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"One friend in a lifetime is much; two are many; three are hardly possible."

*wink* juz give a deep thinking... life isnt it great??!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>asma'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01497657371471961963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/SDzZQveieUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mXql0O96pqE/S220/NL22IiDBSni_Nq-YWWiiww.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422427.post-8482756871469679839</id><published>2009-01-26T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T16:35:55.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save Gaza!!</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7K9SIY1Xia8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-8482756871469679839?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/8482756871469679839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422427&amp;postID=8482756871469679839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/8482756871469679839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/8482756871469679839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/2009/01/save-gaza.html' title='Save Gaza!!'/><author><name>asma'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01497657371471961963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/SDzZQveieUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mXql0O96pqE/S220/NL22IiDBSni_Nq-YWWiiww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422427.post-7133961870042766223</id><published>2008-12-30T09:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T09:27:09.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;wow... or shud i say huh. wateva. just dat so many things happen this past few months. its not a life if there's nothing to be done rite? enuf of that nonsense. as new coming muharram (oh no, its olredi muharram) i do also have my few virtue of ambition need to be gain. first n foremost, i do hope that i can finish my master by end of this may n then r.i.p but for few weeks only ;p. 2) polish-polish-polish my face. look how i used it triple to emphasize that my face really needs it. its been a long time since my last facial treatment. even my cat do it regularly. 3) re-sume back my hafalan. uhuhu... when was my last time? huh... my bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the most indeed that i wanna do is to CONTRIBUTE something to Islam and my nation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enuf of this babbling, continue back to work. welcome back to school my bro n sis. n to uni student, warmth welcoming too. do study smart n show how committed Islam students are. how passionate are we in digging al-ilm. "tuntutlah ilmu sehingga ke negeri china".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ur sis =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-7133961870042766223?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/7133961870042766223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422427&amp;postID=7133961870042766223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/7133961870042766223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/7133961870042766223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/2008/12/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>asma'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01497657371471961963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/SDzZQveieUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mXql0O96pqE/S220/NL22IiDBSni_Nq-YWWiiww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422427.post-3997090875119207097</id><published>2008-08-29T13:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T13:26:12.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Selamat berpuasa!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i got this mfrom someone blog but unfortunately i lost the url. but credit to author kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Berhati-hati jika membeli buah kurma dari Jordan….buah kurma madu yang bercetak jenama “Jordan River” itu sebenarnya bukan dari Jordan tetapi dihasilkan dari negara Israel..dan diimpot serta dikotakkan di Singapura tetapi diedarkan di Malaysia.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cOkhP75Ap8w/SKRkqPoaIzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/zU__QG0MJBg/s320/kur.jpg" title="kurma" alt="kurma" width="330" height="88" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cOkhP75Ap8w/SKRkqRVbw3I/AAAAAAAAABY/ycShCnvz9R4/s320/KURMA.jpg" title="kurma" alt="kurma" width="334" height="199" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ia ditanam di satu kawasan luas di bahagian timur Isreal yang bersempadan dengan negara Palestin. Ia dimiliki oleh seorang Yahudi yang kaya…dan ramai pekerja-pekerjanya berbangsa Yahudi dan hasil penjualan kurma itu digunakan untuk tabung orang-orang Yahudi dalam memperkukuhkan bangsa mereka dari segi ekonomi dan ketenteraan.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cOkhP75Ap8w/SKRkqiuaagI/AAAAAAAAABg/sBpVZIX5LNY/s320/produk.gif" title="boikot" alt="boikot" width="145" align="left" height="71" /&gt; Pendedahan ini dibuat oleh akhbar Berita Harian Singapura tetapi tidak disiarkan di Malaysia. Para Muslimin sekalian diharap jangan membeli kurma jenis ini… kasihanlah terhadap rakyat Palestin yang hari-hari ditindas dan dibunuh kejam oleh rejim Yahudi laknatullah ini. Perangi Yahudi dalam apa cara sekalipun, walaupun dari segi ekonominya!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ana harap antum sebarkan info ini untuk kebaikan saudara-saudara kita seluruh dunia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-3997090875119207097?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/3997090875119207097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422427&amp;postID=3997090875119207097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/3997090875119207097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/3997090875119207097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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one...i tried to write as much as i wanna do in this blog but my hands keep triggering me in doing conventional method, which is d.i.a.r.y...huahua. but still, neither of them did i do. its just i dont have the mood in doing it. theres kinda lot things happen in dis year, in dis country, in my life, in dis and the list goes on..im really not good in interpreting the global economic world today especially in my own world but at least i knew what's happening. i thought i wanna have this blog as my own diary which means privacy but i already exposed to some of my colleagues..now its privacy-free !! neway, ive a created new blog 4 my own place to spill-out all the events in my life especially which is secret to me..ahaks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-6952083011817335446?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/SDzZQveieUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mXql0O96pqE/S220/NL22IiDBSni_Nq-YWWiiww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422427.post-8569384423636771552</id><published>2008-05-20T15:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T15:06:54.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crying in the rain</title><content type='html'>it really hits my nerve!!&lt;br /&gt;1- am i d one who only feels it??&lt;br /&gt;2- procrastinate-me-cudnt-torelate!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-8569384423636771552?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/8569384423636771552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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faham Islam tapi kata faham islam. itu yang payah. kalau yang faham islam kata tak faham islam plak. kata ilmu masih kurang la. bile ilmu kurang, kite kene blaja lagi la. itu nasihat untuk aku sendiri gak. aku slalu kata ilmu kurang dan tak banyak. tapi aku tak pernah nak gie menuntut ilmu. kurang sangat ilmu. rasa kesian kat diri sendiri. last2 sehingga kita melantik pemimpin di kalangan org yang jahil untuk memimpin kita. dalam satu hadith di mana aku blaja mase ting 5, banyak2 hadith ni yang aku paling ingat. aku pun tatau nape. mungkin ade kene mengena ngan ilmu kot. bunyi nie gini, Allah tidak akan menarik ilmu dari seseorang tapi Allah akan mematikan org2 yang berilmu itu sehingga kamu melantik org yang jahil di kalangan kamu. lalu kamu mengikut apa yang disampaikannya. kita dah sampai ke tahap tu ke? ntah. aku tatau. org2 yang berilmu ni pun dah kurang. ramai gak yang meninggal. dah ar. nak stop. malas. aku pelik. nape aku blogging jer. pelik bin super-super pelik ajaib. dah nak stop. lepas ni dah tak nak update. nak hibernate. hibernate. dan hibernate sehingga jadi betul2 plump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-7265846298600358787?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/7265846298600358787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422427&amp;postID=7265846298600358787&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/7265846298600358787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/7265846298600358787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/2007/06/banjir.html' title='banjir'/><author><name>asma'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01497657371471961963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/SDzZQveieUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mXql0O96pqE/S220/NL22IiDBSni_Nq-YWWiiww.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/Rm1V5AzxoZI/AAAAAAAAACc/_RY2zBXd3bY/s72-c/337889053l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422427.post-7097559352346802205</id><published>2007-06-10T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T23:30:26.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pening</title><content type='html'>Pelik. Hairan. mengapa sampai begitu sekalikah? aku hairan ngn &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salman_Rushdie"&gt;Salman Rushdie&lt;/a&gt; nie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-7097559352346802205?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/7097559352346802205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422427&amp;postID=7097559352346802205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/7097559352346802205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/7097559352346802205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/2007/06/pening.html' title='Pening'/><author><name>asma'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01497657371471961963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/SDzZQveieUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mXql0O96pqE/S220/NL22IiDBSni_Nq-YWWiiww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422427.post-7092821686067043896</id><published>2007-06-10T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T23:25:18.489+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aku paling suke'/><title type='text'>Gary Miller</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Basis of Muslim Belief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;By Gary Miller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Gary Miller, the author&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary Miller (Abdul-Ahad Omar) shows how we can establish true faithby setting standards of truth. He illustrates a simple but effective method of finding out the right direction in our search for truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G.R.. Miller is a mathematician and a theologian. He was active inChristian missionary work at a particular point of his life but he soonbegan to discover many inconsistencies in the Bible. In 1978, hehappened to read the Qur'an expecting that it, too, would contain amixture of truth and falsehood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table bg="" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" cols="1" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;He discovered to his amazement that the message of the Qur'an was precisely the same as the essence of truth that he had distilled from the Bible. He became a Muslim and since then has been active in giving public presentations on Islam including radio and television appearances. He is also the author of several articles and publications about Islam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.themodernreligion.com/essays_Gary_Miller.htm#top"&gt;top&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="reason"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" bg="" cols="1" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Dilemma of Applying Reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Almost all of us have been faced with the questioning of a child by repeating one word over and over. He can be very frustrating to us as he asks, "WHY?" If you put a knife beyond his reach, he wants to know "WHY?" When you explain it is sharp, he asks "WHY?" And so you explain, "in order to cut fruit," and he asks, "WHY?" And so it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It illustrates the dilemma of applying reason. What we have to do when we apply reason is first set standards of proof. We decide for ourselves, "What will I be satisfied with if I find such and such and so and so that constitutes for me a final proof?" We have to decide on that first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What happens though, is that on the really important issues, the philosophical matters, thinkers set standards of proof and they take a look at their subjects and eventually they may arrive at their standards. They may arrive at the point which say would constitute a proof. But then they ask for a proof of the proof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.themodernreligion.com/essays_Gary_Miller.htm#top"&gt;top&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a name="standards"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" bg="" cols="1" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Setting Standards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The key to avoiding this endless dissatisfaction is to satisfy ourselves about the standards first; to satisfy ourselves that such and such are a list of criteria that constitute proof, satisfying proof, and then we test the subjects that we examine. In particular I will apply this to the Qur'an.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Ask a thoughtful Christian why he is a Christian, and he will usually reply, "The miracle of the Resurrection." The basis for his belief being that about two thousand years ago a man died and he was raised from the dead. That is his miracle, his 'touchstone', because all else depends on that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Ask a Muslim, "Well, what is your miracle? Why are you a Muslim? What is your miracle? Why are you a Muslim? Where is your miracle?" and the Muslim can go over and take his miracle off the shelf and hand it to you because his miracle is still with us today. It is the Qur'an; it is his 'touchstone'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.themodernreligion.com/essays_Gary_Miller.htm#top"&gt;top&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a name="signofgod"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" bg="" cols="1" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Sign of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;While all the Prophets have their signs, Moses had the competition with the magicians and the Pharaoh, Jesus healed the sick and raised the dead and so on, one Sign was given to the last of the prophets. According to the Muslims, this is the Qur'an. And this one Sign is still with us. Does not that after all seem fair, that if prophethood is to end that the last prophet should bring something that stays with us so that, in fact, a Muslim who takes his religion seriously suffers no disadvantage to Muslims who lived fourteen centuries ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Those people who kept company with the Prophet had access to no more of the necessary information than we have today. They had the Qur'an. That was the sign for them. It is still a sign to us today, the same miracle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Well, let us test the Qur'an. Suppose that if I say to a man, "I know your father." Probably he is going to examine the situation and see if it seems likely that I have met his father. If he is not convinced, he will start asking me questions like: "You know my father, you say, is he a tall man? Does he have curly hair? Does he wear glasses?," and so on. If I keep giving him the right answers to all these questions, pretty soon he is going to be convinced. "Well, I guess this man did meet my father like he said." You see the method.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.themodernreligion.com/essays_Gary_Miller.htm#top"&gt;top&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a name="bigbang"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" bg="" cols="1" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The Big Bang Theory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Verses in the Qur'an claim that the author of Qur'an was present when the universe first appeared, when life first began billions of years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;We have a right to question this claim. We ask the author, "Well tell us something to prove to us that YOU were there when they world began, life began."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;In reply to our challenge, the Qur'an contains a dumbfounding statement. It reads, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"Have not the disbelievers seen that the Heavens and the Earth were one piece and we parted them? And We made every living thing from water. Will they not then believe?" (21:30)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;(in the Qur'an, 'We' is used not to show plurality, that several Gods exist but rather as a sign of respect)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;There are 3 key points in (21:30). First of all, it is the disbelievers who are mentioned as being those who would discover that the heavens and the earth were one piece and then parted and it is the DISBELIEVERS (non-Muslims) who will DISCOVER that all life came to be made from water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Coincidentally, the universally accepted theory of 'the origin of the universe' is now the BIG BANG THEORY. It maintains that at one time ALL OF HEAVENS AND THE EARTH were one piece, the 'monoblock' as it is called. At a particular point in time, this 'monoblock' burst and it continues to expand. This is the origin of the universe we have today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;This is a recent confirmation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The Nobel Prize in Physics was awarded only a few years ago to those who confirmed the Big Bang Theory origin of the universe. It was only 200 years ago that Leeuwenhoek and others perfected the microscope and discovered for the first time that living cells are composed of 80% water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The above information which was scientifically confirmed only in the last 2 centuries, can be found in the Qur'an which originated 14 centuries ago! Could it then have been written by an ordinary man or can it only be the work of God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The verse above, (21:30) states that disbelievers will scientifically prove the Big Bang Theory and that living cells are made of water -- Those Nobel Prize winners and the Dutchman who invented the microscope were not  muslims. And yet they confirmed the vital statement that at one time, the universe was one piece, that life was made from water, just as verse says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"Have not the disbelievers seen that the Heavens and the Earth were one piece and we parted them? And We made every living thing from water. Will they not then believe?" (21:30)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Does this not prove that the author of the Qur'an, has indeed met the challenge, "Was He there when the universe began, when life began."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.themodernreligion.com/essays_Gary_Miller.htm#top"&gt;top&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a name="stand"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" bg="" cols="1" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Taking a Stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Everyone must be committed to something. You have to put your foot down some place. It is impossible to be neutral at all times. There has been a point of reference in the life of any thinking individual. You have to take a stand somewhere. The question, of course, is to put your foot down in the right place. Since there is no such thing as a proof of a proof and so on, in order to find the right place to put one's foot down, to take a stand, we have to search and find that place and it is by a method that I hope to illustrate here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It is a question of finding a point of convergence. You see, we search for truth in many places and we begin to know that we are succeeding in finding the truth if all our different paths start to converge; they start to come together at the same point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;If we are examining a book, looking for evidence of divine origin, and we are led to Islam, this is one path. If at the same time, we examining the words of all those who were called prophets and we find ourselves led to Islam, we have a firmly grounded basis for belief. We started looking for truth in two different places and found ourselves going down the path headed for the same destination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;No one ever proves all things. We have to stop at some point being satisfied with our standards as I have mentioned earlier. The point is, in order to take a stand and to be sure it is in the right place, we want to examine all the evidence around us and see where does it lead us and anticipate this point of convergence; to say it looks like all things are pointing to this place. We go to that place and then look at the data around us to see if it fits into place. Does it now make sense? Are we standing in the right place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.themodernreligion.com/essays_Gary_Miller.htm#top"&gt;top&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a name="heavens"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" bg="" cols="1" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The Expanding Heavens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Let me first show more of our examination of the Qur'an, and then an examination of some words of prophets to find this point of convergence. In Chapter 51, verse 47, it is mentioned that the heavens are expanding. As I mentioned earlier, this is in connection with the 'Big Bang' origin of the universe, as it is usually called, and it was in 1973 that the Nobel prize was awarded to three men who were confirming that, after all, the universe is expanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The comments of Muslims over the centuries on this verse which speaks of the heavens doing exactly that is very interesting. The wisest among them stated that the words are very clear, that the heavens are expanding, but they could not imagine how that could be so. But they were content to leave the words as they were, to say: "Allah knows best."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.themodernreligion.com/essays_Gary_Miller.htm#top"&gt;top&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="iram"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" bg="" cols="1" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The City of Iram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The Qur'an mentions a city by the name of Iram (89:7). The city of Iram has been unknown to History, so unknown that even Muslim commentators, out of embarrassment or feeling apologetic for their religion, have commented on this mention of the city in the Qur'an as being perhaps figurative, that Iram was possibly a man and not a city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;In 1973, the excavation in Syria at the site of the ancient city of Eblus uncovered the largest collection of cuneiform writings on clay tablets ever assembled. In fact, the library discovered in Eblus contains more clay tablets that are more than four thousand years old than all the other tablets combined from all other sites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Interestingly enough, you will find the details in the National Geographic of 1978 which confirms that in those tablets the city of Iram is mentioned. The people of Eblus used to do business with the people of Iram. So here in 1973, comes confirmation of the fact that, after all, there really was an ancient city by that name, wherever it was. How did it find its way into the Qur'an, we might ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Those Muslims who may have offered their comments, trying to explain away this reference that they were uncomfortable with, were outsmarted by the author of the Qur'an. They were those who would attempt to outsmart the author of the Qur'an. Primarily, their activity would involve trying to produce the evidence that the author of this book had a primitive understanding of the world around us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.themodernreligion.com/essays_Gary_Miller.htm#top"&gt;top&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a name="smallest"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" bg="" cols="1" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The Smallest Matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;For example, there is a word which is translated today usually in Arabic as Zarrah. This is usually translated as 'atom' and it is usually thought of in Arabic as being the smallest item available at one time. Perhaps, the Arabs thought it was an ant or a grain of dust. Today, the word is usually translated as 'atom'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Those who would outsmart the author of the Qur'an have insisted that, well, the atom is not after all the smallest piece of matter because in this century it has been discovered that even the atom is made of still smaller pieces of matter. Is it them possible to outsmart the author who chose to use this word? Well, there is an interesting verse, in chapter 10, verse 61, which speaks of items the size of a zarrah, (atom) or smaller. There is no possibility that on this subject someone is going to say a new discovery has outdated the words of the Qur'an on the issue of the size of matter or the ultimate particles. The verse talks about items the size of a zarrah (atom) or smaller. [hence, it IS written in the Qur'an that an atom IS NOT the smallest particle!