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Aku.

khaleel el-wafy 4 Comments

Baru sebentar tadi aku hampir siap menaip beberapa baris ayat.

Baru sekejap ingin aku khabarkan rasa malas dan benci menceritakan perihal aku, dan aku dan aku lagi…

Nah, terus crash firefox memadam sebahagian ‘entry’!

Astaghfirullahal ‘azeem…padan muka sendiri.

Aku jelas sekali makna pada tajuk blog ini. Ya, tentunya tentang hidup dan hidup aku adalah subjek yang paling aku ketahui dan pasti. Tetapi, bercerita tentang aku adalah beban yang begitu berat di hati, lidah dan fikir. Kalau bukan kerana teman-teman satu tika dulu, aku takkan punya sebuah blog sebegini. Dan kalau bukan kerana ingin menjaga silaturrahim dan menghargai begitu banyak pemberian-Nya, aku lebih gemar tak bernama dan menulis apa saja topik.

Aku belum bisa menjadi inspirasi.

Pun begitu, aku akui membaca karya teman-teman tentang hidup kalian sangat banyak membantu diri. Kalaupun aku tidak mendapatkan ilmu dari itu semua, selalu saja bingkisan anda menghiburkan hati. Cuma, aku masih ingin jauh dari membaca dan menulis sebuah blog ala ‘tabloid’ penuh kisah terlalu peribadi mahupun gosip. Maaf, tapi aku ‘geli’ dan sedikit ‘tak reti’ nak menghayati cerita-cerita sebegini.

Oh…ke mana arah tujuku menulis begini? Mungkin sekadar menguji pena bahasa ibunda di genggamanku, masih tajamkah atau lumpuh tumpul sudah? Aku, senyum sendiri :).

Teman-teman, jangan marah kalau aku tak menghebahkan hidup dan kegiatanku sehari-hari. Jangan marah kalau anda tak mengetahui yang aku hamil walaupun baru saja menemui aku di alam realiti. Dan usahlah berharap akan ada entri demi entri tentang aku yang lebih dari yang selalu anda dapati. AKu lebih senang begini. Bukan…Bukan aku tak percaya atau tak ingin berkongsi. Tapi dunia ini terlalu luas untuk aku binakan sempadan dan dinding-dinding pada setiap penjuru yang mungkin memusuhi. Terbaik, aku hanya boleh menulis sekadar yang perlu dan mungkin bermanfaat untuk diketahui. Aku tak mahu membazirkan masa kalian dengan kegiatan yang tak bererti, pembacaan yang tak bernilai dan tak memberi apa-apa makna pada diri. Aku tak mahu sekadar melambakkan pandangan sedangkan ada yang lebih berhak untuk anda ketahui, fahami dan imani. Aku juga tak ingin menjadi hamba blog, menyumbat isi dengan niat sekadar rutin. Tapi jangan salah faham, istiqamah itu tentu tetap penting.

Cuma inilah aku. Yang sedikit, kerdil dan kurang penting. Yang cuba memainkan setiap peranan diri demi menemukan pandangan redha-Nya yang kuharap pasti.

Terima kasih daun keladi untuk semua yang membaca entri ini. Blog ini belum ditutup, sekadar dikemaskini dengan entri ‘pandu uji’ ;).

demimu Sakinah…

khaleel el-wafy 4 Comments

Aku tidak mencarimu.
Jauh sekali cuba menemukanmu pada tiap penjuru
alam yang mengelilingiku.
Malah menantikan hadirmu
adalah pasrah pada mafhum yang salah.

Sakinah,
aku hanya ingin mencicip nikmatmu
dalam restu Dia yang mengenalkan
dunia tentang jiwa dan rasa.
Tak perlu ke sana, sini dan situ
cuma setulus iman taqwa
menghidup radar kalbu
demi mengesan cinta-Nya pada kewujudanmu.

Kalbu yang berbolak balik itu
perlu diam, lurus dan patuh
sebelum engkau redha menerima
jiwa yang sering resah dan gundah ini
menjadi teman hidup.

khaleel  el-wafy
0204 am 251208, lot7

sakinah : ketenangan

A note for my sweet little joy

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Don’t be sad little darling,
this is just the way the world is;
bright sunny days will always have
a dark ending.
I know you hate seeing ‘adik’ sleep
and having to need to sleep yourself is boring
but nightime is just one of the things
to help you rest and energize
just like eating fruits and vegetables
and doing the running exercise.

