Call Me Irresponsible..??

I believe everyone knows and aware of the incident occurred at Stadium Putra Bukit Jalil during the 'Piala Malaysia' (7th Nov 2009) between Negeri Sembilan & Kelantan. It was reported that the total loss for that night was estimated RM138, 000. KAFA was ordered to pay about RM50, 000 in the aftermath of the loss and damages, since the supporters of Kelantan team were believed to be responsible over the loss.
Apart from money wise, I think the incident has given bigger impacts to all Kelantanese; [whether they are staying in (or) outside Kelantan and whether they went to the stadium that night or just watched it from the TV at home] People will probably get prejudice towards Kelantanese due to the incident. And for that, it is really pity the team of Kelantan, the KAFA and (especially) the other innocent Kelantanese.

----<@ ‘Kerana nila setitik, rosak susu sebelanga.’….??

Malaysians are generous!

When I was studying in Shah Alam, there was a night market on each Monday at my hostel area in Section 18. Normally, after finishing our last class at 7, we would go straight to the bus with a hope that the bus could fly so that we can arrive our room immediately. Monday used to be the most tiring day according to my schedule. My class started at 8.30 in the morning and ends at 7.00 in the evening.
The foods sold at the ‘pasar malam’ were variety and we could get all kinds of ‘nasi’ and ‘kuih’ including the traditional ‘kuih’ and modern dishes as well. Sometimes, the foods were too variety and it appeared tough for us to choose.

There was something about the night market that I think (still thinking) really spoil the peacefulness and cheerfulness of the night market itself. It is the beggar (peminta sedekah).’ You will find a beggar (who asking for money of course) at almost every corner of the night market; whether they were disable or a healthy normal person. I really wondered where these people came from. Of course there is a person who was in charge of those beggars. What made me more wonder was, the ‘when’ and ‘how’ did those beggars sent to each location. Surely there’s a syndicate rite?
I believe that the money collected by those beggars will be taken by ‘someone’ behind it. It was really pitiful to see those poor beggars who were disable and some were really old to be taken advantage by irresponsible persons. Sometimes, it was really heartbreaking to see some of the beggars, who were really in a bad condition with no leg (or legs), blinded eyes, armless and so forth. Those beggars were placed on the road without any proper chair to be seated. They only used old newspapers or used plastic bags to sit. To make it worse, they were placed on the wet road (still) WITHOUT any proper seat if it was a rainy day. I really could not bear to see those beggars especially the old handicapped and women with kids to be bare seated on the wet road in the middle of the hectic crowd.
I once went through a handicapped man, sitting on a wheelchair at one corner of the night market. He was (of course a beggar) but the difference was, he was not just sit there and waiting for generous hands to throw some coins. At least, he provided packet tissues on his lap, so that those who donated could take the packet tissues in return. However, what made me looked twice at him was, there was a beautiful lady besides him who was feeding him some ‘nasi tomato’. I was like, ‘hey beautiful lady. Is he your husband? Does he beg to support your family or what? Why don’t you find a nice job and earn a living rather than accompanying him begging?’
Whatever it is, Malaysians are generous…rite? Even though they are annoyed or curious about all those beggars, still they throw some caring coins. Yes, Malaysians are truly generous! Just look at how Malaysians generously donated their belongings to the Tsunami victims in 2005 even though there were some of the belongings were useless such as broken radio or underpants with holes! Well, Malaysians are generous!

Why Muslims read Al-Quran~

Why do we read Quran, even if we can't understand a single Arabic word? This is beautiful story, please read till end and forward to all you knows...

An old American Muslim lived on a farm in the mountains of eastern Kentucky with his young grandson. Each morning Grandpa was up early sitting at the kitchen table reading his Qur'an. His grandson wanted to be just like him and tried to imitate him in every way he could.

One day the grandson asked,
"Grandpa! I try to read the Qur'an just like you but I don't understand it, and what I do understand I forget as soon as I close the book. What good does reading the Qur'an do?"

The Grandfather quietly turned from putting coal in the stove and replied,
"Take this coal basket down to the river and bring me back a basket of water."

