Reasons~

             What is it that drives us to wake up tomorrow? What is so interesting that you would leave the comfort of the bed, the warmth that envelops you ? I wonder about this one force that murders the sloth in you, making you energetic  and alive.

      

              There got to be something, really. You see, snails move themselves in the morning in pursuit of fresh green leaves . Snails have wives and kids to feed too, I swear. Good farmers, I say, need to wake up in the first lights of the dawn, to get rid of those snails before the vegetables are damaged. It's a race  ,really, this life.

    

             Even snails have reasons to get going. I bet the same thing for ants, chickens and toads.

           But we are no freaking animals, my friend; we put reason in every single work we do-the cost, utility, schedule and quantity, and what is the reason for our mere existence?

         Some of us cannot answer that question in particular- and decided that his life is a pursuit of happiness. Happiness , here, is defined as material.  If this is the only life ,then one must make hay while the sun shines - and in order to do so one needs money-said Mr Imran Khan. Easy, ain't it? You don't know what to do with life, so what else to do, rather than have fun with it?

            And so begins our pursuit for material. Wealth, as they call it. I'm 19 and I am thinking about how much money will I make when I'm 30 with four kids. I feel seriously guilty. This feels so wrong. How did the trinkets of the world fool me and take me away? My, guilty pleasures, they are. I am 19, and I was thinking about a big house with swimming pools, fancy cars and immeasurable wealth. It feels so good, really, your guts jump with your imaginations. There's a stream of crystal clear water running around the house compound. Trees in the garden blossom in a rainbow of red and yellow, while the children run from end to end in laughter.

As if you'll live forever.

                Of course the thought is a pleasure, of course.

              The house smells of fresh baked bread , new parchment, and lavender. Flowers colour the tapestry, and pictures of a happy family hung all over.                

No. This is so wrong.

         So wrong.

          Our age is short , my friend, there is no point denying that. The pleasures of owning a supercar is supershort, adding to the fact that the amount of time taken during the rides will be superlittle. The scrumptious feeling of hot cheese and sprinkled chilly last for a few seconds while they reside on the tongue, then it is gone. Gone , my friend, forever. Material beclouded our minds and led us astray from the way we should be.

            Being so rich does not make you happy. Michael Jackson, with money so much, but so unhappy he switched his colours. Off. A big chunk of the Men of the West who have so much wealth are accustomed to seeing psychiatrists .  Sweden and Switzerland, who provide the most welfare to their citizens, also have the highest suicide rates.

               Money gives so much utility to a person that one does not stop seeking for it. I do not agree, my friend, with the law of equi-marginal utility, when it states that there will be a point of equilibrum, where men can be satisfied with a certain amount of goods he buy.  He will always want more.

            There's no problem, really, if you are aiming to be a billionaire by the age of 30. I can be your partner if you like, that will be fun. The problem with the laws of utility is that it is so wrong. So self-centred, so selfish a system, so crooked, I don't know what to say. The snails I mentioned above shouldn't have destroyed all the crops for his utility and satisfaction. Pity the farmer, really. Then the snails will have another day to enjoy fresh green leaves. The farmer in the other hand shouldn't have started so early to get rid of the snails. The snails really have to feed their family, so why don't we let them for a little while?

"Beautified for people is the love of that which they desire - of women and sons, heaped-up sums of gold and silver, fine branded horses, and cattle and tilled land. That is the enjoyment of worldly life, but Allah has with Him the best return"

(Ali-Imran;14)

"Say, "Shall I inform you of [something] better than that? For those who fear Allah will be gardens in the presence of their Lord beneath which rivers flow, wherein they abide eternally, and purified spouses and approval from Allah . And Allah is Seeing of [His] servants -"

(Ali-Imran; 15)

            The theory of maximum satisfaction brings to the overproduction of corn and potatoes and all kind of crops in Europe, there were mountains of barley and seas of beans. Meanwhile in Africa, there's none of those. The principles of materialism brings fortune to those who have money and influence, while those who are poor can die in masses. My, this is the law of the jungle, my friend. Survival of the fittest.

                 Let's say, I can indulge in my gigantic villa , while my neighbours can starve to death, to make it simple. Long live the system!

