as life goes on

life(1:end) = MATLAB;


and today Imad vai turns 31. years do fly, huh! he is one of the most amazing man i have personally known; and of his many rare qualities i am most touched by his selfless helping of others, simplicity and devoted patience. (his wife, our dearest
Ailin vabi, is no less... and i do hope to come to that some other time)

(p.s. imad vai, if by any chance you are reading this, its not flattering!! and happy birthday once again)



--by : David L. Weatherford

Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round,
or listened to rain slapping the ground?

Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight,
or gazed at the sun fading into the night?

You better slow down, don't dance so fast,
time is short, the music won't last.

Do you run through each day on the fly,
when you ask "How are you?", do you hear the reply?

When the day is done, do you lie in your bed,
with the next hundred chores running through your head?

You better slow down, don't dance so fast,
time is short, the music won't last.

Ever told your child, we'll do it tomorrow,
and in your haste, not see his sorrow?

Ever lost touch, let a friendship die,
'cause you never had time to call and say hi?

You better slow down, don't dance so fast,
time is short, the music won't last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere,
you miss half the fun of getting there.

When you worry and hurry through your day,
it's like an unopened gift thrown away.

Life isn't a race, so take it slower,
hear the music before your song is over.


happy new hijri year 1428

praying for every one to hv peace, fulfilment, blessings and happines in this upcoming hijri new year and years to come.

salam mmal hijrah 1428


25 - 26 / 2006 - 2007

for those of who dont know, my birthday almost coincides with the new year. so every time the year turns over a new leaf, so do I. with surprise parties (hav had that a number of times), gifts and cakes, it had always been a happy experience; and to be frank, an experience i had begun looking forward to.

going through the last hours of my prime youth, of the golden age of 25 (and waiting for the 'surprise' - i did 'sniff' beforehand, something in the making) i was taken back by a new sort of feeling this time around. a sense of despair, a feeling of loss.

with each step in my life reaching toward the inevitable but unknown end, i realized that i was letting the opportunities pass by. 25 years of my life had gone by, and what had i achieved? ofcourse if you count my worldly achievements, i must admit its atleast worth mentioning, if not anything more than that (All praises and thanks to God Almighty).

but what abt my capital for that journey, the journey to reality. the awakening from the dream we are living? how much hav i prepared for that ultimate goal, the day of reckoning!!

and wat abt my responsibility in this world? being born with at least a silver spoon (if not gold) in my mouth in one of the most impoverished countries of this world surely comes with its share of responsibilites!!

with every breath of air i take, seconds are slipping away. this i can never stop. but what i CAN do is maximize the utility of those remaining minutes still at hand. the time i am yet to loose.

and let that be my resolution for both this new years.

revisiting history

today is the last day of dhul hijja, the last month of the Islamic calendar, and what really singles out this month from the other 11 is her first ten days, and especially the day of Arafah, ninth of this month. It is on this day that the 5-day Hajj celebration or pilgrimage starts, the festival where more than 3 million faithful slaves of God gathers around Mecca answering to the call of Lord Almighty.

history of hajj is rooted three thousand years deep, dating back to the time of prophet Abraham (upon him be peace). history has it that the first inhabitants of the place which is now known as Mecca were Ishmael, the son of Abraham and his mother Hager (upon them be peace).

Abraham, being true to his covenant and sincere in his faith upon Allah, left his one and only child and his mother in a deserted place; a place with the barren earth as floor covered only by the vast open sky. they had neither food nor drink to sustain them and all three of them knew well enough that the only way these two 'exiled' would survive is if God Himself intervened.

God in turn, being Pleased with His sincere slave and friend's reliance on Him turned this 'expatriation' into an example for mankind, an example to be followed til the end of times. and it is this example of these three faithful servant of God Almighty which has been emulated in the ritual of pilgrimage, a annual ritual that has been sincerely followed since then without fail.

did any of those three, or first generation of Meccans ever imagine that this barren land of sand and desert, a land of exile would turn out to be centre of the world in years to come?


and i? a thousand careful consideartions of 'what ifs' and 'if nots' precede before taking even the simplest of decision, decision that dont even risk the loss of a single hair.


recapping... recapulating

most of last couple of months passed in a blitz. myself was darn busy with studies and a little of few other stuffs.

but that dusnt mean other aspects of my life was on hold. much hv bn happening, much had happened; some of which i would like share with the world out there... through a series of upcoming backdated posts