Saturday, October 29, 2011

Rela aku pendamkan,

Assalamualaikum w.b.t.


MABRUK, NOGORI MONANG EHH, :D
Ok, I can't actually speak with the slang. I'm from Selangor.


I was thrilled when I knew that NOGORI won THE CUP, (please Google). But I felt sorry for GANU as they haven't win for years. Plus, Agong was there. Yup, my beloved, respectful, number-one-man-of-Malaysia was there.


And yet, NOGORI won.


In a few days, I'll be back at CFS.
Home sweet home. Wait for me, will you?




One more thing to share,


Dua While Visitingthe Sick People
لا بَأسَ طَهُورٌ إِنْ شَاءَ اللّهُ
La ba'sa tahuroon insha'Allah

“Fear Allah wherever you are.
Follow up a bad deed with a good deed and it will blot it out. And deal with people in a good manner.”
[ Sunan al-Tirmidhî ]





http://orang-tua-budak-kecik.blogspot.com/2011/10/berhati-hati-dgn-kafir-laknatullah.html




Wallahua'lam.

Friday, October 28, 2011

Fikirlah,

Assalamualaikum w.b.t.


Tadi, semasa mahu solat Asar, terfikir, apakah yang harus diri ini lakukan?
Ada yang mengatakan perlu menunggu pukul 5 untuk senarai nama yang terpilih untuk Sem 2 akan dikeluarkan.
Hati berdebar menunggu.


Sebelum itu, sudah maklumkan kepada majikan, sedikit terperanjat dengan berita.
Mana tidaknya, sudah berjanji hendak bekerja 3 bulan.
Alhamdulillah, dia membenarkan pergi.


Teringat satu ayat,


"Allah tidak membebani seseorang itu melainkan sesuai dengan kesanggupannya."
Al Baqarah:286


Hampir setiap hari membaca ayat itu.
Tapi baru saja terfikir kepentingannya dalam kehidupan.


Allah telah berfirman, maka seharusnya kita sebagai hamba yakin dengan apa adanya.
Ada yang lainkah yang lebih menepati janji melainkan Allah?
Maha suci Allah, baru tadi saya berfikir.


Apabila jam menunjukkan pukul 5 petang, saya meminta izin meminjam laptop dari seorang rakan.Benarlah, nama saya tersenarai dalam kalangan 62 pelajar.




Saya agak terkejut. Dan sedikit tidak memahami bagaimana pemilihan dilakukan. Bukan semua dari kelas saya tersenarai. Hanya beberapa mempunyai jawatan dalam persatuan. Kebanyakan daripada jenis sekolah yang berbeza. Saya tidak gagal sebarang matapelajaran, saya tidak tahu yang lain bagaimana. Saya pelik.

Tapi, tetap bersyukur kerana Allah memberikan saya peluang untuk belajar. Sungguh saya merindui CFS.

Saya melihat keputusan saya kemudian. Tidaklah pernah saya berahsia tentang keputusan saya, jadi saya rela hati memberitahu. Alhamdulillah, Allah tahu apa yang terbaik untuk saya.
Saya redha dengan keputusan saya.


Sejurus selepas mengetahui, terus menghantar mesej kepada sir.
"Salam. Sampai hati sir bagi saya B-. Huhu."
"Wslm. Sy x bg. U yg bg sy b-. Sedih sy. Huhu"
Saya tersenyum.
Perbualan berakhir tidak lama kemudian. Sir menghantar mesej terakhir.
"Be berry Happy ya"
Saya senyum kembali.

Sungguh bersyukur mendapat empat orang guru, dan dua orang mua'lim yang sudi mengajar saya di CFS. Mereka mengangkat telefon saat saya mahu bertanya dan bersedia menjawab pertanyaan. Semoga kesemua mereka redha dengan saya dan rakan-rakan. Semoga Allah meredhai mereka.

Sudah sedikit tenang.
Menanti kepulangan ke CFS.
Mungkin sahaja, kegembiraan saya di situ. Buku-buku yang tidak sempat lagi saya baca, ada di situ. Pastilah perpustakaan menjadi tempat saya menghabiskan masa kembali. Seorang diri.


Wallahua'lam.




Thursday, October 27, 2011

If you think you know me, think again.

Assalamualaikum w.b.t.


Don't. Stop right there. If you don't want to read an-awful-lot of things.
You better stop.














I was at my work, waiting for my result when I received a text, asking me whether it is true that all the 1st years in CFS have to repeat Maths 1 again.