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.themodernreligion.com/essays_Gary_Miller.htm#top"&gt;top&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a name="forgiveness"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" bg="" cols="1" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Speaking of outsmarting the author of the Qur'an, the Islamic point of view is that when a man embraces Islam, his past is forgiven from the very beginning. This has been the invitation to Islam: come to Islam and all is forgiven from the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;But consider this. There is only one enemy of Muhammad, peace be upon him, who is mentioned by name in the Qur'an: one Abu Lahab. In a short chapter of this book, he is condemned to punishment for his sins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;As it happens, the man himself was alive for many years after this revelation. He could therefore have finished Islam very easily. He needed only to go to the Muslims to announce his conversion. They had in their hands the revelation which said that this man is doomed to punishment. He could have gone to Muslims and say: "I accept Islam, am I forgiven or not?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;He could have confused them so much as to finish this small movement because he would have been pointing out to them that they were now in confusion. The policy was instant forgiveness of the past, but their own revealed scripture announced that he was not forgiven. As it was, Abu Lahab died without accepting Islam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.themodernreligion.com/essays_Gary_Miller.htm#top"&gt;top&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a name="predictions"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" bg="" cols="1" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Predictions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;In fact, the Qur'an confidently predicted a number of things only a few years before they came to pass. The fall of the Persian Empire, for example, was predicted in spite of the fact that it had just suffered a serious military reverse. The evidence was all to the contrary. But in the chapter entitled Rom, the fall of the Persian Empire who were recently victors over the Romans was predicted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When all the Muslims in the world could meet in one room, the revelations were already discussing their future successes. In confidence, they were planning for the day when they would be in charge of the city where they were forced at that time to hide for their very lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.themodernreligion.com/essays_Gary_Miller.htm#top"&gt;top&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a name="divineorigin"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" bg="" cols="1" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Evidence of Divine Origin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Some people may like to find any number of things in the Qur'an. But an honest method in examining this book, looking for evidence of the Divine origin, is to take things at their value, to look for things that are clear and to look in those places where we are invited to look. Remember the passage that I quoted earlier: "Have not the disbelievers seen..." This a common phrase of the Qur'an: "O Man, Have you not seen." The invitation is to examine the evidence in these places. We are doing the sensible thing if we examine the words used to look for the doubted meaning and to find evidence of the Divine origin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Each one of us is an expert on something. One does not have to have a degree in a particular subject to decide that now, "I can take my expertise to the Qur'an and see what I can find." We all now something for some from our own experience and life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I heard a story, several years ago in Toronto, of man who was given the Qur'an to read. The man was a member of the merchant marines who spent his life on the sea. When he read a verse in the Qur'an describing the wave on the ocean, "waves within waves and the darkness between," he was surprised because the description was just what he knew the situation to be. When he returned the Qur'an to the man who gave it to him to read, he asked him (because he was completely ignorant of the origins of Islam): "This Muhammad, was he a sailor?" Well, of course, he was quite surprised to know that the man spent his life in the desert. So he had to ask himself: "From where did he get this knowledge of what looks like on a stormy sea?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;We all know something that we can be confident of and if we can turn to the Qur'an to read what it says about that subject, we are asking for confirmation of our belief in the Divine origin of the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.themodernreligion.com/essays_Gary_Miller.htm#top"&gt;top&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="two"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" bg="" cols="1" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The Two Phenomena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A friend of mine from the University of Toronto, had the experience of dealing with a man who was doing his doctorate in psychology. He chose as his subject: 'The Efficiency of Group Discussion'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;He suggested a number od criteria as to what constitutes an efficient discussion. He graphed the process; that is, he achieved a measure of efficiency of all groups in their discussions according to an index by his system. On his graph he indicated the progress made by the discussion groups of various sizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The interesting thing that happened which he did not expect to find when he began his project was that, while there were some differences between the size of any given group and how well they did in discussions, he was surprised to find that groups of two were completely off his scale! In other words, when people sit down to discuss something, they were so much more efficient than any other size of group that it went completely off his scale of measurement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When my friend heard about this, something went on at the back of his mind. My friend, being a Muslim, thought there was something familiar here about this idea. The psychology researcher was not a Muslim. He was debating with himself on changing the topic of his thesis. Should he call it 'The Phenomenon of Two' or 'The Two Phenomena? He was SO surprised at his discovery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Meanwhile, my friend found that there is a verse in the Qur'an, and he found it for himself on the same night, which speaks on discussions and the size of groups and how efficient they are. And maybe we should not be surprised to find that it is the groups that are two in numbers that do the best in achieving results. The main verse in the Qur'an reads, concerning discussion groups, that when discussing the Qur'an one should sit alone and reflect on its meaning or discuss it in groups of two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.themodernreligion.com/essays_Gary_Miller.htm#top"&gt;top&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="Use and Mention of Words"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" bg="" cols="1" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Use and Mention of Words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;For myself, as I said everyone knows something for sure or has an interest and experience in life; my interest is in mathematics and logic. There is a verse in the Qur'an which says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"This a scripture whose verses are perfected and then expounded." (11:1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Which tells me that there are no wasted words in the Qur'an; that each verse is perfected and then it is explained. It could not be in a better form. One could not use fewer words to say the same thing or if one uses more words one would only be adding superfluous information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;This directed my attention to a particular mathematical subject, a logical subject, and I examined the Qur'an to see if I could find something of what I knew to be the case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A revolution in logic has occurred in the last one hundred years, primarily over the difference between use and mention of words. A structure of logic seemed to be in danger of collapsing about a hundred years ago because it came to the attention of the people who studied these matters that the structure was not quite sound. The issue involved 'self-reference' and the use and the mention of words which I will explain briefly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Aristotle's law of the 'excluded middle' was the statement that every statement is either true false. About a hundred years ago, somebody pointed out that the law of the excluded middle is a statement and is therefore not a law after all. It could just as well be false as well as true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;This was a tangled knot for the logicians to untie until they came to understand the difference between the use and the mention of a word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When we use a word, we consider its meaning. When we mention a word we are discussing the word itself. If I said Toronto is a large city, I mean Toronto, that place, is a large cit. If I say Toronto has seven letters, I am talking about the word 'Toronto'. In the first case I used the word and in the second I mentioned the word. You see distinction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.themodernreligion.com/essays_Gary_Miller.htm#top"&gt;top&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="Jesus and Adam"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" bg="" cols="1" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Jesus and Adam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Connecting these ideas and the idea that the Qur'an composed of verses that are perfected and then expounded for us, consider the verse which says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"The likeness of Jesus before Allah is as the likeness of Adam." (3:59)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It is very clear that what we have in the statement is an equation. This verse goes on to explain how that is true because they both came under unusual circumstances rather than having a mother and a father in the usual human reproductive way. But more than that, I got to consider the use of the mention of words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The words are used clearly enough. Jesus is like Adam and by Jesus and Adam, we mean those two men. But what about the mention of the words? Was the author aware of the fact that if we were considering the words as words themselves, this sentence also read that 'Jesus' is something like 'Adam'. Well, they are not spelt with the same letters, how can they be alike in this revelation? The only answer came to me fairly quickly and I took a look at the index of the Qur'an.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The index of the Qur'an has been made available only since 1945. This book was the result of years of work by a man and his students who assembled a book which lists every word in the Qur'an and where it can be found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;So, when we look up the word Isa (Jesus), we find it in the Qur'an twenty-five times. When we look up Adam, we find it in the Qur'an twenty-five times. The point is that they are very much alike in this book. They are equated. So, following up on this idea, I continued to examine the index looking for every case where something was set up as an equation, where the likeness of something was said to be the likeness of some other thing. And in every case, it works. You have to example a verse which reads:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"The likeness of this who reject our signs is as the likeness of the dog." (7:176)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Well, the phrase is Arabic for 'the people who reject our signs' could be found in the Qur'an exactly five times. And so is the Arabic word for 'the dog' (al-kalb). And there are several instances of exactly the same occurrence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It was some months after I found this for myself that a friend of mine, who is continuing this investigation with me, made a suggestion that there are also some places in the Qur'an where one thing is said to be not like another thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;As soon as he mentioned this up to me, we both went for the index and had a quick look at several places where on thing is said to be not like another thing and counted their occurrence in the Qur'an. We were surprise and maybe should not have been to find that, after all, they do not match up. But an interesting thing does happen. For example, the Qur'an makes it very clear in the verse that trade is not like interest. The two words will be found six times for on and seven for the other. And so it is in every other case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When one thing is said to be not like another, they over for a difference of one time. It would be five of one and four of the other, or seven of one and eight of another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.themodernreligion.com/essays_Gary_Miller.htm#top"&gt;top&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="goodevil"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" bg="" cols="1" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Good and Evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;There is one interesting verse which, I felt, spoke directly to me from right off the page. It mentions two words in Arabic, al-khabeeth (the evil), and al-taib (the good). The verse reads:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"Say, the evil and the good are not comparable, even though the abundance of evil will surprise you. So be mindful of your duty to Allah, O Man of understanding, that you may succeed." (5:100)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When I had a look at those two words in Arabic, the evil and the good, and found it in the Qur'an that they both occur seven times. Yet the verse here is saying that they are not comparable. I should NOT expect to find that they occur the same number of times. BUT what does the rest of this verse say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"The evil and the good are not comparable. The abundance of the evil will surprise you" - and it did for there were too many of them. But it continues...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"So be mindful of your duty to Allah, O Man of understanding, that you may succeed." - So press on. Use your understanding and you will succeed. This is what the verse said to me. Well, I found the answer on one verse further on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"Allah separates the evil from the good. The evil He piles one on top of the other, heaping them all together." (8:37)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Here is the solution to the difficulty. While we have seven occurrences of al-khabeeth (the evil) which matches up with the occurrences of al-taib (the good), according to the principle of the verse, evil is separated from good and is piled one on top of the other and heaped altogether as one. Hence, we do not count them as 7 separate instances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.themodernreligion.com/essays_Gary_Miller.htm#top"&gt;top&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a name="words"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" bg="" cols="1" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Occurrence of Words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A favourite difficulty, or supposed difficulty, which critics like to cite concerning the Qur'an is that - the author of this book was ignorant because he advised Muslims to follow the lunar new year instead of the solar year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The critics say the author was unaware of the differences in the length of years, that if one follows the twelve lunar months, one loses eleven days every year. However, the author was well aware of the distinction between the length of the solar year and lunar year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;In Chapter 18, Verse 9:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It mentions 300 years and gives their equivalent as 309 years. As it happens, 300 SOLAR years is equal to 309 LUNAR years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The arabic word for 'month', shahar will be found 12 times in the Qur'an. There are 12 months in a year. If we find twelve months, how many days should we expect to find? The word in arabic is yaum, and as it happens you will find that the word occurs 365 in the Qur'an.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The original issue which had me interested in looking up the occurrence of months and days was this distinction between solar year and the lunar year. Well, for 25 centuries, it has been known that the relative positions of the sun, moon and earth coincide every 19 years. This was discovered by a Greek by the name of Meton, and it is called the 'Metonic' cycle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Knowing this, I looked again in the index of the word 'year', sanah and found, sure enough, that is occurs in the Qur'an 19 times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.themodernreligion.com/essays_Gary_Miller.htm#top"&gt;top&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="Perfect balance of Words"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" bg="" cols="1" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Perfect balance of Words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Now, what is the point of this perfect balance of words? For myself, it shows the author was well aware of the distinction between using words and mentioning words, a fine logical point. But more than that, it indicates the preservation of this book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;After giving a lecture on the subject of the Qur'an , I touched on some of these subjects and a questionnaire from the audience afterwards said: "How do we know we still have the original Qur'an. Maybe pieces of it have been lost or extra parts been added?" I pointed out to him that we had pretty well covered that point because since these items, the perfect balance of words in the Qur'an, have come to light only in this generation, anybody who would have lost the portion of this book, hidden some of it, or added some of their own would have been unaware of this carefully hidden code in the book. They would have destroyed this perfect balance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It is interesting to note too that, well, such a thing might be possible to organize today by the use of a computer to coordinate all words so that whatever thought you might have as to a meaning of a sentence or however you might construe an equation out of a sentence, you could check for yourself and the book will always have the balance of words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;If that were possible today, if it were possible fourteen centuries ago, why would it be done and then left hidden and never drawn to the attention of those who first saw this book? Why it would be left with the hope of the author who contrived this, that maybe in many centuries someone will discover it and have a nice surprise? It is a scheme that does not make sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.themodernreligion.com/essays_Gary_Miller.htm#top"&gt;top&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="Best Explanation"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" bg="" cols="1" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Best Explanation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;We are told in the Qur'an that no questionnaire will come to the Muslims with the question for which a good answer has not been provided, and the best explanation for whatever his question. This verse says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"For everything they say we are given something to go back to them and reply." (25:33)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;We looked again to the index of the Qur'an and we found the word, qalu (they say), is found three hundred and thirty-two times. Now, what would be the natural counterpart? The Arabic word, qul, which is the command 'say' and you will find at the index it also occurs three hundred and thirty-two times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.themodernreligion.com/essays_Gary_Miller.htm#top"&gt;top&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="Origin of the Qur'an"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" bg="" cols="1" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Origin of the Qur'an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;An interesting feature of the Qur'an is that it replies to critics as to its origin. That is, no one has yet come up with suggestion as to where this book came from which is not commented on within the book itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;In fact, the new Catholic Encyclopedia, under the heading Qur'an, mentions that over the centuries there has been many theories as to where this book came from. There conclusion: today, no sensible person believes any of these theories. This leaves the Christians in some difficulty. You see, all the theories suggested so far , according to this encyclopedia, are not really acceptable to anyone sensible today. They are too fantastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Where did the book come from? Those who have not really examined the Qur'an usually dismissed it as being, they say, a collection of proverbs or aphorisms, saying that one man used to announce from time to time. They imagined that there was a man who, from time to time during the day, will think of some witty little saying and spit it out and those around him will quickly write it down and eventually these were all collected and became the Qur'an.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Those who read the Qur'an will find that it is not anything like that at all. The collection of things said by the Prophet is the subject and the content of the Hadith. But the subjects and contents of the Qur'an are all in a form of a composition and explanation. I site as an example the chapter, Yusuf, which is an entire story in great detail about on e particular episode of one portion of the life of one man. It is a composition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It is for this reason that virtually all those who have actually examined the Qur'an usually refer to it as being the product of the authorship as attributed to Muhammad and his 'co-adjudicators'. These were supposed to be people who would sit with him and composed the Qur'an. You see they imagined that the Qur'an was composed by a committee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;They acknowledged that there was too much information and it was too well composed for one man to have assembled. So, they imagined that a committee of men used to meet regularly, brought their various sources of information, composed something and then handed to this man and told him, "Go to the people tomorrow, this is your revelation." In other words, it was a fraud concocted by a group of people. But what do we know about fraud? The Qur'an reminds us as it says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"Saw, now the truth has come, and falsehood neither invents anything nor restores anything." (34:49).