Tuesday 25 June 2013

The Haze, Mom's Poem and Dad's Bike

Assalamualaikum wbt and peace be upon you,
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Hi, I guess many of you have heard that my beloved Malaysia has been hit hard by the haze which originated by the open burning in Indonesia. It's a yearly practice to clear up land to enable the farmers to work on the land. The haze was so bad that my school which is thousands of kilometres from Indonesia has to close. We have not been to school for two days and wasted most of our time when it's so crucial for us to study for our upcoming major exams.
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This irresponsible act has caused a lot of damage and many people have suffered various health issues due to this.Luckily my mom who was an asthma sufferer has been cured of her illness. Remember I wrote that my mom was so ill that we prayed solatul hajat for her. After the solat, the Imam of the musolla gave my mom a bottle of pomegranate concentrate called Gulsan Nar Eksisi and a bottle of apple cider vinegar. My mom had to take the pomegranate concentrate everyday before breakfast and before bed, 2 tablespoons everytime. And what a miracle, she has been totally cured, that she has tossed her inhaler into the dustbin. When she went to Makkah, she said it was so hazy due to the constructions but she did not suffer from asthma attacks anymore. You know, she has had asthma since she was little and it worsen with age, but SHE HAS BEEN TOTALLY CURED. Well, the reason I told you about this pomegranate concentrate is because MY DAD however, got the asthma attack due to this recent haze. He couldn't sleep, coughing and wheezing and he had blocked nose. So my mom gave him the juice and he became well after a few minutes and has not suffered from any attacks anymore. However, he still has the coughs.

Back to the haze issue, I think the ASEAN countries should file a suit against Indonesia to teach them a lesson to respect their neighbours.  Even the birds which would flock to our house have gone. The dogs look like they would almost collapse due to the warmth caused by the haze. No children goes out to play in the evening and the haze has enveloped my country like a fog, that it almost looks like a ghost town. Worst hit was my beloved hometown Muar, so bad that the government has declared the area as an emergency area. And to think that this is man-made and not a natural disaster makes my blood boils.
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The condition has worsen till all the Muslims are gathered to pray the Solatul Istisqa' this afternoon to ask God for rain to sweep away the haze. And what a miracle, coz as I am typing this (6pm), it is raining so hard that I can feel the moisture seeping into my home. God has shown us numerous times on the power of Solat and dua. Alhamdulillah, Masyaallah, Subhanallah, Allahuakbar 1000x. Lailahaillallah. I feel like crying right now, because I can feel how God truly loves His servants and answers our prayers immediately.
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My mom actually has written a poem on this issue a few years ago when our country was also badly hit by this reckless act.
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ANGIN SELATAN

Angin Selatan nafas alam
Menyapa lembut nusantara Melayu
Membawa kisah pengembaraannya
Menjelajah seantero dunia
Sudah puas ia lewati
Setiap rumah di muka bumi

Angin Selatan punya banyak watak
Kekadang sebagai tetamu wanita yang sopan
Lembut bicara dan seharum kemboja
Kekadang ia pemabuk yang terhoyong hayang
Dengan nafas busuk basi tetapi lucu
Ia seorang anak kecil yang riang gembira
Sukanya kita
Hujung tahun ia bengis dan angkuh
Menghempas daun pintu dengan segenap kekuatan yang ada
Kekadang ia peladang yang pulang petang
Dengan pakaian berdebu seharian membanting tulang
Dan bau badan yang hapak menusuk hidung

Tidak jemu aku mendengar
Kisah pengembaraanmu
Dari Selatan ke Utara
Melewati Negara Timur dan Ufuk Barat
Meredah lautan dan belantara
Ke angkasa kau sudah tiba
Ke gurun pasir terbentang luas kau berlari-lari
Mengusik nakal gadis nomad dan unta badwi
Jentayu, helang dan cenderawasih bergayut di ikal rambutmu
Rahsia alam mereka saksimu

Angin Selatan membuai enak
Hingga kera di pokok jatuh ke tanah
Lembutnya suapan jari-jemarimu
Santapan rohani setiap insan
Tapi bila syaitan sudah merasuki  
Jangan benarkan ia bermaharajalela
Angin ahmar membunuh kita

Dengarkan cerita Angin Selatan
Mendayu sedih di Puncak Tahan
Meraung keras di Permatang KLCC
Rengekan bisikan hilaian Angin Selatan tiada henti
Berlagu patah hati di seruling bambu anak petani


Tidak sanggup lagi kata Angin Selatan
Ia menyaksikan kisah manusia
Sejak Nabi Adam ia mengembara
Dipimpinnya Cheng Ho ke Melaka
Dikendongnya Ibn Batutta ke negeri China
Sedih duka dan kecewa
Melihat peradaban manusia yang bersarang
Hipokrasi benci dan tamak haloba

Seribu tahun lalu
Angin Selatan seorang teruna
Yang tampan bersih harum dan suci
Kini Angin Selatan sudah tua bongkok basi
Busuk kotor hitam dan berdaki
Hanya mampu bermandi habuk dan debu asap jerebu
Manusia memang tidak tahu mengenang budi
Angin selatan memberinya kehidupan
Tuannya sendiri ia lemaskan

Kini Angin Selatan sudah tenat
Tidak larat lagi ia mengembara
Menyeret kaki melangkah bendul pintu rumahnya pun tidak berdaya
Kerana anak cucunya manusia Melayu yang seringkali menderhaka
Kurang ajar tidak hormat orang tua sepertinya
Di atas peterana sepatutnya ia
Bukan alas kaki tempatnya berada
Hingga seringkali ia bermimpi
Saat kematiannya menjelang tiba
Biar padan muka kau wahai manusia
Yang bernama Bambang dan suku sakatnya.
Nafas siapa pula akan kau curi?
Bila Angin Selatan sudah berkubur?
Biarkan, Biarkan, Biarkan.
Datukmu ini mati.
Tanpa nisan pun tidak apa
Kerana mengadap Tuhan malunya ia
Memberi nafas kepada anak cucu
Penderhaka rupanya.


21-11-06
12.55 tghari

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Maybe you are wondering about the content of this poem but I dare not translate it coz I'm not quite sure how to. So sorry.
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About dad's bike. The police has managed to recover his bike. After he made a police report, the police launched an operation and found his bike at a playground within our neighbourhood. So, it must be the work of some local culprits. However, the police did not find the culprits. The bike has lost some parts and my dad has stored it at his friend's house to be repaired. I thought my dad would never see his bike again. This shows that Malaysian police is the best in the world. Best in the world I tell you. Best in the world yeah!!!
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That's all for now.
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Love and peace
Daniel Zaydi

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