Bbabi Taanoh

Kan saye de cerite yang saye akan wat post laen psl perbualan saye ngan akak opis Hospital Sultanah Nur Zahirah Kuala Terengganu. Berikut adalah petikan kata-kata beliau kepada saya, dalam nada suara yang keletihan dan amat saiko sekali;

"Eeee..berat weh. Awok tahu dok kije duktor ni bukang mudoh2. Payoh awok tahu. Guling netang guling netang la awok kak spita ni. Tapi awok orang lakki kang. Kire dok payoh ah. Bukan dok payoh mnde, payoh tu memang payoh doh. Cume awok dakyoh mikir rumoh la. Lagipun tanggungjawak awok doh cari nafkoh. Kire mate pecariang awok doh la. Ni kalu orang puang ni. Nok ade keluorge lagi. Doh tokkang awok takmboh nikoh dok? Orang puang payoh. Hubungang nge suammi, anok2.

Orang lakki pong sekse juggok. Sekse blakke.Macang ade duktor mude puang sorang baru ni ye katte- Saye nyessa kate. Saye salloh amek jalang doh kak eh. Doh ye ah due tige ari dok keje ongko sapa ke tadop rehak pah. Balik nok care ke rumoh pulok. Doh tokkang nok lok gitu je owk?

Kaddang tu sapa 2-3 hari dok musing kliling spitta eh, doh nok rehak wanne? pasyeng tu lah, pasyeng ni lah. tu sappa ye katte kije duktor pe bbabi tannoh!"


Isk3...aku tau korang tak paham. Jadi aku sediakan terjemahannye. Saje aku gune jugak bahasa loghat, supaye mesej dapat disampaikan dengan lebih tepat dari sudut bahasa kepada orang yang memahami.


"Eeee, susah tau. Awak tahu tak yang kerja doktor ni bukan senang. Susah tau, terguling terlentang la awak kat hospital ni. Tapi awak (Lordhosni) orang lelaki kan, jadi takdelah susah. Bukan tak susah, susah tu sememanngye ade, cuma awak tak payah fikir sangat soal rumahtangga. Lagipun dah tanggungjawab awak cari nafkah. Kalau perempuan, nak ade keluarga lagi, takkanlah awak (bakal2 doktor) tak nak kahwen kan? Susahlah kalau orang perempuan (jadi doktor). Hubungan dengan suami dan anak2 (kena jaga).

Orang lelaki pun apa kurangnya. Dua-dua (jantina) pun sama (tahap kesusahannya). Baru-baru ni ada seorang doktor perempuan muda (baru) bercerita pada saya. Dia kate dia menyesal. Die kata die dah salah ambil jalan. Masakan tidak, dua-tiga hair kerja on-call sampai tiada rehat. Balik rumah pula banyak perkara lain (urusan rumahtangga) menanti. Takkanlah nak biar macam tu je kan?

Kadang-kadang tu sampai dua-tiga hari keliling hospital (rawat pesakit). Dah tu nak rehat bile? Pesakit yang itu lah, pesakit yang ini lah. Sampai dia (doktor muda tadi) tu kate kerja doktor macam kerja babi tanah!"

Saya kata: Babi tanah pun, babi tanah la labu.....

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Kisah Minggu Terakhir Ramadhan

Kisah #1

AKu benci betul Bandar KT eh, silap, BANDARAYA KT bile cuti raye. Hari laen bukan tak benci, Benci jugak, tapi tak mendalam sangat. Nasihat aku pd orang2 yang nk bawak kete kat Bandaraya KT mase cuti raye ni, janganlah anda gatal2 nak cabar siput babi lumba. Kerana anda pasti kalah. Kerana kesesakannya amatlah dasyat. Segala mak nenek perantau dan pelancong serta pelencong bertandang.

Lalu untuk urusan mendapatkan kebenaran wat kerja sosial di Hospital cuti ni, saye pon berderumlah dengan motor kris buruk saye tu, lalu swaktu balik, tersekat lagi dalam satu trafik jem. Maka dengan gaya rempitnye, saya pon mencilok mengikut puluhan motor laen, melalui lane yg salah disebelah. Tiba2 gedebuk! Langgar kete sorang brader ni. Kemik la jugak kereta beliau. Nak dipendekkan cerita, setelah letih bersilat dan bertikam lidah serta bertumbuk bergomol dan bergocoh, akhirnya Dua ratus ringgit bertukar tangan.