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It is hard to translate it into English precisely, but what this verse is telling us is that falsehood is not the source of a new thing. A new and truthful thing cannot come from falsehood and falsehood does not restore, to our minds, the facts. Truth is in agreement with facts. Falsehood is something else. So falsehood is empty. If something is born fraud, it will never bring us new information. It will never endure; it will only collapse over a period of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.themodernreligion.com/essays_Gary_Miller.htm#top"&gt;top&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="Challenge"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" bg="" cols="1" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Another interesting verse is a challenge which is addressed to those non-believers. It reads:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"Have they not considered the Qur'an, if it came, other than Allah, surely they will find in it many inconsistencies." (4:82)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Here is a challenge to the reader. If you think you have an explanation where this book came from, have another look at the book. Surely you will be able to uncover some inconsistencies to support your case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Imagine a student submitting a term paper or a final exam and then writing at the bottom of the page a not to his teacher: "You will find no mistakes in this paper. There are no mistakes on this exam." Can you imagine the teacher letting that rest? The teacher would probably not sleep until uncovering some inconsistency after a challenge like that. It is not the way human beings speak. They do not offer challenges like that. But here we have it in the Qur'an, a direct challenge saying: "If you have a better idea as to where this book came from, here's all you need to do. Find some inconsistencies."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;There are critics who make the attempt, critics who try to say the Qur'an contains inconsistencies. A publication that came to my attention recently suggested that the Qur'an was contradictory on the subject of marriage, because in one place, it says: "don't marry more than one wife unless you can provide for them all," and in another place it says: "Don't marry more than four." They see this as a contradiction. What they have is a counter-distinction. In one case, the qualification for marrying more than one has been given. In the other case a limitation on how many may be married is given. There is no contradiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Critics are too quick to grab hold of something, give it an interpretation, and then offer it as an excuse to escape the reality of this document.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;For critics who would attack the Qur'an and insist it contains mistakes, we can use the same method as in our reply to Christians who claim that Jesus is on record as claiming to be equal to God. Remember the three categories of evidence offered. The evidence offered was insufficient, ambiguous or impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;You see, if someone cites a verse from the Qur'an, trying to show that it is a mistake, we only need to show that the verse cited is insufficient to establish that there is a mistake or we need to show that the verse cited cannot possible have the interpretation which the critic is giving it. It will always fall into one of these three categories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.themodernreligion.com/essays_Gary_Miller.htm#top"&gt;top&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="Attributing it to the Devil"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" bg="" cols="1" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Attributing it to the Devil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I had experience, on one occasion, describing some of the contents in the Qur'an to a man who did not know the book I was talking about. He sat next to me with the cover turned over. I just told him about the book, what it contained and told him it was not the Bible. His conclusion was, the book was miraculous. This man was a minister in a Christian Church. He said, "Yes, that book could not possible have originated with the man and therefore it must come from the devil, because it's not the Bible."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The Qur'an comments on this suggestion in chapter twenty-six, verse two-hundred and eleven, as to those who would suggest that the book came from the devil. It points out that it does not quite suit him, does it? Is this how the devil misleads people? He tells them, worship none but God, he insists that they fast, that they practice charity. Is this how the devil misleads people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Compare the attitude of someone like this, to the attitude of the Jews who knew Jesus and opposed him until the very end. There is an episode reported in the Bible where Jesus raised a man from the dead, one Lazarus, who had been dead for four days. When Lazarus came out of the tomb, alive again those Jews who were watching, what did they do? Did they suddenly say that this man is a true prophet and become believers? No, the Bible says they immediately discussed among themselves that "since this man is working on his signs soon everyone will believe in him. We've got to find a way to kill him," and they attributed his miraculous powers to the devil. He raised that man by the power of the devil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Now, the Christians who read that episode will feel very sorry for those Jews who had clear evidence right before their very eyes and attribute the miracles to the devil. Does it not appear that they may be doing the same thing when we illustrate what we have in the Qur'an and their final excuse is only: "It originated with the devil."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.themodernreligion.com/essays_Gary_Miller.htm#top"&gt;top&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="A Different Story"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" bg="" cols="1" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A Different Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;There are those who insist that the Qur'an was copied, that it originated in Christian and Jewish sources. As a matter of fact, a book published in recent years called Worshipping the Wrong God has stated, as though it were a fact, that after the first revelation of the Qur'an came to Muhammad, peace be upon him, that his wife died and so he quickly married a Jew and a Christian, and this is where he drew the rest of his sources for his book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Well, they have the facts partly right. It was ten years after the first revelation of the Qur'an that his wife died, and it was another ten years after that when the Qur'an was virtually completed that he married a Jew and a Christian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Did he copy from Jewish and Christian sources? In the Qur'an, the ruler of Egypt who opposed Moses is known as Fir'aun, not Pharaoh. The Jews and Christians have always said 'Pharaoh'. It is easy for an Arab to say 'Pharaoh'. But in the Qur'an, it is Fir'aun, with an 'n'. Why? Surely the Jews must have teased them about that and said: "You've got the word wrong. It's 'Pharaoh' and not Fir'aun." But they insisted on it and it continues that way in the Qur'an, Fir'aun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;As it happens, this historical writings of Herodotus, the Greek historian, exist to this day, and Herodotus comments on the ruler of Egypt, being in his day and in the centuries before him, one man who went by the title of Fir'aun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Did the book copy from the Christians sources? The Qur'an insists that Jesus was not crucified, that this was only an illusion, but that the Jews who thought they crucified Jesus were mistaken because it was not really so. Christians would have no part of that. As it happens, the idea that Jesus was not really crucified is really very ancient and can be traced back to the first century. But Christians who believed that were eliminated as heretics within the first two-hundred years after the time of Jesus and they were not teaching this doctrine anywhere around the Arabian Peninsula fourteen centuries ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Could the author of the Qur'an have been copying from Christian sources when he says that Jesus spoke to man as a babe (3:46) and in later life? The Arabic word used indicates that he was still speaking to man and teaching to them in the forties. The Christians have always maintained that Jesus was gone by the time he was thirty-three. It indicates that there could have been no copying. In fact, a man would have to be stubborn and insists on the points as explained in the Qur'an in the face of Christian opposition who would have said: "No! No! I wasn't like that. We tell the story differently."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.themodernreligion.com/essays_Gary_Miller.htm#top"&gt;top&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="House Cleaning"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" bg="" cols="1" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;House Cleaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Now we go to the words of the prophets themselves, which represent another path that leads to Islam. In the Persian scriptures, which have been around for thousands of years, we read:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"When the Persians should sink so low in mortality, a man will be born in Arabia whose followers will upset their throne, religion and everything. The mighty stiff-necked ones will be overpowered. The house which was built and in which many idols have been placed will purged of idols and people will say their prayers facing towards it. His followers will capture the towns of the Farsi, Entaus and Balkh, and other big places round about. People will embroil with one another. The wise men of Persia and others will join his followers." (Desature no.14)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The Muslims recognize this very quickly because the Ka'bah, the building which all Muslims face in prayers everyday, was at one time filled with idols and it was part of the mission of Muhammad , peace be upon him, to purge the house of idols till today. It was in the next generation, after the time of the Prophet that the wise men of Persia and others did join his followers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.themodernreligion.com/essays_Gary_Miller.htm#top"&gt;top&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="A Prophet Like Moses"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" bg="" cols="1" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A Prophet Like Moses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;In the Bible, in Deuteronomy chapter eighteen, we have the words of Moses who reports that God told him that H would raise up a prophet, from among the brothers of the Israelites, like Moses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Christians wish to apply this to Jesus, to say he was the prophet like Moses. It is uncomfortable for them to recognize, however that Jesus was not very much like Moses and Jesus had no father, no wife, no children; he did not die of old age, and he did not lead a nation; all these things Moses had or did. But they say, well, Jesus will return; he will return as a victorious person, and so he will be more like Moses. Do they really expect he will return to also acquire a father and a wife and children and then die of old age? Not usually. Moreover, Jesus was an Israelite. The passage of scripture says that this prophet that was foretold would be raised up among the brothers of the Israelites, not from the Israelites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;In the third chapter of Acts, the disciple Peter speaks to a crowd of people and explains that Jesus has been take up and he is in heaven. He will remain in Heaven and he cannot return until all the things that were promised but God come to pass. So what are we still waiting for, does he tell the crowd? He quotes this very saying of Moses saying:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"For God will raise up a prophet from among the brothers of the Israelites like Moses..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The point is very clear. Christians like to see this prophet as being Jesus. But read carefully Acts chapter three, what it says is that Jesus awaits a return. He cannot return until the fulfillment of this prophecy, that another prophet has to come. Jesus spoke of it himself and the words survived, just barely, but they survived in the bible. Jesus spoke of God sending another 'Paraclete'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.themodernreligion.com/essays_Gary_Miller.htm#top"&gt;top&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="Paraclete"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" bg="" cols="1" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Paraclete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;There is a lot of argument over the meaning of this word 'Paraclete'. For now we can leave that aside. What is a 'Paraclete'? It does not matter. The first letter of John shows that Jesus was a 'Paraclete'. He is called a 'Paraclete' and we have Jesus promising another 'Paraclete' is going to be sent. We lose a lot by this word 'another' in English because it is ambiguous. If someone's car breaks down, and it is a Toyota, and I say, '" I'll go get you another car," maybe I mean, "I'll go and get you another Toyota because this one you have is broken," or maybe I mean, "Forget Toyota, they're no good; I'll go and get you a Datsun." It is an ambiguous word. But the Greeks had a word for it. When they meant 'another' of the same kind, they said aloes. When they meant another of a different kind, they said heteroes. The important thing there is that when Jesus, who was himself a Paraclete, said "God will send you another Paraclete" he used the word aloes, not heteroes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Christians want to say that this other 'Paraclete' that has been sent was different from Jesus. It was not a man, it was a spirit. What Jesus said was: God will send you another one like me, another man." Muslims believe that Muhammad is the fulfillment of this prophecy by Jesus. The Qur'an says that this man is mentioned in the scriptures of the Jews and the Christians (see7:157).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Christians came to expect that the return of Jesus because of a Jewish misunderstanding. 'Messiah' and 'Son of Man' have been given special significance by the Jews, even though may people were called by this same name as in the Bible. The Jews came to expect a victorious leader. When Jesus did not turn out to be quite what many expected, they hatched the idea that he would return some day and fulfill all these prophecies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.themodernreligion.com/essays_Gary_Miller.htm#top"&gt;top&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="Follower of Jesus"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" bg="" cols="1" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Follower of Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Suppose that someone observed Jesus two-thousand years ago, and he left this planet, or he went to sleep for two-thousand years an returned today to look for the followers of Jesus, who would he find? Who would he recognize? Christians? I conclude with just this food for thought: the Bible says very clearly that Jesus used to fast. Do Christians fast? Muslims fast; it is obligatory on month every year. The Bible says that Jesus prayed by touching his forehead to the ground. Do Christians pray in this manner? Muslims do. It is characteristic of their prayer and no one on earth is probably ignorant of that fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;According to Jesus, he told his disciples to greet one another with the expression, "Peace be with you." Do the Christians do that? Muslims do, universally, whether they speak Arabic of not. The greeting for one to another is Assalamu' alaikum (peace be with you).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The brother of Jesus in the Book of James, stated that no man should suggest what he is about to do of highlight his plans for the next few days in anyway without adding the phrase "if God wills." Do not say "I will go here and there do this and that" without adding the phrase "if God wills." Do Christians do that? Muslims do, whether they speak Arabic or not. If they so much as suggest they are going downtown to pick up some groceries, they will add Insha-Allah, which in Arabic means, "If God wills."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;These conclude my thoughts on this subject. May Allah guide us always closer to the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.themodernreligion.com/essays_Gary_Miller.htm#top"&gt;top&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" bg="" cols="1" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;NO COPYRIGHT. Any organisation or individual wishing to reprint this booklet may do so freely. An acknowledgment will be appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-7092821686067043896?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.themodernreligion.com/essays_Gary_Miller.htm' title='Gary Miller'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/7092821686067043896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422427&amp;postID=7092821686067043896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/7092821686067043896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/7092821686067043896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/2007/06/gary-miller.html' title='Gary Miller'/><author><name>asma'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01497657371471961963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/SDzZQveieUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mXql0O96pqE/S220/NL22IiDBSni_Nq-YWWiiww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422427.post-280845638849968569</id><published>2007-06-10T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T14:24:31.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kene pecah masuk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;semua statement tentang hariss di bwh adalah hasil penulisan empunya diri sendiri. ya. hariss yang tulih ttg dirinya sendiri di blog aku. tahpape. aku gi baca jurnal CVD kat bwh. tanpa disedari, dia ambil peluang tue lalu merembat masuk ke dalam blog aku yang terlupa untuk ditutup (baca dgn nada laju, ok). kemudian, gol. ya. akhirnya sebuah catatan ringkas mengenai dirinya sendiri terpampang indah di blog aku. biarkan aja. aku takkan delete. hasil buah penulisannya. aku bukan jenis yg suke merosakkan atau menjahanamkan hasil karya org lain. aku hormat penulisan mereka. mereka pun ada gaya penulisan mereka tersendiri. aku takkan hina. masing-masing punya pendapat. pendapat yang nak dilontarkan. biarkan. jadi aku biarkan. namun bolehkah aku biarkan mereka hanyut. ataupun mereka pk aku yg sebenarnya hanyut. kalau semua dok pk hanyut, sape jer yg idup. ntah. merepek lagi. aku dah penat cari prevalence untuk pompuan yg menopause yang ada CVD kat Malaysia. susah. kat U.S berlambak2. aku tanya hariss. hariss kata dgn nada yang xda perasaan "ko watlah kajian kat U.S jer kalo dah prevalence die ada kat sana". lalu die kuar ke mana-mana ntah. aku masih dalam keadaan bingung. betul ke dak si hariss nie. die pun kene bentang next week. good luck untuk hariss jugak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-280845638849968569?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/280845638849968569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422427&amp;postID=280845638849968569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/280845638849968569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/280845638849968569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/2007/06/kene-pecah-masuk.html' title='kene pecah masuk'/><author><name>asma'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01497657371471961963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/SDzZQveieUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mXql0O96pqE/S220/NL22IiDBSni_Nq-YWWiiww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422427.post-7357364768899372301</id><published>2007-06-10T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T14:25:23.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tentang hariss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hariss roomate aku. die nak kene present minggu depan. jadi die sibuk dan bz. nape aku cerite pasal hariss? sebab die jer yang berada disamping aku ketika ini. haris nie pemalas org nyer.tiap mlam mesti dier yg tido awal.tak pernah lah tengok dier stay up waktu malam.hari2x tido jer.pg dier x tido.malam mesti tido.hah.hah.hah.suma org tido waktu malam.tipu ah kalau cakap x tido malam.pembohong ler org yg tak tido malam.'sleep early at night good for health'.2 haris tido awal.for health ler katakan. sekarang nie,hariss ader masalah, dier x faham research dier.cari journal yg related is so difficult.but if we are  hardworking person, this are small matter jer.jd jangan malas.malas 2 bukan sifat org islam.cayokk.rajin ler berusaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-7357364768899372301?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/7357364768899372301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422427&amp;postID=7357364768899372301&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/7357364768899372301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/7357364768899372301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/2007/06/tentang-hariss.html' title='tentang hariss'/><author><name>asma'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01497657371471961963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/SDzZQveieUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mXql0O96pqE/S220/NL22IiDBSni_Nq-YWWiiww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422427.post-3921284084836315889</id><published>2007-06-10T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T02:03:19.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>insomnia?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;aku xley tido plak. insomniakah. tak pasti. konon nak kira lamb la. tapi teringat lamb chop lak. patut la depa dok suruh zikir. ingat Allah. last2 aku bukak lagi blog. giler per. bape entry dalam sehari nie ntah. macam addicted plak. dulu teraddicted ngan cerite korea. memule cerite korea yg aku nengok full house la. tapi mak aku advanced dari aku. die dah layan dulu. winter sonata. konon tak nak tengok. alih2 lekat. bagi la peluang kat mak aku. tapi die stop sampai cerite tue jer. aku non-stop punye addicted ngan cerite korea. lepas satu cerite, cerite yang lain plak. doc micronutrient aku, dr asmah, siap bergambar ngan dinding winter sonata lagi masa gie korea. siap tunjuk kat aku ngan e'in. aku tak minat ngn winter sonata. lembap semacam. sebab tue aku ingat aku tak suke cerite korea. tapi bile aku tgk cerite full house, terlekat dan terlayan jugakla cerite tue. lagho jer. tapi nengok jugak. aku perasan yang jln cerite korea nie kekadang lembab semacam macam snail kat tepi longkang lab 07 makmal dietetik tue. snail klakar kat lab tue. ngarut. sume lagu a.k.a OST cerite korea aku download. muahaha. pelik. bile dah tak suke. aku delete. aku tak pernah beli pun cerite korea nie. mahal. RM 100+. sama ada pinjam, download atau seangkatan dengannya. ringtone hp aku pun pakai lagu korea. punyalah taksub. tahpape kan. kalau dah suke sesuatu, aku cari sampai ke lubang cacing. berusaha giler. ringtone aku tak delete la. pasai pakai duit. aku jenis suke membaziaq. itukan amalan syaitan. gelak jap. aku teringat kata seorang kwn aku. die ingt ringtone korea aku tuh lagu nasyid. aku senyap jer. biaq die sangka baik ngan aku. kekadang aku pakai kredit org lain download lagu2 ringtone yang aku suke nih. dulu la. skrang die dah xde. die gi mane? senyap. aku sbnrnye kene banyak basuh hati aku yang makin kelam dan gelap ni. biaqlah muke aku jer makin gelap dan itam, tapi jgnla hati aku. aku nak ati aku bersih. sian kat umi dan abah yang dah penat didik aku. biarlah mereka lihat anak-anak mereka dengan linangan air mata gembira. nak jadi anak solehah. tapi susah. aku ketegak (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mak manakan&lt;/span&gt; aku slalu gune ni refer kat adik aku yg degil). mak manakan = mak sedara. umi org penang. ntah penangkah. lahir kat pahang. pastu gie kelantan. gi plak melaka. last2 penang. datuk aku polis. merantau2. cam ambassador plak umi aku. umi baik. sangat2x baik. sayang umi. sayang abah gak. abah org terengganu. pertemuan timur-utara. jauh. jarak bukan penghalang. ya. jarak bukan penghalang. mesti dapat email lepaih ni. hahaha. aku ngarut lagi. aku tegaskan skali lagi bhw blog ni bukannye blog ilmiah, spiritual, eQ mahupun iQ, ataupun pembangunan jiwa punye blog. ok? just untuk santapan santai si penulis sahaja. si penulis yang sememangnya suke membuang masa. viva. ya. kete baru. bukan aku nak viva master. aku nak viva. mobile. senang nak gerak. abah tak bagi beli. die kata aku tak ley nak byr bulan2. la. kalau aku xley bayar, die bayarkan la. mak aku lagi senang, suh suami aku belikan jer. adus. aku nak pakai skrang. susah ar. penat ar naik bas warne biru2 langit. nasib warna biru. tenang gak nengok. ilang penat nunggu bas. tak jadi nak marah. kalaulah bas tue warna kuning, siap ar. rupe2nya color nie memainkan f(x) yang penting dalam idup seseorang. doc aku skrang pun suker color coding. systematic katanya. kalo itam putih jer dunia ni, tataula aku. siapalah yang cipta warna warni kehidupan nie? cube pikiaq. spektrum warna rainbow aku paling suke. cantik. dulu waktu blaja kimia, baru aku tau setiap spektrum ni ada wave die tersendiri. bukan sewenang-wenangnye die kuaq macam tu jer. siap ada calculation lagi. aku nie pelupe. tak ingatla teori ape. teori laymen ke ape ke. ntah. lupe. setiapnya terperinci dan indah skali. siapa buat?  pikiaq la huzaifah dan adli. aku nie slalu diserang disease SML -short term memory loss. bahaya. aku kekadang kupe nape aku kuar. aku lupe nape aku gi tingkat bawah. aku lupe mane aku letak barang. nasib baik anggota badan dah lekat siap2. kalo tak, mata pun ley tertinggal . aku ngarut lagi ni. dah ar. tido la. kang aku ngarut lagi banyak. mungkin lepas ni aku hibernate agak lama kot. maaf ya andai tersalah bicara atau tertulih benda yang ley mengguriskan hati dan sanubari. tapi aku rasa tak mungkin. sebab aku rasa tiada pelawat yang rajin bertandang kecuali atas arahan veto aku except awak seorang. ngarut lagi nie. kay ar. tido dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-3921284084836315889?