01/06/2017

What A Day

Today was a little bit tiring. Even now I'm writing with a poor spirit but I guess, I can't make my blog all about my petty pieces that were published in the newspapers. Life is more than that and today is one of them.

I started the morning badly. We (Mukhriz, Najie and I) were supposed to go to Qasmiah for sahoor at 2.30am but it didn't go as planned. It's quite a complex story but in the end, I felt like Najie was at fault because when I woke up at 3.00am, he's there on his boss chair studying. Well, I think it's Najie's responsibility to like truly wakes up and gets everyone going but rather he'd chose not to. I think it's either he doesn't really want to go to Qasmiah (since he preferred Fawwal better) or he doesn't want to go at 2.30am. But the thing about Qasmiah (of which, I've been there to sahoor tons of time last year) you have be there by 2.30am, not later than that. Or else, your sahoor comfort is at stake. Anyway, that's how messed up my mood was in the very early morning.

Then, comes the exam. I didn't study at all yesterday and I have to pack the materials of today's exam in seven hours or less.  So after I had my sahoor that was given by Syahmi (my housemate), I read 18 pages of past year questions. Then, I was left with another 75 pages. Just SEVENTY-FIVE. And stupid me decided to take a 15 minutes nap that turned to 3 hours sleep. I woke up at 8.15am and read the other 75 pages of past years during my whole trip to the university, like whaaa. So... Iz.

Anyway, after the exam, I told about my frustrations towards today's sahoor incident to Mukhriz. But somehow, he was instead focusing on how I told the story and something about me lying. For me I wasn't lying because it's my way and process of telling a story line. It would be a lie if I didn't tell the whole story but he's too caught up with that because he knows about how much I don't lie and again, I wasn't lying. That hurts a bit. Because when I say I don't lie but people thinks I'm a liar, then what makes me... me?

In the evening we were helping Mukhriz to move in with Luqman and Najie. It was tiring but not that it bothers much. Mukhriz did somehow accidentally stepped on my spectacles but I didn't really care about it. First, because I'm the one who didn't put it at a safe place. Second, because I've been planning to change to a new frame after I get back to Malaysia. Seriously, I've been planning that in my mind for couples of time especially during this past month since it was somehow crooked way before that. And yet again, when I said it's okay to Mukhriz and explained that I've already wanted to change new frame anyway, so it's not a huge deal, Mukhriz didn't buy it. He said I was bluffing and only taking care of his feeling. Because he said, it's the second time he stepped on my spec and there's no way, at both time I've already wanted to change my frame before he stepped on them. I'm not sure about the previous time, but I swear to God that I seriously planned to change the frame and only He knows how sad I was when Mukhriz still didn't believe me and offered money to replace it. Offering that money is an act of courtesy and that's him, I'm okay with that. That's why I love my best friends, because they are indeed good men. But not believing what I said, when they know I don't lie and what more if I even swore in the name of God? That's heart breaking.

So, to end this day, just now we had our iftar. I came late to Mandi Jami'ah. But everything was ordered and I was hoping nothing could go wrong this time because I was hungry and tired, meaning I could just explode at anytime if any shit happened. Let me tell you about Mandi Jami'ah. This is my new favorite Arab's cuisine place. Why? One, they are cheap. Two, I love because they put the ground nuts on top of every rice meal. So, I was expecting my lovely Mandi/Zurbeyan chicken on a plate of rice with nuts on top of it with Coke after a tiring day of fasting. But you know what? Everything went wrong. First, the price for a meal in Ramadan is more expensive. Second, they switched the coke to orange juice of which I hated because I don't like drinks with pulps (and because I want my frickin coke). Third, my best friends ordered Mozbi chicken which I hate but they did ask to change it to Zurbeyan but when the waiter changed it to Zurbeyan, here comes the Fourth, the nuts were left half from the normal quantity. So much for my happy iftar meal.