The boy did as he was told, but all the water leaked out before he got back to the house.

The grandfather laughed and said,
"You'll have to move a little faster next time,"

He sent him back to the river with the basket to try again. This time the boy ran faster, but again the basket was empty before he returned home. Out of breath, he told his grandfather that it was impossible to carry water in a basket, and he went to get a bucket instead.

The old man said,
"I don't want a bucket of water; I want a basket of water. You're just not trying hard enough,"

He went out the door to watch the boy try again. At this point, the boy knew it was impossible, but he wanted to show his grandfather that even if he ran as fast as he could, the water would Leak out before he got back to the house. The boy again dipped the basket into river and ran hard, but when he reached his grandfather the basket was again empty.

Out of breath, he said,
"See Grandpa, it's useless!"

"So you think it is useless?"

The old man said,
"Look at the basket."

The boy looked at the basket and for the first time realized that the basket was different. It had been transformed from a dirty old coal basket and was now clean, inside and out.

"Son, that's what happens when you read the Qur'an. You might not understand or remember everything, but when you read it, you will be changed, inside and outside. That is the work of Allah in our lives."

Moral of the story : Read Al-Quran frequently as it will purify our heart. When we have pure heart, it is easy to do righteous and leave jahiliyah and badness in ourselves.

CREDIT TO:
www.iLuvislam.com
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editor : everjihad

What makes a good teacher..

Taare Zameen Par is one of Amir Khan's movies with him as the leading character (roled as a teacher) and Darsheel Safary (roled as Ishaan), a dyslexic. With a tagline 'evry child is special' i personally think that this is a great movie and a must-watch for every teacher on earth. This really really has opened my eyes that every child DOES has a talent within. It is just the matter of whether we (the adult) care to search for the special talent in each child. Briefly, this movie is about Ishaan, a dyslexic who finds school as a boring & scary place especially when there is no one at the school acknowledges him. Other than suffering a dyslexia, Ishaan is also lacking of motor coordination skills which makes it difficult for him to throw a ball into a straight line. Ishaan is always being an aim for public humiliation by his classmates as well as his teachers. The worse thing is, Ishaan's parents are of no better than his friends and teachers. They do not show any support or effort to help Ishaan but being complaining about Ishaan's disability. Ishaan's life is totally changed after the presence of his teacher (Amir Khan) who's the one finds out that Ishaan is actually dyslexic. The teacher (Amir Khan) does everything that he could think of to help Ishaan (which makes the movie very priceless & touching at the same time). The ending (of course) is where we can see Ishaan's changes & improvement which impressed everyone at the school including people who always pick on him. Even his parents were speechless over Ishaan's changes because all this while they thought that Ishaan is nobody but a burden. And the movie ends very beautifully and touches everyone's heart.
----<@ The subject matter of this movie really catches my attention (my other colleagues as well) since it's about teaching: The approaches, the techniques & strategies, the patience, the passion, the determination and the victory-feelings of being a teacher. This movie makes me realize that giving up hope on the students (especially the lower-ends) should be placed at the very last rank...and, as teachers, we should respect our students' differences because each of them got their own specialty & talent.

Happy teaching to all teachers & NEVER give up on your students!
May Allah bless, no matter where.. ;)

I Love my job...I Love my job..

Since i was very little up to my 17 years of age, i actually wasn't very sure of what did i want to do as a job. Frankly, i was not into teaching but i realized that i loved to explain things to people.Still, teacher was not my taste & flava. When i was in primary school, I love reading novels and storybooks especially of Sci-Fi & investigations in which led me to set my mind to be an author or a journalist...but then when i was in secondary school, i realized that my passion grew for science and astronomy which made me decided to be an astronomer (phew!) what an ambition!! And now here i am..a teacher. Though teaching profession was not my choice, but it is now.I am starting to love my job and i think teaching is the right & best job for me.
**I cannot be a doc because i don't think that cutting people's skin is fun.
**I cannot be an accountant/a banker because i hate numbers & maths
**I cannot be a scuba trainer because i am a hydrophobic
**I can be a teacher because i love to clear things up for people & i LOVE my job! ;)