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/3921284084836315889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422427&amp;postID=3921284084836315889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/3921284084836315889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/3921284084836315889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/2007/06/insomnia.html' title='insomnia?'/><author><name>asma'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01497657371471961963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/SDzZQveieUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mXql0O96pqE/S220/NL22IiDBSni_Nq-YWWiiww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422427.post-1310318064438999206</id><published>2007-06-09T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T00:54:30.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha-chum. bersin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;after only 3 hours hiatus, i started another entry. hebat. xde keje dah ke. petang tadi gi opis jap. buat keje sket sebab nak cover balik ari jumaat. aku balik awal ari tue. sakit. loya. pening. tapi bukan pregnant. tadi hipotalamus aku asyik bagi arahan suh isi tank yang hampir cecah angka 0. jadi aku gi jusco dulu kat equine park sebelum makan kat flat bosnia tue. tatau nak order ape. tadi lapar sangat. tapi bile masuk kat kedai maulana tue, ilang selera. ntah. puncanya tak tau. saliva tak mengalir langsung. ilang apetite. tipu je. sebenarnya aku tibai maggi mee goreng tambah ngan rojak mamak beserta teh panas. aku wat calculation pakai nutrical buatan sendiri adalah lebey kurang 300 + kcal. apa. gemuk lagi. ntah bile nak control pemakanan. kurang exercise. makanan slalu berminyak. x mencerminkan org nutrition langsung. tuelah. manusia tau teori tapi tatau nak praktikkan. ley kate semua angle pun cam tuelah. org tau pokok tue ley jadi takungan hujan. tapi dok belasah tebang sampai botak. pastue banjir besar. mula wat muke terpinga2. blur. padahal depa dok wat pencemaran. bukan tatau, tau. bab agama pun sama. kalo xnak ikut sudah. takyah susah bagi hujah nak tegakkan benang yang basah. takut kelirukan org lain je. taknak buat, takyah buat. jangan dok bagi fatwa2 pelik dan bercanggah. bahaya. nak tanggungkah. berani buatlah. ya. manusia tau semua. manusia kan pandai. ada akal. boley berpk. tapi kekadang xnak gune. ntah. aku pun ader gak. tapi xnak gune. kesian lak aku nengok grisham ngan clancy dok susah payah gune otak karang buku thriller. aku tatau nape depa rajin. aku jadi tukang baca jer. depa dok karang. aku dengar cerite yg clancy jadi defender Islam lepas kejadian 11th september. tataula. itu yang aku dok dengaq dari kwan2 aku. nape? ntah. tau kebenarankah? apa kebenarannya? dahlah. aku dok pikiaq jugak la. awat aku dok rajin tulih nie. pun tak jumpe jawapan yang pasti. padahal keje kalau nak dikira pakai calculator canon WS 201 (jenama calculator aku yang baru dapat), berguni2 lebey kurang 1.674 kg (precise kan). kuasa 2 pemalas aku ni. betul-betul kat tepi aku nie ada CD "Why the West is Coming to Islam". e'in dan haris punya. dah lebey 2 bulan ada kat bilik aku tak berusik. cume jadi tempat laluan semut. sian kat semut. aku dah angkat CD tue. terpaksa la bukak jalan baru. tapi semut2 ni rajin. ley mengembara macam2 tempat. aku asyik terperap kat bilik. tak bilik, ofis. bile nengok semut2 ni teringat lak kat ibn batutta, marco polo dan alfonso. best tul depa ni. ada keazaman. keberanian. ketabahan. kecekalan. satu pun ciri2 yang aku sebut tue takde kat aku. kemalasan. itu aku memang ada. ke sebab mind setting aku dah set malas, maka aku pun jadi malas. sebenarnye wajib ubah. tapi aku taknak. tak baiklah. kene ubah. ya aku akan berubah. tapi tak janji bile. sebab org yang memungkiri janji adalah sifat org munafik. even bercakap bohongpun adalah ciri munafik. tak menepati janjipun. aku slalu tak tepati janji. takut jugakla. janji ngan org kul 8.00am tapi datang kul 8.30am. lewat. tak tepati janji. ha-chum. terbersin plak. alhamdulillah. nape kalo bersin kene kate alhamdulillah. korang tau ke. aku tau.  nak bagitau ke kat korang ke. rasa cam malas lak. alamak. sebut lagi  perkataan malas tue. ok. aku ade mood nak cerite ni. biaq aku start ngan once upon a time. ngarut jer. serius sket. nie kisah diimport dari ust farid ravi. kejadian berlaku kat france. bukan kat b. feringgi. ada sorang pakcik ni yang aku lupe die asal mane. tapi die bukan org france. die naik train kat situ. ditakdirkan dudok kat sebelah mamat france. tetibe die terbersin. ha-chum. mungkin die bersin kuat sket kot dari aku bersin tadi. pastu, automatik die cakap alhamdulillah. mamat france tue pandang pakcik tue. pelik la kot. yela. tak pernah dengaq lagi org sebut alhamdulillah. die pun tanye pakcik tue. hey pakcik, apa yang dok kamu sebut sat-sat tadi tuh. ceq xpernah dengaq la benda lagu tuh sblm2 nih kalo org bersin. pakcik tue senyum comel jer kat mamat france ni. i thank my god. pendek jer jwpn. tak bagi explanation panjang2 pun. nak ditakdirkan, pakcik ni la mecca nak wat haji. tetibe ader sorang mamat nie bagi salam. die pun sambut salam org ni. ya la. dapat pahala beb bagi salam sesama islam ni. bagi salam dapat pahala. jawab salam wajib dan dapat pahala. semua dalam islam nih cam kat bonus link. semua benda baik ada kebaikan kat org lain gak n dapat pahala gak pada masa yg sama. sambung cerite balik. org yg bag salam tue senyum. pakcik tue pelik. sape plak mamat nie. mamat tue pun tanye. pakcik ingat saya lagikah. em. sapa ya. sayalah yg pernah kite berjumpa kat train di france tue. muslimkah kamu? dulu tidak, tapi skrang ya. alahamdulillah. cmner ley masuk islam? pakcik tue tanya pada mamat tue. "sebab pakcikla". a. pakcik tue pelik. lepas insiden kat train tue, saya gie kaji. nape pakcik sebut thank you kat god kalau bersin. rupa-rupanya kalau bersin tue, jantung kite berhenti berdenyut selama seketika. jadi bile kite masih bernyawa lepaih bersin tue, nyawa kita masih panjang. jadi kene la terima kasih kat tuhan. rupe2nye betul la tue. itu antara asbab saya pilih Islam. alhamdulillah. sekian. best tak? bestlah. penat tulih ni. lengoh la nerve2 tangan nie. baik korang kata best. tetibe terinagt novel bertajuk Zuriat. novel kisah benar. berkisar tentang 5 kanak-kanak kpd pasangan suami isteri melayu yang mana mereka ada masalah SLE atau MLE. nerve disorder atau sel otak mengecut. tak ingat. aku rasa sel otak mengecut. macam cerite Aya dalam One Liter of Tears. sedey giler cerite die. kisah benar. aku tak suke sangat tengok cerite yg merepek2 nih. macam L.O.T.R. maaf. aku memang tak suke. tapi Shrek aku suke. sebab mak aku suke beli buku2 fairy tales mase kekecik dulu. rapunzel. betul ke ejaan die ni. natah. tapi aku story die. hansel n gratel. banyak kisah fairy tales tue ada dalam shrek. gambar die pun best. hijau. shrek hijau. princess fiona pun hijau. semua pun hijau. aku pun suke hijau. ada maksud lainkah disebalik warna hijau ni. tada pape. paling jatuh hati pada pussy cat die. comel sangat. tambah2 time die wat muke manja. assalamualaikum. saya datang nak amik data. terkejut aku. rupa-rupanya kawan aku mengigau. aku nak stop tulih la. seram plak. dah la sunyi jer. tido cecepat la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-1310318064438999206?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/1310318064438999206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422427&amp;postID=1310318064438999206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/1310318064438999206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/1310318064438999206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/2007/06/ha-chum-bersin.html' title='Ha-chum. bersin.'/><author><name>asma'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01497657371471961963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/SDzZQveieUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mXql0O96pqE/S220/NL22IiDBSni_Nq-YWWiiww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422427.post-6239842930172403186</id><published>2007-06-09T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T14:47:11.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sessi ice breaking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;lapar. lauk dah ada. nasi dah ada. tinggal nak makan jer. tapi malas. malas dah sinonim dalam hidup aku.  tapi tak semua melayu malas. tapi kenapa  melayu seringkali dikaitkan dengan pemalas? aku pelik.  Islam xpernah ajar untuk malas. tapi hakikatnya melayu memang malas kah? terpulang. yang penting aku selalu malas. buktinya, bapak aku kata aku malas. bile bapak aku kata malas tue, memang betul sangat. tiada yg lain selain betullah statement tu. tak perlukan signifikan p=0.05. memang hipotesis nul aku direject bulat2 tanpa error type i atau error type ii. takkan aku sorang melayu malas ley effect serumpun bangsa melayu lain. kesian kat melayu yang tak malas. walaupun kaum asal tanah melayu ni org asli. depa dulu pun malas gak. para serajawan yang kata. bukan aku memandai kata. depa dulu idup cam org nomad pindah penempatan bile sumber makanan dah zero. bile abih lagi sumber, pidah. senang. depa malih nak cucuk tanam atau ternak lembu. jadi pindah memindah jer. tapi la ni, depa dah maju. masuk uni lagi. kagum aku. bangkit semula. kebangkitan tu penting. elemen ni dan makin lenyap dalam serberum aku. asyik lena dibuai  mimpi fatamorgana aku jer. alpa. aku dah tulih panjang2 ilang kenyataan nie. blog ni pehal. bukan senang aku ader masa nak tulih blog ni. sesuka ilangkan. ke ayat ni ley buat aku masuk I.S.A. mmemain jer. aku ngarut. so ayat ni tergantung. the road not taken yang aku kene blaja masa tingkatan 4 ke 5. sama ada nak ikut jalan org yang dah biasa lalu atau nak explore jalan yang baru. ntah. aku ikut mana cepat sampai je. masa tu emas.  patut ar aku suke buat keje lelambat sebab makin lama aku gune masa untuk siapkan tugasan, makin ber'harga' la tugasan aku tue. faham? tak faham? abaikan aja. bagus gak depa tambah subjek literature tuh. sekurang-kurangnyer aku yang malas ni kenal gak poet &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sonnet 18&lt;/span&gt; tuh. selain tau pasal syair syaid Qutb yang baca memang menusuk ke kalbu. takde flow entry aku ni. ikut dan (baca loghat kedah) aku je. lain kali aku bubuh syair syaid qutb tue. baca dengan penuh penghayatan. faham. nangis. pernah baca? tak nangis pun. tak rasa papepun? senang je. keras ati la tue. aku yang judgemental. perkataan judgemental ni memberi 1001 makna kepada aku. huhu. kelakar. sampai sekarang tak story tu tersemat kemas dalam hati. tak cerite kat sesiapa. bagus gak daya penahanan aku. tak perlukan any pain killer untuk ilangkan. serangan radikal bebas yang berkeliaran kat body aku hapuskan ngan coklat seguni. nape coklat? ada antioksidan kah dalam coklat? bukan antioksidan ada dalam buah-buah, sayur-sayur. ntah. mungkin aku buat teori sendiri. sape pernah baca komik gempaq? aku baca la dedulu sebab adik aku beli. ni adik aku tak beli, tak bacalah. cerita x ikut flow lagi aku ni. ya. berbalik kisah manga gempak tuh. aku paling suke kouru nyer. tapi aku bukan nak cerite pasal die pun. aku teringat ada watak Be-Pop tue. muke dia penuh ngan jerawat. ada skali tu, cikgu die nak gambarkan keadaan bulan yang bulat dan penuh kawah2. bebudak biasala lambat sket ar bab2 nak imagine nie. pastu bile kate surface bulan tue macam be-pop, sume orang x blur langsung. memang dapat tangkap ar pic of d bulan. ape main point aku sbnarnyer ni? ya. aku nak kata muke aku macam be-pop skrang ni. kalo ader cecikgu sains yang susah sangat nak explain bulan tuh, panggilah aku untuk tujuan A.B.P (alat bantuan pengajaran). 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font-weight: bold;" class="PostTitle"&gt;  Bahasa Melayu ke Bahasa Malaysia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tG9BXwf0cHs/RmjtrWZaomI/AAAAAAAABGc/HXyK8MxbWEw/s1600-h/utamakanBahasaMelayu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tG9BXwf0cHs/RmjtrWZaomI/AAAAAAAABGc/HXyK8MxbWEw/s320/utamakanBahasaMelayu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073566309235204706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Penukaran istilah bahasa Melayu menjadi bahasa Malaysia untuk kegunaan rasmi tidak perlu, malah bertentangan dengan peruntukan Perlembagaan Persekutuan dalam Perkara 152 yang menetapkan bahawa bahasa Melayu ialah bahasa kebangsaan dan bahasa rasmi negara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presiden Persatuan Linguistik Malaysia Dr Awang Sariyan menegaskan, taraf dan kedudukan bahasa Melayu dalam Perlembagaan Persekutuan berasaskan kontrak sosial sebelum kemerdekaan lagi, iaitu penerimaan semua rakyat tanpa mengira keturunan terhadap bahasa Melayu sebagai bahasa negara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justeru katanya, tidak timbul isu kaum-kaum bukan Melayu tidak menerima bahasa Melayu sebagai bahasa milik semua rakyat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Jika sekarang timbul rasa tidak memiliki bahasa itu, maka salahnya pada golongan yang berkenaan, bukan pada istilah 'bahasa Melayu'," katanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jelasnya lagi penukaran istilah bahasa Melayu kepada bahasa Malaysia tidak mempunyai perkaitan dengan pemartabatan bahasa Melayu, kerana nama bahasa Melayu telah lebih dua alaf menjadi bahasa yang bermartabat dan menjadi tonggak tamadun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Untuk memartabatkan sesuatu bahasa, yang penting ialah usaha meluaskan penggunaannya dalam segala bidang kehidupan masyarakat, bukan menukar namanya," tegasnya lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penyandang pertama Kerusi Pengajian Melayu di Beijing Foreign Studies University (BFSU) ini juga berpendapat sebagai sinonim bagi bahasa Melayu, istilah bahasa Malaysia tidak salah digunakan, tetapi bukan untuk dirasmikan sebagai istilah pengganti bagi bahasa Melayu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tG9BXwf0cHs/RmjtAmZaolI/AAAAAAAABGU/IThTs7VIJDA/s1600-h/dr+awang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tG9BXwf0cHs/RmjtAmZaolI/AAAAAAAABGU/IThTs7VIJDA/s320/dr+awang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073565574795797074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimanapun katanya, Perlembagaan sebagai undang-undang tertinggi negara mesti dihormati kerana dalam Perlembagaan yang sah dan rasmi ialah 'bahasa Melayu'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jemaah Menteri pada April lalu mengambil keputusan menukarkan istilah bahasa Melayu kepada Bahasa Malaysia, dikatakan bertujuan mewujudkan semangat bahawa bahasa Malaysia milik semua tanpa mengira kaum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sehubungan itu, semua kementerian dan institusi pengajian tinggi (IPT) awam dan swasta diarah memaklumkan kepada jabatan serta agensi masing-masing untuk menggunakan istilah bahasa Malaysia dalam surat-menyurat, notis dan dokumen, berkuat kuasa serta-merta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timbalan Perdana Menteri, Datuk Seri Najib Tun Razak pula berkata, langkah itu juga bertepatan dengan hasrat kerajaan yang mahukan bahasa kebangsaan itu menjadi milik semua rakyat Malaysia serta bertujuan mengelakkan polemik daripada pihak yang menganggap ia hanya untuk kaum tertentu sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[credit to: encik Faisal Tehrani] : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-481437305948095?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/481437305948095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422427&amp;postID=481437305948095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/481437305948095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/481437305948095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/2007/06/bahasa-melayu-ke-bahasa-malaysia-entry.html' title='Bahasa Melayu ke Bahasa Malaysia?  entry ketinggalan zaman'/><author><name>asma'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01497657371471961963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/SDzZQveieUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mXql0O96pqE/S220/NL22IiDBSni_Nq-YWWiiww.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tG9BXwf0cHs/RmjtrWZaomI/AAAAAAAABGc/HXyK8MxbWEw/s72-c/utamakanBahasaMelayu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422427.post-3859980987626401525</id><published>2007-06-08T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T21:50:32.314+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artikel mengarut'/><title type='text'>Karam Singh Walia.. (Buang masa jer baca.penuh ngan karutan)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;eii...napela tangan die naik turun naik turun...papepun sebab trademark tue die terkenal pun. napelak tetibe cakap pasal KSW nie? coz ako dok tercangok depan tv ngok berite. setiap org mesti at least ade trademark die. datuk K sebab misai die, PM sebab hadhari, habiburahman s.razi sebab ayat-ayat cinta (fuhh..sedey2), aku? tolong jgn susah2 pk. aku mengarut je ni. nape la aku asik mngarut ni. aku nak quit keje. tapi tak sampai ati bila doc aku kata suh tolong die sampai projek dia abis plus ngan nada, tone and pitch rendah yang die gunakan. aku rasa frekuensi lebey sket jer dari nyamuknyer frekuensi ~ 40-100 desibel&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(dBA). &lt;/span&gt;ngarut kali kedua. dah lama tinggalkan fizik. subjek yang aku paling xminat walaupun cikgu die ensem dan baik ati. siap boleh buat beradu ngan nyenyak tanpa pape gangguan. cecikgu kat sek aku memang baik sangat walaupun kawan2 aku tido (termasuk aku la). aku amik 1/2 daripada 365 hari untuk faham slanga ckgu fizik aku.gink adalah logam.rerupanye zink.gelak jap.balik pasal cekgu kat sekolah aku yang memang xnak kejut bebudak yang tido sebab tue memang inheritence dari senior dedulu. kata mereka tak kejot pun, korang pandai. yang aku peliknyer, aku xpandai2 pon. nie semua salah senior2 aku dedulu yang suke tido tapi pandai. nainkali kalo pandai xyah tido.kesian kat orang yang tak pandai tapi suko tido.akulah orangnyer.aku ngarut kali ketiga. bulan 12 aku nak gie U.K. aku dah buat keputusan.tetap.tanpa pindaan. mesti ada org senyum baca nie. umi dan abah dah restui atas cadangan kami. kalo jadi, jadila. ngarut kali keempat. bile aku baca balik muqadimah aku, baru aku sedar yang aku nak cakap pasal nak quit keje. aku paling xsuke call2 org nie. macam la aku nak sangat call2 depa ni. aku ingat keje aku sebelum ni buat research jer tapi indah khbar dari rupe. lebey daripada tue kene buat. nak kene call org same ari2. xcampur ngn birokrasi government lagi.penat.letih.so exhausted. takpe2 banyak2 bersabar bak kata awak kan. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La Takhaf Wala Tahzan Innallaha Maana&lt;/span&gt;. k ja ada give aku buku tajuk macam nie as an advanced present untuk hadiah kawin (tipu je). buku die bagus. kalo aku rasa cam nak sedey je, cecepat aku amik baca buku ni. hilang sedey. cam amik ubat mesopothamine. lega terus. bile aku start xbuat keje siap ar kene ari isnin nie. mesti kene la cik asma' nih. nak lega nanti aku nak minum susu la 2 cawan ker bagi serotonin aku tinggi sket. biar senang aku sangap. ngarut kali keempat. abah cuti empat hari. aku pelik nape tak genapkan jer lima hari. bukankah Allah suka nombor ganjil? pelik untuk aku. tadapape yang pelik bagi abah aku. sibling2 aku enjoy la. dapat abiskan duit abah aku selama 4 hari. bukan senang. jarang sekali seperti ini datang. proposal presentation aku kene tunda lagi ke ari 18hb jun. tunda buat kali kedua. dapat bersedia lagi. harap-harap la. nape aku asik mengarut. gelap hati ni. lagho 24/7. mujur ada sahabat2 yang membantu dan yang rapat dengan ku. aku ingin biah yang solehah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/S: dapat voice recorder free ari ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-3859980987626401525?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/3859980987626401525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422427&amp;postID=3859980987626401525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/3859980987626401525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/3859980987626401525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/2007/06/karam-singh-walia-buang-masa-jer.html' title='Karam Singh Walia.. (Buang masa jer baca.penuh ngan karutan)'/><author><name>asma'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01497657371471961963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/SDzZQveieUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mXql0O96pqE/S220/NL22IiDBSni_Nq-YWWiiww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422427.post-1493224049217951050</id><published>2007-05-31T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T11:52:17.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/Rl5FOsH6OZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-g9PazFOjO4/s1600-h/Scenic001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070566349130578322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/Rl5FOsH6OZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-g9PazFOjO4/s200/Scenic001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"When you are courting a nice girl an hour seems like a second. When you sit on a red-hot cinder a second seems like an hour. That's relativity." "Why does this magnificent applied science, which saves work and makes life easier, bring us little happiness? The simple answer runs: because we have not yet learned to make sensible use of it." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"One friend in a lifetime is much; two are many; three are hardly possible." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*wink* juz give a deep thinking... life isnt it great??!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-1493224049217951050?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/1493224049217951050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422427&amp;postID=1493224049217951050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/1493224049217951050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/1493224049217951050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-you-are-courting-nice-girl-hour.html' title=''/><author><name>asma'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01497657371471961963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/SDzZQveieUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mXql0O96pqE/S220/NL22IiDBSni_Nq-YWWiiww.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/Rl5FOsH6OZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-g9PazFOjO4/s72-c/Scenic001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422427.post-8059392040368027612</id><published>2007-05-31T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T11:33:41.292+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tiada kene mengena dengan yg hidup atau yg meninggal dunia'/><title type='text'>Aint easy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/Rl5B3MH6OYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qRR4KNJ41xw/s1600-h/2006_10_10_top_munajat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070562646868769154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/Rl5B3MH6OYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qRR4KNJ41xw/s200/2006_10_10_top_munajat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/Rl5B3MH6OYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qRR4KNJ41xw/s1600-h/2006_10_10_top_munajat.