November 18, 2012

Tutorial: Download Filem atau Video

Ana dapat permintaan daripada kawan-kawan ana yang inginkan tutorial download filem. Actually, ana pun baru je tau tutorial ni. Maklumlah, pihak matrikulasi tak kasi pelajar keluar outing dalam masa seminggu selepas habis final exam. Sedih betul la. 

Okay. Firstly, antum pergi ke dan antum boleh cari filem-filem yang antum nak download. Tetapi, sekiranya antum browse internet guna Google Chrome atau Firefox, antum semua boleh guna extension FLV Downloader untuk download video dan filem yang boleh DITONTON secara online waima di YouTube atau (website yang menyediakan tontonan filem online). 

Untuk video yang boleh ditonton secara online (sekiranya antum nak download sekali) seperti di YouTube atau HDMGalaxy, antum boleh buat macam ni. 

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Ana guna FLV Downloader untuk download video dari YouTube atau mana-mana website yang boleh tonton video secara online. FLV Downloader tu seperti yang tertera di gambar, yang berwarna biru.  

Tetapi, sekiranya antum nak download filem-filem yang agak besar saiznya, mungkin dalam 300 MB ke atas, antum boleh guna cara ini. Dan kebiasaannya, website sebegini tak menyediakan tontonan secara online, jadi, antum kenalah men-download-nya. Hehe. Contoh website tersebut adalah

1. Cari dahulu filem yang antum nak download. Misalnya, antum nak download ParaNorman. 

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2. Selepas dah jumpa filem ParaNorman, scroll ke bawah sikit dan antum akan jumpa link READ MORE. Klik link READ MORE. 

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3. Selepas dah klik READ MORE, antum akan dibawa ke satu web page. Di situ, antum scroll bawah sikit dan antum akan dapati dua link yang tertulis "CLICK HERE TO get links." Klik mana-mana satu link, sebab kedua-duanya akan pergi ke web page yang sama. 

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4. Okay antum boleh tarik nafas sebentar dan tengok bumbung rumah antum. Hehe. Then, antum dibawa ke satu web page yang berlatar belakang hitam, kan ? Kat situ ada diminta password. Okay antum isi password ni: 
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Selepas dah isi password, klik SUBMIT. 

5.  Antum sekarang dibawa pergi ke satu web page lain pula. Rupanya seperti gambar di bawah ni, kan ? Okay. Antum boleh pilih salah satu uploader (Hulkshare, BF, Filecloud etc.) untuk download beberapa part video yang disediakan. 

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Ana ingin ingatkan antum bahawa antum kena download SEMUA part untuk uploader yang telah dipilih. Contohnya, antum bercadang nak download part dari Hulkshare, so antum kena download semua part yang disediakan, Part 1,2,3,4, dan seterusnya. Selepas antum klik part tersebut, download akan start. 
Ana selalunya guna Hulkshare atau FileCloud atau MF (MediaFire) sebab uploader yang lain kadang-kadang tak berfungsi atau tak menyediakan link download filem. 

6. Selepas antum dah habis download kesemua part yang disediakan, antum kena JOIN part-part tersebut. Sebelum JOIN part tersebut, antum kena download HJSPLIT dahulu. Google sahaja HJSPLIT okay. :) 

7. Then, untuk JOIN part yang dah download tu, antum boleh tengok video ni. 

Bila antum join part tu, jangan risau sebab part yang dipilih hanyalah part .001. Hasilnya nanti akan membentuk sebuah video yang boleh ditonton. So, antum dah berjaya download filem :) Alhamdulillah. 

Rachel Corrie in Memory


Rachel Corrie April 10, 1979 – March 16, 2003

Hi friends and family, and others,

I have been in Palestine for two weeks and one hour now, and I still have very few words to describe what I see. It is most difficult for me to think about what’s going on here when I sit down to write back to the United States. Something about the virtual portal into luxury. I don’t know if many of the children here have ever existed without tank-shell holes in their walls and the towers of an occupying army surveying them constantly from the near horizons. I think, although I’m not entirely sure, that even the smallest of these children understand that life is not like this everywhere. An eight-year-old was shot and killed by an Israeli tank two days before I got here, and many of the children murmur his name to me – Ali – or point at the posters of him on the walls. The children also love to get me to practice my limited Arabic by asking me, “Kaif Sharon?” “Kaif Bush?” and they laugh when I say, “Bush Majnoon”, “Sharon Majnoon” back in my limited arabic. (How is Sharon? How is Bush? Bush is crazy. Sharon is crazy.) Of course this isn’t quite what I believe, and some of the adults who have the English correct me: “Bush mish Majnoon” … Bush is a businessman. Today I tried to learn to say, “Bush is a tool,” but I don’t think it translated quite right. But anyway, there are eight-year-olds here much more aware of the workings of the global power structure than I was just a few years ago.

Nevertheless, no amount of reading, attendance at conferences, documentary viewing and word of mouth could have prepared me for the reality of the situation here. You just can’t imagine it unless you see it – and even then you are always well aware that your experience of it is not at all the reality: what with the difficulties the Israeli army would face if they shot an unarmed US citizen, and with the fact that I have money to buy water when the army destroys wells, and the fact, of course, that I have the option of leaving. Nobody in my family has been shot, driving in their car, by a rocket launcher from a tower at the end of a major street in my hometown. I have a home. I am allowed to go see the ocean. Ostensibly it is still quite difficult for me to be held for months or years on end without a trial (this because I am a white US citizen, as opposed to so many others). When I leave for school or work I can be relatively certain that there will not be a heavily armed soldier waiting halfway between Mud Bay and downtown Olympia at a checkpoint with the power to decide whether I can go about my business, and whether I can get home again when I’m done. So, if I feel outrage at arriving and entering briefly and incompletely into the world in which these children exist, I wonder conversely about how it would be for them to arrive in my world.

