Journey of the prophet in Saina'

When i say journey of the prophet many will say, am i going to write about the same story that was written and told in the quran? No,i am going to tell my readers how i followed and experienced their story or path and how the journey opened my eye towards our prophet hardship in making islam as the base of life.

and so,i went to Saina' or its famous name among the tourist was Sinai. it took my poor knee to stand about 8 hours of journey by bus and yes it almost break my neck. i went there by group astonishingly as i seldom like group tours,there were students from Mansoura, Tanta, and Cairo.i think we are almost 55 students, boys and girls. apart from my ego of not liking group tours as i like to do things on my own,this group did help me in making new friends and strengthen my friendship bonds with my fellow mansouriyyin.

our first stop was the port Salehuddin, Taba. When i say first stop,yes directly from Mansoura,without brushing teeth and morning things. despite all that,i can still manage a smile and enjoying the sun while enjoying the view. our tour guide explained that we can see 3 country from our spot,the @#$%^& Israel, Jordan, Saudi Arabia.

(how close i am with my brother Ali, who just started his study in Jordan)we have 3 Salehuddin's port as i can recalled in Egypt,i already visited 2 of them,one in Taba and Alexandria.i can't remember the location of the last one.

this is the port Salehudding from our view. there is a sweet looking pool there.its quite foggy because its still winter morning.

yup, this picture supposed to show us the 3 countries i mentioned before.

we continued our journey to Dahab. this is where i can get my swimming skills in actions. yes,i snorkelled here and there,swam like a fish untill i cramped one of my hamstring's muscle to stop myself. this is my second snorkelling spot after Hurghada, the Blue hole. It is considered as the most spectacular spot for divers around the world and no kidding,it is a HOLE!! i was toooo excited to jump into the sea, without life jacket and just a torn fin on my leg given by this stingy arab, i jumped into the sea. the seconds, i put my head in the water..OMG!!i am above a HOLE!a very deep one. its pitch dark blue with bubbles ascends from the diver's oxygen tank below. and for the second time after Hurghada,i experienced the nice coral reef view. i touched all the fishes but,as time passes,(we started late) the wave started to gobbled me down the ocean and the wind is quite fierce. so i stop swimming and wishing to visit this Blue Hole again,but this time,not snorkelling,but DIVE!

and..oopss,i bought myself my own snorkelling gear!yes!

i dont have any picture during our snorkelling activity,because i directly jumped into the water,i forgot to take even one. but, the next day (and so,i have Dahab's sea picture), we went again to the beach for some boring glass boat activity,we rode a boat with a glass at its floor,and everybody should see the wonder of red sea. but,i have motion sickness and the glass made me sick, so i stayed at the 2nd floor to enjoy my sea breeze n view which is a very bad idea instead because there is several lads in our group that smoked like a chimney and made me sicker. i dont know and i dont have any idea why they should suffocate me with their smoke for 24 hours the WHOLE journey. i nearly slapped them in the boat becaused i get really annoyed. but i remained my grace, and of course this savage people saved from my rage.;-). if they happened to read this,my message is,please do not smoke in front of other people.your smoke raid other people's clean oxygen air that their deserve to enjoy.stop being selfish.thank you very much. in a nutshell,i love dahab sea.

my friend, Insyirah on boat (left)

Blue Hole ocean scenery with gamal (right)

in front of our first hotel, miami beach hotel, Dahab.yes, this hotel has only one yellow BULB to light the whole room to reincarnate the horrror scene in JU-ON movie and NO WATER during the morning. the water was salty in the shower and sink. yup, i developed rashes because of this. i wonder how many star i should award them. oh well, its part of the experienced!!

our first lunch in Dahab.i saw dolphins!!!!!!but just the fin~

my next journey was the climax of all. above was just the usual teenager's fun. but what am i going to tell next is priceless, you cant get this experienced until you touched,smelled,and climbed it yourself. the journey of wadi arbaeen and mount Sinai expedition.and from my opinion,this part of my story deserve a special page in journey of the prophet in Saina' part 2.

(all pictures are copied from my friend's album in their facebook profile.thank you very much.i don't think i violated any of the privacy policies.have i??.i think the time has come for me to get my own self a camera.he2)

to be continue tonight~~

a disease called:Money-itis

as i lived my life as a 20 year old in medicine faculty,i found new disease,its not rare but the sufferer are unconscious and the community are unaware of the severity and the seriousness of the disease as it may cause the toppling of a nation as long as the diminishing of pure souls.may i explained this further,as it is not explained in other medical references or books.u may ask any professor fur further information,but this is what that might be in the exam.

name of the disease:money-itis
causative agent:money (regardless any currency)
vector:bank
definitive host:human (especially in this place where i am currently studying)
symptoms:cardinal signs of the disease,uncontrolled desire towards money and may lead to addiction!
initial manifestation are not severe as the amount of causative agent determine the level of infectious stage. the lesser the amount of money,the severe the disease get. Other sufferer of money-itis tend to be the carrier and sometimes having a tendency in infecting other person by water droplets eg. in talking and gossiping (some sufferer posses the ability of infectious host through persuasion and foolish thoughts). They have masked-like face or expressionless when asking for money.develop inflammation in the heart if the money asked refused or depleted.sometimes develop rage and exaggerating frustration towards incomplete desired amount of money if not given.the IV stage of the disease is identified but the 11 and 111 are still under study as most of the sufferer tends to be directly progressed towards stage IV.in this stage,no cure is yet to be found except du'a and prayer.but the symptoms are believed by most scholars can be controlled by giving the sufferer a motivation talk,shouting, or giving a lecture with hadith and dalil from the quran.non is documented to be effective.as in the IV stage,the pure consciences souls are almost diminished.