          I thought about the muslims of old, when they were my age, what were they thinking about? Kids in Syria can die as martyrs, while I am stuck here thinking about my riches. This, is really unfair, because their share in the Hereafter will be so very big , compared to us all. It's only logic , ain't it? We get more in this world, we get less in the Hereafter? Yeah, I suppose. Unless you, my friend, are a really good man. And you really are.

 Peace.

             

A Letter to a Friend~

                  So long, my friend, we meet again, after such long days we endured. It is within my greatest regret that I should write such a peculiar letter; whilst knowing that any of us despise criticism and prefer appraisal over anything. But, my friend, considering that we do have a lot in common, I feel naught but to act in order to reduce the discrepancies over unresolved matters.

                My friend,

            I acknowledge with fear the presence of an unyielding need of fun beneath our fragile selves. That mischievous creature is called lust , my friend, and it creeps deep in the veins and engulfs the mind with uncertainty. Lust, as we call it, tends to confuse us between right and wrong, it befuddles us with enthusiasm. Always, when our eyes see something as infinite pleasure, we cannot stop ourselves from conjuring it, we forget that  we have a bond and a contract with the Lord of the heavens and the earth.

        This letter, I write with secrecy and peculiar literacy , my friend, so none can understand but you, and you alone.

              We were brought up in the same atmosphere, my friend, the teachers know not but to care that we do not fall into the deeps of hell. Fragile, we were , as kids, but them adults knew better what they should tell us. Although I never met you before we have come to age, I know with certainty of how perfect was the education of yours; although probably in the early years. I've met the comrades of yours before I know you my friend; my, they are the best men I've ever met, they walk upon this earth like angels, they hold true to themselves and their identity.

          Our teachers taught us with care, that we should stay away from forbidden acts; and you know what that is. The deeds of the Men of the West shall not be followed by any way possible, because they are not us, they despise our religion, and they go against it. We were guided with our prayers and our clean souls, that time when we were kids, far away from all this ridiculous stuff. It was written in the Protocols of Zion that man should fall to their lowest ebb, before they can be conquered and overpowered.

"And never will the Jews or the Christians approve of you until you follow their religion. Say, "Indeed, the guidance of Allah is the [only] guidance." If you were to follow their desires after what has come to you of knowledge, you would have against Allah no protector or helper."( Al-Baqarah; 120)

          My friend,

          There might be a time when the courage of Muslims fails, and the bonds between us break, but today is not that day. It is never too late to look back and repent ourselves, as Allah is always the most merciful. Oh to be young, and to feel the pleasurable pain of love. My friend, should you happen to like a woman, you go and ask her hand in marriage, and that will suit you best in the blessings of Allah. A gentleman like us does not choose to frolick with women we love in public , like the Men of the West. It is shameful that we happen to know that the act is wrong, yet we deny it  in our hearts and decided to go all YOLO over it. Damn, my friend, dafuq happened to you?

              Gallant were the ways of the Men of the West. They  fancy dancing and a bucket of filthy ale. Their women dress in splendid glittering dresses which pronounces their protruding youth and arouses every eye that sees. They know not that such act is not allowed in our civilized society, so the blame should not be put upon their unknowing shoulders. It is us who know and acknowledge the fact in our daily lives. Our recitals and prayers should have taken care of us, but we strayed way this particular time. I tried to stay put to my principles, and you my friend, must follow me, because together we are strong, and together we cannot go astray.

"And do not approach unlawful sexual intercourse. Indeed, it is ever an immorality and is evil as a way."( Al-Isra' ; 32)

                    My friend,

       It is utter  madness to say that we should follow the customs of  a country should we decide to travel there. If I happen to travel to Japan, my friend, it is not of necessity that I become a Japanese. I do not have to consume sake and dye my hair red. I am who I am, a proud muslim, although that lazy part needs some repairing. Some of us who would be learning with the Men of the West metamorphed into the non-believers themselves. They found that the act to frolick with a girl without the necessary bond of marriage is nothing to be feeling guilty of. Bourbons and vodkas are enjoyable, they said. What the hell, I said. Oh the might of true love, one might travel across mountains of ice and waddle through seas of fire. Wait..Will you? Will you go through a hell of fire for that short twinge of fun? Really? Is it really that exhilarating, my friend?