They know that children in the United States don‚t usually have their parents shot and they know they sometimes get to see the ocean. But once you have seen the ocean and lived in a silent place, where water is taken for granted and not stolen in the night by bulldozers, and once you have spent an evening when you haven‚t wondered if the walls of your home might suddenly fall inward waking you from your sleep, and once you‚ve met people who have never lost anyone˜once you have experienced the reality of a world that isn‚t surrounded by murderous towers, tanks, armed “settlements” and now a giant metal wall, I wonder if you can forgive the world for all the years of your childhood spent existing—just existing—in resistance to the constant stranglehold of the world‚s fourth largest military—backed by the world’s only superpower—in it‚s attempt to erase you from your home. That is something I wonder about these children. I wonder what would happen if they really knew. As an afterthought to all this rambling, I am in Rafah: a city of about 140,000 people, approximately 60% of whom are refugees – many of whom are twice or three times refugees. Rafah existed prior to 1948, but most of the people here are themselves or are descendants of people who were relocated here from their homes in historic Palestine—now Israel. Rafah was split in half when the Sinai returned to Egypt.

Currently, the Israeli army is building a fourteen-meter-high wall between Rafah in Palestine and the border, carving a no-mans land from the houses along the border. Six hundred and two homes have been completely bulldozed according to the Rafah Popular Refugee Committee. The number of homes that have been partially destroyed is greater. Rafah existed prior to 1948, but most of the people here are themselves or are descendants of people who were relocated here from their homes in historic Palestine—now Israel. Rafah was split in half when the Sinai returned to Egypt.

Currently, the Israeli army is building a fourteen-meter-high wall between Rafah in Palestine and the border, carving a no-mans land from the houses along the border. Six hundred and two homes have been completely bulldozed according to the Rafah Popular Refugee Committee. The number of homes that have been partially destroyed is greater. Today, as I walked on top of the rubble where homes once stood, Egyptian soldiers called to me from the other side of the border, “Go! Go!” because a tank was coming. And then waving and “What’s your name?”. Something disturbing about this friendly curiosity. It reminded me of how much, to some degree, we are all kids curious about other kids. Egyptian kids shouting at strange women wandering into the path of tanks. Palestinian kids shot from the tanks when they peak out from behind walls to see what’s going on. International kids standing in front of tanks with banners. Israeli kids in the tanks anonymously – occasionally shouting and also occasionally waving – many forced to be here, many just agressive – shooting into the houses as we wander away.

In addition to the constant presence of tanks along the border and in the western region between Rafah and settlements along the coast, there are more IDF towers here than I can count—along the horizon, at the end of streets. Some just army green metal. Others these strange spiral staircases draped in some kind of netting to make the activity within anonymous. Some hidden, just beneath the horizon of buildings. A new one went up the other day in the time it took us to do laundry and to cross town twice to hang banners.
Despite the fact that some of the areas nearest the border are the original Rafah with families who have lived on this land for at least a century, only the 1948 camps in the center of the city are Palestinian controlled areas under Oslo. But as far as I can tell, there are few if any places that are not within the sights of some tower or another. Certainly there is no place invulnerable to apache helicopters or to the cameras of invisible drones we hear buzzing over the city for hours at a time.

I’ve been having trouble accessing news about the outside world here, but I hear an escalation of war on Iraq is inevitable. There is a great deal of concern here about the “reoccupation of Gaza”. Gaza is reoccupied every day to various extents but I think the fear is that the tanks will enter all the streets and remain here instead of entering some of the streets and then withdrawing after some hours or days to observe and shoot from the edges of the communities. If people aren’t already thinking about the consequences of this war for the people of the entire region then I hope you will start. I also hope you‚ll come here. We’ve been wavering between five and six internationals. The neighborhoods that have asked us for some form of presence are Yibna, Tel El Sultan, Hi Salam, Brazil, Block J, Zorob, and Block O. There is also need for constant nighttime presence at a well on the outskirts of Rafah since the Israeli army destroyed the two largest wells.

According to the municipal water office the wells destroyed last week provided half of Rafah’s water supply. Many of the communities have requested internationals to be present at night to attempt to shield houses from further demolition. After about ten p.m. it is very difficult to move at night because the Israeli army treats anyone in the streets as resistance and shoots at them. So clearly we are too few.

I continue to believe that my home, Olympia, could gain a lot and offer a lot by deciding to make a commitment to Rafah in the form of a sister-community relationship. Some teachers and children’s groups have expressed interest in e-mail exchanges, but this is only the tip of the iceberg of solidarity work that might be done.

Many people want their voices to be heard, and I think we need to use some of our privilege as internationals to get those voices heard directly in the US, rather than through the filter of well-meaning internationals such as myself. I am just beginning to learn, from what I expect to be a very intense tutelage, about the ability of people to organize against all odds, and to resist against all odds.

Thanks for the news I’ve been getting from friends in the US. I just read a report back from a friend who organized a peace group in Shelton, Washington, and was able to be part of a delegation to the large January 18th protest in Washington DC.

People here watch the media, and they told me again today that there have been large protests in the United States and “problems for the government” in the UK. So thanks for allowing me to not feel like a complete Polyanna when I tentatively tell people here that many people in the United States do not support the policies of our government, and that we are learning from global examples how to resist.

My love to everyone. My love to my mom. My love to smooch. My love to fg and barnhair and sesamees and Lincoln School. My love to Olympia.


February 20 2003

Now the Israeli army has actually dug up the road to Gaza, and both of the major checkpoints are closed. This means that Palestinians who want to go and register for their next quarter at university can’t. People can’t get to their jobs and those who are trapped on the other side can’t get home; and internationals, who have a meeting tomorrow in the West Bank, won’t make it. We could probably make it through if we made serious use of our international white person privilege, but that would also mean some risk of arrest and deportation, even though none of us has done anything illegal.

The Gaza Strip is divided in thirds now. There is some talk about the “reoccupation of Gaza”, but I seriously doubt this will happen, because I think it would be a geopolitically stupid move for Israel right now. I think the more likely thing is an increase in smaller below-the-international-outcry-radar incursions and possibly the oft-hinted “population transfer”.

I am staying put in Rafah for now, no plans to head north. I still feel like I’m relatively safe and think that my most likely risk in case of a larger-scale incursion is arrest. A move to reoccupy Gaza would generate a much larger outcry than Sharon’s assassination-during-peace-negotiations/land grab strategy, which is working very well now to create settlements all over, slowly but surely eliminating any meaningful possibility for Palestinian self-determination. Know that I have a lot of very nice Palestinians looking after me. I have a small flu bug, and got some very nice lemony drinks to cure me. Also, the woman who keeps the key for the well where we still sleep keeps asking me about you. She doesn’t speak a bit of English, but she asks about my mom pretty frequently – wants to make sure I’m calling you.

