Friday, 20 July 2012


Assalamualaikum and peace be upon you....

ermm.. i don't know what to do....

Saya dengan ini memperkenalkan / meng-iklankan majalah fesyen si pen-hijab no.1 di Malaysia!
( dah jadi 1 Malaysia pula!) Memang sesuai untuk gadis berhijab di luar sana untuk diambil sebagai inspirasi!
iaitu, majalah ...
                                       HIJABISTA !

Isu yang kedua: Dian Pelangi  .... memang pelangi warnanya... serta, nampak meriah seperti plastic doll , sesuai untuk menyambut hari raya!

Daniel Zaydi.

p/s: saya seorang lelaki, tetapi tertarik untuk membaca majalah hijab!  Hijabista , thumbs up! Saya juga berpotensi untuk menjadi seorang pengiklan kan?

Thursday, 19 July 2012

Dear friend, I Hope You Have A Good Life

Assalamualaikum wbt.

Hi everyone. Can't wait for tomorrow to come coz tomorrow is the last day of Sya'ban and the first night of Ramadhan. Tomorrow night I'll be praying tarawih Jamaah at the musolla together with my neighbours.

Tonight is Friday night. As usual we have a gathering to recite Yaasin and make dua for our dearly departed. I went to pray with my mom and lil'sis coz my father was still outstation and my big sis is having her monthly leave. My mom and her sisters in Islam went back late as they had to tidy up the community area or which my mom calls our club house, coz it has all the facilities like TV, DVD player, a bedroom, restroom, kitchen, dining area, study area, mini library and computers, which had not been wired up. So, my mom was busy connecting the wires and electricity so that the children can play games on the computers while their moms pray tomorrow night.

This evening, when I came home from school, I found my mom in the kitchen preparing her delicious chicken curry. My mom cooked the whole chicken so there's really a lot in the pot. I told her about my friend, who sits next to me in class and her mom had ran away from home leaving them in the care of her dad. My friend was feeling very sad today because Ramadhan is approaching and she has to cook for herself, her brothers and sisters (6 of them ) and her dad. The thing is her dad only buys dried salted fish for her to fry. She said she wished she could eat chicken sometimes.

When I told this to my mom, suddenly my mom told me to take a bath quickly so that we can send the chicken curry to her home. Actually I don't have her address, so my mom called up her friend who drives a school van and sends my friend to school everyday. After getting the information, we went out after Maghrib prayer, leaving the children who came to recite the Quran. My mother gave some money to the older children to help teach the younger ones.

We drove to my friend's house. She lives in an apartment on top of the shop houses. We called her several times but nobody answered. I had given up but my mom insisted that we sent the food to her. After shopping for some stuff, we went back to her place, and her father opened the door, and I gave the food to him. However, my friend and her siblings were at her mom's place. Her father looked very unkempt and the place was in disarray. Even the stairs going up to her apartment was dirty. No wonder she feels very depressed. 

I feel very sad for my friend. Actually she has been telling me that she couldn't take it anymore and she wanted to live with her grandparents in the kampung. I don't want her to move away coz she's my good friend. But I pity her because she has to endure such hardship. Her father is in financial difficulties because of her mother's behaviour and I saw how sad he looked when he opened the door. I wish I can help her more but what can I do. I can only listen to her sad stories and hope that one day she will have a good life because she is a good person.

When we got back, a neighbour had sent some briyani rice, chicken and some veges for us. My mother decided that the children should have a feast tonight. Only one little boy had to finish the muqaddam coz tomorrow my mom wants him to start with the Quran in order to gain the benefit of the month of Ramadhan. So, everybody was happy eating, playing and then we all went to the musolla with my mom to pray, read Yaasin and eat some more.

But deep down, I still think about my friend and how unhappy she is. I pray that her family will find happiness again, soon.

Have a blessed Ramadhan
Daniel Zaydi 

Wednesday, 18 July 2012

Mekah And Madinah Always On My mind Part 4: On Hold

Assalamualaikum wbt.

Sorry guys, I have to put the above entry on hold coz the internet is getting slower by the day. Making me very stressed, coz just to upload pictures is such an effort.

So, tonight I'm going to talk about politics. WHAT? YES WHAT! POLITICS is what I'm going to talk about tonight.

Why is it that Malaysians get so hype when the hear the word politics? Today, at school, my friends were discussing politics, about this party and that party, this politician and that politician, bla bla bla! C'mon, we r just 14. We don't need to get involve.