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I got the letter from U.K, my heart went trembling. Your letter really had jeopardized me. Huh, I know your reading it; please give me time (huhuhu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ya Allah,&lt;br /&gt;jika saya jatuh cinta,&lt;br /&gt;cintakanlah saya pada seseorang yang melabuhkan cintanya pada-Mu,&lt;br /&gt;agar bertambah kekuatan ku untuk mencintai-Mu.&lt;br /&gt;Ya Muhaimin,&lt;br /&gt;jika saya jatuh cinta,&lt;br /&gt;jagalah cintaku padanya agar tidak melebihi cintaku pada-Mu Ya Allah,&lt;br /&gt;jika saya jatuh hati,&lt;br /&gt;izinkanlah saya menyentuh hati seseorang yang hatinya tertaut pada-Mu,&lt;br /&gt;agar tidak terjatuh saya dalam jurang cinta semu.&lt;br /&gt;Ya Rabbana,&lt;br /&gt;jika saya jatuh hati,&lt;br /&gt;jagalah hatiku padanya agar tidak berpaling pada hati-Mu.&lt;br /&gt;Ya Rabbul Izzati,&lt;br /&gt;jika saya rindu,&lt;br /&gt;rindukanlah saya pada seseorang yang merindui syahid di jalan-Mu.&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, jika saya rindu,&lt;br /&gt;jagalah rinduku padanya agar tidak lalai saya merindukan syurga-Mu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I’m having my 3 days so-called vacation. Wow, it’s a relief that I got the permission from my doc. I really gotta finish dis three days wif jam-packed, sky-scraping struggling effort in accomplishing my ‘mission’. I shud stop talk nonsense in my own blog. I had just gone through Sayyid Qutb’s Fi zilalil Quran (d one dat u gif me a couple month ago… did not have time to open it before). I just glanced at it until my eyes captures the ‘love letter’ on the ‘The Most High’. I really love this because I could memorize it;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the name of your Lord, the Most High,&lt;br /&gt;Who creates and proportions well&lt;br /&gt;Who determines and guides&lt;br /&gt;Who brings from the pasturage&lt;br /&gt;Then turns it into withered grass&lt;br /&gt;We shall teach you to read and you shall not forget&lt;br /&gt;Save what Allah wills. He knows what is manifest and what is kept hidden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And We shall smooth your way to perfect ease&lt;br /&gt;Give warning, therefore, if warning is of use.&lt;br /&gt;He who fears Allah will heed it&lt;br /&gt;But the most wretched will turn aside from it&lt;br /&gt;He shall be cast into the greatest fire&lt;br /&gt;In which he shall neither die nor live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prosperous is he who purifies himself&lt;br /&gt;And glorifies the name of his Lord and prays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet you prefer this present life&lt;br /&gt;While the life to come is better and longer lasting&lt;br /&gt;All this is surely written in earlier scriptures the scriptures of Abraham and Moses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imam Ahmad Ibn Hanbal has transmitted on the authority of Ali, the prophet’s cousin and companion that the Prophet used to love this surah. The famous traditionalist, Muslim, has also transmitted that the Prophet used to read this surah and surah 86, “The Enveloper”, in the prayers of Islamic festivals and in Friday prayers. If one of the festivals fell on a Friday, the Prophet would be sure to read these two surahs in the prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prophet is right to love this surah as it turns the whole universe into a temple whose four corners echo the praises and glorification of His Lord the Most High “Praise the name of your Lord, the Most High, Who creates and proportions well, Who determines and guides, Who brings from the pasturage, Then turns it into withered grass” The rhythm of the surah, characterized by the long vowels with which each of its verses ends, imparts a feeling of the praises echoed everywhere in the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continue…. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-8059392040368027612?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/8059392040368027612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422427&amp;postID=8059392040368027612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/8059392040368027612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/8059392040368027612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/2007/05/aint-easy.html' title='Aint easy...'/><author><name>asma'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01497657371471961963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/SDzZQveieUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mXql0O96pqE/S220/NL22IiDBSni_Nq-YWWiiww.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/Rl5B3MH6OYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/qRR4KNJ41xw/s72-c/2006_10_10_top_munajat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422427.post-5047770727787152158</id><published>2007-05-23T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T09:23:45.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog kene block...</title><content type='html'>UPM evil sgt2x.. xley masuk blog dah. kene redirect masuk UPM nyer website. tahpape..dah xder keje kot UPM nih. ke takut ngan suara2 bebas yg dilontarkan oleh bebudak yg fhm erti rights. ntahla..yg depa dok kalut lagu tue pun taktau nape. awat takut sangat ka...??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-5047770727787152158?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/5047770727787152158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422427&amp;postID=5047770727787152158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/5047770727787152158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/5047770727787152158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-kene-block.html' title='Blog kene block...'/><author><name>asma'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01497657371471961963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/SDzZQveieUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mXql0O96pqE/S220/NL22IiDBSni_Nq-YWWiiww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422427.post-7213373435177193511</id><published>2007-04-08T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T14:20:05.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELp ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KANAK-KANAK HILANG &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050936234296357698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/RhiHvnxiM0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/yAfUdYTHslk/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Hilang pada 31/03/2007 (Sabtu) lebih kurang jam 2.00 ptg di SOGO.&lt;br /&gt;• Bernama Muhammad Nazrin dan berusia 4 tahun 10 bulan.&lt;br /&gt;• Sewaktu hilang berbaju kemeja kelabu (kotak) &amp;amp; seluar jeans biru.&lt;br /&gt;• Sekiranya mempunyai maklumat, mohon hubungi:-&lt;br /&gt;EN. SHAMSUL (012-509 0451)&lt;br /&gt;PN. NOR AMIZAH (012-374 9647)&lt;br /&gt;Atau mana-mana Balai Polis berhampiran. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-7213373435177193511?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/7213373435177193511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422427&amp;postID=7213373435177193511&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/7213373435177193511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/7213373435177193511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/2007/04/help.html' title='HELp ....'/><author><name>asma'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01497657371471961963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/SDzZQveieUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mXql0O96pqE/S220/NL22IiDBSni_Nq-YWWiiww.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/RhiHvnxiM0I/AAAAAAAAAAc/yAfUdYTHslk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422427.post-3871696429117380537</id><published>2007-04-08T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T13:37:32.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy + x tau maLU...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;my mother says dat im dat girl who x reti nak malu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(klakar jiddan2x...guling2 aku mase mak aku cakap cam tuh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i hope dat those iranians doesnt noe bout my blog... btw, who ever read my blog??? -silence-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;those iranians cook their lunch and invited me to join them..so, wif dis so-called muke xtau malu (my mum cakapla) PROUDLY join them.. i had spaghetti and &lt;em&gt;zhulich pholo &lt;/em&gt;(rice+d fruits named zhuilich). but i couldnt finish it.. who can finish dat large portion of dish.. but, those iranian can!! but &lt;em&gt;kurus keding jer badan. &lt;/em&gt;maybe the metabolism have been an angel to them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i struggle like crazy to finish it...by d end, i suffered a stomach ache. d reason my mother calls me like dat coz i didnt offer them any lunch at all. how cud i suppose 2 do like dat? i didnt cook at all... it always happen to  be like dis during the weekends.. i'm happy coz i do not haf 2 worry bout wat to cook, or where 2 go to keep my tank full...thank goodness, i haf my private chefs at hostel... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-3871696429117380537?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/3871696429117380537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422427&amp;postID=3871696429117380537&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/3871696429117380537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/3871696429117380537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/2007/04/yummy-x-tau-malu.html' title='Yummy + x tau maLU...'/><author><name>asma'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01497657371471961963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/SDzZQveieUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mXql0O96pqE/S220/NL22IiDBSni_Nq-YWWiiww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422427.post-4184751706141370748</id><published>2007-04-08T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T11:18:24.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Kpd gadis2 di luar sane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Message: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Pesanan Penting:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Menurut laporan Polis seorang wanita telah dirogololeh 5 lelaki disebuah kelab malam di Singapurapada malam Sabtu sebelum ditinggalkan.Wanita tersebut tidak berupaya untuk mengingatikejadian malam tersebut, namun ujianmengesahkan bahawa beliau telah dirogol berulangkali dengan kesan rohypnol di dalam darahnya danprogestrex, sejenis pil "mencuci" yang kecil.&lt;br /&gt;Dadah tersebut kini digunakan oleh perogol-perogol dan kemudian "mencuci" mereka.&lt;br /&gt;Progesterex dibekalkan kepada para Doktorhaiwan untuk"mencuci"haiwan besar.Khabarnya Progesterex digunakan bersamaRohypnol, sebagai dadah "Dating" dan rogol.&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang mereka perlu lakukan ialah menitiskanRohypnol ke dalam minuman si gadis, mangsatersebut tidak akan ingat apa-apa pun esokpaginya, apa yang berlaku kepadanya sepanjangmalam tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;Progesterex amat senang larut dalam minuman,akan "mencuci" agar simangsa tidak akanmengandung akibat dari perkosaan tersebut dansiperogol tidak bimbang untuk perlu menjalaniujian air mani dan DNA kemudian.&lt;br /&gt;Kesan dadah ini adalah K*E*K*A*L terhadap simangsa. Prodesterex asalnya adalah untukmemandulkan kuda, Mana-mana wanita yangmengambilnya TIDAK AKAN MENGANDUNGSAMPAI BILA-BILA.&lt;br /&gt;Si durjana boleh memperolehi dadah ini bolehmendapatkan dadah ini daripusat haiwan atau mana-mana universiti, dan iadiramalkan akan digunakan dengan berleluasa dikampus-kampus.&lt;br /&gt;Tolong edarkan maklumat ini kepada semua yanganda kenali, terutama teman wanita dan gadisremaja.&lt;br /&gt;Berwaspada apabila anda keluar, jangan biarkanminuman anda terbiar tanpa dijaga oleh orangyang anda percayai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Azila Bakri,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Social Worker,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All Women's Action Society (AWAM )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050890222311715634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/Rhhd5XxiMzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ugaY8DJ9ZZQ/s200/03_03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;p/s: men become wiser by thinking...so jus use ur li'l brain to think more deeper on ur life vision? better to make it more balance wif d medula oblongata... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-4184751706141370748?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/4184751706141370748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422427&amp;postID=4184751706141370748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/4184751706141370748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/4184751706141370748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/2007/04/kpd-gadis2-di-luar-sane-message-pesanan.html' title=''/><author><name>asma'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01497657371471961963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/SDzZQveieUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mXql0O96pqE/S220/NL22IiDBSni_Nq-YWWiiww.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/Rhhd5XxiMzI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ugaY8DJ9ZZQ/s72-c/03_03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422427.post-2078330888070524950</id><published>2007-04-07T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T00:02:14.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wats Going on??</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;dis is d answer for those who kept asking me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;there is no answer for it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050664457355801378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/RheQkHxiMyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K03XB7TwlZQ/s320/naruto_high_schoolers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;yeah..d anime i used to be addicted wif besides penyiasat remaja, detective conan and lots more.. now, those comic stuff that i kept in my boookshelf had been a "diseased" to my mom.. she's so sick yelling to my lil bro &amp;amp; sis to stop reading dat kinda stuff. lucky for me coz im d scorer during my old-schooldays.. but dats not fair enuf, they got 2 buy d ps2, gameboy, a huge bundle of Arena (if im not mistaken) and not to forget those Kreko...where did they got all this money to buy?? im wandering..is dat the reason why my money in my purse always like 'M.I.A'?? ohh, gosh.. those naughty lil brats...but spending time wif them alwayz enlighten my day.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-2078330888070524950?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ebrowse.bluehyppo.com/index_nst.asp' title='wats Going on??'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/2078330888070524950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422427&amp;postID=2078330888070524950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/2078330888070524950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/2078330888070524950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/2007/04/wats-going-on.html' title='wats Going on??'/><author><name>asma'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01497657371471961963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/SDzZQveieUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mXql0O96pqE/S220/NL22IiDBSni_Nq-YWWiiww.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/RheQkHxiMyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K03XB7TwlZQ/s72-c/naruto_high_schoolers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422427.post-1199105057194243998</id><published>2007-04-07T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T20:27:55.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muahaha...</title><content type='html'>if u click d link, it will lead u to a nice website. try it or u regret it. huhu..i feel bad!! yeah, i didnt show up for d program. i regret it but its useless dough.. i didnt meant it for not going. it jus dat... well, i try my best for d next coming program. thumbs up for those who did really great for being the FC..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-1199105057194243998?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.medscape.com/viewarticle/497826' title='Muahaha...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/1199105057194243998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422427&amp;postID=1199105057194243998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/1199105057194243998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/1199105057194243998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/2007/04/muahaha.html' title='Muahaha...'/><author><name>asma'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01497657371471961963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/SDzZQveieUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mXql0O96pqE/S220/NL22IiDBSni_Nq-YWWiiww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422427.post-2172160534745509874</id><published>2007-04-07T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T20:10:49.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Read it..worth it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cahaya-jingga.blogspot.com/2007/03/why-hijab.html"&gt;why HIJAB??&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"I'm so tired"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tired of what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Of all these people judging me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who judged you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Like that woman, every time I sit with her, she tells me to wear hijab."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, hijab and music! The mother of all topics!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Yeah! I listen to music without hijab. Haha!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe she was just giving you advice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"I don't need her advice. I know my religion. Can't she mind her own business?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe you misunderstood. She was just being nice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Keeping out of my business, that would be nice..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But it's her duty to encourage you do to good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Trust me. That was no encouragement. And what do you mean 'good'?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, wearing hijab, that would be a good thing to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Says who?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's in the Qur'an, isn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Yes. She did quote me something."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She said Surah an-Nur, and other places of the Qur'an."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Yes, but it's not a big sin anyway. Helping people and praying is more important."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"True. But big things start with small things."&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;That's a good point, but what you wear is not important. What's important is to have a good healthy heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What you wear is not important?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"That's what I said."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then why do you spend an hour every morning fixing up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"What do you mean?""You spend money on cosmetics, not to mention all the time you spend on fixing your hair and low- carb dieting."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So?""So, your appearance is important."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"No. I said wearing hijab is not an important thing in religion."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If it's not an important thing in religion, why is it mentioned in the Holy Qur'an?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"You know I can't follow all that's in Qur'an."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You mean God tells you something to do, you disobey and then it's OK?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Yes. God is forgiving."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God is forgiving to those who repent and do not repeat their mistakes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Says who?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Says the same book that tells you to cover."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"But I don't like hijab, it limits my freedom."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But the lotions, lipsticks, mascara and other cosmetics set you free?! What's your definition of freedom anyway?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Freedom is in doing whatever you like to do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. Freedom is in doing the right thing, not in doing whatever we wishto do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Look! I've seen so many people who don't wear hijab and are nice people, and so many who wear hijab and are bad people."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what? There are people who are nice to you but are alcoholic. Should we all be alcoholics? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You made a stupid point."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"I don't want to be an extremist or a fanatic. I'm OK the way I am without hijab."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then you are a secular fanatic. An extremist in disobeying God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"You don't get it, if I wear hijab, who would marry me?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So all these people with hijab never get married?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Okay! Wha t if I get married and my husband doesn't l i ke it? And wants me to remove it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if your husband wants you to go out with him on a bank robbery?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"That's irrelevant, bank robbery is a crime."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Disobeying your Creator is not a crime?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"But then who would hire me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A company that respects people for who they are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Not after 9-11"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. After 9-11. Don't you know about Hanan who just got into med school?And the other one, what was her name, the girl who always wore a white hijab. Ummm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Yasmeen?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. Yasmeen. She just finished her MBA and is now interning for GE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Why do you reduce religion to a piece of cloth anyway?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you reduce womanhood to high heals and lipstick colours?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"You didn't answer my question."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In fact, I did. Hijab is not just a piece of cloth. It is obeying God in a difficult environment. It is courage, faith in action, and true womanhood. But your short sleeves, tight pants."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"That's called 'fashion', you live in a cave or something? First of all, hijab was founded by men who wanted to control women."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really? I did not know men could control women by hijab."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Yes. That's what it is."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about the women who fight their husbands to wear hijab? And women in France who are forced to remove their hijab by men? What do you say about that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Well, that's different."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What difference? The woman who asked you to wear hijab. She was a woman, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Right, but."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But fashions that are designed and promoted by male-dominated corporations, set you free? Men have no control on exposing women and using them as a commodity?! Give me a break!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Wait, let me finish, I was saying."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Saying what? You think that men control women by hijab?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Yes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Specifically how?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"By te lling women how and what to wear, dummy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Doesn't TV, magazines and movies tell you what t o wear, and how to be 'attractive' ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Of course, it's fashion."