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perkataan berlawan.... 5:50 AM

Kelas yang tadi bercempera tiada guru, kini menjadi senyap sunyi. Ini adalah kerana guru yang paling digeruni telah masuk ke dalam kelas. Wajahnya garang seperti Jin yang tidak ada Shamsudin. Kalau hendak tahu ikutilah pelajaran cikgu ini. 

Murid-murid: Selamat pagi, cikgu. 

Cikgu: (Menengking) Mengapa selamat pagi sahaja?Petang dan malam awak doakan saya tak selamat? 

Murid-murid: Selamat pagi,petang dan malam cikgu! 

Cikgu: Panjang sangat! Tak pernah dibuat oleh orang! Kata selamat sejahtera! Senang dan penuh bermakna. Lagipun ucapan ini meliputi semua masa dan keadaan. 

Murid-murid: Selamat sejahtera cikgu! 

Cikgu: Sama-sama, duduk! Dengar sini baik-baik . Hari ini cikgu nak uji kamu semua tenteng perkataan berlawan. Bila cikgu sebutkan perkataannya, kamu semua mesti menjawap dengan cepat, lawan bagi perkataan-perkataan itu,faham? 

Murid-murid: Faham, cikgu! 

Cikgu: Saya tak mahu ada apa-apa gangguan. 

Murid-murid: (senyap) 

Cikgu: Pandai! 

Murid-murid: Bodoh! 

Cikgu: Tinggi! 

Murid-murid: Rendah! 

Cikgu: Jauh! 

Murid-murid: Dekat! 

Cikgu: Berjaya! 

Murid-murid: Usno! 

Cikgu: Salah! 

Murid-murid: Betul! 

Cikgu: Bodoh! 

Murid-murid: Pandai! 

Cikgu: Bukan! 

Murid-murid: Ya! 

Cikgu: Oh Tuhan! 

Murid-murid: Oh Hamba! 

Cikgu: Dengar ini! 

Murid-murid: Dengar itu! 

Cikgu: Diam! 

Murid-murid: Bising! 

Cikgu: Itu bukan pertanyaan, bodoh! 

Murid-murid: Ini ialah jawapan, pandai! 

Cikgu: Mati aku! 

Murid-murid: Hidup kami! 

Cikgu: Rotan baru tau! 

Murid-murid: Akar lama tak tau! 

Cikgu: Malas aku ajar kamu! 

Murid-murid: Rajin kami belajar cikgu! 

Cikgu: Kamu gila! 

Murid-murid: Kami siuman! 

Cikgu: Cukup! Cukup! 

Murid-murid: Kurang! Kurang! 

Cikgu: Sudah! Sudah! 

Murid-murid: Belum! Belum! 

Cikgu: Mengapa kamu semua bodoh sangat? 

Murid-murid: Sebab saya seorang pandai! 

Cikgu: Oh! Melawan! 

Murid-murid: Oh! Mengalah! 

Cikgu: Kurang ajar! 

Murid-murid: Cukup ajar! 

Cikgu: Habis aku! 

Murid-murid: Kekal kami! 

Cikgu: O.K. Pelajaran sudah habis! 

Murid-murid: K.O. Pelajaran belum bermula! 

Cikgu: Sudah, bodoh! 

Murid-murid: Belum, pandai! 

Cikgu: Berdiri! 

Murid-murid: Duduk! 

Cikgu: Saya kata USNO salah! 

Murid-murid: Kami dengar BERJAYA betul! 

Cikgu: Bangang kamu ni! 

Murid-murid: Cerdik kami tu! 

Cikgu: Rosak! 

Murid-murid: Baik! 

Cikgu: Kamu semua ditahan tengah hari ini! 

Murid-murid: Dilepaskan tengah malam itu! 

Cikgu: (Senyap dan mengambil buku-bukunya keluar.) 

Sebentar kemudian, loceng pun berdering. Murid-murid merasa lega kerana guru yang paling ditakuti oleh mereka telah keluar. Walau bagaimanapun, mereka merasa bangga kerana telah dapat menjawab kesemua soalan cikgu tadi, tetapi esok masih ada. Cikgu itu pasti akan datang lagi. 

The story of 3 friends.... 5:30 AM

Not long ago, three friends came to the New York city. They decided to stay in a hotel during the visit.

It so happened that their room ended up being on the 60th floor.

The policy of the hotel was that everynight after 12:00 a.m. the elevators are shut down for security reasons.The next day, the three friends rented a car and went out to explore the city. They enjoyed movies, concerts, and other things throughout the whole day. At one point, they remembered that they have to get back to the hotel before 12 a.m.

When they arrived, it was beyond 12 a.m. at night. The elevators were shut down. There was no other way to get back to their room but to take the stairs all the way to the 60th floor. All of a sudden, one friend got an idea.

He said “For the first 20 floors, I will tell jokes to keep us going. Then another one of us could say wisdom stories for the next 20 floors. Finally, we will cover the other 20 floors with sad stories.”

So, one of the friends started with the jokes. With laughs and joy,they reached the 20th floor. 


Now, another friend started saying stories that are full of wisdom. So, they learned a lot while reaching the 40th floor. 