Then suddenly, they asked me who my parents voted for. WHAM!, just like that! Isn't ones vote supposed to be confidential? Anyway, I told them my parents never discussed politics at home and would rarely get into such topics outside of our home. My father for sure, never ever discusses politics. But they do vote. That I know.  And to think that they don't know anything about politics is ridiculous, because my mom, being a lawyer by training and had work as a journalist, have friends who have been arrested, some even have to appear in court as witnesses for the recent Bersih demonstration. I know she doesn't approve of the demonstration coz I've heard her say that things might get out of control, civilians will be injured, there's a more civilized way to discuss your case etc, or some interested parties might use the mob to reach their own goals.

Anyway, my friends said that politics are very important, because we need the politicians to secure our future. I said it's a syirik statement because only Allah, the Greatest Planner can know what or how our future will be like. I told them never to hang your confidence to anything or someone else other than Allah. Even the politicians would not know what will happen to them 5 seconds from now. I told them that to ensure a good future, we should study, do good deeds and dua. Of course they didn't agree with me.

When I got back from school and told this to my mom, she said she's very pleased with me because I've understood the concept of Tauhid. She said politics is very dangerous because sometimes we tend to hate this politician or that politician, when we don't know that maybe Allah loves him.
Maybe y'all are wondering why I always talk about my mom. Actually my mom is very dominant in my life because she's always there for me. My father is always busy and hardly talk to us. He only recites the quran with us, go to pray with me, then he goes for a jog, then he is off to work.He comes home late, eat, go to pray, watch a bit of tv then sleep. It's like he has a life of his own, detached from us. Not that he doesn't love us but that's how it has always been.Even when we go for family outings, he'd somehow move away a bit to find his own space. Like when we go shopping for clothes, he'd come along, only to busy himself in the DVD shop or cafe while my mom struggles to find our clothes and shoes and bags and accessories and other things that we need.It's like it's not his affair, but of course he provides us with the money to buy the stuff, and he never says no to what my sisters want. Even when we go shopping for HIS clothes, my mom would be the one to search for the clothes while he waits to try it on. That's why my mom is very dominant in our life. But I've also seen the reverse, where my friends are more attached to the father while the mother is the one who comes home late every night. And I've also got a friend whose mom ran away leaving her with her siblings to be taken care of by her father. I guess my father is just old fashioned. One thing for sure, he never talks about other people, and he never complains but I've seen him laughs, jokes and talks loudly when he's with his friends.   

Like my lil'sis,when she wanted to know how dad is in his younger days, she'd look up in a book, written by his friend about their adventure together. There are many photos of my young dad in the book. And she would show it to my mom and ask this and that to her. Not that we are not close to our dad, it's just that we don't really have the time to ask him many things.

Well, enough about my family, I hope you enjoy your life coz I'm enjoying mine and remember to always love your family.

Daniel Zaydi



Monday, 16 July 2012

Projek Sajak: Sajak Curi Yang Seterusnya

Assalamualaikum wbt.

I think this is the most special poem by my mom, because this poem is about her dream of Prophet Muhammad s.a.w. Even though the poem is simple, I think it carries a very deep meaning, which only my mom knows...

Mimpi Nabi

Aduhai Rinduku
Malam itu aku bermimpikanmu
Kau singgah di kamar sempitku
Tapi mengapa dudukmu nun jauh
Hingga wajahmu pun samar
Sesamar jubah hijau kusammu
Kau pandangku dengan isyarat hati
Lalu kupun berpaling
Perempuan-perempuan hitam berpakaian jelik
Duduk-duduk dekatku

Ah, akupun termangu
Masih aku jauh darimu
Kerna maksiat lebih akrab denganku

Daniel Zaydi

Projek Sajak: Lagi Sajak Curi Mama Punya

Another poem stolen from my mom :)) Enjoy...


Salji memutih di tanah Konya
yang jelita bagai anak dara
Dua sungai mengalir tenang
Bagai diapit teruna penjaga kesucian

Aku mencari sang penyajak agung
Wali sufi kini bersemadi di perut bumi
Halamannya berseri dengan lagu rindu merdu
Dan harumnya wangian misteri
Jubah usang dalam kotak kaca
Dan serban bagak di atas pusara
Kalam mathnawinya bercerita 
Tentang musim panas dan dingin
Simbol hidup dan mati
Setiap tahun menjelang
Di bumi Konya laluan sutera
Penghubung tamadun dua dunia

Zamanmu pasti indah
Wahai Sang Penyajak Agung
Kerna Konya itu tetap sama
Di waktu kau dan aku.

Daniel Zaydi

Projek Sajak : Was It a Prophecy?

Assalamualaikum wbt.

To all my followers, I'd like to share with you a very strange coincidence ( I think) that I found in my mother's poem.

In this poem below, which my mom composed in 2006, she wrote about death. She mentioned about the mobile of death is awaiting, with its door wide open. She asked in the poem, whether she would ride the carriage of death voluntarily, or would she be forced to enter it.  The poem was written at 4.03 am in 2006.

