada yang lebih 5 inci. Nak tegur satu saf sungguh aku hanya budak. Tapi bila kita mahu rapatkan dengan orang ditepi, makin kita rapat, makin diajak rapat, makin dia lari ke tepi, makin menjarakkan diri. Nak solat pun boleh main aci ligan?

Aku faham, mungkin rapat tu nanti bila bersujud atau duduk tahiyyat tidak selesa. Tapi hilanglah berkat dan kebaikan jemaah jika saf itu tak dirapatkan.

Ingat kisah tentera Islam semasa zaman Umar RA. Tentera Islam semasa itu buntu mencari kemenangan. Semua berperang di siang hari dan beribadah di malam hari, namun belum mencapai kemenangan. Bila diteliti, ada dua perkara ringan yang diabaikan, tidak bersugi/membersihkan mulut sebelum solat, dan tidak merapatkan saf.

Rapatkan saf solat kita. InsyaAllah dengan berkat dan izin-Nya, tak bergaduh dah kita di bumi janji ditepati ni. Bergaduh sana-sini macam tak ada agenda lain.

Sahur Sampah

Bulan Ramadhan bulan mulia. Seminggu aku berpuasa di bumi Mansurah, seminggu itulah aku jadi surirumah. Bila imtihan dah khalas, sahabat serumah dah balik, kita yang gatal nak tinggal. Konon boleh mencari diri di bulan mulia, tingkat ibadah dari bulan biasa, berkat rahmat tanah penuh sejarah. Tapi, itulah, perancangan sebelum ni tak semua yang menjadi. Dulu siap rancang nak buat kek pelangi masa cuti duduk sorang, akhir sekali sekaya kuih masakan ibu pun hangus dicemari tangan aku yang rakus. Rosak makanan Melayu yang manis dan harmoni.

Aku sahur di rumah orang, aku berbuka di rumah orang, aku mandi tidur di rumah orang. Masak saja di rumah sendiri. Jadinya memang rutin aku bawak bekas berisi lauk dalam bag hijau 'please recycle' sangkut di bahu macam Mak Cik Hamidah balik beli ikan tenggiri dari Pasar Besar Cik Kiah berjalan ke arah Syari3 Makkah depan Abo Rayya. Dan sememangnya jadi rutinlah aku lalu depan pemuda-pemuda mesir ber-galabiya sambil memegang bag tangan serupa macam bag hijau please recycle aku cumanya bag mereka bertulis 'muhandeseen cement' duduk di hadapan masjid putih tepat jam 6.30pm, 20 minit sebelum berbuka. Aku tak pasti macam mana diorang boleh buat bag tangan dari bag cement, kalau copyright-kan mungkin boleh dapat royalti. Ni belum kes buat seluar dalam dari bag cement lagi, macam dalam buku Yacoubian Building tulisan Alaa Al-Aswany. Dia orang Mesir, dia mesti lagi tahu.

Apa yang buat aku fikir pasal syabab ber-beg cement ni adalah, mereka memang hari-hari akan tunggu di tepi jalan beramai-ramai, mungkin mengharapkan kalau ada kerja binaan atau angkat pasir atau apa saja, mereka akan dipanggil. Itu sistem yang aku faham. Aku tak tahulah betul salah, teringin juga nak pergi bersembang cumanya tak berkesempatan lagi. Rasa macam invading private space pulak dah lah tak kenal. Tapi di situlah mereka duduk dari pagi hingga berbuka, mungkin juga menanti makanan dari masjid, tapi ada juga mulut dah mengunyah sebelum waktu berbuka. Entahlah. Husnu Zhon. Kasihan sebenarnya, sebab ada semua lapisan umur, dari remaja hingga ke muka bapa anak lima. Maksudnya, once you are in, you'll never go out. Once a Syabab Galabiya, always a Syabab Galabiya. Mana pergi sekolah, mana pergi belajar, mana pergi masa depan. Tak ada dalam kamus. Maaf. Tapi aku doakan mana tahu ada yang jadi tauke cement nanti. Syukur.