             We will go old, wrinkled and probably fat and saggy. So will be our wives of old, ugly they will be, for the age of youth is short and temperamental. Let us not let our days be the days of regret and despair, but let us make it the days of peace , where will feel content of our youthful deeds. There are wars to fight, my friend, a nation we can help rebuilt, and a Deen that we must live with, with pride and honour. That, my friend, will not be done  with the acts of lovebirds.

                Dear friend,

              Let us not let the trinkets of this world fool us and take us away. Life is nothing but a short getaway, where we recollect ourselves with as much deed as we can. I love you, my friend, as a comrade in battles that have yet to come, and because of that we must not fall.

There are promises we have made before, my friend,

Never forget,

never forget.

Peace.

Friday, friday~

                    Today is Friday. A fine day , this is, glorious and merry. Merry , because this is Friday. Our  freaking Friday. This is a day that we gather together and pray ; hundreds of thousands strongmen huddled together in proximity. We are able to sit between people we never knew and never met before, every single week, without a football match at hand or a rock concert with deafening drums. Just to listen to a fiddle man with his enchanting words, to bedazzle us with his advice, so that our errands upon this world can run smooth.

          That is the way it should be. That is the way it is. That is the way it was. Khutbah in the times of the prophet and sahabat was strong and true to the ears of the believers. Their words can speak  with the hearts of the people, able to make the hardest of men shed tears and provoke the most patient of men into great rage. Mere words, I say , are enough to start a revolution. Public speeches of Sukarno made him able to gain the popularity and trust of millions of people. Obama and his promises of "change" made him president of the United States. Words are sharper than swords, if one knows how to use them; because their aim is the heart, and they do not miss.

           If our khutbah succeeds to make half of the congregation fall into deep sleep; then what use is the speech, other than to fulfill an obligation? Allah loves when a servant does his deeds with diligence and spirits; a man reading a poorly written text clearly does not suffice.

          The strength of a speaker-as my father quotes- depends upon the audience. If one is able to produce good words, but none can listen to him, then he is no speaker . A good speaker is the one who can make people aroused to listen to him, not exactly in excitement, but most probably-yeah. The Friday khutbah should not be made as a mere routine. It is a public speech of great import-I say, in this times where we use words almost more than guns and swords.

          The nation is so proud with numerous public speaking competitions , debate  tournaments and forums . There are championships here and there, with various hosts and events; all gallant and glorious. Young speakers that I've met, can beat the shit out of the current ministers and government officials should they decide to go to war with words-good gracious, this is indeed true. Talent among young people is numerous and supremely varied. These young men can charm others just with their smiles and their pose on the stage-like a boss. However when it comes to the precious khutbah, there are only losers who cannot even read the text well.

                My , this is so wrong. Khatibs in masjids that I've been to don't even make eye contact with the congregation. The speech is always monotonous ; sombre with warnings that don't even sound like one. The issues  were sometimes interesting; and at times; boring to death. It was like reading nursery rhymes to sleepy children , that is most succesful ; as men fall under deep slumber in the heat of the day.

       The result of this phenomenon should be made clear and known to all-we come and go to the masjid, without any change of heart or tears in our eyes. There are indeed good men who give wonderful khutbahs which win the hearts of the men, but they are not many. In general; they all suck. The end.

        Talent among young men should be utilized and used for the ummah-and this , I say is the efficient allocation of resources. It doesn't matter if the good speakers are now bankers or engineers or policemen; they should be made Imam and Khatib-rotations can be made if they are indeed terribly busy with this short life. Imams in the past were not singularly Imam, they were businessmen, labourers and even scientists. Should this happen, I would run to the mosque with enthusiasm every freaking Friday afternoon.

             Among the reason young people are reluctant to go to the masjid these days is because it is simply boring, with constant threat of death and that we are all going to hell . Nabi Muhammad , peace be upon him, is a messenger that brings the threat and warnings, but he also brings with him promises of Jannah, he brings peace to the world and happiness among the believers. Constant warning is a must, because we all forget our promises, but not necessarily  at all times. The masjid is the place we gather and show our love to each other as muslims, to show that we care and that we , are indeed strong.

         Peace.

Tickles

              The world is coming to an end.   Crisis and wars engulf this planet like a stack of hay set on fire. And they spread really fast. Economic tension all around the world forces leaders of nations to succumb to extreme measures to prevent downfall. This adds to the atmosphere of unease and   displeasure, and it can be seen that the prospect of the solution is not bright.

