Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Climbing Another One Step in the Ladder of Life.

Assalamualaikum,

Hi ! I am again. Hee. I was just thinking, no matter how great we are or we were, at the end of the day we going to leave everything behind just like the famous Wong Fei Hong, Bruce Lee and many more. They were the infamous martial art sifu but they just left their names and stories behind. Even our beloved messenger Muhammad SAW left us even when he was the most beloved human in the world. They were loved and adored by everyone but what happened when they were alone in their graves. Don't you curios ? I am.

I always wondering and questioning about everything in my life. Everything in this world raised my curiosity. Sometimes, I would look for the answers but most of the time I just would let it slide. Maybe because I was so lazy or maybe because I will scared by the answer itself.

I told before in my other social media that when others get lots of wedding invitations, I got lots of funerals to attend. What gave me a pang of reality was that when we die, what we bring together just our white cotton cloth. We will be left alone in the dark, deep, underground grave. There are no families, no friends, no cars, no houses, no money, nothing. Nothing can accompany us. It's times for us to face our Lord. This is it. This is the day.

I know that day will come. Just like I know I will graduate from meds school one day. At that times when I hold the scroll from our dean and when I took a quick glance toward the crowd, the most unforgettable feeling that I had, I felt that "This is it. This is the end of my life as a student". Every hardships that I had, every memory from those years came in flash. I knew, I was taking the next step in my life.

And I know, one day, I will be in the grave alone in darkness and I going to say it again "This is it. This is the end of my journey as a human". And truthfully I say, I am scared because I never know will I pass or fail that day. And I know, if I fail, I am going to suffer miserably. Don't you scared ? I am.

Ok. Bye !







P/S= I am going to work next month. Hee. Another step in my life. Can't wait to be a doctor but so scared if I cannot carry the responsibility. They say it's hard to be a HO, I am not scared of the hardship but I am scared if I am thinking that, the hardship is so tough that I want to give up. I just don't want to give up yet or anytime in my life. Huu. Pray for me please. Please please please pray that Allah will give strength for my hardships in my upcoming life. Hee. Thank you for the prayer.

Saturday, September 5, 2015

My Full of Emotion Post. Sorry.

Assalamualaikum.

If Malaysia listened to me for 10 minutes, I would say, let's put our hands together and hold it tight please. It is never about me or you, Malaysia is always about us.

Thousands years ago, for human survival, humans started to live together. Yes, our anchestors were used to be individualistic but at the end, they knew that they need to be together to survive, they started to form community. From that, there were us. From togetherness. I know,  I am so lacking in evolution theory (sorry Miss Alicia) and I am sorry if I say wrong. But what I am trying to say, we need each other.

Since I was small, I always dreamed that I would have lots of friends. I means multiracial. I would love to be friends with the chinese or indians but I never had a chance. Even so, I always realize that no matter who we are, no matter what races or religions, we are human first. We deserve to live in peace.

Just remember this, despite our differences, skin colours, races, religions, languages, political believes and many more, we always have one thing in common, that we are living under one roof - Malaysia- and of course we are all human.

Please please please let's try to see goodness in people, let's try to say good things and the most important things let's try to embrace our differences so that we can live in peace.

Malaysia, we can do this. I don't think, but I know we can.




P/s= I just have that random thought suddenly after I read so many hate comments on fb. Do we raised to hate ? To say bad things on others weakness ? To force others to agree with our disagreement ?  I just don't know anymore. *sad face*

P/s/s= I can get mad sometimes too right ? Huuuu. Thanks blog for listening to me. I told you before, you are my little diary. Bye !