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Isn't that control? Pressuring you to wear what they want you to wear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Silence"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just controlling you, but also controlling the market."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"What do you mean?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I mean, you are told to look skinny and anorexic like that woman on the cover of the magazine, by men who design those magazines and sell those products."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"I don't get it. What does hijab have to do with products."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It has everything to do with that. Don't you see? Hijab is a threat to consumerism, women who spend billions of dollars to look skinny and live by standards of fashion designed by men.and then here is Islam, saying trash all that nonsense and focus on your soul, not on your looks, and do not worry what men think of your looks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Like I don't have to buy hijab? Isn't hijab a product?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, it is. It is a product that sets you free from male-dominatedconsumerism ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Stop lecturing me! I WILL NOT WEAR HIJAB! It is awkward, outdated, and totally not suitable for this society... Moreover, I am only 20 and too young to wear hijab!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine. Say that to your Lord, when you face Him on Judgment Day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Fine."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine.&lt;br /&gt;"Silence"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Shut up and I don't want to hear more about hijab niqab schmijab Punjab!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence.She stared at the mirror, tired of arguing with herself all this time.Successful enough, she managed to shut the voices in her head, with her own opinions triumphant in victory on the matter, and a final modern decision accepted by the society, rejected by the Faith:Yes to curls or blowed dried hair, no to hijab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;credit to e'in. got dis material from her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;its not easy to face d reality of dis so-called globalized world.. feel sad when i glanced through the pic of my family. how it will be for d next generation???suffering through dis duniawi stuff n forget the Al-Mighty..nauzubillah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-2172160534745509874?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.cahaya-jingga.blogspot.com/' title='Read it..worth it'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/2172160534745509874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422427&amp;postID=2172160534745509874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/2172160534745509874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/2172160534745509874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-hijab-im-so-tired-tired-of-what-of.html' title='Read it..worth it'/><author><name>asma'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01497657371471961963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/SDzZQveieUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mXql0O96pqE/S220/NL22IiDBSni_Nq-YWWiiww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422427.post-1514443600606883671</id><published>2007-04-07T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T19:37:19.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ThAnXX a LOt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Whow..wat a big hit!! ur jeopardizing me rite now.. i cant make any decision wif all things keep banging into my head. i hope time can be a good remedy for dis situation..insyallah. well, THANKS A LOT 4 D ADVISES... it aint easy... why u haf to say it???why??? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, a nice farewell to u..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-1514443600606883671?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://scholar.google.com/' title='ThAnXX a LOt...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/1514443600606883671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422427&amp;postID=1514443600606883671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/1514443600606883671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/1514443600606883671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/2007/04/thanxx-lot.html' title='ThAnXX a LOt...'/><author><name>asma'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01497657371471961963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/SDzZQveieUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mXql0O96pqE/S220/NL22IiDBSni_Nq-YWWiiww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422427.post-117078112900944947</id><published>2007-02-07T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T00:58:49.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HuHH???</title><content type='html'>Tuesday, February 6, 2007&lt;br /&gt;5.47pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh.. Today, I’m back at home; my beloved hostel. I really need to focus on my research.  I hope and pray for the postgraduate scheme that I had applied. I really need it for my master. Just now, I had sent my resume for the R.A or G.R.A application in the Gerontology Institute. I hope too that I can get it. I am a bit worry about that matter. The second thing that really matter me is my research method class. I really feel a bit nervous when it comes to the day of the class. You really wonder why, maybe. It is because of Prof Turiman, the lecturer in charge of that class. He likes to ask the students and me myself is a so called nervous person when it comes to questions waiting for an intellectual answer. The thing that I really wish now is to get a good grade in this semester and also a financial support for my study. I feel sleepy right now. I’ve got to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Asma’)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-117078112900944947?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/117078112900944947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422427&amp;postID=117078112900944947&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/117078112900944947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/117078112900944947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/2007/02/huhh.html' title='HuHH???'/><author><name>asma'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01497657371471961963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/SDzZQveieUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mXql0O96pqE/S220/NL22IiDBSni_Nq-YWWiiww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422427.post-117078108380250152</id><published>2007-02-07T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T00:58:03.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Back to Work</title><content type='html'>Saturday, February 3, 2007&lt;br /&gt;8.37pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I had managed to read about 3 articles. It’s superb even though it’s only three articles. At least I read. I thought I want to continue reading this morning but I had some events today. My old friend, Diyana (coursemate plus KBM’s member in UPM) had drop by to my house. She had to attend for PTD examination in SK JLN 3, which happens to be very near to my house. I had offered her lunch. Surprisingly, Wani too came along (my course mate plus my KBM’s member too) to my house for lunch. We had a small chat about our life. I also had gone for the ‘religion lecture’ (oh God, what’s the term used to call ceramah?). The lecture was nicely delivered by Ustaz Mahathir. It was all abut Maal Hijrah. One of his concerns is that, people nowadays are more particular about Amar Ma’ruf but less emphasize on the Nahi Munkar. We must have this two to be balance. The concept must be equally applied, not just by choosing one of it.  Furthermore, he said that even though our Prophet, Nabi Muhammad SAW couldn’t read what is written down but he can read what is not written. As you can see, before Nabi Muhammad came to be the Nabi, he had isolated himself from the Quraisysh villagers. Every morning, he went alone to the Jablun Hira’. He purposely did that because he was confused and thinking about the people around him. Why there’s a lot of corruption, and many bad things happened? There must be something wrong but he didn’t know what it was. Yup, it really made me think a lot. So, it can be used to compare in our world today. Why all this bad things become to conquer the world silently? Is it because the nation leaders? The lacking of Islam value in the new generation? I don’t know. I’ve got to go now. My mom is beside me and I have to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wanna be me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Asma’)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-117078108380250152?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/117078108380250152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422427&amp;postID=117078108380250152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/117078108380250152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/117078108380250152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/2007/02/getting-back-to-work.html' title='Getting Back to Work'/><author><name>asma'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01497657371471961963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/SDzZQveieUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mXql0O96pqE/S220/NL22IiDBSni_Nq-YWWiiww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422427.post-117078098917053666</id><published>2007-02-07T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T00:56:29.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>todAy</title><content type='html'>Wednesday, January 31, 2007&lt;br /&gt;1.54pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I’m very glad and praise my syukur to Allah the Almighty because I can still breathe the air. Alhamdulillah. I just came back from my master room in the 7th floor. As for master and PhD students, we are provided our own table equipped with internet connection. That’s make our research more easy. I had some small talk with E’in (my master colleague) this morning. She had told me something interesting on the comparison of between Islam with other religions, which she had attended the forum last weekends. It was delivered by brother Lim (had converted to Islam the last 10 years). We had discussed on how to answer back questions from the Christian especially from the missionaries. The major conclusion from the talk is to gain more and more knowledge in all disciplinary. Now I’m getting ready to go to my Statistical for Social Science class by Associate Professor Dr Bahaman. The class will be at 3 o’clock in the evening. It is quite an interesting class where I learn back my stats during my undergraduate. I better get going because I have to have a ‘compulsory’ bath first. Is it called the compulsory bath? I really do not know the exact terms used for it. And not to forget, I have planned to do some research on my problem statement and my objectives and also the instrument that can be used to evaluate the subject. What a thrill! I hope that I can publish at least 1 article during my master. I will do so as Dr Vijay Kumar (lecturer from the Bahasa and Modern Faculty) advised to. Besides that, I have to ask Pn Nawal for the endorsement of my supervisory committee. I hope all of it can be settle by this Friday. I have to stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Asma’)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-117078098917053666?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/117078098917053666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422427&amp;postID=117078098917053666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/117078098917053666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/117078098917053666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/2007/02/today.html' title='todAy'/><author><name>asma'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01497657371471961963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/SDzZQveieUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mXql0O96pqE/S220/NL22IiDBSni_Nq-YWWiiww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422427.post-117078091520591371</id><published>2007-02-07T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T00:55:15.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back again</title><content type='html'>Tuesday, January 30, 2007&lt;br /&gt;10.21pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to open a new book again in my life. All my effort in jotting down my daily life journal had truly gone after that damn little bad virus attacked my notebook. All of a sudden, my notebook started to *blink-blink and getting very slow indeed and lastly, it went comma. After the comp-medical treatment, all my valuable stored items in the note book had vanished including my lovely pictures during my convocation and also my e-life journal of myself. I feel very terrible on that incident. After that case, I had learned an important lesson; always back up your files Asma’. No one will know what will be happen in the future. Right? Yes, ma’am. So, where am I going to start? Oh, yes. I’m now during my master science in nutrition. I just registered my master in the early of this January after making a quite hard decision. Finally, I selected UPM instead of UKM after making consideration of the pro’s and cons of it. Well, here I am. Absolutely, I’m in the UPM again. Maybe it is fated by Allah that I will be in UPM. Hopefully, that I may graduated successfully for my master and pursue my PhD. I’m waiting for the post graduate scheme, which will be announced the list of achievers by this middle of February. I hope that I could make it. I really need the scholarship in pursuing my studies because my supervisor, Puan Nawalyah does not any grant yet. In the meantime, I had applied for the JPA scholarship. So, I’m in the waiting status. Just be patient and hope for the best. But, I cannot run away from a bit jealousy with those who got to be GRA or RA under any supervisor (that has huge amounts of grants or science fund). Furthermore, they also had applied for the post graduate scheme too. That’s not fair. But I cannot do anything and just have to wait for the results. I pray for success and all my friends too. Not to forget, I had just attend welcoming reception and oath taking ceremony today, which was held at the Great Hall, Sultan Salahuddin Abdul Aziz Shah Art and Culture Centre. It purposely held to welcome the new graduate students (referring to myself too) second semester, 2006/2007.I’m now in my beloved room in the 17th college. It’s wonderful because I have my own privacy bedroom, which I do not need to share with someone else. I love it. I am supposed to accomplish my huge bundles of assignments but I do not have the mood to do so. Isn’t that lazy? Very bad attitude of mine. Study according to mood. But I will change it soon after I get through the research process, which will be starting by next week. I’m just jotting all my daily activity because I do not what to do right now. I am not used yet with my bedroom. It’s normal for me to feel hardly to sleep in a new place on the 1st night. For the solution, I kept myself sleepy by typing all this stuff. I just remembered my past days in Prima Agri’s. It was first experience in working. Prima’s had taught me a lot on the definition of working. I make new friends, I learned to be more self independent, making critical decision, learn to handle with person, and learn to manage people, learn about quality control, learn about auditing and learn to care about others. My boss, Cik Wan Norhayati was such a nice, caring, matured and confident person. I do love her work desire and her workable, generating ideas throughout the work life. Miss all of them especially from the Quality Assurance (QA department staff). I think I stop here first because I feel a bit sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Asma’)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-117078091520591371?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/117078091520591371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422427&amp;postID=117078091520591371&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/117078091520591371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/117078091520591371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/2007/02/back-again.html' title='Back again'/><author><name>asma'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01497657371471961963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/SDzZQveieUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mXql0O96pqE/S220/NL22IiDBSni_Nq-YWWiiww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422427.post-115840274324588067</id><published>2006-09-16T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T18:32:23.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Convocation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4/1922/1600/Picture%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4/1922/320/Picture%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me wif mum 'n dad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-115840274324588067?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/115840274324588067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422427&amp;postID=115840274324588067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/115840274324588067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/115840274324588067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/2006/09/real-convocation.html' title='Real Convocation...'/><author><name>asma'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01497657371471961963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/SDzZQveieUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mXql0O96pqE/S220/NL22IiDBSni_Nq-YWWiiww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422427.post-115798303389281625</id><published>2006-09-11T21:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T22:08:39.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>counting my convo day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4/1922/1600/volumen_control_2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4/1922/320/volumen_control_2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4/1922/1600/cd_audio.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4/1922/320/cd_audio.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel a bit happy today...my boss, Cik Wan has visited or in other words, spot check me during my outgoing inspection... i really enjoyed and appreaciated her as my boss. she has taught me lots of stuff about the duties, life and many more... its making me more hard in deciding to resign from the work...&lt;br /&gt;why i put da pic above?? i really dream of having a mp4 for myself..wish somebody would kindly give it as my birthday present or my convo gift..hahaha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-115798303389281625?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/115798303389281625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422427&amp;postID=115798303389281625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/115798303389281625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/115798303389281625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/2006/09/counting-my-convo-day_11.html' title='counting my convo day...'/><author><name>asma'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01497657371471961963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/SDzZQveieUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mXql0O96pqE/S220/NL22IiDBSni_Nq-YWWiiww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422427.post-115790655646066606</id><published>2006-09-11T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T00:42:36.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TestiNG...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4/1922/1600/qq%20(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="185" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4/1922/320/qq%20%281%29.jpg" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4/1922/1600/qq%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4/1922/320/qq%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4/1922/1600/Picture%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4/1922/320/Picture%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hahhaha...after uploading 'da pic, i found dat how &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stupid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was i to wear the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wrongly...!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;juz a short entry...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i gladly put some pic of my lil' bro.. how naughty they are!! tomorrow is working day...emm..i'll be start working as usual tomorrow after only a day break! i feel badly exhausted..working days seems to be a hectic days for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-115790655646066606?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/' title='TestiNG...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/115790655646066606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422427&amp;postID=115790655646066606&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/115790655646066606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/115790655646066606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/2006/09/testing.html' title='TestiNG...'/><author><name>asma'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01497657371471961963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/SDzZQveieUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mXql0O96pqE/S220/NL22IiDBSni_Nq-YWWiiww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422427.post-115725655973166655</id><published>2006-09-03T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T12:09:19.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WoRk LoAd...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4/1922/1600/big-family-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4/1922/320/big-family-D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emmm...a long hibernation i have to admit. it's hard to believe that i have already working for 2 month. it's really an interesting valuable experience to go through. i dunno whether i wanna continue my study this november or keep working...i'm in a dilemma!!huhuhu..i think i might just further my study 'coz dat is my dream..i really wanna struggle hard to gain the Phd..not &lt;em&gt;perangai hasad dengki &lt;/em&gt;kay!!hehehe...working is actually a new world for me. i learned to be more patient, systematic, sweet talker (hahaha..), independent and lots more. i figured out the way to adapt in this new environment. actually i learned how to be a hipocrete (is the spelling right?)...not to be myself!! i have to act different ways with different people. good, nice attitude infront the boss but nasty (not the so-nasty) with the colleuges.. i enjoyed working there but i cannot stand the working hour day...i have to go home late and work until saturday.... (i hate thatttttt!!!) my damn life is easily poured into a life called working. no more t.v's, play station, hanging out wif friends, shopping, novel... all is just work now!! now, i really noe the meaning of working...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;above is da picture of k nim (my roomate in UPM) during her convocation...also k ja, lela and k nims family...congratulation to k nim. mine will be on this september. couldnt wait for da big day...huhuhu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-115725655973166655?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/115725655973166655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422427&amp;postID=115725655973166655&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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href="http://darikuuntukmu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lepaskan Aku Dari Hatimu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-114136501439346783?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://darikuuntukmu.blogspot.com/' title='Lepaskan Aku Dari Hatimu'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/114136501439346783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422427&amp;postID=114136501439346783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/114136501439346783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/114136501439346783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/2006/03/lepaskan-aku-dari-hatimu.html' title='Lepaskan Aku Dari Hatimu'/><author><name>asma'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01497657371471961963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/SDzZQveieUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mXql0O96pqE/S220/NL22IiDBSni_Nq-YWWiiww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422427.post-113976115517184737</id><published>2006-02-13T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T00:19:15.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bile exam menjelma...