Don’t be angry little child,
if you can’t finish building
towers with your blocks,
or winning the games you love,
tomorrow will come InshaAllah
for you to continue learning and trying.

Don’t be frustrated little angel,
if you trip or fall as you run,
and don’t worry if after many times
your towers can’t properly stand,
or if you can’t seem to get it right
all the times you tried to draw
an Ultraman.

I know it’s hard my little darling,
but there’ll always be a helping hand
and life is always about learning,
so try your best to enjoy
your wonderful efforts rather than just cry.

I know sometimes it’s confusing
to want but not able to do or have
for there are boundaries and limits
to even the finest body and mind.

This is how life is little sweetheart,
and may one day you’ll find
the wisdom and courage
to accept and understand His Might.

Love,
Ummi a.k.a k-e-w
Furze, May 16, 2008 156am

p/s: Especially to Mama and Loy, and to all other teachers, educators including those busy Moms and Dads who pay great attention to their children’s growth and care, those who might accidentally stumble upon this blog or read it everyday, Happy Teachers Day! Once a teacher, will always be one :)

Sleepless…yet ain’t a sleepy heart

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Dare you say goodnight
when the angels
have just begun the fight.

I know you’re sleepy and tired,
but youth and childhood
aren’t here to stay forever.

Lets take out the balloons
and blow loads to play all day,
all night…
if that’s what it takes
to ease and reduce the plight.

I know it’s not easy,
but one day you’ll wish
they’ll never grow up
and please just be babies every day.

Why are you so grumpy?
When God is Gracious
and always aware,
counting all the days
each and every second
you’re struggling to stay
awake…and loving
to those little people
wanting and waiting
for your care!

I’m trying angels…
and I love you anyways…

Sleepless Momma down south
a.k.a k-e-w
0748am , Apr 23rd, 2008

Stones in his hands

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Stones in his hands,
a soul determined.
The pride of his generation
the legacy of his land.

Stones in his hands,
handy to be thrown
a hopeful struggle of a people,
of a nation; relentlessly fighting for existence.

 

Stones in his hands,
a symbol of faith materialised
though seemingly absurd, hardly apprehend.
The Greatness of God laid bare under the sun
yet doubting hearts shall never perceive,
always unable to accept His wills and signs.

 

Stones in his hands,
‘God is Great’ is his endless chant.
To the armed military,
heavily armoured with shields and tanks
he threw his stones,
without feeling afraid, never wanting to run.
Chanting ‘God is Great’,
he faces terror with only stones in his hands
the hope of his people,
the right of his believing kind.

 

As God is Great,
so why should he be afraid
of those little ignorant men,
shouldn’t God of the heavens and the earth
be greater than them all?

 

Stones in his hands,
thrown not only to survive
but a genesis to hundreds of his like;
the proven warriors of this chosen land.
Stones in his hands,
and God is Great is his chant.

 

khaleel el-wafy
Dec 25/Dhulhijjah 16, 1428 0902am, S’oton.

I’ve been delaying this post for a specific purpose. Read the rest…

Butterflies in my stomach…

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It’s the blessed Day of ‘Arafah in Southampton. My eldest sister in Malaysia has just gone to hospital awaiting for delivery of her first child. My brother in Vancouver has just dropped me a line asking about tracking a parcel he has been anxiously waiting. And my husband is currently in a meeting for his transfer viva. The amount of nervousness and anxiety I have now … only God knows!

Butterflies in my stomach, this anxious feeling is holding me back.

I hope this time will quickly pass.

I wish the clock won’t just tick; can’t it just make the hour round complete?

Oh Lord, let this anxiety flee in exchange of Your kindest certainty.

I wish, I pray, things will be OK

as never would You burden one with more than he could bear.

My cold fingers put together; holding on to You

praying for a warm shining star lighting this dark freezing real-life drama.

Oh Allah, don’t leave me to myself I shall go astray

Oh Allah, don’t leave me to myself I shall fade away…

khaleel el-wafy, 18th Dec 2005 @2:51pm

If the shoe fits

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Out of place, still. Though time passes and changes took place.

It still rains once in a while, but no worries for there’s an umbrella in the house.

Those sleepless nights seemed to have no ending

yet they are filled with love; fulfilling and honouring responsibilities.

There are still miles, and miles away to walk

and sometimes there might be a need to run along

with great care not to stumble, and not to trip.