          

                     How many earthquakes had happened this month alone? How  many are hurricanes now compared to a century ago? The world is a terribly old being, and it is designated to reach an end, like all living creatures upon this planet. The signs are now all clear, the true prophecies that our beloved prophet delivered, true to the eyes of the believers, and those who understand. Let's drop all pretences and agree, that this is really happening.  The end can happen any moment from now, as all the small signs had occurred.

             

              That's why we need to get married. As I fear the turbulences and tribulations of this fragile planet, I saw it with crystal clarity that I do not want to die alone. The future of going to war and die in an explosion seems near enough, and thus I  need to learn and experience the various flavors of this life     so that when the time for retribution comes, I will be ready. No shit, I'm  kidding.

          

               The social structure in this nation is an unsuitable niche for us youngsters to live. There is indeed too much fun to behold, with the internet as the biggest holder of crap, and  extreme ecstasy for those who seeks for it. Let's just say that there are two parts of fun; the right fun and the wrong fun. The concept is too simple if we take some time and think about it . We muslims are forbidden from the wrong fun, as they are obviously wrong-does this definition of fun needs further clarification? I don't think so.  If  we instead  choose to do it the right fun way, why should anyone disagree?

"And of His signs is that He created for you from yourselves mates that you may find tranquillity in them; and He placed between you affection and mercy. Indeed in that are signs for a people who give thought."(Ar-Rum, 21)

           Should parents disagree with the act of lovebirds and ridiculous puppy love, the road towards marriage should be open and be made easy.  It is not wise for the road department to shut down the two ends of a horizontal road and force drivers to go somewhere. The drivers cannot use side-along apparition as they are obviously Muggles. They are stuck in an infinite loop in the endless road , and this causes much despair and disruptions upon the limited mental capacity.

            This is the problem in our country; the social disability and inept communication among people. While men in other countries run from headshots and grenades, we are stuck with endless fun. What disaster is fun?  I don't know.

         Support the good and say  no to the bad. What is wrong with you people that you cannot understand? Makers  of the wrong decisions are named for the responsibility  should any dire consequences tend  to happen, because they fail to understand that  we must support the good and say no to the bad.                        

          Sorry for overcomplicating things; this is written so that you people can suffer in a vortex of confusion.

"And marry the unmarried among you and the righteous among your male slaves and female slaves. If they should be poor, Allah will enrich them from His bounty, and Allah is all-Encompassing and Knowing." (Annur; 32)

         Why so early, and why so young? Desperate enough, eh? There are some old people who still act like children. Age is not an accurate measure for wisdom and credibility, or so I thought. I agree that should I want something I would produce every sort of argument for my benefit, but I stayed put to my principles. Those who disagree should say something mentally intelligible instead of continuous yappering of disagreements without reasons.

                  The controversial question of why - do- you- want- to- get- married should be answered with another question; why would anyone at any age get married? It is one of the basic phase of living, and you asked why? Blimey!

"And do not kill your children for fear of poverty. We provide for them and for you. Indeed, their killing is ever a 

great sin. And do not approach unlawful sexual intercourse. Indeed, it is ever an immorality and is evil as a way."(Al-Isra' , 31-32)

          The blame for the various social failures; babies thrown into dumpsters and runaway teeenagers are to  be put upon everyone's shoulders. The government, for one is the biggest sinner  as  they disagreed  to the implimentation of Islamic laws that serve as a method of prevention. Parents who 'sell' their daughters according to the beloved child's certificate and looks should be sentenced to twelve years in prison and hard work. I agree that good things have a hefty bill to pay for, but please ,be considerate.

           

           

Peace.

Mute Devils~

                What if one day, a big chunk of missile comes crushing at your doorstep and blow your mom to pieces? That's just outrageous, sorry. But seriously, how do you feel if that does happen? What options do you have? Run  like a chicken? Or cry your hearts out?

           The gift of peace is not permanent. It can be taken away at any time. Peace can dissolve into a murky , stagnant war, or starvation, or civil disputes , anytime God wills it that way. Especially in a country where people rejects Islamic laws and the leader loves Korean chicks more than religious men.