I was speechless. Not wanting to believe, so I reply with a no. I asked why.
She replied, it was all over fb.
Since, I deleted my old account, I don't have a way to access that information.


So I called sir Ashraf. Even though he is not my Maths lecturer. I don't care. He told me there might be a possibility, but didn't know why.
I took a deep breath, and called sir Izzuddin. I was hoping he won't answer, but he did. So I asked him. He told me, everything.


I hung up, again, took a deep breath. Walked back to my stall as there were customers and cried after they left.




I hate Maths.
I am not good in Maths.
I am the only one in my family who didn't score in Maths.
I worked hard for my A in SPM.
I was the only sister left in the classroom during one particular quiz.
I didn't sleep nights during examination and eat once a day.
I was frustrated because my room mate was good in Maths, but it is not her fault.
I didn't score well in mid term.


I hate myself, really.






Masa Maths, kawan baru pergi Mesir. Rasa sedih sangat. Beberapa hari sebelum ujian, sir ada bagi latihan. Kalau fotostat, RM11. Tasneem yang tolong fotostat. Tak bayar lagi. Terlupa. Nanti dah jumpa, ingat nak bayar. Pergi kelas dengan mentor, dia bagi semangat. Dia tahu kita lambat sikit buat latihan. Semua latihan matriks, buat pakai pembaris. Nak kemas, biar nanti tak pening orang baca. Kalkulator pula rosak, nampak separuh saja. Tapi guna lagi, sebab dah nak habis sem, ingat sem depan baru nak beli. Sedih. Betul sedih.


Ice Lemon Tea tak ada.










I hate myself.
You won't understand what I felt, what am I feeling right now.
I hate it when people asks, so please don't.
If you think that you have to read my blog to know what I feel, it is just wrong.
If I can hide my emotions really well in real world, why shouldn't I hide it in my blog?


No one, will know.


Wallahua'lam.

Days at work.

Assalamualaikum w.b.t



So I am writing this entry,
dedicated to my beloved Fatin Husna ;D
She asked me too write about this, I call it as enforcement.
(Not that I always have the chance to use that word)


Here you go









I am currently working, 13 hours per day.




I am a sales assistant at one of the stalls at Giant.
A bag stall.
Memento Gifts&Bags C:




My shift starts 9.30a.m every day.
It will end before 10.30p.m.
For the almost-whole-day, I'll be staying there, in a freezing condition.
Never did I forgot to bring my sweater.


What did I do, exactly?


Well, as soon as I arrive, I'll open my stall.
Put everything to their places, then I'll count my stock. In case of something magically gone.
Then I'll went to the actual shop and count my "flow money".


After all the hard work, I'll sit on the chair provided, and read Ratib al-Haddad.
If I bring a book, I'll read it until I finish it. I had read 4 books that I bought during The Big Bad Wolf Sale and I finished it within hours. I was, bored.
If I don't, I'll read the most amazing book ever, al-Quran.


At 11 o'clock, I'll perform Dhuha prayer.


Then I'll recite al-Quran.


At 1 o'clock, I'll perform my Zuhr prayer.


Then I'll write my book, if I bring my Superkira. The books that I am writing are: The Year I Turn 18 (fiction), A Walk To Remember:CFS IIUM (non-fiction) and Sakif Habibi (non-fiction).
If I don't, I'll recite al-Quran.


When the time comes, I'll perform my 'Asr prayer.


Then I'll read Ratib al-Haddad and recite al-Quran.


Around 7, I'll perform my Maghrib prayer.


Then I'll recite al-Quran.


I'll always look forward for Isya'.
Because after Isya', it is the time for my memorization to be put to test.
I'll repeat my memorization of Quran again and again.


I usually read the tafseer while repeating.
It helps :)


So that is my days, and most probably will for the next couple of months.
I am happy, as I spend more time with al-Quran, books and I'll be waiting for the perfect time to bring my heavy, Physics textbook. I want to concentrate on my writing first.


There it goes, a very, straight forward post.
I don't play my words around, like I usually did, and will do.


You may read Sakif Habibi at: sakifhabibi.blogspot.com


The other two are not for view at the mean time because I am planning to publish it, insyaAllah, with a authorised publisher. When I finish it, of course.


Wallahua'lam.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Runaway.

Assalamualaikum w.b.t


I have three posts in my drafts, ready to be publish. But not yet.
Just not yet.