What is so strange is the fact that 3 months before my baby brother died, he told us that he dreamt about a taxi. The taxi driver forced him to enter the taxi and took my brother away, even though my brother struggled to escape. My brother never dreamt, because when we talked about our dreams, he'd say that he never dreamt. This was his one and only dream, and it's so sad because it was a bad and fateful dream for him.

Did my mom have this prophecy four years before my brother passed away? Only God can tell.. Also in this poem, my mom mentioned about the pain that she's suffering in her brother had chronic liver disease, so he suffered from chest pain... Please read the poem below, entitled Selamat Tinggal or Goodbye


Malam yang dingin ini
Aku tidak bisa tidur
Kerna kesakitan yang makin kerap mendatang
Seperti ada satu makhluk
Yang kerjanya siang dan malam
Hanya menghiris dada
Kadangkala ringan
Selalunya keras
ajal yang sudah sampai di sebalik selekoh
Tidak lama lagi akan tiba ke destinasinya
adakah aku akan dengan senang hati
Memasuki mobil maut yang sudah terbuka pintunya
Atau aku perlu dipaksa untuk mengenderai itu
membawa aku ke perhimpunan Orang-orang yang sampai dahulu
Tinggallah sayang
Anis, Udin, Dida dan Muhammad
Cahaya jiwaku
Serta Ajie yang kan selalu ku rindu
Ibu-bapa yang berpenat lelah membesarkan aku
Mengasihi dan membenciku
Juga sahabat-sahabat tempat aku mencurahkan rahsia
Tidak lama lagi akan kuucapkan
Selamat tinggal
Kepada sebuah kehidupan yang kelam
Seperti sebuah potret pemandangan hitam putih
Yang tergantung senget di sebuah rumah tinggal yang usang.

4.03 am
Daniel Zaydi

Projek Sajak (Curi Mama Punya)

Assalamualaikum wbt.

He he, seperti biasa projek sajak saya mesti berjalan lancar. Namun, sebab saya ketandusan idea, saya rasa lebih baik saya memfofularkan sajak mama saya, yang eksklusif kat ruangan ni....korang faham ke sajak mak aku nih??


Wahai angin malam di buaian bunian
Pamerkan wajahmu yang jelita
Ke atas batinku yang sepucat tengkorak
Buat mengubat rindu di dada

Wahai bulan purnama di langit lazuli
Simbahkan cahayamu nan suci
Ke atas tubuhku yang lemah longlai
Buat menawar rindu yang mencengkam hati

Wahai kekasih hati yang sudah lama pergi
rinduku padamu
adalah racun  berbisa yang tidak terperi
menjalar jari-jemarinya mencekik nafasku

Sarung-hakikatkupun terdampar di lantai dunia
Waktu roh-jiwa lepas pergi bak sekepul asap
Kembali terbang melayang
ke sepelusuk takhta-takhta purba
Mencari-cari dirimu yang hilang
Berteman angin malam dan cahaya bulan malap
Yang sejak azali berkasih setia


Pakaian baru yang tersalut ditubuhku
Sudah berganti baju labuh yang longgar dan usang
Satu pemandangan hodoh pergi kau dari sini

Cik Puan Muda tawananku dah lari ke ufuk barat
Sut labuhnya yang ketat sendat
Berkilau direfleksi mentari petang
Debu-debu berterbangan dari tumit kakinya
Meninggalkan panorama aurora
Tatkala dia tiba di garis penamat antara bumi dan langit.
Terus ia meniti tangga pelangi
Menghilang di celah awan
Tiba di horizon satu lagi
Sedang kupacu kudaku sekuat tenaga
Tidak mampu ia mengejar walau bayang Cik Puan Muda
Kerana tenagaku sudah kendur
Sedang dia berdarah muda
Lalu tungganganku bertempik
Keletihan yang amat sangat
Tanpa seteguk air buat menghambat lelah
Ia pun tersungkur di tengah gurun
Mencampak tuannya ke atas tilam pasir
Tersedak kerongkongku tertelan debu-debu gersang
Yang merabunkan mata dan menyumbat telinga

Ku lihat ke cermin
Seorang perempuan tua asing sedang memandangku
Aku tidak kenal dia
Aku juga tidak mahu menjadi sahabatnya
Hatiku masih sayang dan rindu
Pada Cik Puan Muda tawananku
Yang sudah melepaskan diri
Dari genggamanku
Wanita tua di dalam cermin itu pun tersenyum sinis
Sebuah ejekan yang memualkan
Aku pandangnya penuh benci  
Wajah kedut seribu dan gigi jarang-jarang
Berhias rambut putih
Tanda malaikat maut
dah bertandang bertanya khabar

 Daniel Zaydi