Love to you and Dad and Sarah and Chris and everybody. Rachel

February 27 2003
(To her mother)

Love you. Really miss you. I have bad nightmares about tanks and bulldozers outside our house and you and me inside. Sometimes the adrenaline acts as an anesthetic for weeks and then in the evening or at night it just hits me again – a little bit of the reality of the situation. I am really scared for the people here. Yesterday, I watched a father lead his two tiny children, holding his hands, out into the sight of tanks and a sniper tower and bulldozers and Jeeps because he thought his house was going to be exploded. Jenny and I stayed in the house with several women and two small babies. It was our mistake in translation that caused him to think it was his house that was being exploded. In fact, the Israeli army was in the process of detonating an explosive in the ground nearby – one that appears to have been planted by Palestinian resistance.

This is in the area where Sunday about 150 men were rounded up and contained outside the settlement with gunfire over their heads and around them, while tanks and bulldozers destroyed 25 greenhouses – the livelihoods for 300 people. The explosive was right in front of the greenhouses – right in the point of entry for tanks that might come back again. I was terrified to think that this man felt it was less of a risk to walk out in view of the tanks with his kids than to stay in his house. I was really scared that they were all going to be shot and I tried to stand between them and the tank. This happens every day, but just this father walking out with his two little kids just looking very sad, just happened to get my attention more at this particular moment, probably because I felt it was our translation problems that made him leave.

I thought a lot about what you said on the phone about Palestinian violence not helping the situation. Sixty thousand workers from Rafah worked in Israel two years ago. Now only 600 can go to Israel for jobs. Of these 600, many have moved, because the three checkpoints between here and Ashkelon (the closest city in Israel) make what used to be a 40-minute drive, now a 12-hour or impassible journey. In addition, what Rafah identified in 1999 as sources of economic growth are all completely destroyed – the Gaza international airport (runways demolished, totally closed); the border for trade with Egypt (now with a giant Israeli sniper tower in the middle of the crossing); access to the ocean (completely cut off in the last two years by a checkpoint and the Gush Katif settlement). The count of homes destroyed in Rafah since the beginning of this intifada is up around 600, by and large people with no connection to the resistance but who happen to live along the border. I think it is maybe official now that Rafah is the poorest place in the world. There used to be a middle class here – recently. We also get reports that in the past, Gazan flower shipments to Europe were delayed for two weeks at the Erez crossing for security inspections. You can imagine the value of two-week-old cut flowers in the European market, so that market dried up. And then the bulldozers come and take out people’s vegetable farms and gardens. What is left for people? Tell me if you can think of anything. I can’t.

If any of us had our lives and welfare completely strangled, lived with children in a shrinking place where we knew, because of previous experience, that soldiers and tanks and bulldozers could come for us at any moment and destroy all the greenhouses that we had been cultivating for however long, and did this while some of us were beaten and held captive with 149 other people for several hours – do you think we might try to use somewhat violent means to protect whatever fragments remained? I think about this especially when I see orchards and greenhouses and fruit trees destroyed – just years of care and cultivation. I think about you and how long it takes to make things grow and what a labour of love it is. I really think, in a similar situation, most people would defend themselves as best they could. I think Uncle Craig would. I think probably Grandma would. I think I would.

You asked me about non-violent resistance.

When that explosive detonated yesterday it broke all the windows in the family’s house. I was in the process of being served tea and playing with the two small babies. I’m having a hard time right now. Just feel sick to my stomach a lot from being doted on all the time, very sweetly, by people who are facing doom. I know that from the United States, it all sounds like hyperbole. Honestly, a lot of the time the sheer kindness of the people here, coupled with the overwhelming evidence of the wilful destruction of their lives, makes it seem unreal to me. I really can’t believe that something like this can happen in the world without a bigger outcry about it. It really hurts me, again, like it has hurt me in the past, to witness how awful we can allow the world to be. I felt after talking to you that maybe you didn’t completely believe me. I think it’s actually good if you don’t, because I do believe pretty much above all else in the importance of independent critical thinking. And I also realise that with you I’m much less careful than usual about trying to source every assertion that I make. A lot of the reason for that is I know that you actually do go and do your own research. But it makes me worry about the job I’m doing. All of the situation that I tried to enumerate above – and a lot of other things – constitutes a somewhat gradual – often hidden, but nevertheless massive – removal and destruction of the ability of a particular group of people to survive. This is what I am seeing here. The assassinations, rocket attacks and shooting of children are atrocities – but in focusing on them I’m terrified of missing their context. The vast majority of people here – even if they had the economic means to escape, even if they actually wanted to give up resisting on their land and just leave (which appears to be maybe the less nefarious of Sharon’s possible goals), can’t leave. Because they can’t even get into Israel to apply for visas, and because their destination countries won’t let them in (both our country and Arab countries). So I think when all means of survival is cut off in a pen (Gaza) which people can’t get out of, I think that qualifies as genocide. Even if they could get out, I think it would still qualify as genocide. Maybe you could look up the definition of genocide according to international law. I don’t remember it right now. I’m going to get better at illustrating this, hopefully. I don’t like to use those charged words. I think you know this about me. I really value words. I really try to illustrate and let people draw their own conclusions.

Anyway, I’m rambling. Just want to write to my Mom and tell her that I’m witnessing this chronic, insidious genocide and I’m really scared, and questioning my fundamental belief in the goodness of human nature. This has to stop. I think it is a good idea for us all to drop everything and devote our lives to making this stop. I don’t think it’s an extremist thing to do anymore. I still really want to dance around to Pat Benatar and have boyfriends and make comics for my coworkers. But I also want this to stop. Disbelief and horror is what I feel. Disappointment. I am disappointed that this is the base reality of our world and that we, in fact, participate in it. This is not at all what I asked for when I came into this world. This is not at all what the people here asked for when they came into this world. This is not the world you and Dad wanted me to come into when you decided to have me. This is not what I meant when I looked at Capital Lake and said: “This is the wide world and I’m coming to it.” I did not mean that I was coming into a world where I could live a comfortable life and possibly, with no effort at all, exist in complete unawareness of my participation in genocide. More big explosions somewhere in the distance outside.

When I come back from Palestine, I probably will have nightmares and constantly feel guilty for not being here, but I can channel that into more work. Coming here is one of the better things I’ve ever done. So when I sound crazy, or if the Israeli military should break with their racist tendency not to injure white people, please pin the reason squarely on the fact that I am in the midst of a genocide which I am also indirectly supporting, and for which my government is largely responsible.