Since I was 13, I have planned things pretty perfectly until I turn 40. However, when I was 17, the whole plan was blown by, the feeling you called love.
It wasn't surprising though.
Not until recently I just believed that, people does not change. Not without love.


And I did changed. However, this year, I turn 18.
I lost that feeling you called love, obviously. Now, there, not many of you might realize.
I doubt any of you did realize, truthfully. I hide emotions and secrets rather well than you might thought.


After years I have not plan anything new, I am planning now.


I am going to do whatever it takes, to achieve it.


My first plan would be to be one of the best engineering student in CFS, thus fly overseas for my degree. I know this might sound absurd, but really, I can't live here any longer. I'll make it through my Automotive slash Mechanical Engineering Degree anywhere in this world, but here. Then I'll work there, continue my Master and stay for years to come. I won't come back, I don't want to come back. Not until my wound heals.


The first plan, is very straight forward, and somewhat difficult to achieve.
So I have the second one.


The next plan, more realistic than ever. I would, finish my foundation with flying colors. Enough for the university, IIUM, to allow me to take double degree at Gombak. The degree will be Bachelor in Mechanic, with Automotive as major and Bachelor in Islamic Revealed Knowledge, with Quran and Sunnah as major. Both, I deeply wish, that I would pass in 4 years.


After I graduated, I won't stay long. During the holidays I will work, earn enough and prepare enough. I'll search for a scholar and well, go somewhere else. I'll be pursuing my master, hopefully, at Azhar University. Or somewhere, but not Engineering. I'll be concentrating with Islamic Knowledge.


Then, I'll be working, as an engineer somewhere. But not here. This is similar to my first plan. I won't be coming back home. Not until my wound heals.










I remember when I was form 5, I was sick most of the time. I easily catches cold and well, got sick. I remember laying down on my friends' lap and sleep. I remember how I can't participate in running, because I can't.


And yet I still try to make everyone happy. That was because that feeling you called love.


On the journey of being mature, I decided love is not just priceless. It has no value. At all.
Because no matter how deep it is, or how strong it is, one simple reason can break it into pieces. The greatest about it, is that you won't forget how it hurts. Just as much as you won't gain that love again.


Just so you know, if you didn't realize,
I lost to the war I created.


My plan is definitely a runaway track. Though I won't run, I'll make it through. I'll keep myself busy. Move on, moving along. My ex-principal was right about world, it is cruel.




Wallahua'lam.

Friday, October 21, 2011

The day I turn 18.

Assalamualaikum w.b.t.


Guess.


Yup, you got me, I am EIGHTEEN.
Officially, as some of the websites might state,
I am an ADULT :D




Well, that just mean my maturity level is probably getting a little bit higher, doesn't it?


I wonder if asking my brothers to buy me toys as my present would effect my maturity or not, hm.


Get over it, I am EIGHTEEN.
And you know I am smiling.


For the first time in years since my first birthday party, I don't actually have a party this year.
I don't even celebrate it the way I used to -- inviting the whole school to come over after school's ended.


I practically keep it simple this year.


I am having my nervous breakdown, by recently-happened-awkward-dreadful-problem.
But never mind, if time won't heal, I'll just pretend to forget things.
Simple.


Allright, truth being told, I am not in the mood to write.
Although I do want to write a whole lot more. I guess I am just too tired because of work. I'll keep my literature to be read later.








Last for today, but certainly not the least,
I want to thank everyone who remember my birth date by heart, eventhough you might not wish.
I want to thank everyone who have been reminded and wish me all the best.
I want to thank everyone who gave me gifts for the past years until now.
I want to thank anyone who reads this.


I love you, with all of what left of my sicken heart,
lillahita'ala.


Wallahua'alam.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

In 14 days,

Assalamualaikum w.b.t,




Have you read, New Moon?
If you do, have you seen the chapters where,
October-November-December-and-January, passes by,
just like that.


May I,




have those chapters in my life? Like, now.


I had deleted my Facebook account.
And I am currently doing multiple things, so I can forget things.
I keep myself busy. I still stay alone, though.


I am not complaining, I don't.
But I really want to, say something out loud.
Or at least,


type it in CAPITAL and bold, perhaps?




Oh, never mind.




Wallahua'alam.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

359 darjah,

Assalamualaikum w..b.t


Pernahkah, anda mendengar satu cerita?


Mengapa, air laut pasang surut?










Beberapa hari ini, saya melalui satu proses yang sukar.
Sukar bagi saya.


