Thursday, 31 December 2009
Sunday, 29 November 2009
Hari Tidak Berbelanja Antarabangsa ke-3
Sambutan Tahun ke-3
Hari Tidak Berbelanja Antarabangsa
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Friday, 27 November 2009
Eid-l-Adha Al-Mubarak
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Thursday, 26 November 2009
Bersatunya dua hati: Abid & Baizura
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Qurban & Taqwa
"Dan ceritakanlah wahai muhammad, yang sebenarnya kepada mereka tentang kisah kedua anak lelaki Adam, ketika kedua-duanya mempersembahkan qurban masing-masing, maka (qurban) salah seorang dari mereka berdua (Habil) diterima dan dari yang lain (Qabil) tidak diterima. Dia (Qabil) berkata, "Sungguh, aku pasti membunuhmu!" Dia (Habil) berkata:"Sesungguhnya Allah hanya menerima (amal) dari orang yang bertakwa."
(Al-Ma'idah:27)
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Friday, 13 November 2009
The Raven
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore —
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door —
Only this and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore —
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore —
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
"'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door —
Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door; —
This it is and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door; ——
Darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" —
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore —
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
'Tis the wind and nothing more!"
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door —
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door —
Perched, and sat, and nothing more. [column 5:]
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore —
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door —
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."
But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered — not a feather then he fluttered —
Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other friends have flown before —
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said "Nevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful
Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore —
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never — nevermore'."
But the Raven still beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore —
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite — respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil! —
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted —
On this home by Horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore —
Is there — is there balm in Gilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! — prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us — by that God we both adore —
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore —
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting —
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! — quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted — nevermore!
Edgar Allan Poe
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Friday, 6 November 2009
Et tu, Brute?
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Thursday, 5 November 2009
About creativity
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Sunday, 1 November 2009
Bekerja dan Menghasilkan
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Thursday, 29 October 2009
Lagu Dunia Ketiga
Aku bertanya Ke mana cinta?
Dari suara geram dan hina
Aku berkata bukalah mata
dunia ketiga dunia sengsara
dunia ketiga dunia derita
dunia ketiga dunia gelita
dunia ketiga dunia celaka
Afrika lara Palestin duka
Iraq nestapa Bakun terdera
Kabul dicabul Takbai ditibai
Mindanoa kecai Kashmir bersepai
dunia ketiga dunia sengsara
dunia ketiga dunia derita
dunia ketiga dunia gelita
dunia ketiga dunia celaka
dunia ketiga banyak diktator
tangkap penjara negara lebur
mahathir lumpur mugabe dengkur
polpot menghancur suharto kotor
dunia ketiga dunia sengsara
dunia ketiga dunia derita
dunia ketiga dunia gelita
dunia ketiga dunia celaka
Mesin membaham modal menikam
Jentera seram kilang mencengkam
Serakah saham tamak merejam
Enjin menerkam buruh terpadam
dunia ketiga dunia sengsara
dunia ketiga dunia derita
dunia ketiga dunia gelita
dunia ketiga dunia celaka
pohon ditebang sungai dibuang
bukit ditarah tanah dijajah
peluh diperah tubuh dilapah
duit disembah bankrup meratah
dunia ketiga dunia sengsara
dunia ketiga dunia derita
dunia ketiga dunia gelita
dunia ketiga dunia celaka
gaya dan nilai iklan mengilai
tivi serabai mcdonald bangkai
politik cibai miskin menggapai
hina berangkai bebal mengitai
dunia ketiga dunia sengsara
dunia ketiga dunia derita
dunia ketiga dunia gelita
dunia ketiga dunia celaka
kotor dan cemar keruh menggegar
belot membolot khianat ugut
dengki mencarut haloba reput
tamak merusuh busuk meruntuh
dunia ketiga dunia sengsara
dunia ketiga dunia derita
dunia ketiga dunia gelita
dunia ketiga dunia celaka
maju membeli pengguna tuli
menjual diri peniaga judi
kereta mabuk harta disogok
jiwa berhabuk sakit berkepuk
dunia ketiga dunia sengsara
dunia ketiga dunia derita
dunia ketiga dunia gelita
dunia ketiga dunia celaka
bom membakar senjata lapar
tentra mencakar nyawa terkapar
terbakar sabar rasa tercabar
kasih yang hambar sayang tercalar
dunia ketiga dunia sengsara
dunia ketiga dunia derita
dunia ketiga dunia gelita
dunia ketiga dunia celaka
pantas segera cepat bekerja
bersihkan semua rancangan kota
ke belantara di hutan dara
simenkan semua konkritkan nyawa!
Rahmat Haron
Mac – 3.33ptg 18 april 2006 bilik black, bu, ke el
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Thursday, 15 October 2009
Convo LL.B@IIUM-10 Oktober 2009




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Wednesday, 7 October 2009
Inspiring Words III: War
Read More..Perang hanyalah jalan pintas golongan pengecut dari ketidakmampuan mengatasi persoalan kedamaianThomas Mann, sasterawan Jerman
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Saturday, 19 September 2009
Ini kota marhaen
Kota kotor dan hina
Mengalir hanyir
Dari dalam jiwa.
Biar berantakan semuanya
Biar pecah, biar luluh
Biar pedih, biar punah
Biar jahanam semuanya
Biar bangkit mayat-mayat
Biar kubur-kubur digalikan.
Kerana
ini bukan dunia borjuis, sang penguasa
bukan kota alunan nyanyian merdu
bukan hamparan permaidani merah
kerana
ini kota marhaen
zahirnya gah, batinnya musnah.
Hadi Mahdi Muhtadi
29 November 2008
Puduraya
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Friday, 4 September 2009
International Hijab Solidarity Day 2009
Celebration of the International Hijab Solidarity Day
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Wednesday, 2 September 2009
Bila Imam Ghazali bertanya VI
Soalan keenam
Imam Ghazali : Apa yang paling tajam sekali didunia ini ?
Murid- Murid dengan serentak menjawab : Pedang
Imam Ghazali : Itu benar, tapi yang paling tajam sekali didunia ini adalah LIDAH MANUSIA . Kerana melalui lidah, manusia dengan mudahnya menyakiti hati dan melukai perasaan saudaranya sendiri
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