Itu berbuka, sahur pun aku merantau juga. Biasalah takut makan sorang. Kembara ke rumah sahabat pukul 2.30am amat menenangkan. Sejuk, tak ada orang, tak ada syabab galabiya tenung bag hijau please recycle yang ada rendang ayam baru siap masak. Tapi yang aku perasan, tepat jam 2.30am ni, di tempat pelupusan sampah istaad gam3ah, yang mana bulan puasa ni makin besar pulak kawasan dia ambil. Tepi jalan macam biasa, Mesir. Akan ada seorang pak cik naik basikal tua banyak gantung plastik berbalut kepala dengan serban tercari-cari sesuatu dalam timbunan foul to3miyyah hadarol maut koshary rendang ayam tak habis buka tadi yang dah dibuang. Dia belek, nampak elok, dia makan. Dia belek, nampak sedap, dia minum. Hebat tak hebat. Kita sahur western mash potato french toast sosej. Pak cik tu sahur makan zibalah, sampah. Minum jus mangga basi yang kita buang. Makan kurma masam yang kita buang. Hebat tak hebat. Dan tempat pak cik ni sahur, betul betul tengah jalan, ada orang sahur dekat Ceaser mesti nampak, jalan depan istaad mesti nampak, jalan pergi abo raiya mesti nampak. Tapi tak seorang pun hulur air bersih, makanan bersih. Tak seorang pun, termasuk aku. Terfikir, tapi jadi takut. Takut pak cik tu ego. Takut orang ramai tegur. Takut dengan reaksi. Pengecut, aku pengecut.

Seminggu aku puasa di bumi Mansurah. Seminggu aku jadi suri rumah. Basuh peti ais sorang-sorang bila nak tinggal rumah sebulan balik bercuti di malaysia sangat seksa. Nanti isteri kemas rumah, aku tolong, aku tahu penat. Nanti isteri masak aku tolong potong bawang, aku tahu pedih mata. Nanti isteri basuh baju aku tolong sidai, aku tahu perasaan malas nak sidai baju. Sudah, tamat promosi saya jejaka meterial suami dekat bakal isteri. Nanti kata-kata hanya tinggal mimpi, hanyut. Tulisan ni jadi saksi.

Kesimpulan seminggu bersuri-rumah di bulan puasa. Tak usahlah kita tunggu untuk buat sesuatu, beribadah terutamanya. Tunggu tak kemana kita. Tangguh tak kemana kita. Tangguhlah baca Quran, nanti lagi banyak nak kena cover. Tangguhlah solat tarawih, nanti takbeer lah atas tilam. Jangan tunggu macam syabab galabiya, mulakan langkah, cari pedoman, cari ibadah, cari kerja, cari halawatul Iman.

Jangan jadi macam aku, dan semua orang yang nampak pak cik sahur makan sampah. Jika anda rasakan benda baik perlu dilakukan, perkara betul harus ditegakkan. Jangan berniat saja, nanti menyesal. Pecah persepsi orang, mereka tak mahu lihat, mereka pejam mata, kita buka, kita bantu, kita hulurkan tangan. Jangan buat kesilapan macam aku. Jangan aku ulang kesilapan yang sama. InsyaAllah.

Semoga selamat sampai di bumi Malaysia.

Semoga selamat bumi Malaysia. 

Janji ditepati.

day#8 - the day adudu used his credit card

The first week I was home, a friend of mine suddenly said, "jom aku belanja korang victoria station".

This is what we call a 'habuan rezeki pulang ke tanah air'. 

You know that feeling, as we get older, well, obviously we are getting older. I'm sure I am. If not, little boys and girls at the age of 3-6 wont call me by the title of 'uncle'. And always, my reaction was "kenapa panggil uncle?". But even how old we had grown, how often we need to shave, and how fast we're putting on weight. when it comes to being together with these guys, I realize that we never actually change, since we were brought together by fate 7 years ago, the only thing that change was, what we're doing, studying, and living. Other people come and go within our lives, but we are still together, right as we know it.    

Jenan had brought us together, and made us a better person, or not. 

But I do personally think it made us slightly better. I believe so!

More pictures on that day right here, sorry for taking so long to post the pictures. You know as they say, anticipation made the wait even worthwhile.

day #7- shopping is more exhausting than playing rugby

It was just a couple of days home, and I gladly became my sister's escort to search for a suitable outfit for her  engagement day. Little that I know, it was painstakingly exhausting. I could run, jump and sprint on the field, but I just couldn't bear strolling from one shop to another and then going back to the 1st shop we went earlier, just like doing ward rotations. Even ward rotations in the medical ward was far more interesting to be involved in. 

This flowers had been used by two different people in two separate engagement occasion. We really should ask Ayun to make a tutorial about it.  

day #6-KL Tower day

Dari bangku sekolah rendah lagi, dah dengar cerita dekat KL Tower ada restoran pusing-pusing, bila kita makan, kita pun pusing sekali 360". Dan walaupun aku warganegara Malaysia anak jati Klang, seumur hidup aku tak pernah jejak kaki dekat KL Tower. Lebih kurang perumpamaan sama macam orang Penang tak pernah sampai Bukit Bendera, French tak pernah sampai Eiffel Tower, Londoners tak pernah lalu London Bridge, Mesriyyin tak pernah naik kuda keliling Giza. Naik dengki aku tengok warga Bangladesh muda-muda dah boleh sight-seeing dekat viewing deck, kita yang dah tua ni baru nak sampai, baru nak mampu.