</title><content type='html'>fuhh...mata aku memang cepat allergic kalau sampai bab baca buku berilmiah&lt;br /&gt;tapi alahan x pernah berlaku bila aku baca komik-komik jepun yang aku suka tuh...nape3x?? ubatnyer, aku bukaklah internet...pastu bukak blogger...pastu create n3 baru...pastu mula merepek kat n3 baru... macam yg aku tgh buat skarang!! memang melayu mudah lupe dan cepat malas. tapi aku bukan melayu tulen..sebab ader campur... konklusinyer, aku tak malaslah. aku cume cepat alah jer. aku baru lepas baca one of my enjoyable e-novel yang dibikin oleh hlovate about sumthing tentang &lt;a href="http://hlovatulis.blogdrive.com/"&gt;rooftap rant&lt;/a&gt;. quite interesting!!die memang hebat kalau berkarya. thumbs up untuk die..kalau korang nak tau, pergila baca..aku malas nak elobrate!! bout a bad life of a girl that attempts to kill herself couples of times...talking in the sense that she is Islam...Why did this happen?? baca sendiri!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-113976115517184737?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/113976115517184737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/SDzZQveieUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mXql0O96pqE/S220/NL22IiDBSni_Nq-YWWiiww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422427.post-113973887475585245</id><published>2006-02-12T17:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T18:07:54.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long hibernation..pergh!!</title><content type='html'>it seems it takes time for me to update this cuty muty blog...&lt;br /&gt;yup...it's my final semester&lt;br /&gt;so, lot of things to be settle down&lt;br /&gt;and ive just finished reading the &lt;a href="http://www.ujanailmu.com.my/pd_jiwa.cfm"&gt;Jiwa Kacau &lt;/a&gt;book that consist the so-called famous blog entries... yeah, they're kinda intelectual in doing their writings...&lt;br /&gt;i love  most the entry by &lt;a href="http://jongkang.blogspot.com/"&gt;mat jan&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;kinda funny n have its on meaning...&lt;br /&gt;emm...&lt;br /&gt;last but  not least,&lt;br /&gt;salam maal hijrah&lt;br /&gt;1427&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-113973887475585245?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/113973887475585245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422427&amp;postID=113973887475585245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/113973887475585245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/113973887475585245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/2006/02/long-hibernationpergh_113973887475585245.html' title='Long hibernation..pergh!!'/><author><name>asma'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01497657371471961963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/SDzZQveieUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mXql0O96pqE/S220/NL22IiDBSni_Nq-YWWiiww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422427.post-113973887425435966</id><published>2006-02-12T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T18:07:54.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long hibernation..pergh!!</title><content type='html'>it seems it takes time for me to update this cuty muty blog...&lt;br /&gt;yup...it's my final semester&lt;br /&gt;so, lot of things to be settle down&lt;br /&gt;and ive just finished reading the &lt;a href="http://www.ujanailmu.com.my/pd_jiwa.cfm"&gt;Jiwa Kacau &lt;/a&gt;book that consist the so-called famous blog entries... yeah, they're kinda intelectual in doing their writings...&lt;br /&gt;i love  most the entry by &lt;a href="http://jongkang.blogspot.com/"&gt;mat jan&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;kinda funny n have its on meaning...&lt;br /&gt;emm...&lt;br /&gt;last but  not least,&lt;br /&gt;salam maal hijrah&lt;br /&gt;1427&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-113973887425435966?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/113973887425435966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422427&amp;postID=113973887425435966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/113973887425435966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/113973887425435966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/2006/02/long-hibernationpergh_12.html' title='Long hibernation..pergh!!'/><author><name>asma'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01497657371471961963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/SDzZQveieUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mXql0O96pqE/S220/NL22IiDBSni_Nq-YWWiiww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422427.post-113523022734292681</id><published>2005-12-22T13:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T13:43:47.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4/1922/1600/Teddybear1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="64" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4/1922/320/Teddybear1024.jpg" width="63" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22nd December 2005&lt;br /&gt;1.38pm&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku Kejar MardhotiLlah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dikala datang menjengah mentari sepenggalah waktu dhuha,&lt;br /&gt;Terdetik di sanubari hina untuk seketika bersama,&lt;br /&gt;Untuk sujud kepada-Mu setelah lamanya aku leka,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku bingkas bangun meninggalkan urusan duniaku,&lt;br /&gt;Ku berhati-hati serta tertib mengambil wudhu’ku,&lt;br /&gt;Ku kibas bentang lurus sejadahku,&lt;br /&gt;Ku menghadap qiblat lantas mengangkat tinggi takbirku pada-Mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiada lain yang ku kejar melainkan redha-Mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah seketika selesai ku solatkan solat dhuha,&lt;br /&gt;Hati batu ini terpanggil untuk sujud semula,&lt;br /&gt;Ku ringankan tubuh turuti sujud nan meminta,&lt;br /&gt;Sekadar mengulangi pintaan jarang seorang hamba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiada lain yang ku kejar melainkan redha-Mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku pohon Kau selamatkanlah kawan, sahabatku,&lt;br /&gt;Ku minta Kau bahagiakanlah antara ahli keluargaku,&lt;br /&gt;Ku pinta Kau sejahterakanlah dunia-akhiratku,&lt;br /&gt;Ku doa agar Kau permudahkan urusan memartabatkan agama-Mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiada lain yang ku kejar melainkan redha-Mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si riak Hati Hitam pun mula menyusun bicara,&lt;br /&gt;Pilu mengenang jasad tuan nya tak layak ke Syurga,&lt;br /&gt;Melainkan keinsafan yang dititiskan dek air Mata,&lt;br /&gt;Kata-Nya mampu padamkan api pembakar jasad Neraka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiada lain yang ku kejar melainkan redha-Mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ku sedar hina sedari mula di sisi-Mu,&lt;br /&gt;Ku sedar terlalu banyak dosaku pada-Mu,&lt;br /&gt;Ku sedar diri payah istiqamah di jalan-Mu,&lt;br /&gt;Ku sedar takkan lama hidup atas dunia-Mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiada lain yang ku kejar melainkan redha-Mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudah lama ku hidup dalam noda lagho sia-sia,&lt;br /&gt;Jangan Kau ambil nyawa ini,&lt;br /&gt;Melain keadaannya dalam takwa,&lt;br /&gt;Jangan Kau biarkan sejuk jasad ini,&lt;br /&gt;Melain kan di medan jihad fi-sabiliLlah,&lt;br /&gt;Jangan Kau panggil ku kembali,&lt;br /&gt;Melain kan tiada manfaat buat diri ini atas dunia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiada lain yang ku kejar melainkan redha-Mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inilah dia di ikrarkan taubat nasuhaku,&lt;br /&gt;Dengan nama Allah,&lt;br /&gt;Ku tinggalkan maksiat ku lakukan persis di hadapan-Mu,&lt;br /&gt;Dengan nama Allah,&lt;br /&gt;Ku cuba sedaya istiqamah dalam amal ibadatku terhadap-Mu,&lt;br /&gt;Dengan nama Allah,&lt;br /&gt;Aku berusaha terus kekal dalam arena dakwah menyeru pentauhidan-Mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiada lain yang ku kejar melainkan redha-Mu&lt;br /&gt;Moga Kau kurniakan masa depan yang baik bagi ku untuk dimanfaatkan kepada ummah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiada lain yang ku kejar melainkan redha-Mu&lt;br /&gt;Moga Kau kurniakan tempat yang baik bagi ku untuk dimanfaatkan kepada ummah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiada lain yang ku kejar melainkan redha-Mu&lt;br /&gt;Moga Kau kurniakan peranan yang baik bagi ku untuk dimanfaatkan kepada ummah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiada lain yang ku kejar melainkan redha-Mu&lt;br /&gt;Moga kau sampaikan jua ku ke destinasi…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kekal abadi dengan redha-Mu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-113523022734292681?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/113523022734292681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422427&amp;postID=113523022734292681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/113523022734292681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/113523022734292681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/2005/12/22nd-december-2005-1_21.html' title=''/><author><name>asma'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01497657371471961963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/SDzZQveieUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mXql0O96pqE/S220/NL22IiDBSni_Nq-YWWiiww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422427.post-113522745912997439</id><published>2005-12-22T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T13:10:57.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pearl Habour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;juz wanna share some of my favourite song. (kinda'.hehehe...even this song a bit lagha). &lt;kinda'...hehehe.even&gt;but this song really inspired me. making me feel to work hard in my future...kukuku!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;kinda'...even&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;THERE YOU’LL BE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;By: Faith HillFrom: Pearl Harbor Soundtrack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;When I think back on these times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;And the dreams we left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'll be glad cause &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I was blessed to get to have you in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;When I look back on these days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I look and see your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;You were right there for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Chorus: In my dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'll always see you soar above the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;In my heart there'll always be a place for you for all my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'll keep a part of you with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;And everywhere I am there you'll be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;And everywhere I am there you'll be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;You know you showed me how it feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;to feel the sky within my reachand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I always will remember all the strength you gave to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;your love made me make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Oh, I owe so much to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;you were right there for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;In my dreams I'll always see you soar above the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;In my heart there'll always be a place for you for all my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'll keep a part of you with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;And everywhere I am there you'll be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Cause I always saw in you my light my strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;And I want to thank you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;for all the ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;you were right there for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;you were right there for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;In my dreams I'll always see you soar above the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;In my heart there'll always be a place for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;for all my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'll keep a part of you with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;And everywhere I am there you'll be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;And everywhere I am there you'll be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;There you'll beeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4/1922/320/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-113522745912997439?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/113522745912997439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422427&amp;postID=113522745912997439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/113522745912997439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/113522745912997439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/2005/12/pearl-habour.html' title='Pearl Habour'/><author><name>asma'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01497657371471961963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/SDzZQveieUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mXql0O96pqE/S220/NL22IiDBSni_Nq-YWWiiww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422427.post-113512469334094093</id><published>2005-12-22T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T08:24:53.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="verdana"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Oleh    : Ruuhil Haya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarikh : 26 Jun 2005, 8:52 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benar, ilmu itu ada di mana-mana. Ilmu akan diperolehi&lt;br /&gt;oleh sesiapa sahaja yang gemar memerhati dan berfikir&lt;br /&gt;akan pemerhatiannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti biasa rutinku, boarding the train to my&lt;br /&gt;workplace. Selalunya, untuk mengatasi kebosanan&lt;br /&gt;perjalanan itu aku memilih untuk tidur, atau sekadar&lt;br /&gt;memejamkan mata, berpura-pura tidur kerana tidak&lt;br /&gt;sanggup melihat aurat yang sengaja didedahkan. Semoga&lt;br /&gt;Allah memberi petunjuk kepada mereka. Penulisan kali&lt;br /&gt;ini bukan berkisar pada soal ini, tetapi ada satu&lt;br /&gt;perkara yang menarik perhatianku tadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadi aku memilih untuk tidak tidur tetapi membawa dua&lt;br /&gt;majalah untuk dibaca. Satu majalah Mingguan Famili dan&lt;br /&gt;satu lagi majalah Muslimah. Sedang ralit membaca satu&lt;br /&gt;artikel tentang Saidina Abu Bakar As Siddiq, tiba-tiba&lt;br /&gt;ada satu pasangan masuk lantas seorang gadis dan&lt;br /&gt;seorang pemuda bangun memberikan tempat duduk pada&lt;br /&gt;pasangan itu. Lagaknya macam pasangan istimewakan?&lt;br /&gt;Bagus juga pemuda dan pemudi itu. Berbudi bahasa. Si&lt;br /&gt;suami mendukung seorang anak perempuan yang serasaku&lt;br /&gt;mungkin belum boleh merangkak. Dia juga menggalas&lt;br /&gt;sebuah beg pakaian. Si isteri menggalas sebuah lagi&lt;br /&gt;beg pakaian dan beg tangannya. Isterinya duduk&lt;br /&gt;disebelahku. Anak yang comel, hampir semua yang ada di&lt;br /&gt;sekitar kawasan tempat duduk itu diam, seolah-olah&lt;br /&gt;memfokus perhatian kepada pasangan itu. Tidak kurang&lt;br /&gt;juga yang mengagah anak kecil comel itu, yang&lt;br /&gt;kadang-kadang tersenyum seolah faham agahan orang di&lt;br /&gt;sekelilingnya. Aku terus membaca. Mataku pada barisan&lt;br /&gt;ayat-ayat di majalah tetapi telingaku mencuri-curi&lt;br /&gt;mendengar perbualan pasangan istimewa itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada yang bisa ditangkap deria pendengaranku…ada yang&lt;br /&gt;tidak. Pelik, selalunya aku tidak ambil peduli apa&lt;br /&gt;yang orang lain buat atau bualkan. Tetapi pasangan ini&lt;br /&gt;benar-benar menarik perhatianku..dan juga orang-orang&lt;br /&gt;di sekeliling. Pasangan itu pula berbual-bual&lt;br /&gt;seolah-olah tiada yang memerhatikan mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pukul berapa sayang?”. Tanya si suami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si isteri lantas mengeluarkan jam tangan dari dalam&lt;br /&gt;beg tangannya, menekan punat pada jam itu,&lt;br /&gt;meletakkannya di telinga dan menjawab “nine thirty&lt;br /&gt;three bang”. “Ya?”. Sekali lagi diulang si isteri&lt;br /&gt;dengan nada mesra seperti jawapan pertama tadi “nine&lt;br /&gt;thirty three bang”. Suami angguk, tanda faham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesekali, si suami mengagah anak kecil comel itu,&lt;br /&gt;berkomunikasi dengan si anak. “Tengok atas ya?&lt;br /&gt;Lampu…lampu.” Mengajar anak yang belum mampu bertutur&lt;br /&gt;itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majalah ditutup setelah artikel itu usai dibaca. Ada&lt;br /&gt;yang lebih menarik perhatian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laparla bang?. Abang lapar tak?”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lapar?. Abang dah makan sikit tadi. Takpela…nanti kita&lt;br /&gt;makan dulu.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang-kadang aku menoleh ke arah mereka. Mereka tidak&lt;br /&gt;sedar itu. Nampak bahagia, walaupun pakaian dan&lt;br /&gt;beg-beg yang digalas itu menggambarkan mereka bukanlah&lt;br /&gt;pasangan yang kaya wang ringgit. Tapi mereka kaya&lt;br /&gt;kasih sayang. Mereka bukanlah pasangan yang kaya rupa&lt;br /&gt;tapi kaya budi bahasa. Rasa tersentuh hati mendengar&lt;br /&gt;bicara keduanya. Seolah cinta dan kasih sayang&lt;br /&gt;melimpah ruah antara keduanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terfikir di sudut hati. Teringat seorang wanita yang&lt;br /&gt;pada pengamatanku cukup pakej. Cantik, badan lawa,&lt;br /&gt;bijak, kaya, terkenal. Suaminya pun cukup pakej.&lt;br /&gt;Kacak, bijak, berharta dan ramai kenalan berpengaruh.&lt;br /&gt;Dikurniakan Allah seorang putera yang tentu sahaja&lt;br /&gt;mewarisi kecantikan dan kekacakan ibu bapanya. Tetapi&lt;br /&gt;mereka akhirnya berpisah walau usia perkahwinan masih&lt;br /&gt;muda. Salah siapa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila akal membandingkan antara dua pasangan ini, hati&lt;br /&gt;tertanya-tanya. Aku mahu jadi yang mana? Kalau anda&lt;br /&gt;pula, anda mahu jadi yang mana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sehingga detik ini tinggal lagi 58 hari aku akan&lt;br /&gt;bergelar isteri. Tentu sahaja siapa pun yang akan&lt;br /&gt;berkahwin mengimpikan sebuah rumahtangga yang harmoni,&lt;br /&gt;dengan kasih sayang yang melimpah ruah. Anak-anak yang&lt;br /&gt;soleh solehah. Biar tidak mewah harta, tapi mewah&lt;br /&gt;kemesraan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perkahwinan memang mengundang seribu masalah. Masalah&lt;br /&gt;duit, privacy, cemburu, konflik hubungan kekeluargaan,&lt;br /&gt;kerenah ibu mertua, suami pemalas, isteri tak pandai&lt;br /&gt;berhias dan seribu jenis lagi. Kadang-kadang perkara&lt;br /&gt;kecil pun boleh jadi isu yang besar! Kalau dah tahu&lt;br /&gt;begitu, mengapa mahu berkahwin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada bermacam alasan seseorang itu mahu berkahwin.&lt;br /&gt;Sebagai Muslim, kita beriman bahawa setiap sesuatu itu&lt;br /&gt;diciptakan berpasang-pasang. Antara lelaki dan wanita&lt;br /&gt;diciptakan perasaan kasih sayang dan rahmah antara&lt;br /&gt;keduanya supaya mereka dapat meneruskan keturunan dan&lt;br /&gt;hidup dalam rukun aman damai. Ini firman Allah, Surah&lt;br /&gt;Ar Rum 30: 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari firman Allah ini menunjukkan Allah mengglakkan&lt;br /&gt;kita berkahwin. Agama lain seperti Buddha, Kristian&lt;br /&gt;menganggap ‘celibacy’ (membujang seumur hidup) sebagai&lt;br /&gt;suatu pengorbanan yang besar. Tetapi Islam sebaliknya&lt;br /&gt;menggalakkan perkahwinan kerana Islam itu agama yang&lt;br /&gt;tidak menyalahi fitrah. Berpasang-pasangan itu kan&lt;br /&gt;fitrah manusia. Tidak hairanlah ramai ulama’ agama&lt;br /&gt;lain yang mempunyai anak luar nikah sesama mereka.&lt;br /&gt;Nabi pernah bersabda bahawa apabila seseorang itu&lt;br /&gt;berkahwin maka dia telah menyempurnakan sebahagian&lt;br /&gt;agamanya, dan hendaklah dia bertaqwa kepada Allah&lt;br /&gt;untuk menyempurnakan sebahagiannya lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Islam juga melihat perkahwinan itu sebagai ibadah.&lt;br /&gt;Sehinggakan hubungan intimasi antara pasangan juga&lt;br /&gt;adalah ibadah. Nah! Untungkan menjadi penganut agama&lt;br /&gt;ini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hampir sebulan lepas, aku mengikuti satu kursus&lt;br /&gt;pra-perkahwinan. Sekadar untuk mendapat ilmu walaupun&lt;br /&gt;kursus itu tidak menawarkan sijil dari autoriti yang&lt;br /&gt;sepatutnya. Alhamdulillah, bukan senang nak mendengar&lt;br /&gt;orang berpengalaman berkongsi cerita dan pengalaman&lt;br /&gt;yang sedikit peribadi. Suatu yang menarik adalah&lt;br /&gt;kenyataan salah seorang penceramah dari Singapura.&lt;br /&gt;Katanya “Perkahwinan itu adalah satu perjudian yang&lt;br /&gt;boleh dimenangi”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perjudian itu biasanya kan berdasarkan nasib? Sebab&lt;br /&gt;itulah ia diharamkan! Tapi ada juga ya perjudian yang&lt;br /&gt;pasti dimenangi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada pandanganku, bila berkahwin, kita berserah pada&lt;br /&gt;Allah bahawa dialah pasangan kita seumur hidup. Siapa&lt;br /&gt;yang sebelum kahwin yakin bahawa inilah pasanganku?&lt;br /&gt;Tidak ada kan?. Kita tidak pernah tahu itu. Kerana ia&lt;br /&gt;adalah ketentuan Allah di Luh Mahfuz, yang tercatat&lt;br /&gt;sebelum kelahiran kita lagi. Walaupun hakikat itu&lt;br /&gt;sukar ditanggap rasio kita yang maha lemah ini, tetapi&lt;br /&gt;hakikat itu teramat mudah bagi Allah Taala. Itukan&lt;br /&gt;pasrah namanya? Berserah pada Allah setelah berusaha&lt;br /&gt;meminta redhanya lewat istikharat mahupun solat hajat.&lt;br /&gt;Kita perjudikan masa depan untuk bersamanya. Tetapi&lt;br /&gt;Islam sebagai ‘way of life’ telah memberikan garis&lt;br /&gt;panduan bagaimana mahu memenangi perjudian ini.&lt;br /&gt;Kajilah Al Quran dan Sirah Rasulullah. Anda akan&lt;br /&gt;mendapat panduan bagaimana membahagiakan isteri,&lt;br /&gt;bagaimana pula si isteri menjadi permata hati suami.&lt;br /&gt;Teringat satu lagi Hadith Nabi yang mafhumnya: yang&lt;br /&gt;terbaik antara kamu ialah yang paling baik kepada&lt;br /&gt;pasangannya dan keluarganya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengambil Rasulullah sebagai model, tentu ramai yang&lt;br /&gt;berazam untuk menjadi suami isteri yang soleh solehah.&lt;br /&gt;Syabas! Anda telah memulakan hidup berkeluarga dengan&lt;br /&gt;niat yang baik. Pernah kusuarakan kebimbanganku kepada&lt;br /&gt;seorang sahabat yang insyaAllah akan menjadi suamiku.&lt;br /&gt;Kebimbangan akan pelbagai kelemahan diri, kecacatan&lt;br /&gt;pada peribadi, kekurangan ilmu. Takut nanti gagal&lt;br /&gt;menjadi isteri yang baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jawapannya ringkas “Usahlah berimpian tinggi-tinggi&lt;br /&gt;sangat mahu menjadi suami soleh atau isteri solehah.&lt;br /&gt;Buatlah paling baik yang kita termampu. Terimalah&lt;br /&gt;kekurangan satu sama lain. Apa kalau nanti kita bukan&lt;br /&gt;suami soleh atau isteri solehah kita bukan seorang&lt;br /&gt;yang baik?. Ana ada kelemahan. Anti pun sama.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya. Kita hanyalah sekadar umat akhir zaman yang tipis&lt;br /&gt;iman. Teruslah berusaha memahami perbezaan dan&lt;br /&gt;menerima kelemahan pasangan anda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kembali kepada cerita pasangan tadi. Memang mereka&lt;br /&gt;pasangan istimewa. Anda tahu kenapa? Mereka cacat&lt;br /&gt;penglihatan! Sudah tentulah perkahwinan itu bukan&lt;br /&gt;didasari kecantikan fizikal. Mereka tidak mampu&lt;br /&gt;melihat dengan mata. Tetapi hati mereka bersatu kerana&lt;br /&gt;mereka memiliki cinta kasih sayang yang dilihat dengan&lt;br /&gt;mata hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasangan itu turun di KL Sentral. Walaupun mereka&lt;br /&gt;telah turun, saya masih berfikir-fikir .Semoga mereka&lt;br /&gt;bahagia selamanya. Saya dan anda yang membaca artikel&lt;br /&gt;ini pun mampu bahagia. Selamat berbahagia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-113512469334094093?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/113512469334094093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422427&amp;postID=113512469334094093&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/113512469334094093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/113512469334094093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/2005/12/oleh-ruuhil-haya-tarikh-26-jun-2005.html' title=''/><author><name>asma'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01497657371471961963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/SDzZQveieUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mXql0O96pqE/S220/NL22IiDBSni_Nq-YWWiiww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422427.post-113512442655295953</id><published>2005-12-21T08:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T08:20:26.