But the shoe fits perfectly now, nicely keeping the sole

warm and comfortable to play it’s role.

khaleel el-wafy

1628pm 3rd Nov 2007, Furzedown Rd.

a poem

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Ramadhan is heading to an end and this is the best part of it. I’m supposed to be thrilled with excitement as the race is on but …

I don’t like to finish it negatively … and I pray that everyone will have enough energy and spirit to enjoy every last bit of Ramadhan to gain what you wish from it. Life’s too short to be sighing about things too little especially when you’re blessed with something too big like Ramadan, right?! Here’s a poem (in Malay though), written few months back for me, myself and everyone to ponder upon. Oh ALlah, don’t leave me to myself, I shall go astray. Oh ALlah, don’t leave me to myself, I shall fade away …

:: Nota buat muharrik ::

Yang tuntas mengguyur
bebunga hati
adalah air hangat
dari kolam mata nan redup.
Meladeni tribulasi,
jalannya ribu-ribu duri
meranjau, sesekali mencacat ritma muharrik.

Dunia kepingin emansipasi.
Tuntutan atas nama hak,
jagoan sentimen alami?
Yang merimbun jiwa ummah
adalah keliru, jahil
dan nafsu yang lengeng dari
hijab taqwa mempamer ‘aib
hurungan rengit-rengit ajaib.

Ajaib!
Sebusuk-busuk baunya
tak terhidu rongga nan capik.
Santai,
tak ada yang mengadu meski dilingkung jelek.
Hanya ada jerit muharrik terlandai
yang ingin bingkas lepas dan lari,
kembali menjunjung titah rabbani.

Usah gusar hai muharrik!
Jalan saja penuh ‘izzah memulau polemik.
Rengit-rengit ajaib itu
tidurkan di celah dua tanganmu.

khaleel el-wafy
030607, fd

The anthology

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anthology cover

Friends and Readers,

Me and a group of friends from GKLN (http://gkln.blogspot.com) has just produced an anthology titled Wilayah Cinta (in Bahasa Malaysia), published by esastera.com. The anthology presents the work of 15 Malaysian students (except me) which are currently studying abroad - in the UK, Ireland, Australia, Egypt etc. - with poetry as a medium and genre, and Islam and Muslims being the main theme.

This is the second anthology (poetry) by GKLN after Al-Andalus Menangis, and sincerely we’re no professionals in writing and publishing (well, not all of us, I’d say some might be ;)) but this anthology manifests the journey of a group of people struggling to learn and experience the art of Islamic poetry, to be shared with others.

To those interested in having a copy, please contact my dearest sister Nurul Alia Zulkifli at 012-2986744. You can have it posted to your doorstep by banking in RM13 (for a copy, free postage - compliments from me :)) to Alia’s Muamalat Bank account : 1205-0035408- 72-8 and don’t forget to notify my sister when you do so okay?). I’d be pleased to give discounts for anybody interested in more than one copy. For your information, this anthology is currently available for purchase within Malaysia only. Find out more from http://gkln.blogspot.com.

I’m just another makcik

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I know, I know … you won’t be able to understand nor enjoy this note unless you could understand Malay/Bahasa Malaysia. But I have no intention to make a translation for it shall spoil the purpose and fun of it! Anyway, ‘makcik’ literally means aunt which is also used widely to address an elderly woman in Malaysia …

Now I’m just like any other makcik
with two hands full of beg plastik.
The weight I usually carry
will almost impossible to help me lari
if there’s any emergency
though wholeheartedly I’ll protect the isi.

I’m just another makcik
though I could spend hours dressing up
it’ll simply take a second to make me ugly
just try a mouthful sneeze
or a spoonful spilt curry
these cute little monsters just can’t help
protecting me from being too pretty.

I’m just another makcik
hands full caring for two budak kecik
sometimes turning into a manic
when these kids innocently
buat dunia tunggang terbalik
but being another makcik is worth the panic
when those happy little laughters and smiles
turn on the lights of worldly bliss.

After all,
being a makcik entitles you to happiness
more than what you can imagine
beyond… your wildest dreams!

ummi a.k.a kew,
2007, fd

If you’re a mom like me, to angels-cum-monsters like my little darlings, you might have the same feelings at times ;).

p/s: Please pray for us at home … we’re terribly sick, looks like it’s hayfever but going to the GP this evening to know for sure. My poor little fellas, allahuyashfeekum!

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