"Hilang gitu jelah due ratuh kite. Ingak sikek gamok" Bapak gua berleter. Gua tak beli pon baju melayu taon ni. Takut den nak mintak.


Kisah #2

Ini agak tragis. Berderumlah aku tadi dengan motor buruk kesayangan mencelahi kereta berplat aneka negeri di Bandar eh, BANDARAYA KT terbenci ini. Tujuan utama, beli sluaq jeans pasal sluaq kegemaran sedia ada rabak sudah. Nak pendek cita, beli la sehelai. Murah je. Tak mboh mahal2. Berderum pulak ke kedai jam tua depan Pasar Payang untok mebaiki jam sayer yang patah cangkuknye berbulan-bulan lepas. Saye pegi KLCC tanye kedai sane, die tak baiki, nak antau centre, tunggu 4 bulan. Saye antau kat apek tua ni, 5 minit da siap tukar plat cangkuk! Beraya dengan jam la saye taon ni, bior baju lame pon! Saye sayang sesangat dengan jam sayer kerna nostalgia lampau yang terlalu banyak

Lopeh tu saya berderum kejap ke kedai buku.

Nak cari buku Rahsia Al Arqam karya Ann Wan Seng. Tapi abes stok. Sayer pon balek ke motor saye di tempat parkir, dan mendapati seluaq jeans yg saya letak dalam raga motor tu ilang!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ARGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Gi tingga gitu gok padang la. Supe nok buwi ke orang la." Terok sungguh saye disindir bapak saye. Sayer mengambil hati beliau balik dengan merawat tangan beliau yang terluka dihiris pisau semasa kami meraut tebu sebelum dimesin untuk di ambil air sebagai juadah berbuka. Sweet kan sayer ni?


Kisah #3

Kisah ini saya akan cerita kemudian bile ade mase lampau. Mengenai isi perbualan sayer dan akak opis Hospital Sultanah Nur Zahirah KT. Isi perbualan kami berkisar mengenai kehidupan seorang doktor dan cabaran2nya.

Beliau siap tunjuk saya buku unjuran gaji2 doktor lepasan ijazah kat Hospital tu sekali!! Tapi sayangnya, itu bukan sesuatu yang menggembirakan atau memberi motivasi.


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Chef Wan the Unsung Hero

Although it is quite late, But Lord Hosni de Wise congratz u for your recent triumph of being awarded with;

Best Celebrity Television Chef of the Gourmand World Cookbook Awards

and I heard that Oprah are going to invite u to cook in her show..

Chef Wan, u r the jewel of the malays and malaysia.

We are proud of u

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Pak Cik Serigala

In many ways that it seems to appear, my holiday is not bad after all. Not to mention that I missed tarawikh on the second night due to a long chat with my aunt. The rest is quite okay though the sensation of early Ramadhan is not there, plus the selawat between the tarawikh recited by those Johoreans are quite unordinary and unacceptable for me.

I was quite shocked with such selawat recited by them. The verses sound unheard of. My early assumption was that those Johoreans of Surau Kampung Padang Lalang, Tangkak, are of Shia sect, or maybe they are followers of other schools of the Sunnis.

Bearing in mind that such small matter is not something worthy to argue, I continue my prayers with my heart devoted solely to God Almighty. Alas, the devotion is not really a full one. Being a guest to such a hospitable aunt, Ramadhan is an interesting experience. Though my body follows the Imaam in front, often I found my mind leaving his charming and pious owner, travelling back to the dining table and the streets of Bazaar Ramadhan.

Ayam Percik Bangsar bought from Bazaar Jasin is real delicious. I had been longing it for a couple of years since I left Jasin after SPM. Nasi Ambang (pronounced as ambeng) on the second day really amuse me, though they replace the Ayam Kicap with Ayam Ungkep. It is not really Nasi Ambang then but my first experience tasting the Ayam Ungkep was delightful. The tastes of herbs and spices overwhelming me mouth, savouring every single taste bud on me tongue.

It was the evening of me third day in Tangkak when I paid a visit to the beloved MRSM Tun Ghafar Baba, the place where Lord Hosni was born. To my surprise, the security guard allow me to wander in the college compound with my uncle’s bike and he even treated me nicely, with a long chat that I entertained not-so-full-heartedly. He reminds me of an old security guard back in my beloved college in Seremban.