"And if only the people of the cities had believed and feared Allah , We would have opened upon them blessings from the heaven and the earth; but they denied [the messengers], so We seized them for what they were earning."

(Al-A'raf; 96)

          It is promised in the Holy Quran that we will always be tested. And we will be.

"And We will surely test you with something of fear and hunger and a loss of wealth and lives and fruits, but give good tidings to the patient,"

(Al-Baqarah ; 155)

        I wonder how does it feels like to see your dearest brothers slaughtered in front of your own freaking eyes. How is it to be so helpless, you can do nothing but stare and scream in disbelief. How is it like to have your childhood home torn by machines of war, where savage people shoot your neighbours and rape their daughters? Can we go through that? Am I able to withstand such terrible disaster?

 

"Then, did the people of the cities feel secure from Our punishment coming to them at night while they were asleep?"

(Al-A'raf; 97)

             To be honest, we serial sinners does not stand a chance against something that hard. The gift of  peace had made us forget that we are bound to a lifetime contract with God, a contract we can never break. We forgot that earthquakes, wars and hurricanes can happen anytime Allah wants it to happen. So happy we are with this peace and freedom that some of us love to say these words; " Our country is at peace. We are well fed and no one starves, and because of that we should be grateful and thankful to the government who had provided us with the best of services and wealth"

" Why should we change , while we have peace? Look at Egypt and Thailand; the rallies and demonstrations only cause chaos and disorder"

" You people are  very ungrateful. The government had tried its best providing world class education, building skyscrapers and roads, yet you low class people tried to deny progress!"

Seriously, seriously?

       As long as the government stays secular at its best, they should go down. Down and under.

        That's the fight of the people of Syria, Egypt and Tunisia. That  is our fight. The government is corrupt and against our Deen. The Syrian people does not wage war upon Basyar al-Assad for a lost cause. Egyptians did not rally for months just for fun. There was no Himpunan Sejuta Belia in Syria. They did not gather infront of tanks and machine guns to watch artists go all crazy and to yell " You Only Live Once!" in unison.  The teens and the youth have a real cause and a real fight. And we, sinners do not stand a chance against what they are up to.

             We only saw that those rallies are causes of chaos and disorder, violence and death, without realising the cause behind it. We had been too comfortable in our fortress of peace, with accumulating body fats , smartphones and fancy clothes. Don't misunderstand, there's nothing wrong with such pleasure we have, only that it is bad when we forget our contract with God. It is true that games, concerts and proms are pure fun, but to what extent?  

"So when they forgot that by which they had been reminded, We opened to them the doors of every [good] thing until, when they rejoiced in that which they were given, We seized them suddenly, and they were [then] in despair."

(Al-An'am,;44)

            We did nothing when American bombers annihilated the cities in Iraq, hijacked their resources and killed their children. We did nothing when Israeli troops marched into Lebanon and tore down the buildings and homes. We did nothing either when Hosni Mubarak started shooting at his own people and Gaddafi waged war upon his fellow Muslim brothers. The only thing we did was to produce a ban to travel to those affected countries, and something a little bit nice; a missionary army unit to help during the aftermath of war; medical teams and peacekeepers-only after hundreds of thousands of their citizens had been slain and humiliated .

               Are we deaf or are we blind? To remain silent and non-partisan when a party violates the right of the other means a support to the thoghut. A man who just watched and did nothing when thugs bullied an innocent man is actually a supporter to the criminal. He is the mute devil. Useless, and evil. To add to the severity of this situation is that we have the ability and strength to help, and yet we did nothing.

          Shouldn't we feel ashamed? No, we should feel much worse than ashamed. We should have provided those Muslim fighters state of art ammunition . We should have send them the best of our soldiers to help, rather than doing countless defence training and weapons exhibition , in which the army does not have  a real mission to even exist as a defence mechanism. It should have been simple for us; what is better than to die a martyr? This is the chance to wipe off all our countless sins and lies, this is the promise of jannah.

             We did not provide anything. Not even a voice of support, no nothing. Hell, the government even supported the Syrian government. It seems that providing our youth with pop culture and pure hedonism is much more important than to stop the slaughter of children in the country of our own brothers.

Peace.