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got it from my friend..</title><content type='html'>Murtad Kerana Cinta.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astagfirullah!........ Aku beristigfar berkali-kali. Sesungguhnya aku tidak &lt;br /&gt;sendiri. Allah bersamaku. Allah mendengar keluhanku. Allah tahu resah &lt;br /&gt;dan gelodak yang melanda jiwaku. Allah tahu semua itu. Aku sujud &lt;br /&gt;panjang, memohon istighfar. Air mataku mengalir. Aku terlena di atas &lt;br /&gt;sejadah. Tubuhku benar-benar letih. Sudah hampir sebulan aku berada &lt;br /&gt;dalam keadaan tidak menentu. Makan minumku sekadarnya. Tidurku dihantui mimpi-mimpi ngeri. Hari-hariku penuh kesedihan dan kekecewaan. Emosiku terganggu..... Fikiranku mengimbau peristiwa lama itu.....Suamiku yang menunggu di luar tidak sabar menanti jawapan. "Macam mana?"tanyanya. "Abang nak atau tidak?". "Mestilah nak!". "Kalau abang nak.....adalah!". Dia mengucup dahiku. Pelukannya erat. Aku gembira. Dia gembira.Tuhan, syukurlah atas nikmat ini. Aku tahu dia amat sayang padaku. Seperti sayangku padanya. Dan seperti kasih kami kepada janin dalam rahimku.Dia menjagaku sebaiknya. Makan minumku, sakit peningku.Dan segala-galanya."Doalah, semoga anak kita jadi anak yang baik,". Hari-hari itu yang diingatkan padaku. Aku pun ingin memiliki anak yang soleh, yang luhur pekertinya dan teguh memegang syariat Allah s.w.t pada akhir zaman. Lalu hari-hari kubisikan kepadanya kata-kata yang baik. Biarpun dia masih didalam rahim. Aku pasti ada pertalian yang menghubungkan aku dengannya. &lt;br /&gt;Aku nyatakan harapanku dan saban hari bibirku tidak kering melagukan ayat suci Al-Quran. Surah Yasin, Al-Luqman, At-Taubah, Yusuf dan Maryam telah sebati dalam pengalamanku. Sebelum melelapkan mata, suamiku akan mengajarnya membaca Al-Fatihah. Dan alangkah gembiranya hati bakal ibu apabila janinnya bergerak-gerak, memberi tindak balas pada kalimah tayyibah yang diajarkan. Akhirnya dia kulahirkan setelah melalui kesakitan antara hidup dan mati. Terubat hatiku melihat senyumannya.Dia banyak menyalin rautku. Berkulit cerah dan berwajah bujur sirih. Paling seronok melihat lekuk di kedua belah pipinya bila dia tersenyum. Nur Amana,nama pilihan suamiku. Menggabungkan maksud cahaya Ilahi yang menaungi setiap sudut hidupnya. Penuh barakah dan rahmat. Biar dia menjadi wanita &lt;br /&gt;terpuji. Memiliki iman setinggi iman Siti Fatimah az-Zahra, puteri &lt;br /&gt;Rasullulah s.a.w. yang terunggul.Dan membesarlah dia dalam limpahan kasih sayang aku dan suami. Takdir Allah s.w.t. menyuratkan kami tidak memperoleh anak lagi selepas kelahirannya.Pelbagai usaha kulakukan, namun barangkali puteri seorang itu sajalah amanah yang perlu disempurnakan sebaiknya. Aku akur. Suamiku tidak banyak bicara. Ketentuan Allah adalah sesuatu yang mesti diterima dengan reda. &lt;br /&gt;Nur Amana anak yang bijak. Tidak sekadar memiliki kecantikan lahiriah, akhlaknya terpuji. Tutur katanya mendamaikan jiwa. Bila dipandang &lt;br /&gt;menyejukka n hati. Tidak pernah sekalipun mengangkat suara pada orang tua.Malah kata maaf sering diucapkan bila terasa lakunya menyentuh hati orang lain.Saat paling menyedihkan bila sepucuk surat bersampul coklat tiba pada suatu tengahari. Detik perpisahan bertemu jua. Nur Amana yang cemerlang dalam pelajaran ditawarkan melanjutkan pelajaran ke Amerika Syarikat. Pun begitu demi masa depannya kami merelakannya. Seperti suamiku, aku yakin dengan ilmu Islam yang diterapkan dalam jiwanya dia mampu menangkis segala unsur jahat.Aku pasti Nur Amana akan terus teguh. Menjadi ikan yang tetap tawar biarpun hidup di lautan masin. Lalu hari-hariku diulit rindu yang dalam.Terkenang telatah manjanya, senyumannya, rajuknya, dan bila menjamah hidangan tengahari tersentuh hatiku, teringat dia yang jauh dirantau orang. Namun, rindu terubat juga bila sekali sekala suratnya menitip berita, menyatakan rindu dan kasih tidak terhingga.Lima tahun di negeri orang, Nur Amana kembali dengan kejayaan membanggakan.Air mat aku menitis. Jauh di sudut hati, aku berbisik semoga anak inilah yang mendoakan kesejahteraan ibu dan bapanya bila hayat berakhir nanti.Dan di luar dugaanku, pulangnya Nur Amana membawa satu perubahan yang &lt;br /&gt;ketara. Dia berjilbab kini. Seluruh tubuh termasuk wajah ditutup dengan &lt;br /&gt;kerundung gelap. Pun aku bersyukur kerana perubahan itu menjurus kepada kebaikan.Seperti suamiku, aku tidak membantah. "Di sana terlalu banyak fitnah,Ma...," beritahunya suatu hari bila kutanya apa yang mendorongnya memakai purdah. Aku pun menyedari, kemungkaran yang memenuhi negara kafir tempat Nur Amana menuntut ilmu itu. Alhamdulillah, kerana Nur Amana mengambil langkah bijak. Cuma saudara mara banyak membantah. Katanya, dengan keadaan yang seperti itu, Nur Amana sukar mendapat pekerjaan nanti. Rugilah &lt;br /&gt;kelulusan tinggi yang diperolehi. Tapi Nur Amana cuma tersenyum mendengar pertentangan-pertentangan itu. "Jangan bimbang Ma, pasti ada rezeki untuk hamba Allah yang memegang syariat-Nya," Nur Amana memujukku. Dan hatiku berbunga lega. Benar seperti kata-katanya, tidak sampai sebulan pulang dari Amerika, Nur Amana mendapat kerja di sebuah syarikat di Kuala Lumpur. Aku tidak begitu tahu tentang tugasnya, tapi menurut Nur Amana sebagai eksekutif. Dan kehidupan kami berlangsung seperti biasa.Hilang sudah rindu membaraku. Nur Amana berada di sisiku kini.Hari-hari berada di depan mata. Cuma beberapa bulan kemudian, sikap Nur Amana mula berubah. Dia menjadi pemurung, jarang bercakap dan sering mengurung diri dalam kamarnya. Keluarnya bila ke tempat kerja atau bila kuajak makan bersama. Itupun kadang-kadang dia menolak. Beberapa kali aku cuba mencungkil isi hatinya. Kenapa tiba-tiba dia berubah laku. Pun aku tidak berjaya. Nur Amana cukup bijak mengelak dan menyembunyikan.Sehinggalah suatu hari aku dihubungi oleh seseorang, katanya Nur Amana telah menghantar permohonan ke mahkamah untuk menukar agama kepada Kristian. Bergegar jantungku. Suamiku terdiam lama. Ketika itu Nur Ama na &lt;br /&gt;tiada di rumah. Katanya out-station di Singapura selama seminggu. Aku dan suami mengambil langkah berdiam diri dahulu. Cerita sebenar perlu &lt;br /&gt;diperolehi oleh Nur Amana sendiri.Bagaimana mungkin orang itu boleh membawa khabar itu, kalau tidak ada apa-apa? Apa sebenarnya yang dilakukan oleh Nur Amana sehingga timbul fitnah yang sebegitu besar? Persoalan demi persoalan menujam diri menjadikan aku gelisah menanti kepulangannya. Kepulangan Nur Amana kusambut dengan air mata yang entah untuk apa. Yang pasti hatiku cukup bimbang.Cenderamata dari Singapura dihadiahkan. Sehelai kain sutera berwarna ungu yang cantik. Pun bagiku ia tidak bernilai apa-apa. Suamiku menggesanya cepat membersihkan diri supaya dapat solat Maghrib berjemaah bersama. Tapi,Nur Amana, memberi alasan letih dan meminta aku dan suami solat dahulu.Bila azan Isyak berkumandang, sekali lagi suamiku mengetuk pintu kamarnya mengajak Nur Amana solat bersama. Dan sekali lagi juga Nur Amana menolak dengan alasan dia sedang menyiapkan kertas kerja penting. Satu alasan yang tidak pernah dilakukan olehnya. Nur Amana yang kudidik tidak pernah melengahkan waktu solat. Tidak pernah mengutamakan kerja lain dari solat.Tapi mengapa hari ini begitu? Mataku dan suami bertentangan. Pun kami cuma membisu. Bersabar dan menunaikan solat Isyak terlebih dahulu.Selepas solat kulihat Nur Amana ke dapur, mengisi perut yang berkeroncong.Tadi, kupanggil dia makan bersama tapi beralasan letih. Kecewanya hatiku dan suami. Selepas makan, Nur Amana menolak pintu bilik lagi tapi cepat suamiku memanggil. Nur Amana duduk dihadapanku. Dia kelihatan bersahaja. &lt;br /&gt;Gadis yang baru mencecah 24 tahun itu kulihat semakin manis.Wajahnya lembut. Matanya redup. Bibir merah jambunya yang cantik sering mengukir senyuman. Soalan pertama diajukan oleh suamiku. Nur Amana tersentak.Dia menafikan sekeras-kerasnya.Katanya itu cuma fitnah orang yang benci melihat kejayaannya. Hatiku lega. Nur Amana, anakku masih memelihara agamanya.Sebulan kemudian, aku dihubungi lagi. Permohonan Nur Amana untuk menukar agama telah diluluskan. Sekarang Nur Amana berada di Kota Kinabalu,menghadiri persidangan penganut agama Kristian sedunia. Darahku berderau.Sikap Nur Amana yang mencurigakan akhir-akhir ini turut menipiskan kepercayaan aku dan suami padanya. Aku tidak mampu bertahan lagi.Suamiku juga begitu. Ketiadaan Nur Amana (out-station ke Singapura lagi) memberi peluang kepada kami untuk memecah biliknya. Kamar sederhana besar itu tersusun kemas. Sekuntum mawar yang entah siapa pemberinya telah &lt;br /&gt;kering di atas meja. Dari kad kecil yang terlekat cuma tertulis tahniah dan tersusun buku-buku tebal di atas rak. Aku menghampirinya. Dan jantungku berdegup kencang bila hampir semua buku-buku tebal itu adalah berkenaan agama Kristian, termasuklah sebuah Bible dan terjemahannya. Aku menggeletar.Terasa lemah seluruh anggotaku. Suamiku segera menghubungi mahkamah meminta kepastian. Dan jawapan yang diberikan begitu menyakitkan. Ai rmataku turun tanpa henti. Apa salah didikanku, lalu dia jadi begitu? Subhanallah!Nur Amana pulang. Terkejut bukan main Nur Amana bila mendapati pintu biliknya telah dipecahkan. Suamiku menghujaninya dengan pertanyaan demi &lt;br /&gt;pertanyaan. Nur Amana membisu membiarkan kemelut terus panjangan. &lt;br /&gt;Namun akhirnya, penjelasan dilafazkan jua. "Saya mencintai Adam..... &lt;br /&gt;pemuda Kristian, saya benar-benar cinta padanya dan terperangkap dalam agama itu...," dan sepantas kilat sebuah tamparan hinggap ke pipinya.Kemarahan suamiku sampai ke puncak. Kesabaran terus terhapus. Nur Amana menangis. Aku terkaku.Sesungguhnya hakikat ini terlalu pahit.Paginya Nur Amana hilang dari rumah. Kamarnya kosong. Nur Amana membawa bersama segala pakaian dan buku-buku. Nur Amana bagai mengatakan bahawa "Cuma setakat ini saja hubungan kita". Nur Amana seolah-olah memutuskan bahawa aku bukan ibunya lagi, suamiku bukan bapanya lagi. Air mataku mengalir dan terus mengalir. Hiba hati seorang ibu. Suamiku bertindak pantas melaporkan kepada polis. Nur Amana lari dari rumah! Pun polis tidak menemuinya. Suamiku membuat permohonan membantah pertukaran agama yang dibuat oleh Nur Amana. Tiada pilihan lain, akhbar terpaksa digunakan meminta Nur Amana hadir ke mahkamah. Lalu, cerita Nur Amana menjadi hangat. &lt;br /&gt;Latar belakangnya dicungkil. Kemudian peribadi Nur Amana dikritik. Pendidikan ibu bapa dan sekolah dijadikan alasan. Dan akhirnya, ramai yang menyimpulkan,Nur Amana gadis terpuji tersungkur ke perangkap Kristian kerana cinta!Alangkah dangkalnya iman Nur Amana. Alangkah!!!Pada hari perbicaraan, Nur Amana hadir bersama seorang lelaki muda berdarah India. Nur Amana tidak bertudung litup lagi. Rambutnya dibiarkan mengurai ke bahu. Rambut yang sebelum ini tidak pernah dilihat oleh mata lelaki ajnabi. Dan, terasa gugur jantungku bila terlihat sebentuk salib dibuat dari emas tulin bercahaya ditimpa cahaya lampu megah tersemat di dadanya.Nur Amana tunduk. Langsung tidak memandang kepada sesiapa. Waja hnya tenang.Perbicaraan dijalankan. Detik demi detik berlalu. Keputusan diumumkan.Suamiku gagal! &lt;br /&gt;Undang-undang negara memberi kebebasan beragama kepada rakyatnya. Dan kami tidak berhak menghalang kerana Nur Amana telah berumur lebih daripada 18tahun. Lelaki muda di sebelah Nur Amana ku lihat tersenyum lega. Hatiku hancur. Di mataku terbayang hukum Allah. Orang murtad akan dikenakan hudud! Dipancung setelah enggan setelah disuruh bertaubat. Nur Amana bukan tidak tahu itu. Bukan Nur Amana tidak tahu. Tapi, mengapa dia terus berdegil, tidak insaf dengan dosa itu?. Aku rebah dalam pelukan suamiku.Tubuhku merasa tidak bermaya. Dia tunduk. Wajahnya merah padam menahan kemarahan. Jemariku digenggam erat. Air matanya mengalir perlahan membasahi pipi. Menitis jatuh ke pipiku. Itulah kali pertama kulihat air matanya gugur.Aku tahu hatinya. Dan cuma aku yang tahu hatinya."Demi Allah! Aku bersumpah &lt;br /&gt;negara ini tidak akan aman kerana memegang undang-undang kafir!". Tiba-tiba suaranya l antang menjerit, meggegarkan suasana mahkamah yang telah sediakala hingar apabila mendengar keputusan mahkamah tadi. Mahkamah sunyi seketika.Semua mata tertumpu padanya. Tiba-tiba jeritan itu disambut dengan laungan "Allahu Akbar" dari orang yang tidak puas hati dengan keputusan mahkamah.Aku cuba meredakan kemarahannya. Namun air matanya semakin lebat. "Mahkamah ini tidak adil! Sekular! Undang-undang penjajah!'. Keadaan semakin gawat apabila polis menangkap suamiku. Suamiku meronta-ronta, tapi pegangan kejap beberapa orang anggota polis melemahkan kudratnya. Dan akhirnya dia mengalah, membiarkan tangannya digari.Ketika &lt;br /&gt;melintasi Nur Amana yang terus tenang berdiri di sebelah lelaki muda yang tidak kukenali itu, suamiku menoleh. "Kalau jalan ini yang kau pilih,teruskanlah..... tapi ingat, kehidupanmu pasti tidak akan selamat!," &lt;br /&gt;Nur Amana tidak menjawab. Tunduk. Kaku bagai patung. Pun kulihat sekilas senyuman di bibir lelaki muda di sebelahnya. Hatiku tercalar. Keranamu Nur A mana, seorang ayah akan hilang seluruh kebahagiaan hidupnya. Dan hari ini,suamiku merengkuk dalam penjara.Dituduh menderhaka kepada mahkamah! Dan ditakuti akan mencetuskan huru-hara kerana menerbitkan sentimen perkauman juga keagamaan. &lt;br /&gt;Aku terjaga ketika jam dinding di ruang tamu berdenting tiga kali. Aku &lt;br /&gt;belum solat Isyak.Astagfirullah. Dari tadi aku tertidur dan menyambung &lt;br /&gt;mimpi ngeri semalam. Aku segera membaharui wuduk.Solat Isyak kudirikan.Kemudian kususuli dengan solat Taubat dan Hajat. Air mataku gugur lagi pada dinihari yang sepi. Doaku tidak putus. Hatiku retak. Namun jauh disudut hati. Aku terus berharap....., pulanglah anakku,Nur Amana!Aduhai, kisah Natrah berulang kembali..... Agama dipermainkan oleh undang-undang sekular. Lihatlah betapa rapuhnya undang-undang sehingga tidak dapat mempertahankan agama ISLAM yang dikatakan agama RASMI.Sampai bila perkara ini akan berakhir..... Betapa hibanya hati seorang ibu bila anaknya murtad dan kita tahu hukumnya dan ki ta tahu masih banyak lagi kes yang sama seperti Nur Amana. Apakah tindakan kita yang mengaku dirinya ISLAM? Apakah tidak tercabar oleh permainan pihak kuffar ini???? Permainan ini semakin bermaharajalela ditanah air kita..... Sedarlah!!!Kita akan tertindas selagi HUKUM ALLAH TIDAK DITEGAKKAN DI BUMI.......MALAYSIA khasnya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;mo'ok&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-113512442655295953?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/113512442655295953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422427&amp;postID=113512442655295953&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/113512442655295953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/113512442655295953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/2005/12/got-it-from-my-friend.html' title='Got it from my friend..'/><author><name>asma'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01497657371471961963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/SDzZQveieUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mXql0O96pqE/S220/NL22IiDBSni_Nq-YWWiiww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422427.post-113504507739964551</id><published>2005-12-20T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T13:14:42.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4/1922/1600/No%20Baby%20Sit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4/1922/320/No%20Baby%20Sit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4/1922/1600/Gangster.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4/1922/320/Gangster.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4/1922/1600/Gangster.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4/1922/1600/No%20Baby%20Sit.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th December 2005&lt;br /&gt;10.11am&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna start to edit my thesis today by hook or crook... but i really feel hard (actually a bit lazy, hehehe) to start it. my thesis is about body image, dietari intake and physical activity among middle aged women. the data had been collected during my semester break. it was really a relief after the whole month of "menebalkan muka".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: pic 1-a cute lil' baby in a sink&lt;br /&gt;pic 2-a lil' boy had bumped with a policeman coz ridin' in high speed...huhuhu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-113504507739964551?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/113504507739964551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422427&amp;postID=113504507739964551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/113504507739964551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/113504507739964551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/2005/12/20th-december-2005-10.html' title=''/><author><name>asma'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01497657371471961963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/SDzZQveieUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mXql0O96pqE/S220/NL22IiDBSni_Nq-YWWiiww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422427.post-113487413926124352</id><published>2005-12-18T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T10:49:00.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>addin' blog stuff..</title><content type='html'>18th December 2005&lt;br /&gt;10.16am&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found that it is very interesting to add some of this so-called accessories for my blog site. its awesome. i have my own tagboard, my own calender and lots of more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4/1922/200/sahak%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-113487413926124352?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://qisoftware.com/qblog/' title='addin&apos; blog stuff..'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/113487413926124352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422427&amp;postID=113487413926124352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/113487413926124352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/113487413926124352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/2005/12/addin-blog-stuff.html' title='addin&apos; blog stuff..'/><author><name>asma'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01497657371471961963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/SDzZQveieUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mXql0O96pqE/S220/NL22IiDBSni_Nq-YWWiiww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422427.post-113478307464529237</id><published>2005-12-17T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T10:38:18.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'da result!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4/1922/1600/Copy%201%20of%20Picture(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17th December 2005&lt;br /&gt;9.24am&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got my result. i had only managed to get 3.64. not good at all. i thought i could get at least 3.7. how come for Halal n Haram in food processing i only got A-. thats awful. after a while, i managed to get above 90 for the two tests. maybe i didnt do well for the final. but, i think i did well and well prepared enough. however, alhamdulillah is the better think to say. i promised to myself that i would do more better in the next semester. i will try to get 4.oo pointer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4/1922/320/Copy%201%20of%20Picture%284%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;these are some of my table stuffs.. quite chomel arent there?? my adorable friends gave it... thanks guys. hope that our friendship will everlasting...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-113478307464529237?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/113478307464529237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422427&amp;postID=113478307464529237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/113478307464529237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/113478307464529237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/2005/12/da-result.html' title='&apos;da result!!!'/><author><name>asma'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01497657371471961963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/SDzZQveieUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mXql0O96pqE/S220/NL22IiDBSni_Nq-YWWiiww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422427.post-113470306271921801</id><published>2005-12-16T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T09:40:16.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First stuff...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4/1922/1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4/1922/320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th December 2005&lt;br /&gt;10.29am&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuhh…finally I’ve found myself a day to jot down something after a hectic week that I had gone through. Actually the main reason I’ve spent my precious time (huhuhu..like so, because time always been seen like a small thing to me..valueless!!!) writing down stuff like this is to improve my English. Even I will gonna bump with lots of grammar mistake, but at least I’ll try. Maybe, guys out there will always correct the silly mistake I’d make. I had got some of my result for the examination and it seems quite bad. I really couldn’t dare to tell it to my parents especially my dad. Waaa… cannot face my own reality. How could I? I only got&lt;br /&gt;Health Behavior = A&lt;br /&gt;Consumer Health = B+&lt;br /&gt;Food, Society &amp;amp; Culture = B&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could get at least A- for the Consumer subject since it was an easy subject. But, it turns to be B+. It really make me sad thinking about it. Almost half of the class scored A. Am I really stupid?? Nonsense.. I aint stupid just a bit lazy. I think I’ll stop here right now.&lt;br /&gt;P/s: thanks Allah for giving me a good parents to always guide me and good friends to share my problems whenever I need it…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-113470306271921801?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/113470306271921801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422427&amp;postID=113470306271921801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/113470306271921801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/113470306271921801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/2005/12/first-stuff.html' title='First stuff...'/><author><name>asma'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01497657371471961963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/SDzZQveieUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mXql0O96pqE/S220/NL22IiDBSni_Nq-YWWiiww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422427.post-113395574383781805</id><published>2005-12-07T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T10:12:50.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Lahir</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually it was my lil' bro birthday... not today but few past couples of day.. so, i hope that 'adli will be a good and a soleh boy, kay...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-113395574383781805?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/113395574383781805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422427&amp;postID=113395574383781805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/113395574383781805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/113395574383781805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/2005/12/selamat-hari-lahir.html' title='Selamat Hari Lahir'/><author><name>asma'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01497657371471961963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/SDzZQveieUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mXql0O96pqE/S220/NL22IiDBSni_Nq-YWWiiww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19422427.post-113342082494419382</id><published>2005-12-01T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T10:26:58.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4/1922/1600/Versi%20Ulama"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4/1922/320/Versi%20Ulama%27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; testing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my lil' bro..Muhammad 'Adli Ali...cute, isnt he?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19422427-113342082494419382?l=ismiasma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/feeds/113342082494419382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19422427&amp;postID=113342082494419382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/113342082494419382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19422427/posts/default/113342082494419382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ismiasma.blogspot.com/2005/11/testing.html' title=''/><author><name>asma'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01497657371471961963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gdshy0SlcKo/SDzZQveieUI/AAAAAAAAADw/mXql0O96pqE/S220/NL22IiDBSni_Nq-YWWiiww.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