Perpisahan itu, selalu terjadi.
Tapi saya tak pernah menginginkan.
Pernahkah anda menangis? Sehinggakan, anda tidak ada air mata lagi?


Saya sedang mengalaminya sekarang. Dan saya akan mengalaminya buat satu jangka masa, yang sudah tentu agak lama. Saya telah melakukan sesuatu, telah membuat keputusan, yang mengubah kehidupan saya. Dan saya sedar. Tapi saya tetap buat.


Saya, agak degil.


Bukan senang, bagi saya untuk melakukan semua itu.
Tapi pilihan tetap mesti dibuat.










Pernahkah, anda mendengar satu pertanyaan?


Antara, cinta dan cita-cita, mana yang lebih penting?


atau


Antara, cinta dan agama, mana satu yang akan dipilih?








Saya, membuang perkataan cinta dari kedua-duanya.
Itulah yang saya pilih, selepas berfikir. Selepas istikharah.
Saya menyimpan segala perasaan, untuk mencapai cita-cita.
Sungguh, saya ingin menjadi seorang jurutera. Saya tiada masa untuk cinta.


Saya menyimpan segala rahsia untuk memperoleh agama.
Benar, saya ingin menghafal al-Quran. Saya tiada masa untuk cinta.




Biarlah satu hari nanti, setelah saya mendapat keduanya, barulah saya memikirkan tentang cinta. Biarlah saya sendiri hari ini, mendiamkan diri. Memutuskan segala hubungan.
Pernah dikatakan, saya sungguh pandai berlakon.
Tapi buat pertama kalinya, saya berlakon, untuk meninggalkan cinta.




Saya tahu, saya akan dibenci.




Tapi siapa yang tahu, hati ini?






Wallahua'lam.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Cinta; kadang-kadang, tak dimiliki.

Assalamualaikum w.b.t

Kisah cinta; Salman Al-Farisi.
diterjamah; bahasa Indonesia kepada bahasa Melayu


Salman Al Farisi memang sudah waktunya menikah. Seorang wanita Ansar yang
dikenalnya sebagai wanita mukminah lagi solehah juga telah mengambil
tempat di hatinya. Tentu saja bukan sebagai kekasih. Tetapi sebagai sebuah
pilihan dan pilihan yang dirasa tepat. Pilihan menurut akal yang sihat. Dan
pilihan menurut perasaan yang halus, juga roh yang suci.

Tapi bagaimanapun, dia merasa terasing di sini. Madinah bukanlah tempat
kelahirannya. Madinah bukanlah tempatnya membesar. Madinah memiliki
adat, rasa bahasa, dan rupa-rupa yang belum begitu dikenali. Dia
berfikir, melamar seorang gadis tempatan tentu menjadi sebuah urusan yang
pelik bagi seorang pendatang. Haruslah ada seorang yang akrab dengan tradisi
Madinah mewakili dirinya dalam khithbah (melamar). Maka disampaikannyalah perasaan
hati itu kepada sahabat Ansar yang dipersaudarakan dengannya, Abu Darda’.

”Subhanallaah. . wal hamdulillaah. .”, girang Abu Darda’ mendengarnya.
Mereka tersenyum bahagia dan berpelukan. Maka setelah persiapan dirasakan
cukup, beriringanlah kedua sahabat itu menuju sebuah rumah di penjuru
tengah kota Madinah. Rumah dari seorang wanita yang solehah lagi bertaqwa.

”Saya adalah Abu Darda’, dan ini adalah saudara saya Salman seorang
Persia. Allah telah memuliakannya dengan Islam dan dia juga telah
memuliakan Islam dengan amal dan jihadnya. Dia memiliki kedudukan yang
utama di sisi Rasulullah s.a.w, sehinggalah baginda menyebutnya sebagai ahli bait-nya.
Saya datang untuk mewakili saudara saya ini melamar puteri anda untuk dipersuntingnya.”, fasih Abud Darda’ bicara dalam logat Bani Najjar yang paling murni.
”Adalah kehormatan bagi kami”, ucap tuan rumah, ”Menerima anda berdua,
sahabat Rasulullah s.a.w yang mulia. Dan adalah kehormatan bagi keluarga ini
bermenantukan seorang sahabat Rasulullah s.a.w yang utama. Akan tetapi hak
jawab ini sepenuhnya saya serahkan pada puteri kami.” Tuan rumah memberi
isyarat ke arah hijab yang di belakangnya, puterinya menanti dengan
segala debar hati.