I love you and Dad. Sorry for the diatribe. OK, some strange men next to me just gave me some peas, so I need to eat and thank them.


February 28 2003
(To her mother)

Thanks, Mom, for your response to my email. It really helps me to get word from you, and from other people who care about me.

After I wrote to you I went incommunicado from the affinity group for about 10 hours which I spent with a family on the front line in Hi Salam – who fixed me dinner – and have cable TV. The two front rooms of their house are unusable because gunshots have been fired through the walls, so the whole family – three kids and two parents – sleep in the parent’s bedroom. I sleep on the floor next to the youngest daughter, Iman, and we all shared blankets. I helped the son with his English homework a little, and we all watched Pet Semetery, which is a horrifying movie. I think they all thought it was pretty funny how much trouble I had watching it. Friday is the holiday, and when I woke up they were watching Gummy Bears dubbed into Arabic. So I ate breakfast with them and sat there for a while and just enjoyed being in this big puddle of blankets with this family watching what for me seemed like Saturday morning cartoons. Then I walked some way to B’razil, which is where Nidal and Mansur and Grandmother and Rafat and all the rest of the big family that has really wholeheartedly adopted me live. (The other day, by the way, Grandmother gave me a pantomimed lecture in Arabic that involved a lot of blowing and pointing to her black shawl. I got Nidal to tell her that my mother would appreciate knowing that someone here was giving me a lecture about smoking turning my lungs black.) I met their sister-in-law, who is visiting from Nusserat camp, and played with her small baby.

Nidal’s English gets better every day. He’s the one who calls me, “My sister”. He started teaching Grandmother how to say, “Hello. How are you?” In English. You can always hear the tanks and bulldozers passing by, but all of these people are genuinely cheerful with each other, and with me. When I am with Palestinian friends I tend to be somewhat less horrified than when I am trying to act in a role of human rights observer, documenter, or direct-action resister. They are a good example of how to be in it for the long haul. I know that the situation gets to them – and may ultimately get them – on all kinds of levels, but I am nevertheless amazed at their strength in being able to defend such a large degree of their humanity – laughter, generosity, family-time – against the incredible horror occurring in their lives and against the constant presence of death. I felt much better after this morning. I spent a lot of time writing about the disappointment of discovering, somewhat first-hand, the degree of evil of which we are still capable. I should at least mention that I am also discovering a degree of strength and of basic ability for humans to remain human in the direst of circumstances – which I also haven’t seen before. I think the word is dignity. I wish you could meet these people. Maybe, hopefully, someday you will.

February 8 2003

I got a number of very thoughtful responses to the email I sent out last night, most of which I don’t have time to respond to right now. Thanks everyone for the encouragement, questions, criticism. Daniel’s response was particularly inspiring to me and deserves to be shared. The resistance of Israeli Jewish people to the occupation and the enormous risk taken by those refusing to serve in the Israeli military offers an example, especially for those of us living in the United States, of how to behave when you discover that atrocities are being commited in your name. Thank you.

Received by Rachel on February 7 2003

I am a reserve first sergeant in the IDF. The military orisons are filling up with conscientious objectors. Many of them are reservists with families. These are men who have proven their courage under fire in the past. Some have been in jail for more than six months with no end in sight.

The amount of AWOLS and refusals to serve are unprecedented in our history as a nation as well as are refusals to carry out orders that involve firing on targets where civilians may be harmed. In a time now in Israel where jobs are scarce and people are losing their homes and businesses to Sharon’s vendetta, many career soldiers – among them pilots and intelligence personnel – have chosen jail and unemployment over what they cold only describe as murder.

I am supposed to report to the Military Justice department – it is my job to hunt down runaway soldiers and bring them in. I have not reported in for 18 months. Instead, I’ve been using my talents and credentials to document on film and see with my own eyes what the ISMers and other internationals have claimed my boys have been up to.

I love my country. I believe that Israel is under the leadership of some very bad people right now. I believe that settlers and local police are in collusion with each other and that the border police are acting disgracefully. They are an embarrassment to 40% of the Israeli public and they would be an embarrassment to 90% of the population if they knew what we know.

Please document as much as you can and do not embellish anything with creative writing. The media here serves as a very convincing spin control agent through all of this. Pass this on letter to your friends. There are many soldiers among the ranks of those serving in the occupied territories that are sickened by what they see.

There is a code of honor in the IDF – it is called “tohar haneshek” (pronounced TOWhar haNEHshek). It’s what we say to a comrade who is about to do something awful, like kill an unarmed prisoner or carry out an order that violates decency. It means literally “the purity of arms”.

Another phrase that speaks to a soldier in his own language is “degle shachor” (DEHgel ShaHor) – it means “black flag”. If you say, “Atah MeTachat Degle Shahor” it means “you are carrying out immoral orders”. It’s a big deal and a shock to hear it from the lips of “silly misguided foreigners”

At all times possible try to engage the soldiers in conversation. Do not make the mistake of objectifying them as they have objectified you. Respect is catching, as is disrespect, whether either be deserved or not.

You are doing a good thing. I thank you for it.


Continuation of her email to her mother, February 28 2003

I think I could see a Palestinian state or a democratic Israeli-Palestinian state within my lifetime. I think freedom for Palestine could be an incredible source of hope to people struggling all over the world. I think it could also be an incredible inspiration to Arab people in the Middle East, who are struggling under undemocratic regimes which the US supports.

I look forward to increasing numbers of middle-class privileged people like you and me becoming aware of the structures that support our privilege and beginning to support the work of those who aren’t privileged to dismantle those structures.

I look forward to more moments like February 15 when civil society wakes up en masse and issues massive and resonant evidence of it’s conscience, it’s unwillingness to be repressed, and it’s compassion for the suffering of others. I look forward to more teachers emerging like Matt Grant and Barbara Weaver and Dale Knuth who teach critical thinking to kids in the United States. I look forward to the international resistance that’s occurring now fertilizing analysis on all kinds of issues, with dialogue between diverse groups of people. I look forward to all of us who are new at this developing better skills for working in democratic structures and healing our own racism and classism and sexism and heterosexism and ageism and ableism and becoming more effective

One other thing – I think this a lot about public protest – like the one a few weeks ago here that was attended by only about 150 people. Whenever I organize or participate in public protest I get really worried that it will just suck, be really small, embarrassing, and the media will laugh at me. Oftentimes, it is really small and most of the time the media laughs at us. The weekend after our 150-person protest we were invited to a maybe 2,000 person protest. Even though we had a small protest and of course it didn’t get coverage all over the world, in some places the word “Rafah” was mentioned outside of the Arab press. Colin got a sign in English and Arabic into the protest in Seattle that said “Olympia says no to war on Rafah and Iraq”. His pictures went up on the Rafah-today website that a guy named Mohammed here runs. People here and elsewhere saw those pictures.