Now, it was time for the sad stories.

So, the third friend started thus, “My first sad story is that I left the key for the room in the car.”


Now, what is the point of this story?

This story resembles our lifecycle. For the first 20 years of our life, we spend time in joking and enjoying whatever is out there. Then, after we reach 20, we go into the work force, get marriead, have kids and this is the time when we use our wisdom. Then, if we reach 40, we finally see the white hairs and begin to think that my life is coming to an end and the sadness begins.


It’s better that we start our life in the very beginning by remembering death rather than preparing for it at the end our life when very few of us have the energy to obey Allah completely. We should also remember that there is no guarantee of a life of 60 years for any of us, many have already left this world way before that age.

May Allah give us the ability to make use of our life before death and our youth before old age, Ameen.

The Story of a Boy and a Tree... 5:26 AM

“A son’s sacrifice towards his parents is not complete until a situation arises whereby he buys and frees his parents from becoming slaves.” As we already know, we cannot deny the greatness of our beloved parent’s sacrifice, how they have spent most of the time lives to secure our future; their children’s future. From the time we were infants until we become useful people, they care for us. This is a story that relates to their sacrifice; a story about a boy and a tree in a countryside. 

Once upon a time, when a boy was a small child, he used to play with a particular tree everyday as a hobby. Tree was very happy and wished that it could stop time from going on so that it could stay with the boy forever. But time goes on by and the boy gradually grows older day by day, year by year. Eventually, he doesn’t play with the tree anymore. So, the tree becomes very sad and lonely.

One gloomy morning, as the tree was standing alone, remembering the happy days they had together, it got a shock joy as the boy come back. He had come to ask for money and the tree didn’t hesitates even the least to give and sacrifice all it had with its capability, shedding all its leaves to give to the boy, leaving it bare and cold. The boy went away happily but didn’t return for along time.

A few years passed by and the boy has grown into a handsome man. Eventually, he came back to visit the tree, asking yet another favor for wood to build of his house. Once again, the tree sacrificed itself and was partly cut down. But again, the boy left the tree alone and never come back anymore. 

In this story, the tree symbolizes our parents. The reality today is just as such. Children never appreciate their parents’ sacrifice but always asking for more. Parents, on the other hand, never abandon their children’s hope and sacrifice all they could. Some nowadays think that money could pay for what they have done, that is by giving their parents money. Actually, this concept is totally wrong. 

Always remember, love has no substitute, be it billions of dollars or ringgit, no value can match the price of love. One thing need to remember is that, even if you service your parent for whole of your life, you still cannot pay for what they have done for you. The parent’s sacrifices are invaluable.

stranger in the dark... 5:23 AM

A few months before I was born, my dad met a stranger who was new to our small town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer, and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around to welcome me into the world a few months later. 

As I grew up, I never questioned his place in our family. In my young mind, each member had a special niche. My brother, Bilal, five years my senior, was my example. Fatimah, my younger sister, gave me an opportunity to play big brother’ and develop the art of teasing. My parents were complementary instructors - Mom taught me to love the word of Allah, and Dad taught me to obey it. But the stranger was our storyteller. He could weave the most fascinating tales. Adventures, mysteries, and comedies were daily conversations. He could hold our whole family spell-bound for hours each evening. 

If I wanted to know about politics, history, or science, he knew it. He knew about the past, understood the present, and seemingly could predict the future. The pictures he could draw were so life like that I would often laugh or cry as I watched. He was like a friend to the whole family. He took Dad, Bilal, and me to our first major league baseball game. 

He was always encouraging us to see the movies and he even made arrangements to introduce us to several movie stars. The stranger was an incessant talker. Dad didn’t seem to mind but sometimes Mom would quietly get up while the rest of us were enthralled with one of his stories of faraway places, go to her room, and read her Qur’an and pray. I wonder now if she ever prayed that the stranger would leave. 

You see, my dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions. But this stranger never felt an obligation to honor them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our house - not for some of us, from our friends, or adults. Our longtime visitor, however, used occasional four letter words that turned my ears and made Dad squirm. 

To my knowledge, the stranger was never confronted. My dad was a teetotaler who didn’t permit alcohol in his home, as good Muslims should. But the stranger felt like we needed exposure and enlightened us to other ways of life. He offered us beer and other alcoholic beverages often. He made cigarettes look tasty, cigars manly, and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (probably too much, too freely) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing. 

I know now that the stranger influenced my early concepts of the man-woman relationship. As I look back, I believe it was the grace of Allah that the stranger did not influence us more. Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents. Yet, he was seldom rebuked and never asked to leave. More than thirty years have passed since the stranger moved in with the young family on Wangee Road. 

He is not nearly so intriguing to my Dad as he was in those early years. But if I were to walk into my parents’ den today, you would still see him sitting over in a corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures… His name you ask?We called him TV

Our Lord! Forgive us our sins and expiate from us our evil deeds, and make us die in the state of righteousness. 

"O Allah, let our last days be the best days of our life and our last deeds be the best deeds, and let the best day be the day we meet You." (Surah Al- Imran Ayat 193)


[Written by a Muslim brother, for a nationwide essay competition in Canada. Needless to say, he took the first prize]