”Maafkan kami atas keterus-terangan ini”, kata suara lembut itu. Ternyata
ibunya yang bicara mewakili puterinya. ”Tetapi kerana anda berdua yang
datang, maka dengan mengharap redha Allah saya menjawab bahawa puteri kami
menolak pinangan Salman. Namun jika Abu Darda’ kemudian juga memiliki
niat yang sama, maka puteri kami telah menyiapkan jawapan mengiyakan.”

Jelas sudah. Keterus-terangan yang mengejutkan, ironik, sekaligus indah.
Puteri itu lebih tertarik kepada pengantar daripada pelamarnya! Itu
mengejutkan dan ironik. Tapi saya juga mengatakan indah kerana satu
alasan; reaksi Salman. Bayangkan sebuah perasaan, di mana cinta dan
persaudaraan bergelora berebut tempat dalam hati. Bayangkan sebentuk malu
dan bertemu dengan gelombang kesedaran; bahwa dia memang
belum mempunyai hak apa pun ke atas orang yang dicintainya. Mari kita dengar
kan perbicaraannya.

”Allahu Akbar!”, seru Salman, ”Semua mahar dan nafkah yang kupersiapkan
ini akan aku serahkan pada Abu Darda’, dan aku akan menjadi saksi
pernikahan kalian!”

Cinta tak harus memiliki. Dan sememangnya kita memang tak pernah memiliki
apa pun dalam kehidupan ini. Salman mengajarkan kita untuk meraih kesedaran
tinggi itu di tengah perasaan yang berkecamuk rumit; malu, kecewa, sedih,
merasa salah memilih pengantar –untuk tidak mengatakan ’merasa
dikhianati’-, merasa berada di tempat yang keliru, di negeri yang salah,
dan seterusnya. Ini tak mudah. Dan kita yang sering merasa memiliki orang
yang kita cintai, mari belajar daripada Salman. Tentang sebuah kesedaran yang
kadang harus kita munculkan dalam situasi yang tak mudah.

Wallahua'alam.

Monday, October 10, 2011

Warranty,

Assalamualaikum w.b.t

How's your faith (iman) today?


C:




I have a a story to tell you.
(geez, I have too many stories)
This time, it is about warranty.


I have always, for the millionth time, left my Superkira recklessly anywhere, anytime.
I love my Superkira of course, but I just, well, don't care.
Caution,
this might because it was given to me.
So I don't have the feel of, well, having to spend my own money? (Hmph.)


Enough said.


The real reason was because, I have a warranty.
It is not the usual warranty you get for free for one year or two.
It is the warranty that is worth RM770, and you have to pay for it.
It will covers any damage.
For the whole year.




So, that's it.
The reason.


Whenever we, as a person, have a guarantee of something,
the guarantee IF we lose it, or damage the particular item,
that the item will be restore to normal or given a new one,
we will feel more secure.


What's my point here?




If you haven't figure it out yet, I'll tell you otherwise :D


When I came to IIUM, I gained that kind of feeling.
I gained my confident in humanity,
but most of all, I gained my confident in Allah s.w.t.


Every time, if I have valuable things, I don't worry anymore.
I don't worry if I left it anywhere in the world.
I am not afraid, of losing anymore.


But it doesn't mean, that I don't even care of my belongings.
Belongings for me,
are not only stuffs like laptop, phone or money.
My friends, family, beloved ones, are also included.
Why?
Because, I've always, always longing for them.
Every single time.


I was born, or we were born,
in an era, far from our beloved Prophet, Muhammad s.a.w (p.b.u.h).
I've always wanted to meet him.
But who am I to ask for such a thing?


Even though, I might not stand a chance.
I still have a warranty.
A warranty that Allah s.w.t will always, care our Prophet, with the best way.


And today,


I have lost, someone, that I thought, will be besides me forever.
I have lost, a friend, my best friend, that I care dearly.
For not all of the others might know my sadness,
I'll be only express this in my blog.
And might few of the others know by myself.


Today,


I only ask for one particular warranty.
May Allah, keeps that person, under his blessings. InsyaAllah.




Wallahua'lam.

Dan Allah lebih mengetahui,

Assalamualaikum w.b.t.


Kata orang,


dalam laut boleh diduga, dalam hati siapa tahu?