I think about Glen going out every Friday for ten years with tagboard signs that addressed the number of children dead from sanctions in Iraq. Sometimes just one or two people there and everyone thought they were crazy and they got spit upon. Now there are a lot more people on Friday evenings.

The juncture between 4th and State is just lined with them, and they get a lot of honks and waves, and thumbs ups. They created an infrastructure there for other people to do something. Getting spit on, they made it easier for someone else to decide that they could write a letter to the editor, or stand at the back of a rally – or do something that seems slightly less ridiculous than standing at the side of the road addressing the deaths of children in Iraq and getting spit upon.

Just hearing about what you are doing makes me feel less alone, less useless, less invisible. Those honks and waves help. The pictures help. Colin helps. The international media and our government are not going to tell us that we are effective, important, justified in our work, courageous, intelligent, valuable. We have to do that for each other, and one way we can do that is by continuing our work, visibly.

I also think it’s important for people in the United States in relative privilege to realize that people without privilege will be doing this work no matter what, because they are working for their lives. We can work with them, and they know that we work with them, or we can leave them to do this work themselves and curse us for our complicity in killing them. I really don’t get the sense that anyone here curses us.

I also get the sense that people here, in particular, are actually more concerned in the immediate about our comfort and health than they are about us risking our lives on their behalf. At least that’s the case for me. People try to give me a lot of tea and food in the midst of gunfire and explosive-detonation.

I love you,

Rachel’s last email

Hi papa,

Thank you for your email. I feel like sometimes I spend all my time propogandizing mom, and assuming she’ll pass stuff on to you, so you get neglected. Don’t worry about me too much, right now I am most concerned that we are not being effective. I still don’t feel particularly at risk. Rafah has seemed calmer lately, maybe because the military is preoccupied with incursions in the north – still shooting and house demolitions – one death this week that I know of, but not any larger incursions. Still can’t say how this will change if and when war with Iraq comes.

Thanks also for stepping up your anti-war work. I know it is not easy to do, and probably much more difficult where you are than where I am. I am really interested in talking to the journalist in Charlotte – let me know what I can do to speed the process along. I am trying to figure out what I’m going to do when I leave here, and when I’m going to leave. Right now I think I could stay until June, financially. I really don’t want to move back to Olympia, but do need to go back there to clean my stuff out of the garage and talk about my experiences here. On the other hand, now that I’ve crossed the ocean I’m feeling a strong desire to try to stay across the ocean for some time. Considering trying to get English teaching jobs – would like to really buckle down and learn Arabic.

Also got an invitation to visit Sweden on my way back – which I think I could do very cheaply. I would like to leave Rafah with a viable plan to return, too. One of the core members of our group has to leave tomorrow – and watching her say goodbye to people is making me realize how difficult it will be. People here can’t leave, so that complicates things. They also are pretty matter-of-fact about the fact that they don’t know if they will be alive when we come back here.

I really don’t want to live with a lot of guilt about this place – being able to come and go so easily – and not going back. I think it is valuable to make commitments to places – so I would like to be able to plan on coming back here within a year or so. Of all of these possibilities I think it’s most likely that I will at least go to Sweden for a few weeks on my way back – I can change tickets and get a plane to from Paris to Sweden and back for a total of around 150 bucks or so. I know I should really try to link up with the family in France – but I really think that I’m not going to do that. I think I would just be angry the whole time and not much fun to be around. It also seems like a transition into too much opulence right now – I would feel a lot of class guilt the whole time as well.

Let me know if you have any ideas about what I should do with the rest of my life. I love you very much. If you want you can write to me as if I was on vacation at a camp on the big island of Hawaii learning to weave. One thing I do to make things easier here is to utterly retreat into fantasies that I am in a Hollywood movie or a sitcom starring Michael J Fox. So feel free to make something up and I’ll be happy to play along. Much love Poppy.


November 15, 2012

Hanya Post Biasa

Fuh. Tiup sawang labah-labah. 

Akhirnya kembali jua aku menghadap blog yang telah lama ditinggalkan. Maklumlah, sibuk. Sibuk lah katakan. Lagipun, dah hilang mood nak blogging. Selalunya masa dihabiskan dekat Tumblr je. Oh, jangan lupa follow Tumblr aku.
Dan, apa khabar antum sekalian ? Ana harap antum sekalian sihat walafiat di bawah rahmat Allah. Okay kali ni nak gantikan nama diri sebagai 'ana' lah pulak. Mood ana sekarang tengah agresif nak belajar Bahasa Arab. Mohon antum dapat beri ana tunjuk ajar. Maklumlah, ana tiada pendedahan dalam Bahasa Arab sangat. 

Tidak banyak yang ana ingin cerita kecuali kehidupan ana di matrikulasi, ya, Kolej Matrikulasi Pulau Pinang. Alhamdulillah, ana telah menamatkan semester 1 dan sekarang ana bercuti dua minggu sebelum sambung ke semester 2 Program Satu Tahun (PST). Sekejap je dah habis semester 1. Masuk bulan Mei lepas dan sekarang dah bulan November. 

Macam biasalah. Ada je pahit dan manis yang kita perlu lalui dalam menempuh kancah kehidupan. Itulah yang membentuk peribadi kita. Ingat, Allah beri ujian bukan untuk mengazab kita, tetapi untuk menguji tahap keimanan kita. Assobru minal iman. Bersabarlah sekiranya ada ujian yang datang. 

Alhamdulillah, ana bersyukur sangat kerana ana dipertemukan dengan rakan-rakan yang faham dengan sikap ana. Ditambah lagi dengan rakan-rakan sepraktikum ana. Kehadiran mereka sungguh membingitkan suasana praktikum, malahan kuliah. 