  

Sebab dari sekolah rendah aku obses dengan KL Tower, sebab tak pernah nak sampai, KL Tower-lah subjek lukisan aku yang paling digemari masa ujian pendidikan seni, ranking kedua lepas gunung-ganang dengan sawah padi plus matahari dekat tengah-tengah antara awan.

Trademark budak sekolah matahari tengah-tengah awan. 

couple of more pictures at kosharyphotos.

day #5- arrival day

Maybe Gulf Air ran out of budget, so they gave us the most awful flight they have on their fleet. The thing about getting back home is, each and everytime we landed home, it takes time to tune back to normal. The faces, the language, the calmness of the highways, the green trees, the rain, the foods, but it's no biggy.

The electronic passport check always make us Malaysians look cool at the airport. Foreigners had to line up to get their passport chopped here and there while we just go through the cool looking passport scanner that always have problem reading my fingerprint. 

Once it started to rain, with thunder and lightning. I got scared. No wonder there was a story that an Arab tourist got scared and cried that its the end of the world when the common tropical Malaysian storm was starting to burst with loud thunder and flashing lightning. I feel you sadiq.  

Its a ritual. Everytime I landed at KLIA, I'll go the the food court and got myself a real Malaysian-made roti canai and teh tarik. Although teh tarik at the GMN restaurant in Mansoura, Egypt taste better, it still misses that home-factor. I do personally believe that most Malaysian couldnt live without them.

I somehow miss the lets party honk honk that they have in Egypt, it's kind of different, when I drove through Klang and it feels calm, when no one was honking, the motorcycles arent playing kindergarten songs as a replace for honking, the lorries didnt have this loud, fading funny sound, and most of all, no loud Arab songs and honking in front of the house in the middle of the night.

All in all, it feels good to be home. 

    

I bought the shirt just so I could take a picture with it. Was suppose to wear it while travelling home but I figured its too much for my family to handle, so I just took a picture right after that. 3 more photos of the same shirt here at kosharyphotos

day #4 - everyday is Father's day

This was actually way way back, Father's day did fell on the day before the result came-out. And because I was so nervous about it, I couldn't get anything done. Including posting this picture, where I used some marker pens and wrote I Love Dad on my palm which is very ticklish and then holding my camera on the other hand trying to get the focus right. Only by then I actually realize that my camera was really really heavy. It was suppose to be a picture used by people who googled 'fathers day' or ' i love dad' for them to send it to their dad for fathers day, but the pre-result anticipation did screw me up a bit. So, be free to use the picture for next year!

and right after the results, we terminated our broadband account which left us with no connection for the rest of the days in Egypt, and because I was too busy conquering the world in Anno 1404, I decided to continue counting the summer days again once I got home.

  

I may do an  'I Love You' version of it later on.

day #3 - the rubber ball day

I spent unknown amount of hours twisting and pulling a packet of rubber to make this, it gives me a certain feeling of ecstasy when I could focus on something other than the world. I spent my whole day trying to make it bigger and bigger, even when my fingers start to hurt. 

That explains my commitment issues. I tend to open myself to objects rather than people.

Neh, so much for the dramatic relationship problem confession. I'm just trying to make sense on why pulling and twisting rubber and making it into a ball is so addictive. It's true, so don't ever try it.

In the end, it came-out as a very interesting photography subject. Well, at least it contributes to something!   

I didn't actually spent my whole day twisting rubbers you know. I did actually complete my editing work! At least I'm being active and productive during the whole 'do-what-ever-you-want' period. 

and lastly, I forgot to mention that my day #2 photo was taken by Ilmi while we were at Cairo last few days. He is also doing the 101 days of summer project, so do check him out, plus Auni too, and you too maybe?

click the banner above to read my previous post for this project, and for sure, I'll add up some more rubber balls and voodoo dolls pictures at kosharyphotos. Do check them out if you like the voodoo doll picture above! 

It's Ilmi's voodoo doll by the way. Cute right?  =D

Day #2- Beliau bersumpah

Dua tahun kami mengembara sekitar Mesir, belum pernah terlintas dengan drama yang penuh penipuaan yang sangat lucu sehingga bila teringat saat-saat tersebut boleh menyebabkan tergelak sehingga terguling-guling. Saat ini telah naik ke carta nombor satu pengalaman bersama pemandu teksi Mesir mengalahkan situasi diacu pistol dua tahun lepas.

