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Pilihan di tangan saya !

Apa peranan dan sumbangan kita dalam kes musibah banjir yang melanda Pantai Timur loni?

Ada beberapa pilihan, sebenarnya.

Saya boleh saja duduk di rumah, kondo mewah di pinggir KL

Buka TV dan tengok berita pasal kereta tenggelam, rumah hanyut dan kanak-kanak lemas di Tanah Merah.

Lepas tu saya kata “kesian depa..” sambil minum kopi O cicah biskut mayat.

“Innalillahi wainna ilai hi raajiun. Bersabarlah”.

“Hidup satu ujian”

“Bacalah Quran surah Al Ankabut ayat 2”


Saya boleh saja masuk komputer dan transfer online sedikit sumbangan kpd mangsa banjir.


Saya boleh ikut serta misi banjir, kalau saya mampu.

Pilihan di tangan anda.

Ingat setiap keputusan anda akan disoal pada suatu hari — hari yang tiada mak ayah atau kawan karib yg boleh tolong anda.

Each soul matters

Allah jadikan setiap kita bukan saja-saja.

Setiap kita dijadikan dengan tujuan dan matlamat. Allah menjadikan kita untuk beribadat kepadaNya, Tuhan yang Esa. Tuhan yang satu. Bukan dua atau tiga atau empat.

Setiap nyawa berharga.


Tiada lagi sahabat di sini


Sajak:  Tiada lagi sahabat di sini.

Lahad Datu bukanlah pekanku
Amat cantik budaya menarik

Di pinggir Laut Sulu
Di negeri di bawah bayu

March 2013 membawa cerita duka
Hujan peluru dan bom  menggegar desa
Gerangan apakah ini?
Wayangkah ini?
Siapakah tentera Sulu itu?

Kini yang tinggal monumen sayu
Liang-liang lahad  yang membeku
Di Lahad Datu

Di negeri di bawah bayu

Manusia rakus membunuh dan dibunuh
Tiada lagi sahabat di Felda Sahabat
Hanya yang tinggal dendam dan kesal
Dan Sultan Sulu menunggu wahyu


Abu Adam
Miri, Sarawak
March 2013

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Message from Myanmar #5

This is a forwarded email from Mary Anthony in Yangon, Myanmar.

Useless Life

A farmer got so old that he couldn’t work the fields anymore. So he would spend the day just sitting on the porch. His son, still working the farm, would look up from time to time and see his father sitting there. “He’s of no use any more,” the son thought to himself, “he doesn’t do anything!”
One day the son got so frustrated by this, that he built a wood coffin, dragged it over to the porch, and told his father to get in. Without saying anything, the father climbed inside.
After closing the lid, the son dragged the coffin to the edge of the farm where there was a high cliff. As he approached the drop, he heard a light tapping on the lid from inside the coffin. He opened it up. Still lying there peacefully, the father looked up at his son. “I know you are going to throw me over the cliff, but before you do, may I suggest something?” “What is it?” replied the son. “Throw me over the cliff, if you like,” said the father, “but save this good wood coffin. Your children might need to use it.”

Message from Myanmar #4

This is a forwarded email from Mary Anthony in Yangon, Myanmar.

The Rain

It was a busy
Morning, about 8:30, when an elderly
Gentleman in his 80’s arrived to have
Stitches removed from his thumb.
He said he was in a hurry as he had an
Appointment at 9:00 am.
I took his vital
Signs and had him take a seat,
Knowing it would be over an hour
Before someone
Would to able to see him.
I saw him looking at his watch and
Decided, since I
Was not busy with another patient,
I would evaluate his wound.
On exam, it was
Well healed, so I talked to one of the
Doctors, got the needed supplies to
Remove his sutures and redress his wound.

While taking care of
His wound, I asked him if he
Had another doctor’s appointment
This morning, as
He was in such a hurry.

The gentleman told me no, that he
Needed to go to
The nursing home to eat breakfast
With his wife. I inquired as to her

He told me that she had been there
For a while and that she
Was a victim of Alzheimer’s Disease.

As we
Talked, I asked if she would be
Upset if he was a bit late.

Replied that she no longer knew
Who he was, that she had not
Recognized him in
Five years now.

I was surprised, and asked him,
‘And you still go every
Morning, even though she
Doesn’t know who you are?’

He smiled as he
Patted my hand and said,

‘She doesn’t
Know me, but I still know who she is.’

I had to hold back
Tears as he left, I had goose bumps
On my arm, and thought,

‘That is
The kind of love I want in my life.’

True love is
Neither physical, nor romantic.

True love is an
Acceptance of all that is,
Has been, will be, and will not

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