Kelas ana, K2P2. Ana pelajar Sains Modul 3.
Classmate ana
 Gambar di atas ada 4 orang lelaki. Biasalah. Dalam Modul 3, lelaki memang sikit sebab basic subject untuk modul ni adalah Biology. Faham lah kan, payah nak jumpa lelaki yang suka menghafal. Kebiasaannya lelaki banyak di Modul 2 iaitu Modul Fizik. 

Sekarang ana tengah menunggu keputusan Peperiksaan Semester Program Matrikulasi (PSPM) dan Malaysian University English Test (MUET). Doakan ana ye. 

October 26, 2012

Brings Me The Old Spirit

Coldplay - The Scientist ( cover by Glee ) 

Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorryYou don't know how lovely you areI had to find you, tell you I need youTell you I set you apart

Tell me your secrets and ask me your questionsOh, let's go back to the startRunning in circles, coming up tailsHeads on a science apart

Nobody said it was easyIt's such a shame for us to partNobody said it was easyNo one ever said it would be this hardOh, take me back to the start

I was just guessing at numbers and figuresPulling the puzzles apartQuestions of science, science and progressDo not speak as loud as my heart

But tell me you love me, come back and haunt meOh and I rush to the startRunning in circles, chasing our tailsComing back as we are

Nobody said it was easyOh, it's such a shame for us to partNobody said it was easyNo one ever said it would be so hardI'm going back to the start

Oh ooh, ooh ooh ooh oohAh ooh, ooh ooh ooh oohOh ooh, ooh ooh ooh oohOh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh

August 25, 2012

Bingkisan Doa


Ya Allah,
Jika aku jatuh cinta,
Cintakanlah aku pada seseorang yang melabuhkan cintanya pada-Mu, agar bertambah kekuatanku untuk mencintai-Mu.

Ya Muhaimin,
Jika aku jatuh cinta,
Jagalah cintaku padanya agar tidak melebihi cintaku pada-Mu.

Ya Rabbana,
Jika aku jatuh hati,
Jagalah hatiku padanya agar tidak berpaling pada-Mu.

Ya Rabbul Izzati,
Jika aku rindu,
Rindukanlah aku pada seseorang yang merindui syahid di jalan-Mu.

Ya Allah,
Jika aku rindu,
Jagalah rinduku padanya agar tidak lalai rinduku pada syurga-Mu.

Ya Allah,
Jika aku menikmati cinta kekasih-Mu,
Janganlah kenikmatan itu melebihi kenikmatan indahnya bermunajat di sepertiga malam terakhir-Mu.

Ya Allah,
Jika aku jatuh hati pada kekasih-Mu,
Janganlah biarkan aku bertatih dan terjatuh dalam perjalanan panjang menyeru manusia kepada-Mu.

Ya Allah,
Jika kau halalkan aku merindui kekasih-Mu,
Jangan biarkan aku melampaui batas sehingga melupakan aku pada cinta hakiki dan rindu abadi hanya kepada-Mu.

All About Despicable Me

Last night I just watch Despicable Me for the fourth time, and I gonna watch it again next time. Damn they have that cute Minions with these three little kids. No wonder why the movie was so popular. 






Until I decided to put this video on my blog. Haha. Lol i bet you will laughed loudly when you watch this. 

Qasidah .. Jalan Daa!

Semalam sebelum aku tidur, aku teringat satu kuih ni. Teringin giler weh nak makan. Tapi aku lupa nama kuih tersebut. So, lepas tonton Despicable Me secara online, aku kejutkan mak aku pada pukul 4.35 AM ( macam tu lah ) dan minta mak aku masakkan kuih tu. 

Aku: Mak, esok boleh tak buatkan kuih yang warna putih-putih tu, pastu kat atas dia letak bawang goreng? 
Mak: Kuih apa tu ?
Aku: Entahla, kuih apa tak tau. Lupa dah nama dia. 
Mak: Kuih yang mana ? confuse
Aku: Takpa lah mak. 
Mak: Ni pukoi berapa baru hang nak tidoq ? Hai. Dah nak dekat pukoi 5 dah ni !   

Aku: On the way, sat nak makan kuih kapal terbang ni. 

Bila aku bangun pagi, aku terus tanya mak aku sama ada mak aku tahu ke tak kuih yang aku explain tu. Dengan muka bangga, mak aku cakap .. kuih QASIDAH. Aku tersenyum bangga. That's it mom, that's it. Tambah-tambah pulak, mak aku cakap, "Mak dah siap masak dah pun. Tu kat atas meja." Aku ..  :OOO 

Terbaik la weh. Korang pernah makan ? Hehe. Biasanya, kuih ni popular kat utara je. Tak tahu lah kalau kat tempat korang pun ada kuih ni. Tapi takpe. Dalam banyak-banyak kuih, kuih yang mak aku buat adalah kuih yang paling sedap.  Problemos ? ^^

Panduan Mengerjakan Solat Sekiranya Telah Lama Meninggalkannya

Aku asyik letak post Islamik je kan. Takpe lah. Sambil-sambil aku letak post ini, aku jugak sedar akan kelemahan diri. Bukanlah aku perfect sangat, cuma nak kongsi setakat mana yang mampu. Tangan yang menaip ini mewakili lidah. 

Tajuk post ni aku takde perli sape-sape. Aku letak post ni sebagai kesedaran aku sendiri dan anda yang sedang membaca kerana aku sendiri kadang-kadang lalai dari mengingati Allah. Astaghfirullah. Diharapkan post ni dapat membantu setakat yang mampu. 


1. Kesedaran amat penting sebagai muqaddimah untuk kembali mengerjakan solat secara konsisten. Kesedaran lahir dari hati yang masih ingin berubah demi kesejahteraan dunia dan akhirat. 

2. Azam.  Sebaik kesedaran wujud, tanamkan azam yang kuat dan bulatkan tekad untuk mengerjakan solat secara konsisten. Sekarang anda tahu apa sasaran anda.

3. Solat sekali dahulu, baru akan ada solat yang kedua. Ini adalah langkah pertama. Ingatlah, tiada solat kedua tanpa solat yang pertama dan seterusnya. 

4. Nota motivasi. Andai ada kata-kata semangat yang diilhamkan dalam minda dan hati, atau kata-kata motivasi daripada sesiapa jua yang boleh menghalang azam untuk kembali solat daripada terkubur, maka buatlah satu nota motivasi dan tampalkan di tempat yang mudah dilihat.

