A bond that cannot be broken.

Bond.

An unbreakable bond.

Some people upon hearing this would probably tell themselves "I know about these bonds".

Well, yes. All of you do know this bond. This feeling of security and love so much that you'll never get tired of it. It'll never wear down, although sometimes there's holes and tears but this bond always manage to mend itself. Always manage to get hold of your deepest feelings.

However, like everything else in this world, to each person, this bond is different. Some have strong, some have weak. But nevertheless, it is there. Which is why to each person is unique. I'm pretty sure most people have a strong bond.

You know what I'm talking about.

Family.

I do not know everyone's relationship with their family or if any of their family members already passed away. Therefore, I apologize sincerely because I might have not known what you've been through. In that case, please allow me to give you a glimpse of what I feel for my family.

Family is like a house. You build the foundation out of love. The stronger the better. Once the foundation is laid out and then the pillars comes next. This is where the children came into play. Son and daughters is the pillars of a new home. The bricks are all the experience you get from your family. Each and every brick is different from one another. The more you have, the stronger your home is.

Next is the roof. The roof is what is the result of the love and experience together. The roof is the bond that I'm talking about. It shelters the home from being wet from the rain, or the heat from the Sun.

If you miss any one of those, the house is incomplete.

Let it be a big house, or a small house. Each one of them give a feeling like no other. Feeling of being belong to something. All of my experience, my family have been there for me. Let it be when I was ill or when I was taking my exam results or when I was sad. But I know my family would not be there for me forever. And when the time comes, I do not want to have any regrets.

I wish when the time come for me to serve my parents, I will not hesitate. Just like my parents did not hesitate to give me food when I was hungry. To clean me when I am dirty. To hold my hands as I learn how to walk. To listen to me when I learn to speak.

I hope this for you as well. Please learn something out of this. Parents will get old. They will move on someday. And you'll make your own family.

Have you not ever sit down together with your family and realize how many grey hairs your parents have? How they could not do the things that they use to do and needed your help? You're blind if you can't see this.

I often ask myself, what can I do? Most of the time, I couldn't get an answer. You know why? Because my parents never ask for anything. I'm sure the same for you too.

So please. Wherever you are, whether it's far or close to your home. Give your parents a hug. Give them a call. Tell them you miss them. Tell them you love them. Don't wait till Hari Raya to say these words. You'll never know what would happen.

Lets make du'a for our parents.

"All praise due to Allah, the Lord of the Worlds, the most Merciful, please forgive all my sins, my friend's and my parents. Please protect my parents from the evil of their own souls and evil of others. Protect them from the fire of hell and open your gate of Jannah to them. Bless them with your blessings oh dear Lord. Love them as much as they loved me when I was a child. Care for them like they have cared for me. For you are the best Protector and the All-Forgiving. Amiin"

Thanks for reading.

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Weekend backpacking!

This weekend I'm backpacking to Liverpool! :) I hope it's gonna be fun trip though! Well, I've always wanted to visit the Anfield stadium but I hope there's no home game this weekend! Otherwise, I'll just have to visit the Beatles museum then!

4-5 hours via bus to Manchester! An hour train to Liverpool! :) Kinda lame to talk about it but this is my first time touring UK via public transport! Haha :)

Well then, shall we not share the way of the prophets who always start their journey with a doa? :D

Bismillah :)


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New toy!

It's my new toy that I recently bought. Kinda cool huh? I feel like in the movies for owning one of this. Kinda adds to the room don't you think? Now this is what I called entertainment! :D




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Dissection

I know it's kinda of lame talking about cadavers and all, after been a year in med school. But I'm not planning on talking about it.

I'm planning to talk about people who post photos of their cadavers in social network sites. It disgusts me to see that these 'supposedly' professional students posts all about their cadavers in their twitter or facebook. How more embarrassing can it get? Being ignorant of medical ethics when you're in the line of medicine? Not to mention can be top shot too?

Those cadavers are not toys. They were people before same like you and me. They probably have a family, have kids. Heck, even a decent job. But they chose to give their body in order for the likes of us to study so that later on in life, we can find ourselves food to live.

So where is the respect for that? It's not easy to donate your body just like that. It takes courage and strength knowing at your body gonna be sliced up and your organs gonna be in formaldehyde most of the time. So please have respect for them.

Sadly, some people whom I feel shouldn't have done it, is a Muslim. Even in Islam, the dead are treated with utmost respect. Aurah is preserved even when you died. It is still haram to look at the dead's Aurah. We are allowed to do so because we're studying about it. As far as I know, posting dead body's photo with you posing in it on twitter or facebook isn't part of studying.