So I wander around in the college compound, capturing a few pictures with my Daun, of places that are nostalgic for me. But before I manage to visit my old classroom, another security guard rode his bike approaching me.

“Dik, takleh masuk la dik..skang ni waktu cuti..takleh masuk.”

Obeying his order, I dashed back to Tangkak at once as it is 6.30pm already. My early intention of visiting my friend; Iqbal, was not fulfilled as sunset is about time.

The way the second security guard “chased” me away in a very polite manner indeed melts me heart. Both security guards I met that day were new there. The security company had changed already. They were not the same guards patrolling the college during my time. Yes, the man whom we nicknamed Pakcik Serigala or Pakcik Ghost Rider was not there. Somehow, I miss that man.

That night, I slept soundly, reminiscing the sound of an old Honda Cup, riding along the corridors of the Form 5 classrooms, with a big man on it, cap covering his long hair, round grim face, long moustache and a thick pair of glasses. It is 1 o’ clock in the morning, and the tranquillity of the school is then disturbed by Pakcik Ghost Rider, barking;

“Balek balek balek!!!!”



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Lord Hosni Jadi Pak Cik

Kangkar Pulai, 28 Ogos. Lord Hosni de Wise dalam satu sidang media tergempar semalam telah membuat satu kenyataan yang menggemparkan. Beliau telah mengumumkan bahawa kakak ipar beliau telahpun berbadan dua. Apabila ditanya perasaan beliau, beliau menyatakan rasa syukur yang tidak terhinggag dan ucapan tahniah buat abangnya laki bini.

"Biasalah, dah kawen tu, ada rezeki pulak nak dapat anak. Alhamdulillah la. Saya terharu jagak pasal ini adalah pertama kali dalam keluarga kami."

Beliau yang tidak sabar-sabar hendak menjadi bapa saudara, kini sedang mula memikirkan nama yang sesuai untuk anak saudaranya nanti memanggil beliau.

"Pak Su atau Pak Chu agak klasik. Namun boleh dipertimbangkan. Lagipun beliau (kakak ipar) baru lima minggu (berbadan dua)."

Sambi menikmati Nasik Ambang, beliau menegur tindakan wartawan sesetengah tabloid yang mengganggu cuti neliau yang tak seberapa itu. Beliau turut membuat ulasan mengenai Nasik Ambang yang dijamah beliau yang disifatkannya sebagai mantap.

"Nasik Ambang memang sedap, dah lama saya suka. Lagi-lagi yang Johor punya. Tempat laibn saya tak jumpa lagi yang sedap. Akhirnya, setelah sekian lama, Johor dan rakyatnya mempunyai sesuatu untuk dibanggakan." - AFP


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Awal Ramadhan

Here I am in a such a pathetic cybercafe in Tangkak, Johor, where I am spending a few days of my precious holiday with my aunt.

For many Malay muslims, as well as a handsome and charming guy like me, spending the Awal Ramadhan wiith family at home is something sweet and a must. Alas, it had been three years then, since first celebrated the Awal Ramadhan at home.

Sad.

I remember the very first time I look at 2009 calendar. The very first thing I find is the date of the Awal Ramadhan. Glad tiding, the Awal ramadhan is during our mid-sem holiday.

Gracious.

However, a few weeks ago, a phone call from me beloved old sweet mother crashed me heart, me dream, and me hope.

"Cuti bulan 8 nanti, kamu cuti sminggu kan?"

"Ye, time tu awal puasa kan?"

"Haaa...tapi mak ngan ayah gi umrah tau..lame da kami teghingin nak umrah bulan puase kat sane..bukan senang nak dapat! Jadinye, takde sape le di Terengganu, mak nak kamu..."

"Ikut skali? bole jugak!"

The level of euphoria suddenly gushed up. Damn, this is better!

"Hangguk kamu! Kamu ade duit ke? Jangan nak peghasan..Kamu balik umah abang kamu di Johor"

Stunned......

Down

Down

Down

Down sampai subuh.


My brother is going to pick me up within this week. Head to Kangkar Pulai then.

Hate this life. But on the positive side, I got the chance to visit Jasin town and it's Bazaar amadhan. Daman miss it so much.

And I bought Ayam Percik Bangsar !!!! Those from Malacca will know this. Its good...Its damn good, damn delicious, damn scrumptious, damn sedak nok mapuh!... I have been longing this chicken for 2 years!