5. Fahami maksud dan bacaan dalam solat. Ini amat penting bagi merasakan kemanisan dalam solat. Kemanisan ini yang diharapkan akan menjadi ketagihan. 

6. Jangan tergesa-gesa dalam solat. Sebaliknya bersederhanalah dan ambillah sedikit masa untuk menghayati bacaan dan merasai nikmat sujud dan rukuk dalam solat.

7. Tingkatkan imaginasi. Semasa solat, bayangkan bahawa anda sedang menghadap Allah secara langsung tanpa sebarang tabir yang menghalang. Andai tidak mampu melakukan demikian, maka anggaplah bahawa Allah sedang melihat kamu.

8. Usaha dan doa perlu seiring. Kita sebagai manusia yang sering terdedah pelbagai ujian dan godaan amat memerlukan kekuatan untuk melawan semua godaan tersebut. Maka berdoalah mohon diberikan kekuatan untuk mengerjakan solat secara konsisten. 

9. Rasai ketenangan. Cuba perhatikan hari-hari yang anda lalui dengan mengerjakan solat. Dapatkan anda rasa satu ketenangan ? 

10. Rasakan keajaiban panggilan azan dengan diam sejenak dan hayati laungan keramat tersebut. Setersunya lantas bangun dan berwuduk. Berbahagialah dengan panggilan solat tersebut. 

11. Berfikir secara positif. Jangan sekali-kali berfikir bahawa solat akan mengehadkan masa anda bekerja, menghalang anda daripada bersosial dengan rakan-rakan dan sebagainya. Sebaliknya ia menjadi faktor kejayaan anda. Marilah menuju kejayaan. 

12. Dapatkan sokongan mental dan rohani dengan memberitahu rakan-rakan atau keluarga bahawa anda ingin konsisten mengerjakan solat. Moga mereka dapat menyumbang ke arah satu perubahan yang diidamkan. 

13. Setiap perkara pasti ada musuhnya. Musuh solat ialah nafsu dan syaitan. Oleh sebab itu, lawanlah rasa malas yang berakarkan nafsu dan godaan syaitan terkutuk.

14. Banyakkan bahan bacaan tentang solat bagi memastikan anda mempunyai ilmu yang sentiasa dikemas kini agar iman senang bercambah. Amal tanpa ilmu boleh layu akibat gersang akal tanpa ilmu.   

Credit to Solusi ◕‿◕

August 24, 2012

Kegembiraan Seorang Lelaki

 Kebanyakan rasa gembira bagi lelaki muncul daripada tiga punca: 
  1.  Perkara yang diminati atau kemenangan seperti sukan.
  2.  Perkara yang memuaskan seperti mendapat zuriat.
  3.  Perkara yang membanggakan seperti lulus.
Setiap kemenangan memerlukan perjuangan. Sebab itulah ada pepatah mengatakan: "Tiada kejayaan tanpa perjuangan." Malah setiap perjuangan mesti ada titik peluhnya kerana berusaha dengan keras yang tidak berbelah bagi. Barulah akhirnya lahir perasaan gembira.
Setiap kepuasan memerlukan kesabaran. Sifat sabar dapat membentuk jiwa lelaki menghadapi kerenah isteri tercinta sepanjang tempoh mengandungkan zuriatnya. Dengan itu, setiap kemuncak kesabaran itu ialah kepuasan. 
Setiap kebanggaan memerlukan kebijaksaan. Seorang lelaki semestinya menginginkan otak yang cerdas dan bijak. Ini kerana kebiasaannya seorang lelaki cepat berfikir. Seterusnya mereka dapat menghadapai segala ujian dengan tenang. Maka, kegembiraan atas kelulusan tersebut milik lelaki. 
Apabila dirangkumkan ketiga-tiga perasaan gembira itu, maka terciptalah sebuah moto bagi seorang lelaki; kemenangan, kepuasan dan kebanggaan. Apa-apa pun, kembalikan ketiga-tiganya itu kepada Allah SWT yang telah memberi pinjaman kecil perasaan itu. Alhamdulillah. 
Simbolik daripada kisah: 
Daripada Abu Umamah al-Bahili RA, Nabi SAW bersabda yang bermaksud: "Sesiapa yang bersukacita dengan kebaikannya dan berdukacita dengan keburukannya, dia seorang Mukmin." (Riwayat Ahamd dan al-Hakim)
Credit to Solusi

Cinta High-Class

Don't know what to do today. So, I discovered Solusi with theme of Pasrah dengan Istikharah. Through the pages, I found this interesting article written by Fatimah Syarha, graduated from IIUM and Syeikh Ahmad Kiftaro University, Damsyiq, Syria. The article did I get from the magazine was just the summary from the best-selling novel, Cinta High-Class. 


So, I decided to put this article on my blog and credit to Fatimah Syarha and her husband, Dr. Farhan Hadi as well as Solusi. 

I'm too lazy to put this on English, Malay .. can I ? I considered it as yes :)

Dalam Islam terdapat satu bidang ilmu yang dinamakan sebagai fiqh al-awlawiyyat atau fiqah keutamaan. Ia merupakan satu panduan atau satu kaedah ke arah memahami perkara-perkara yang lebih utama dalam agama. Menurut Dr. Yusuf Al-Qadrawi, fiqh al-awlawiyyat diistilahkan sebagai meletakkan sesuatu sesuai pada peringkatnya dengan adil. Maksud adil di sini adalah adil sama ada dari segi hukum, nilai dan pelaksanaannya. 

Remaja sinonim dikaitkan dengan cinta. Cinta sesama manusia merupakan fitrah yang dianugerahkan Allah SWT kepada semua peringkat umur manusia. Namun, zaman remaja adalah kemuncaknya kerana berlaku pertukaran fasa kanak-kanak ke alam dewasa, apatah lagi peringkat remaja mencari identiti sebenar diri mereka sebelum melangkah ke alam dewasa. Ketahuilah, zaman remaja perlu diurus dengan baik dan atas jalan yang benar agar natijahnya kelak adalah sesuatu yang bukan sahaja mendatangkan kebaikan buat diri sendiri, tetapi mendamaikan hati ibu dan ayah serta mendapat keredhaan Allah SWT.

Cinta boleh dikategorikan kepada cinta biasa, cinta luar biasa dan cinta high-class. Cinta high class ialah perkara yang lebih baik.