I wish this message reach to all med students especially Muslims. This is a message reminding you just in case you forget. Cheers! :)

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Yet another year.

Yes. Yet another year in med school. A 5-year conquest with books as my companion as well as cadavers. Not to mention stethoscope and pen torch for clinical skills. Life has been always as it is. Difficult.

Alhamdulillah. All praises due to Allah. I've passed my first year. And things are looking good so far. I have a home for shelter. Have a bed to sleep on.
Well, Second-year is pretty much heavier than first. 9500 word assignment is definitely sure to blow your mind away. Not to mention more clinical skills lab and dissecting. Which basically means more reading time and revision. I probably have less time than before to write in this blog but I'll try to update every now and then. It seems boring that this blog's last update was months ago. I hope I've got time.

Lately there's not much to do other than revising. Even then I haven't started mine yet. Such procrastination will definitely do harm to studies. I hope it's still early before it affects a lot. But hey! I've began my assignment work!

I guess you can count that as good news considering it's gonna be 9500 words(actually it's two assignments combined. One 5500words and another 4000)

Not much left to say though. I wish all PMR students good luck! And as well as to KMS students and Malaysian students everywhere in the world. No matter where you are, whether at home or overseas, I bid you guys all the best and good luck with your studies!


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Hola Espana...

I've been recently came back from a trip to Spain and France. I couldn't pretty much described how it was like, but Spain was a memory to keep. First was the driving part. Oh hell! I drove left-sided cars and yeah! It's really really damn confusing.

Each time you make a turn to a street, you have to becareful. Or else you might end up in the wrong direction!

Nevertheless, the memories of hardship and joy is a story that will forever be instilled in my heart. Sleeping in the car for few days and how terrible it is! Haha xD

How there is this one night in Granada that some bastards came to our car while we were sleeping and asked us to party! "Mi Amor! Fiesta! Fiesta!" which basically means, "My love! Party! Party!"

But turns out Granada was the best among all destination we've been in Spain. Oh the sheer beauty of that place is already incomparable to any other places I've been. There is this hill that overseas the whole of Granada and also the Palace of Al-Hambra which used to be a palace for a muslim kingdom.

On top of the hill, built a mosque....By the Saudi Arabia Kingdom. Oh how magnificent the mosque was with the marble floor and amazing architecture and crafts work.

Being in Spain, I saw and learned things. Ever since the Ummaiyid reign of the Muslim Caliphate, Spain was in the hands of the muslim world. Ruled for over 800 years, there are amazing work and architecture in Spain.

But you have to wonder when you're there! 800 years of the Muslims ruling, why are there only 2 mosque from their time? The mosque of Cordoba and the mosque of Toledo.

Strange isn't it?


A little history of Spain. At the year of 711, a muslim general known as Tariq Ibn Ziyat came to a piece of land from Maghreb which is now known as Morocco. That land has a steep hill which oversees the sea towards Maghreb. As he landed on the piece of land with his armada, he burned the ships and made the well-known speech to the Muslim world.

"Oh my warriors, whither would you flee? Behind you is the sea, before you, the enemy."

And hence, the conquest to conquer Espana began. That piece of Land is now known as Gibraltar which derived from the arabic word "Jabal Tariq" (The mountain of Tariq) after Tariq Ziyat.

Tariq Ziyat and his army conquered until the north of Spain and further conquest was done by his successors. From Gibraltar, to Barcelona, to Southern of France...

And soon, the Muslim Kingdom was established.

On the year 912, the Caliph Abd Rahman III moved his capital to Cordoba. There, he build a palace knows as the Medina Az-Zaharaa'. The palace itself was magnificent and beautiful. Sadly, that palace didn't last long. Turmoils between the muslim leaders leads to the vacancy of the palace and soon, people started looting things from Medina Az-zaharaa'. All that is left now is ruins. (So it is claimed by them)

The Cordoba mosque which now has been turned into Cathedral symbolizes the grand architecture of Islam. However, why build a Grand mosque is no one comes to the mosque? At that time, the muslim leaders were too succumbed to the pleasure of this world and Islam was neglected.

The christian monarchs saw this as an opportunity to rise and gradually push the Muslim kingdom further south.

At that point of time, the muslim kingdom was already torn apart and form 'Taifa'. It is an independent muslim government which does not have any relation to the caliphate. In the end, the only muslim kingdom was in Granada.

The reconquest of the christian monarchs to rule Spain took a century. In the year of 1492, the christians conquered Granada and expelled the Muslim Emirate. It was the same year Christopher Columbus discovered America.




When the Christian Monarchs took over Spain, they wanted to erase the very history of Islam but found that there are too many Grand architectures that just cannot be destroyed but to be valued. Today, there are only a dozen Islamic monuments left in Spain and sadly some of them were converted to cathedrals.