And also there were a little quarrel about today's sahoor incident and Mukhriz was a little overboard I think. But yeah. That's all.

I don't really blame anyone for this. I think, it's just me being oversensitive whenever I'm hungry and tired. So, I'll be like a guy on PMS. So, it's nobody's fault.

But yeah, things happened. It gets better though. Because I used to cry whenever this kind of disarray happens but this time, I'm more calm and quiet. I wasn't raging, depressed or anything. Thank God. And Mukhriz did text just now and said sorry of which I'm so glad he did that even though like I said, I didn't think it was his fault. I was just too oversensitive today. But still, I'm glad.

In the end, I am so blessed to have these guys as my best friends. They are good men, I'm more than sure and I would bet my soul for them. So, this is not a rant or anything. it's just I want to keep note of what happened today. That's all.

That's quite long. I can't keep my eyes open anymore. So, pray for my forensic exam tomorrow and I can't wait to go back to Malaysia the day after!

Till then.
Toodles.

05/05/2017

Gula dan Guli

Salam.

Alhamdulillah 
.

Diberikan rezeki berturut-turut untuk tersiar karya dan yang terbaru berjudul "Gula dan Guli".
Boleh dapatkan surat khabar SelangorKini Edisi 5 Mei - 12 Mei 2017 untuk membacanya.

Atau boleh sahaja baca di pautan ini 
.

Buat pengetahuan, karya-karya yang tersiar di SelangorKini akan dinilai bagi Hadiah Sastera Selangor 2017. Kalau ada rezeki, siapa tahu, kan?

Hahah.

Apa-apa pun, terima kasih diucapkan kepada Tuan Editor Fazallah Pit kerana memilih karya saya untuk disiarkan.

Sebenarnya, jujurlah 
, malu juga tiap-tiap minggu karya tersiar. Tapi itulah, semangat pasca MPR 2017 masih berbaki . Tulisan yang tersiar kebanyakkannya saya tulis dalam tempoh itu cuma terbitnya sehingga ke hari ini. Sampai ditegur orang pula tu sebab bosan asyik nama saya je naik dalam Hebahan Karya Tersiar oleh Cikgu Helmi Ahmad di laman Facebook .

Sudah... tak tahu nak jawab apa bila orang cakap orang dah bosan dengan kita.

 

30/04/2017

Kisah Anak Beranak

Salam!

What a very good morning, 
 indeed.

At last, after lots of trials (eight, to be exact :P), one of my piece managed to be published by Mingguan Malaysia newspaper.

Like whaaaa... 


But after rereading the poem, I still think there's a lot to be improved.

Anyway, managing to get my poems published for three weeks in a row after going out of Minggu Penulis Remaja 2017 is a good achievement, at least, that's what I think 
.

Well, now, my only hope is that I would be consistent and make a better quality poems by time.

Lastly, don't forget to get the Mingguan Malaysia today, okay?

Toodles! 

Kisah Anak Beranak, 30th April 2017

24/04/2017

Meneguk Romantis Pujangga di Lereng Bukit

Alhamdulillah.

Rezeki sekali lagi apabila puisi berjudul "Meneguk Romantis Pujangga di Lereng Bukit" telah tersiar di dalam Utusan Malaysia pada hari Sabtu, 22 April 2017.

Puisi ini ditulis sambil mengenang seorang lelaki Bedouin yang datang kepada saya dan sahabat di Petra, Jordan. Lelaki itu orangnya ria dan murah dengan kata-kata muluk.

Aneh.

Tetapi, mungkin inilah yang dikatakan orang sebagai "free spirit".

Mungkin.



21/04/2017

Mengirim Surat Semangat

Hey there.

I've been submitting a lot of poems to newspapers and magazines recently. Especially since Minggu Penulis Remaja 2017.

Well, even so, none of them were published. Maybe because I was too eager and couldn't be patient and thus it seemed to be taking forever.