Pernah sekali, saya bertanya, "dalam pandangan mata kau, aku gembira tak?"
Rakan saya terus membalas, "aku tak tahu. Sebab lepas kau tanya, terus kau senyum."






Dalam laut boleh diduga, dalam hati siapa tahu?
Allah s.w.t.






Wallahua'lam.

I thought...

Assalamualaikum w.b.t.

I thought...


...that I was happy.

Who wouldn't?
Three months off the campus, at home.
I can do almost everything that I want.


I really did thought...

...that I was happy.

Today, I have been asked;

"Bagaimana dengan iman hari ini? Bagaimana dengan hati?"

These two stop me for a while.



Somehow, I wish, I'll get through a week, without being sad.
But who am I to not be sad?
With the sins I have did, and little more than nothing deeds.
Who am I, to be happy?


Wallahua'alam.

Sunday, October 9, 2011

The name I've always wanted,

Assalamualaikum w.b.t.
*warning, this is a non-educational post*


كيف حلك؟


C:


Have you ever thought, of you future children names?
I had.
Since I was form 1.


It wasn't that early for me. I have always wanted kid by my own.
I just don't want to marry during my early age.
Just, kids.


Every time, I say out loud their names, I had experienced multiple reaction.
Some will say -- "liar" and others will -- laugh.
I don't blame them for being sarcastic over my kids names but, it is still my choice.
I wouldn't laugh at your kids names for sure, insyaAlllah.


So, what's the name again?


Alfie Muhammad Cinta Ku Aqso Shah
Alfia Khadijah Sayang Ku Madina Syah
Alief Muhammad Kasih Ku Firdaus Shah
Alifa Humaira' Rindu Ku Ma'wa Syah


*Smileeee*


I warned you, this is not an educational post at all.
I just want to randomly type things. I'm bored.


However, I found out that there are few names that is simple yet meaningful.
I won't choose any other name for my boys except Muhammad.
But for girls, there are few names I came across that gripped my attention:


Shafura -- This is the name of Prophet Moses (Musa) a.s wife.
Qamar -- The moon.
Dhia' -- Glow.
Nur -- Light.
Orkid -- a flower.


So, whether my future kids will have a long, long name that I've always wanted or just one, short simple name, it really does depends on their future father. In other words, my future husband.


I am keeping myself safe and secure, because Allah had promised that He would give us a partner that we deserve. Where is he now? I don't know, but I'll be waiting. 


Wallahua'lam.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

It is about you for once,


Assalamualaikum w.b.t.

I love Engineering.
I wanted to be an Automotive Engineer.

Eventhough it might not be my life-long ambition, however, I am willingly devoting myself on the journey of becoming an Engineer.

It might be a little hard as I am not good in Maths.
There might be a struggle as I am a woman in the field where the majority are men.
Nevertheless, I still want to be an engineer.

The reason why I wrote, or exactly typed things like this is because,
I felt that students in my batch, specifically those ENGENIUSes, did not want to be an engineer.
They rather be something else, eventhough they are currently, studying Foundation of ENGINEERING.
I say, what-the-deck?

You are not suppose to take these things easy, for you own information.
Do you even know how engineers in this world succeed?
Do you even care what engineers in this whole wide world, past to present, had accomplished?
They made our lives easier, with grants from Allah.

They worked their minds off to study, think and experimenting trillions of new, undiscovered scientific information.
I respect them for what they did, for their hard works.
So I follow their footsteps.

I certainly have things to be paid off.
I am bad in Maths, so I learn it. Until the point I have to do exercises – every, single night.
Yes I admit, once, I throw up. I did too many Maths until I felt sick and throw up.
But it didn't stop me. I continued.

I love Physics, most of you might think it is easy for me to learn Physics as I like it.
The real answer is no.
Not at all.
It becomes harder and harder because I felt, if we do love certain subjects, we must learn it until the point that we understand it very well and can explain it to people.
I read every Physics book that catches my eyes whenever I was in the library.
I worked-unbelievably-hard for Physics.

This two subjects, perfectly important to an engineer.

If you can't do both, you just can't be one.

This is why I hate illogical things.
If you don't want to be an engineer, why even bother?
If you don't want to study, why even bother?
If you don't want to learn from your failure, or taking advices from people, why even bother?

This is my love you are messing with.
You won't get pass through me, if you don't like it as much as I do.

You are, one the ENGENIUSes. A future engineer, a genius, a Muslim.
Never take things for granted, will you?

Few things to ponder, few websites to look through:

Wallahua'lam.