1. Cinta Biasa
"Meow..". Seekor kucing jantan mengejar kucing betina dengan galak bunyi ngiauannya. Lebih nyaring dan panjang daripada biasa. Seperti haiwan, begitulah juga manusia. Wanita dan lelaki saling tertarik dan itu perkara biasa. Apabila ada sesuatu yang dipandang dan didengar yang dapat menarik perhatian seseorang, perkara itu akan membuatkan seseorang ingin mengetahui lebih lanjut tentangnya. Bukan sahaja tertarik, wanita dan lelaki juga difitrahkan dengan perasaan saling mencintai. Ia perkara biasa yang dialami orang ramai. Islam menolak sistem yang cuba menghapuskan terus fitrah ini seperti menjadi rahib dan menolak perasaan cinta serta keinginan untuk berkahwin dengan alasan untuk mengelakkan diri daripada mendapat mudarat cinta. Sebaliknya, Islam menawarkan solusi terbaik iaitu pernikahan agar fitrah dapat disalurkan menjadi barakah. Itulah cinta biasa, perasaan yang sedia ada dan fitrah dalam hati setiap insan. 
2. Cinta Luar Biasa
Namun, cinta luar biasa tidak dinilai pada sehebat mana cara pertemuan pasangan tersebut, atau sejauh mana perhubungan cinta mereka diuji dengan pelbagai cabaran dan dugaan. Wanita dan lelaki yang dibuat tanpa kesedaran dan batasan dengan perasaan cinta ini, akan sanggup berkorban segala-galanya demi cinta. Bahkan mereka cuba membuktikan kepada dunia bahawa cinta mereka begitu mendalam dan luar biasa. Sedarkah mereka akan akibatnya ? Demi cinta, sanggup mengetepikan keluarga dan tinggal sekedudukan dengan si dia. Luar biasa! Demi cinta, bayi sanggup digugurkan dan dikisar di dalam blender. Luar biasa! Demi cinta, sanggup menelan racun dan terjun bangunan. Luar biasa! Demi cinta, hubungan cinta dan perkahwinan dibanjiri dengan kemewahan dan kekayaan yang melampau. Luar biasa! Semua itu luar biasa. Ya, luar biasa yang membawa binasa. Tanpa asas agama, maruah diri sanggup dikorbankan. Islam menutup pintu-pintu yang membawa kekejian untuk melindungi lelaki dan wanita daripada punca-punca keghairahan dan pencetus fitnah.
3. Cinta High Class
Wanita dan lelaki yang bercinta selepas nikah akan saling melengkapkan keperluan diri, pengetahuan dan agama pasangannya. Ini jauh lebih luar biasa dan dikategorikan sebagai cinta high class. Jika belum menikah, cinta menjadi high class apabila teruna dan dara saling tinggi mujahadah. Fahamkan si dia dengan cara yang benar serta kurangkan perjumpaan dan komunikasi. Ia hanya dibolehkan atas dasar urusan dan keperluan sahaja dengan menjaga syarat dan batasan. Jika di luar batas urusan, sekatlah kemahuan tersebut kerana ia bukan atas dasar keperluan yang benar-benar perlu. Dalam menilai antara keperluan dan kemahuan, mintalah fatwa dari hati. Hati yang sihat dan sejahtera dapat membezakan antara kebaikan dengan dosa. Kebaikan itu ialah perasaan tenang dalam hati. Dosa itu pula adalah perasaan was-was dan syak dalam hati. Nikmatilah indahnya saat menahan perasaan cinta dan rindu kerana apabila telah halal perhubungan itu, ia akan dipenuhi dengan pelbagai keterujaan. Daripada al-Nawwas bin Sam'an r.a, Baginda SAW menjawab apabila ditanya tentang kebajikan dan dosa, maksudnya: "Kebajikan itu ialah keelokan budi pekerti dan dosa itu ialah apa-apa yang tergetar dalam dirimu dan engkau benci orang lain mengetahuinya." (Riwayat Muslim). Terdapat juga hadis daripada Wasibah bin Ma'bad, beliau berkata: "Aku telah menemui Rasulullah SAW dan bertanya tentang kebajikan dan dosa. Lalu, Baginda bersabda yang bermaksud: 'Engkau datang kerana mahu bertanya tentang kebajikan?'. Aku menjawab: 'Ya'. Baginda bersabda, maksudnya: 'Himpunkan jari-jemarimu dan letakkan di dadamu. Lalu, mintalah fatwa daripada dirimu dan hatimu. Kebajikan itu ialah suatu perkara yang membuatkan diri dan hati berasa tenang dengannya. Dosa itu pula ialah suatu perkara yang tergetar dalam dirimu dan teragak-agak (keliru) di hati, sekalipun ada orang yang memberikan fatwa kepadamu dan membenrkannya." (Riwayat Ahmad dan al-Darimi)

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Kriteria cinta high class ialah:
  1. Cinta yang mendaulatkan Allah sebagai yang pertama
  2. Cinta kerana Allah
  3. Cinta yang bermujahadah melawan nafsu
  4. Cinta tanpa seteru ( menjaga hubungan sesama manusia - hablumminannas).
Prof. Dr. Yusuf al-Qaradawi berpesan mengenai cinta high class ini: " Pernikahan yang baik ialah pernikahan yang tiada halangan daripada kedua-dua pihak, ibu bapa, adat dan undang-undang." 
Cinta bukan hanya melibatkan dua pihak; lelaki dan perempuan sahaja. Cinta yang baik memelihara hubungan yang baik sesama amanusia (hablumminannas). Fikirkan tentang pernikahan yang berlaku tanpa wali, kahwin lari tanpa restu keluarga dan hubungan bebas sebelum berkahwin. Ia mungkin sah, tetapi adakah ia mencapai tahap high class ? Serapkan hablumminannas dalam cinta high class ini, moga-moga insan yang berada di sekeliling akan mendoakan keberkatan dalam rumah tangga yang akan dibina. 
Berdoalah agar memiliki cinta yang high class: "Ya Allah, aku memohon cinta-Mu dan cinta orang yang mencintai-Mu serta amalan yang menyampaikan aku kepada cinta-Mu. Ya Allah, jadikan cinta-Mu lebih aku cintai daripada diriku, keluargaku dan air yang sejuk (ketika panas terik)." (Riwayat al-Tirmizi)
Again. credit to Fatimah Syarha, Dr. Farhan Hadi and Solusi.