So, I was walking with Najie and Mukhriz until I got bored and say, "Guys, pray for me that one of my work get published this week, okay?"

Both of them amin-ed.

And guess what?

Yup.

My first published poem for this year!

Alhamdulillah.


It's called "Mengirim Surat Semangat" and was published by Berita Harian on 16th April 2017. Here's the poem.


Lol, the one who gave me this pic even highlighted my name XD


Funny thing is, for last year, my first poem too was published in April and also by Berita Harian. Well, thanks to the Editor, Mr Nazmi Yaakub for selecting my poems and giving me a chance. At least, now, I can call myself a writer.

Learning, still.
Lol.
Till then,
toodles!

08/04/2017

Minggu Penulis Remaja (1)

"How was your holiday in Malaysia, Iz?"

Soalan ini bertalu-talu ditembak usai saya kembali ke tanah Syam yang semakin garang matarinya.

Mengingat kembali kenangan hampir dua minggu lalu tidak sukar. Saya mendepani pelbagai cabaran untuk menyertai program ini. Sementelahan keberadaan saya di Jordan sebagai pelajar perubatan tahun lima. Walau bagaimanapun, aturan Tuhan lebih hebat dan bijaksana.

Minggu Penulis Remaja

Sejujur-jujurnya, niat saya hanya satu; mendapatkan gelaran sebagai alumni MPR . Ya, saya sertai MPR semata kerana nama. Panggillah saya superfisialis, dan saya akan akui dengan rela. Siapa tidak mahu berada seiring dan sejajar dengan nama-nama hebat alumni ini? Jujurlah .

Poster Permohonan MPR 2017
Saya mula terlibat dalam dunia penulisan dengan menghadiri bengkel penulisan kendalian Puan Nisah Haji Haron(1993) dan Kak Salina Ibrahim(1991). Meneruskan pengajian di bumi Jordan, saya bertemu pula Abang Shafiq Said(?) dan sempat berguru dengannya. Abang Haniff Yusoff(2009) dan Kak Ainunl Muaiyanah(2006) pula seringkali berinteraksi dengan saya di media sosial sejak beberapa tahun dahulu. Sebagai ahli aktif Grup Karyawan Luar Negara, saban hari laman Facebook saya dipenuhi pos Abang Fahd Razy(2000). Nah! Mereka inilah yang mewarnai minat saya terhadap dunia penulisan sastera.

Bengkel penulisan pertama dan alumni MPR pertama saya kenali adalah
Puan Nisah Haron pada tahun 2009 

Dan hari ini, saya menjadi sebahagian daripada mereka.
Apakah ada nikmat yang lebih bahagia dari ini?

Di awal mula, saya sedikit tidak senang. Saya membelanjakan lebih RM2000 untuk membeli tiket kapal terbang, ditambah RM200 sebagai yuran penyertaan. Dalam bahasa kasar, saya membeli nama dengan harga RM2200. Dan mungkin sahaja peserta lain adalah dari sekolah menengah entah mana-mana yang sebenarnya tak mengerti pun peri pentingnya program ini! Alangkah ruginya.

Kalau yang pasti hebat pun adalah Taufiq Roslan yang saya sendiri beria-ia mengajaknya di Instagram kerana dia adalah kenalan sahabat karib saya di Jordan. Taufiq mempunyai satu kumpulan puisi berjudul "Sahifah Buat Kekasih" keluaran Grup Karyawan Luar Negara yang mana, saya pun masih skeptik dengan kehebatan Taufiq kerana saya tahu, ketika itu GKLN ingin mempromosikan ahlinya untuk berkarya dan menerbitkan buku masing-masing buat kali pertama. Maka, mungkin sahaja karyanya tidak berkualiti dan sekadar cukup-cukup makan tetapi masih dilepaskan dengan menutup sebelah mata.

Memang bersungguh mengajak budak ni 

Sejurus program bermula, saya mengenali seorang demi seorang. Dan demi masa yang berlalu, Tuhan ingin mengajar saya ketika itu.