Happy Mother's Day~

               I want to wish every mom out there, Happy Mother's Day. To every mother who loved their children like nothing else, mom, we love you so much. I want you to know that there is no enough words for me to proclaim how much do we adore you, how much we miss you, and how much we long to see you again, to hear your loving voice ,and to see your wonderful smile.

            We want you to know that you are such a wonderful mother , you are our guardian angel, the love of our hearts. If only we had the time and the chance to show how much we love you, mom ,I would freaking kill someone to get that.

        I am living this day on, with regret, a regret that will remain until the rest of my life. I will always regret the fact that I never used this opportunity before to show you how much we love you, and how much we miss you, mom, you are, and will always be in our hearts. When I was younger I never tried to celebrate her with the best I could. Once , I gave her a present-it was a prank-a rubber spider hidden in a wooden box. Damn, I will always live in regret.

              When mother got sick in 2007, we were completely devastated. My seven sisters and I, we never knew how we endured such a big loss. We saw mother lying in bed for months in pain, and we could do nothing but pray.

               I still remembered the days when we went home after school, and this beautiful lady would be waiting for us with a prepared lunch, and a bright smile on her face. I should've hugged and kissed her every day, but I did not.  There were not a single morning without half boiled eggs or her delicious butter rolls, but now we only have skimpy cereals for breakfast. I asked my sister earlier tonight, what would she like for dinner, and she said she would like mother to cook for us tonight.

           She was the perfect mother. She was our teacher, our guardian and our best friend. A very pious woman she was, never met someone better.  May Allah bless you dear mother, and put you in the best of His blessings.

            I would like you to know that we are very sorry for being such naughty kids that we were. We're grownups now mother, we never quarreled ever since, we are like perfect siblings now. We care for each other like you always wanted, and we love you more than ever.

            I should have wrote her something like this when mother was still with us, but I never did. Go away, ninjas cutting onions!

          There was a ruckus lately in the social media about how wrong it is to celebrate Mother's Day. I figured out that these people who want to banish this celebration had a very bad childhood, or they were adopted by evil couples. My job here is done.

                There was a written history about this celebration, and somebody translated that history into a falsified slanderous account, a wrong information for so many people. It was written that Anna Jarvis , an American who loved her mother so much, decided to celebrate her mother who died years before. It was natural that the people there celebrated it in a church, as they were freaking Christians. I don't expect them to celebrate it in a mosque, would they?

         The story was exaggerated, that the celebration was associated with the Mother Church, for Mary, mother of Jesus, Isis, the mother-god for Egyptians, while it was clearly written that Julia Howe who started it at first was celebrating mothers who lost their children in the war, and to celebrate the peace that they had.

                 I never knew Anna Jarvis or Julia Howe before. I knew nothing about those false gods. But I know that I love my mother with all my heart, and she  deserves every day of celebration. I give my mother presents on this day, not anything ridiculous or something that goes against this Deen. . If you feel that it is wrong to celebrate this day, then I pity your mothers for having such ungrateful sons and daughters.

                  There's a limit to exaggerations, and people just got past that.

              Sorry.

            I do not have someone to share my tears and my joy, but I am very grateful for such a wonderful mother I had. She was not there when I got my exam results. I felt sad when I won competitions because I do not have someone to tell my big story and show her my presents and my pictures, to tell her how awesome my friends are, to tell her how exciting are the school days. My younger sisters miss the chance  to enjoy our mother's recipe, they never knew how  wonderful did she looked when she smiled, how was her laughter music to our ears.

          She would cheer me up whenever I had a bad day. Looking at her face was enough to brighten up my day . Strict she was, but loving more than anyone. She would always give me a real painful pinch in the arm whenever I misbehaved, and now I am missing that. I want her to be there when I grow up and get fat, to see how handsome am I today, and I want her to be there when I graduate, insya-Allah, but, Allah knows what is best for us, and he is the Most Merciful.

              I never tried to apologize to her if I ever lied and did something bad, and, wow, how I wish I did.

                To every living soul I know, cherish and appreciate the moments you have with your beloved parents, like never before . To our dearest mother, may Allah bless you and place you with the best of his servants.

Peace.

Clean and clear?

I do not have the audacity to write even a single word,as I am a sinner.