I learned a lot from the trip and I hope that one day, the glory of Islam would rise again. Amiin!

Mentaliti kita

Saya selalu dipandang pelik oleh masyarakat Melayu kerana mempunyai nama "Foo". Tetapi saya ni membesar dalam masyarakat melayu juga. Fasih berkata-kata bahasa Melayu walaupun nama "Foo".

Malah lebih pelik kalau ade orang-orang Melayu, yang tahu pasal nama saya dan nampak saya solat di masjid.

Lagi pelik, ada sesetengah orang yang tidak senang melihat saya bergaul dalam masyarakat Melayu.

Pernah dulu dituduh orang mcm saya ni akan menjatuhkan ketuanan Melayu sebab saya ni sebenarnya orang cina bertaraf bumiputera.

Kadang-kadang lebih pelik apabila ade juga yang extremis yang menolak saya terus sebagai kawan sebab saya ni 'separuh' cina.

Ade juga yang agak pelik apabila tidak senang sekiranya saya berdekatan.

Yang paling pelik, saya ni tiada bangsa...


Sedih melihat bangsaku ini tidak membangunkan mentaliti sendiri. Dunia ni bukan untuk orang Melayu sahaja. Islam itu bukan untuk orang Melayu sahaja.

Pernah ku terfikir jika orang-orang sebegini, biar dia dicampak ke benua lain, dan bukalah mata itu. Melayu bukannya satu-satu bangsa di dunia ini. Melayu bukanlah Tuan bagi dunia ini.

Sedih membesar dalam keadaan sebegini. Seumur hidup saya, dipandang serong sesetengah masyarakat Melayu yang kononnya mereka adalah yang terhebat. Saya ini bangsa Melayu kelas dua sbb berdarah campur.

Satu hari nanti, mungkin bukan dalam tempoh masa hidup saya.....saya harap orang Melayu sedar akan mentaliti mereka yang mengongkong mereka selama ini. Jadilah orang yang hebat di dunia ini tapi janganlah menggadai integriti bangsa dan agama Islam itu sendiri.


Salam.

"Saya rakyat Malaysia"

Slacking

Now is a pharmacology lecture. But i'm sitting at the back slacking my ass off! Luckily, there's recap! Ehehe! You have to say thank technology for this! Thank you Recap!

Depressing..

It's getting really depressing nowadays. With work not progressing, and with lots of other troubles in mind, I feel I can't concentrate much with my studies. And I cant concentrate in lectures as well.

But I do understand whatever the lecturer were trying to teach. Just that I don't find the energy to write down notes even when it's early in the morning.

I am in a depressed state now. I'm not sure how to pop out of this state. But I better find a way to do so fast. Another assignment is coming soon...

I need to clear my mind. I hope I could have a break from all this for a while.

Sooner or later, I'll have to face this. Might as well face it now rather than running away from it..

Write more soon.

Regards,
Danial

Lecture..

Nowadays, the very word 'lecture' invoke a surge of laziness in me! The technology of Recap made me feel like it's pointless to go to a lecture. But still, Recap isn't as good as it gets in the real deal.

Probably some of you wonder what is a Recap?

Well, most universities have this but probably by a different name. Recap is this recording system that records the slides of the presentation that the lecturer presents and the voice of the lecturer as well. It's a great technology if you wanna listen back to any difficult ideas that the lecturers were trying to convey. Or if you skipped class...

Skipping class eyh? Should I or should I not? ;)

I wonder...

It's been ages since I've last seen my blog! Feels like a grown man looking over his childhood diary when I read back my posts. Those were the days when I have plenty of time in the world to write. But now, reality strikes. Amazingly how fast time passes me by. It seems like yesterday, the cold chilly air of Newcastle filled my lungs as I first step foot outside of the Newcastle International Airport. Now it's my second semester of my first year.

I have so much to say but so little time.

I'm not sure why I feel like I wanna blog again. Probably because there's this voice in my head that narrates almost anything that I do. Just like life writing about itself. I sometimes find myself sitting alone in the bus, looking out in the window to the clear blue sky, and I wonder.

I've reached so far...but there's more to reach out for.

The memoirs of my life, encrypted in my head starts to unravel itself. Flashes of memories starts to appear. One by one starts to be clear. The more I ponder, the weirder it gets.

Sometimes, when I walk through the plain field of grass, I started to wonder again. As the chilly wind sweeps on my face, stroking my hair back and forth, like a mother lovingly cherishing her child, I wonder...

I wonder when will it stop? But then again, every ending is a new beginning...