God really have His own way.


P/s; Salam Ramadhan to all readers and visitors. May this month be the month of barakah and salvation from hell.

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Faith

In a conversation with a very wonderful lady, whom I barely knew her before, she said

“To me, your faith is just between you and your God”

I just nodded my head and admitted that I couldn’t agree more with her. To disagree and fire her back would be very unadvisable as we just build the friendship a few minutes before she mention her opinion.

She went on and on talking about she does not prefer people to advice her on her attire, her behaviour, though some of it disobey what Islam had told, and she knows it, and so and so.

She continue about how the way Islam is practiced in this country does not really portray the faith itself and many more wonderful opinions and many new exciting point of views I explore and agree that night. They are really something to ponder.

Judging her attire, you would not even care to listen to what she says, as we, the Malays, always associate those kind of opinion, if it is from a lady, should be coming from a lady with tudung bulat with jubah and not a single powder on her face.

Back to the quotation, which, I believe, many people agree with it, including me. However, in my opinion, many people use this quotation as a shield against all the advices meant to them, whether it is about aurat, or social relationship, or men-women relationship, or many other issues under the sun.

I agree with the quotation, however, I believe many nowadays Muslims all over the world use the quotation, as a ticket to disobey God’s word.

Look, it is very easy to say that our faith is between us and God. Being Muslim, faith between u and God is the kalimah syahada;

“I bear witness that there is no other God but Allah, and Muhammad is the messenger of Allah”

It is all between you and Him. I agree! Allah will not question your faith only because one of your Muslim brother or sister questions it. Allah looks at your heart, deep inside. It is true! And I was very happy to quote this from her, showing her sincerity with God.

Look, here is my say. If people say that their faith is just between them and God, agree with them. This shows that they still have faith in God, and they are sincere with God, and they don’t care about what others might think about them. They have freed themselves from riak!

Alhamdulillah.

However, by saying that, you also say that you believe in God, and being a Muslim, we all believe that there are no other God other than Allah. By having faith in Him, automatically, we also believe in his Words, the Holy Koran. By believing in Allah, automatically, we also believe that Muhammad is the true messenger of Allah. By believing Prophet Muhammad pbuh, we also believe in the truth of whatever he said; the hadith.

And by believing in Allah and Muhammad pbuh, we believe we have been given the Holy Koran and the Hadith as our guidance in embarking a journey called LIFE.

In this modern day, many new things happened and come out, and the world has really challenges the Muslims to stick to their faith with all the obstacles. And in such a chaotic (this word might look a bit exaggerated) situation, Islam is still applicable and is still a guidance to mankind.

However, with the advance of many things and development of technology in many areas, with people changing their way of living, with economic and social structure keep changing from time to time, the task of ensuring that our life is still on the track of the Islamic law and commandment has now become more difficult. This would refer to the situation of stating the hukum, or the status in Islamic law (whether it is allowed or not).

This hukums, is the results of the Koran and the Hadith being the guidance to mankind. However, stating a hukum, that keeps forever changing according to the situation; need us to refer back to Koran and Hadith.

The Koran and the Hadith is metaphorically to be a deep ocean full of precious pearls beneath it. The precious pearls are the guidance in deducing the hukum. However, most of us, who are just a layman, are not able to dive through this very deep ocean, to take those pearls out.

But we need the pearl!

So we went to the people who have the ability to dive into this deep ocean. The deep sea diver! You see, it is common sense. If you want to know about geology, you go to geologist. If you want to know more about anatomy, you got to anatomist.

Same goes for economy, archaeology, physic, medicine, and so on. You always go to the right person, the person with the required skills and knowledge, in order to obtain knowledge about the concerning area.

You don’t go to the mechanic to ask about medicine, you go to pharmacist instead. You don’t go to pharmacist if you want to know about economy. You go to an economist instead.

So, when you want to know what Islam says about this and that, you go to the right person. The learned man, the Muslim scholars, the ulama’ !

It makes sense!

So, follow the scholar, not your own kepale (head)!

However, justify their statement first, with all the might and ability that you have, before accepting their opinion.

May be some of their reasoning doesnt make sense and often misleading. This would require our own ability and strength in deducing the hukum.

May Allah guide you in these days.

May Allah guide you all. Amin

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