The minute we said "I dont care!", history repeats

Most people fall into made believe that history taught us to not to repeat the same mistake done in the past. History was written by human. Human have flaw. One of the biggest human flaw is that most of the time we tend to be bias in presenting facts. Ethnocentrism is one of the main factor that creates the bias over the other cultures, people and so on. When facts and figures are documented on the purpose of manipulating the system, belief, culture and to create prejudice, history then will repeat.

God has given each and everyone the most precious gift called 'aql' (mind) to find the truth that lies in human civilization, to analyze the facts given and to perfect it not only that will benefit certain group of individuals but to the entire human race. The worst kind of human being is those who rather sit and watch the world moving as it is, and moving along without questioning the right and wrong simply because they are told that right can be wrong and the wrong can be right or even.. it falls under grey area. They said, "You should be thankful for what we have given you, stop questioning or you'll be seen as the ungrateful child to the society!". They even said, " I am the captain of the industry and you are the slave. Do as what you are told, you'll get the reward at the end of the day!". Dont you dare thinking that feudalism is over, my dear friend. It is not. It happens without you knowing it.

Its time to open up our horizon simply because ignorance is stupidity.. not a bliss.

What is your art?

A wise man said, life is an imitation of art. Some others prefers to see that life itself is an art. I agree. I see life as painting. Body is a canvas. The canvas that we paint the art of our lives. It doesnt matter how we paint it, we know no one leaves the canvas blank. Who we are is hardly defined by the colors we used. The art itself does not depend solely on colors. But the brush does play the role. Soul is the brush, the mechanism that controls the colors as we go through the journey creating our art.

Art is however subjective in definition. Every single things, ideas and emotions have their own art and we are not subjected to look at it in one direction. To feel the presence of ourselves is to get in touch with our being every second and to find the art hidden. The art of freedom to Coelho (the writer) is not the absence of commitments but lies in the choices of task that he made. Freedom to me is when we finally understand and ready to set free ourselves from defining things as what they are and who we are. We are everything that the universe has to offer.

It is hard to search the right answer of who we are. No one knows not even ourselves. But if we know what art we're carrying, the knowledge of the universe will certainly helps us to get to know our soul and the souls of the others. It'll guide us in making decisions, shaping our perceptions, and balancing between rational and emotion.

Officially 27 and loving every bit of it!

Alhamdullilah, at the time of writing this, i'm still alive and kickin'! Yes, I am officially 27 years old. A wise once said, "Youth is happy because it has the ability to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old". Indeed. I am grateful to be able to see and feel the most precious gift given by God, the beauty of life. If it had written there that I'll be gone in the next second, the next minute or hours..years.. you should know and let the others know that I have lived my life perfectly.

p/s: Thank you God, Thank you everyone...

A letter to you (hoping that you read it because I really want you to)

Dear Happiness..

I'm glad that I've opened up myself in knowing you. How are you? I'm doin' extremely good in here. Its all because of you. It took me a while to gain the trust in you, in knowing for what you really are, walking down the lane slowly, trying to understand you deeply. Its all worth it. Oh, did I mentioned, i'm doing really good in here? Oh yeah, I did.

I'm sorry for not be able to thank you earlier. I've been busy lately, trying to fill up each moment with good things around. The truth is, it isnt really that hard. In a way you've shown me that the good friend of yours, joy, exists in almost everything and everyone around me. I dont have to look further. The only thing I need is the sense of gratitude from the moment I wake up till the moment I go to bed. I began to realize that being thankful for what God has given me, no matter how small those gift the others might think of it, it makes everything fall into place. It may not be the case of everything I planned work smoothly, but at least it is still on the track. Thank you Happiness.

They may said that I am what I am now is all because I'm in love. True and there is nothing wrong with it. I'm in love with love. Hey, isnt Love your old friend too? I've learn so much from Love. The most valuable lesson Love taught me is to feel the feeling, not to understand the meaning of it or trying to make sense out of theories made by anyone. Love has no boundaries in the sense of time and space. Love the past, the present and the future moment because only by then there will be the connection between the existence of the body and the soul. Live with no regrets, hate not for who you were in the past. Love said, i will find happiness once I understand the whole meaning of love. I did, didnt I? I've finally understood you. Few months back, I met someone and fell in love with him. We promised nothing but to make each other happy. Up till today, we still keep our words on it. Isnt it great? He knows you too, I guess. Do you? hmmm...

I guess that's all i could write to you for now. Hope i could write more sometimes in the future. Till then...