Oleh kerana tiadanya teksi bermeter ketika kami tiba di Ramses, kami memilih untuk menahan teksi hitam kerana cuaca sekitar semakin panas. Dengan harga asal LE25, kami naik seperti biasa. Namun pabila mula sampai berdekatan Nasr City, pemandu mula mengatakan meter kilometer di teksi usangnya itu merupakan meter harga teksi dan dia mula minta LE60 sebagai bayaran. Memang lawak Mesir to'miyyah koshary.

Reaksi muka pemandu teksi tersebut berubah serta-merta apabila kami bertiga tergelak akibat tidak tahan dengan lawak lucu beliau. Apabila disebut kami ini pelajar dan bukan pelancong, serta ditambah dengan intonasi dan reaksi orang Mesir marah, beliau mula minta LE40 sebagai ganti.

Itupun kami tidak setuju, sehinggakan kami bertanya kalau orang Mesir yang naik, LE60 jugak?. Dan saat yang paling berharga dalam situasi ini adalah apabila kami cakap "jangan kau sumpah atas nama Allah, kau penipu!" apabila dia mula bersumpah harga memang sebanyak itu. 

Walaupun ketika sampai ke destinasi, kami tetap kalah dalam pergaduhan tersebut dan oleh kerana ada sekelumit rasa kerisauan dalam jiwa tatkala ketika kami hanya membayar LE25 dan dia mula mahu keluar dari kereta, kami tambah lagi LE15 dan katakan pada beliau,

"LE25 ni halal, tapi LE15 ni, haram ke-atasmu"

sekurang-kurangnya, walau kalah, masih ada dramatic exit disitu. 

 

Maka, untuk mengelakkan situasi seperti ini berlaku kepada anda;

1. Baca Selawat dan Basmalah ketika menahan teksi, semoga dipermudahkan urusan. (dan amat berguna untuk dapatkan teksi di Mansoura ketika mahu ke kawasan Dirasat dari Istaad semasa peak hours).
2. Untuk mudah, gunakan teksi bermeter, dan pastikan meter digunakan. ( meter yang betul, bukan meter kilometer dekat tempat accelerometer tu).
3. Jika teksi hitam di kaherah, jangan naik selagi harga tidak diputuskan, usah kira kereta di belakang teksi yang sedang hon, situasi biasa.
4. Jika pemandu tetap mula menipu ketika di tengah jalan, kita ada dua option, minta turun di situ jugak, ataupun teruskan lawan kata mereka.
5. Lawan dengan kata-kata yang meyakinkan, expressi muka, dan gaya tangan orang Mesir. agak membantu.
6. Jika tetap kalah, dan anda mahu merasa bagaimana puasnya bergaduh di tengah jalan dikelilingi orang Mesir, teruskan pergaduhan tersebut. Jika tidak, buat sahaja dramatic exit seperti yang kami buat di atas.

Semoga pemandu teksi tersebut dapat hidup aman damai dan dimurahkan rezeki supaya tidak terdesak sehingga membuat lawak lucu sebegini rupa. Dengar kata pendapatan mereka semakin sikit dengan adanya teksi bermeter putih sekarang ni, pelancong mat saleh semua guna meter. Alternatif mudah tidak mahu ditipu, naiklah tramco atau bas.

sekian hari kedua projek 101 days of summer.

101 Days of Summer [a photo-blogging project]:day #1

101 Days of Summer: Introduction

Based on experience, summer break will be one of the most unproductive time ever existed in my life. Because there will be no such thing as anatomy during this time, I'll keep myself a little occupied by participating in this project which requires me to post one picture per day for 101 days, just enough until the new semester starts. 

The difference between this project, and the photos that i will also post at my dailybooth counter at the bottom of this page is the photos will be in a better quality and describing what i feel or think on that particular day, while my dailybooth photos are just from my webcam with random pictures of what I did that day.

Original idea of this project is from illmie and you can read some guidelines at his blog, and if you think that you're getting bored by doing nothing, join us! 

I do think I can finish this project though, I really do. So, minus this photo, there will be 100 more to go! (just realize that 100 is a huge number)

and because this blog could not support full-resolution pictures, I'll be posting it at kosharyphotos too for better viewing, plus some other interesting random pictures. 

101 Days of Summer: Day #1

15th June 2010, is officially the second day after the horrifying exam week, and I realize that I woke-up in the morning with a better spirit than the normal routine morning-PBL-lectures mood. 

Picture: a post-it note on a board  at my room written with all structures that pass through every foramen from the skull. 

see you tomorrow!