       They asked me, what did we get from going to Bersih 3.0? What did I get? The question, although downright clear, it was terribly puzzling. It creates a paradox; we went to Dataran Merdeka not for ourselves, we would get nothing, and we know it. We know that there will be no cookies , no surprise cash waiting, no presents for us. And they asked, what did we get from the rally? We wanted nothing for ourselves, so expect less of it.

             We did get something though. We got some serious skin irritation from the water cannons, teary eyes and crammed legs. I was so tired, I slept for too  many hours.

             There were several other weird questions that rose, some utterly unacceptable.

1. Support  Bersih =  support LGBT, pluralism, and stuff?

      I have just the perfect word for that; obfuscation, thanks to a friend.  Obfuscation (or beclouding) is the hiding of intended meaning in communication, making communication confusing, wilfully ambiguous, and harder to interpret. The media obfuscated the objective of the rally. The objective of the rally was super clear; demanding a free election. A demand for free election. A demand for free election.

A demand for fair election.

A demand for fair election.

A demand for a clean election.

A demand for a just media.

A demand for justice.

A strike against corruption.

               I repeat, a demand for free election. There was nothing about LGBTs, pluralism, secularism, racism or some other ridiculous stuff. Those men who asked for LGBT's rights can go to hell themselves, this rally got nothing to do with that. The media  blinded the people by creating such impression.

        We never went to the rally because of Ambiga. She holds no claim upon our souls, and she has no say in whatever we want to do. Just for a fair election, and just that, seriously.

2. Ukhuwwah and ties between people is much more important  than rallies and endless debates?

            They said that we should ceasefire and stop whatever we are trying to do, because this breaks silaturrahmi and creates a distance between people. This is terribly harmful.

            Let's say that among us, there are robbers, bandits, corruptors and dictators. If we happen to be separated and against each other, that separation is for the truth, al-haq. We want to go against the corruptors, and we will not stay silent together, as  the silence means support for the injustice, al-batil. Let us split, as long as we do not support  clear sins.

         They said that all these confusion are just because of the transgression of thoughts and opinions. A minor disagreement, and we should make amends and stay together again.

            There is no confusion. This is not a minor disagreement. This is not just another clashes of opinion. The idea that the truth is subjective, that is some serious manipulation of words.

         Ever watched the Avengers? Or Spiderman, Ultraman and Superman? These protagonists showed us two clear sides; the evil and the good men. That is the same concept here , people. We have some really bad people who did nothing but cheat, and another group that goes against that. Is it wrong that I show my support to superheroes?

         It is crystal clear, that the government is corrupt, and we cannot stay silent.

3. Bersih is an event of violence, and should never happen in this peaceful nation?

               It was a very peaceful assembly. Thousands of people sitting together, and I never saw such harmony between the people. There were no restrictions between races and religions, we were like brothers, helping  each other, showing our passions, like a big, big family. A unity at its best, until somehow, someone broke the barriers and started the provocations.

           The name of the place was Dataran Merdeka. Was. Now it is Dataran Tak Merdeka. The place that is the benchmark for national independence, now barred from its own people with fences and barbed wire. How ironic.

         We just want to sit and protest, and the police shot us with water cannons and tear gas. It was brutal, like they were chasing animals or something. The pictures and videos are enough proof. It was never meant 

to be violent.

                Talking about peaceful nations, we are ignorant  people, that's why we do not want to change. The urge for the revival of Islam in the country is not in the hearts  for ignorant people. They feel safe. " We have enough pay and food, why protest?"

" The country is peaceful, let it be so"

" The government had tried its best for the betterment of the people, we should give them a chance"

I have questions too; if we can change for the better, why should we stay indifferent?

The country is not peaceful; crime rates are terribly high, murders, robberies, corruptions  amounting to 

billions; aren't these enough for you?

Every single person on this earth should have an ambition for the rise of good men, so that everything will be better. The only way now , is by making a change, as the government is too corrupt to do something good.

          If the authorities had not ordered the police to attack, would there ever be violence? No. Damn it, we just wanted to sit and protest, and you shot us with acid? Seriously?

         I went to the rally that day not for the violence. I went there not for the experience alone. I was there as a regular guy, demanding for justice. Full stop.  

       What did we get, finally? Bruises and lethargy, yeah. The reward for a fight against injustice is not here, dear people, not in this world. It is in the Akhirat , insyaallah.