Astaghfirullah, betapa buruknya prasangka saya. Rata-rata yang saya kenali (lelaki terutamanya) adalah penulis-penulis hebat yang datang daripada pelbagai latar belakang dan bukan calang-calang 

Dua daripada mereka, Johan Radzi dan Azrin Fauzi, masing-masing pernah tersenarai karyanya dalam Cerpen Terbaik 2014 dan 2015 keluaran Fixi. Abdul Karim, Akif Jebat, Muhammad Ramadani dan Muhammad Fadzli karya mereka banyak tersiar secara eceran dalam majalah dan surat khabar. Iman Danial pula ada menulis dalam "Lalu Aku Hidup Sebagai Apa?" yang merupakan buku bacaan semasa saya sebelum datang ke MPR. Abdul Rashid adalah pelajar penulisan skrip di UITM. Hatta yang paling muda dan kononnya paling tidak berpengalaman, adalah Ryinaldi dan Ammar yang baru sahaja selesai Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia 2016, dan mereka ini adalah bekas peserta Tunas Remaja Kebangsaan! 

Oh ya, saya berkesempatan membaca "Sahifah Buat Kekasih". Ya Tuhan, karya-karya yang berjaya saya baca selintas lalu itu, membuatkan diri ini jadi kerdil . GKLN tidak mengeluarkan karya cukup makan, tetapi karya yang memakan hati saya!

Pernah beli, tapi tak baca. Bila ke MPR, baru curi baca tuan dia punya


Bersambung...

28/03/2017

In Love

It's been a while (this has to be the most used phrase in my blog XD)
BUT...

I'm back again!

Yip! yip!

*KingCoco style*



Anyway, I'm not supposed to be here for too long but...

can I tell you a secret?

I already told you in the title actually.



Yup,

I'm so much in love. Like wha...
Hahah. Yes, you read that right.

And let me tell you, she is so perfect.
She's the kind of person who fits my missing piece.
She's also the one with all of the stuff that I said when someone asked me what kind of girl would I love to have as my girl and to be really damn honest, that's a lot of list and she's all that. Can you believe it?

I can't tell you exactly how she's the perfect one but trust me when I say so.

Oh man.
How in the heaven, I managed to actually find her, right?

God's being so nice to me nowadays.
Alhamdulillah ala kulli hal.


Source

14/07/2016

Sorrow

I am now finding it hard to be happy in life.
As far as I go today, I really can't be bothered (or am I?) to the fact that I will have sufficient amount of happiness I used to seek.

I am at peace with myself. With what I am predestined to life. I will seek no more. My world, is the world of sorrow, loneliness and emptiness. Yes, these are the recipe to cook my life. And I'm turning black to stupid events, mistakes and problems that never seems to be holding themselves back from serving me what I 'deserve'.

And of course it's wrong for me to say that I am now all alone. I do have a few that are with me right now, but yet, based on my experience, they won't last. I am sure of that. It's either them or me. If it's them; they are humans after all, men are made to be mortal. Even though by not dying. And if it's me; either my ego, intro-extroversion, or just my skepticism which has proven to be the clairvoyant of my miserable life.

This post is so ambiguous for those who doesn't know me, and I am sorry for that.
This post is just for me to blurt out my sense of frustration towards my path of life and to bring calmness to my side. Oh, how I wish for that.

Good night to all.
Till then.


05/06/2016

Ramadan

So, tomorrow is Ramadan. And the next day is my Pediatrics final exam. Damn.
I'm not prepared well enough. For both of them. Hahah.

Anyway, it's my second last Ramadan before I finish my studies in Jordan. Yup, just two more years, Godspeed. And like everyone else, I hope that this Ramadan can build a better me.

Have a good fasting month and insya-Allah all the barakah will come upon us. Amin.
Wish me luck for my exam!

Till then.

Toodles!


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