Love,
Izwa

The Unspoken Words of Love

LOVE is fitrah. A nature. No matter how much we tried to pull ourselves from it, just like a strong magnet it holds us back. Is it because God granted every each of His creations with hearts that we are bound to have it or is it because since we are the creations of Him that He puts part of His traits in us? Is love lies in the heart.. the heart that beats? What if it stops beating? Where the love goes? Does it change its form, then? I guess love doesnt come in specific shape, placed in specific spot. Love is like soul. Perhaps, love is one of the element in the soul. The soul never dies so does love.

A wise man told, love thyself before loving others. We humans are bunch of ignorance. We also like to take for granted for the things we presume we know. Take a time, feel the love within us, the love for ourselves and the love connection with the Universe. Love will take us to a whole new level, love is no longer a tangible thing that needs to be justified. Feel the feeling because no matter where the journey takes us, we know we have love surrounds to keep us warm and comfort us. Learn the essence of love before knowing what it takes to love the self..or the others.

The language of love, beyond holding hands, three words "I Love You", a song to be sing, it is a chemistry that not only flows within two souls but thru the entire waves in the universe. Hence when love strucks, everything seems to fall into places. Live each moment of it. Love condemns promises. Make no promise to another because love has no contracts, rules and no one is bind to the boundless emotion. Sell not the soul. embrace while we're at it and celebrate the precious gift of the heart.

Love the love..

The Art of Losing

Losing is hard and painful. But losing is not always a bad thing. It is a call. A call that tells us to look upon things and people we have and to realize that they are as much important as ourselves regardless it is in the past,the present or the future moment. It is also a sign of not taking for granted the existence of the things and people we have around us.

A place Called Here by Cecilia Ahern according to my sister is a beautiful story about a land where things and people we've lost are well-kept and living their lives. Ever wonder why we kept on losing one of our socks, each time? They are in this fantasy land where they belong in the first place. More than just bringing us to the imaginary world, the story tells us that sometimes we forgot that losing takes beyond the meaning of disconnecting ourselves from other things or other people. It is the act of letting go simply because they deserve to be in the place that they are destined to be.

People tend to lose things everyday in life. It is not because we are not meant to have it or that of a bad luck. Sometimes without realizing we often wish of having something more than what we have at the present moment. The Universe works its magic. In getting what we wish for, something else has to go. Mom lost her phone twice, the same brand and she then decided to get a different one. She loves it regardless how much we hated it. A dear friend lost his car back years go and he finally gets to drive the car he always wanted. Though it is nowhere near his dream car he is glad that he finally own a better one than he had previously.

Nature tells us that life is a cycle. Youth is the best moment for everyone. Those who are afraid of losing this phase shall not live. Losing youth is not a sign of that death is one step ahead. It broadens our definition about living the life. A moment is as important as the other. The feeling of losing youth happen to those who couldnt find the meaning of happiness in each moment they live, each things they do and all the people they meet. Losing is a moment when they miss the second chance given.

Losing someone dearly is tragic enough but losing the faith in God for what has been written is worse. It doesnt matter whether it was a mistake made by the hospital, a conspiracy of the others or taken by someone who decided to play the role of a Creator, its all just a storyline to get to the final end of the chapter in their lives. We who live shall alway keep the faith in Him until our story is fully written.

The brother i knew

Life and death is part of the game in our lives. I constantly remind myself that i shouldn't dwell myself too much in the death denying culture, death is scary. No it is not. Befriend with death, that's whut i told. Setiap yang hidup pasti akan mati, kematian itu benar..thats whut i heard in talqin at every funeral i attend. But to swallow the fact is another thing. Its bitter, its painful and it certainly moves u to a different phase for certain period of time. But someone dearly used to say, the mystery of love is greater than the mystery of death. But, death becomes him..

Perhaps its true. The mystery of love is much more greater than anything else in this world. He was the epitome of all the beautiful things on earth with so much love and passion for everyone and in everything he did. The brother that i knew never complains of any of his bad condition. Everytime we were in the hospital he kept being positive and kept convincing us things are going to be fine. And that when things are good, we would the whole family go for a vacation. He made us believe in it. We believed it even at the last moment before he was put on anesthetic. His last word was 'dun worry, things are going to be okay' before saying the kalimah syahada..

His strength, his positive mind, his passion, his strong faith in Allah and his love, are his great legacy. Al Fatihah dear bro Syed Ahmad Nawal.. we'll miss u so much.