i'll continue the mode of investigations and further results of research and investigation in later writing.until we meet again,beware of this disease and its sufferer..its infectious in every form of matter.

my niece Suri Shahnaz Izzi

I missed Suri soo much when I wrote this poem. Its been quite a while I didn't manage to see her since I started to study in Egypt. Last time I saw her when she started to learn walking during my sister, Ilham's wedding. Now, even Aam has her own son and Suri already started to run and gving public speaking. Besides, my mom said she is vain like me. Am i a vain person??i am not.haha..;-)
i miss writing too..all this piling up work and facts to be memorised hindred my desire to write.i lost all my poems that i had scribbled on papers.huuh~ life is tough.sometimes we can't do what we want because we are human,and time consumed us~.
alas,here it is,my cute little Suri puri pudding and pie, wink the boys and make them cry! Actually i intended to give this picture to her mom, but, naahh..let's keep it as present for u my dear blog.

My Sweet Little Suri

My niece Suri
running with her boot all merry
hair is straight and shiny
parsel tongue and witty
naughty, clever, yet happy
looking very closely like Che Ja her aunty
but
being Suri, is a beauty

ok this picture was taken by my cousin, Halimah during our trip to Hurghada. i am trying to find my picture that similar with Suri's just to compare bits of her and mine.hmmm, i think we share the same idea that we are Jasmine-Aladdin princess.hahaha. I wonder, why she likes the same Disney character like me. Oh yeah, i promised to tell you about my summer trip long time ago right my mr.blog. Can I do it after my exam? Prof. Adel have made a great deal about learning neuroanat and it almost consumed all my remaining neurons, not to mentioned the Physiology. Sometimes I wonder, not sometimes, everytime i went to lectures, why do I keep doing this?haha..i should be designing homes and travelling.

untill next time Mr.Blog.

at the beginning of May

at the beginning of May was written by my dearest friend, Huda Shahool Hameed during our high school year before she left SMKJ3 for some sort of fancy boarding school.yeah, she wouldn't mind me mocking her school,as i always against the boarding school's uptight rules. now,she still attending fancy school far away in Vienna, Austria talking in germany language all around. she intent to continue in chemical engineering and i ask her to become rich so that she can join my backpacking dream. Alas, i kept this poem as remembrance not just towards my far bestfriend but to bear in my mind how friendship can be truthfull and so sweetly meaningfull. before my friend becomes boastful (because i'll keep saying how good she was and still as a friend), i would like to state my reasons why am i sharing this trophy of mine in my blog because, i felt pity and sympathy towards girls who declared war and anger to their friends because of jealousy. why do we let our heart full of envious feelings and revengeful desire for the sake of petty things like pretty lads and scanty fame? why loose such a loyal friend over precarious boyfriends. make wisdom as our motto girls. better have a sunny day than a rainy one. hence,dont make asking for a second chance as our habit as broken heart left scar: and scar takes time to heals sometimes it never recuperate and remain wounded.


thus,i present you.-trophy of mine.
At the beginning of May-special for wan chan

The shading tears of the day,
made me wonder at the beginning of May,
an inquisitive mind started to spin,
thinking that everything is not what it seem,

a magnificent girl stood alone,
a wonderful poet there on its own,
minding her pal that had gone,
to try the new air of the new zone,

'farewell' was the word from me,
'sayonara' was that from thee,
your tears made mine shaded,
made me realise the friendship we've made,

i was never a brummagem heart when it comes to friendship
for the one motto that i always keep,
to be with anybody with a wonderful heart,
and it is you that made me start,

i felt thankful of knowing you,
i hope you do feel it too,
we'll meet again that's the promise,
at the beginning of May will it be the cherish.

H.lilo.F 6th may 2007
(she include in the paper some illustrations using maker pens,she's not good in doing it..haha)

huda, that date is the last time i saw you.

today is my dearest friend,afrah's 19th birthday, i couldn't manage to get her kitten's necklace that she wanted so much in time nor can bake a lovely cake or cook something verrrryy delicious(because it wont be a surprise,i'll ask the recipe from her), but, sincerely from my heart,happy birthday and may allah let our friendship till heavens day.kiss**

heart our friendship.seek friend not foe.leave jealousy take kindness.

letter to my rose

my beautifull rose,
my best loved flower,
your smell are heavenly tranquil,
where did you came from?
to me,
beauty and you are a word,
i adore you,my dear companion,
during my downfall and tears
giving your smell for my serenity,
till you wilt and weary,
i'll put you beside me,
paying you with my loyalty.

ibu

what is it after our mother?
our husband,wife,spouse, or partner?
what is it she deserve after giving birth?
what is it she deserve after nursing and care?
what is it she deserve for giving unconditional love?

must i wait till i become a mother,
then i can have the all the answers?

what is it after our mother?
is it our gems, wealth or cars?
what should we be, think or give?
so i remain still.thinking.

what is it after my mother?
i know several answers,
i can give dua' in my prayer,
be good and let her live in honour,
use my warmth to help the sick and poor,
so that my daughter become me,
i am her in admire,
then she'll live forever.

unusual mansoura morning

today i woke up quite early from my usual after exam morning. i decided to checked the 'pedex' office at syarie' jihan as the package should arrive today, however,of course, as expected, the pedex is still close eventhough the time is already 9.3o am. the interesting part about mansoura's offices,either it is hospital or the university the office hour is variable, it depends on the clerks whether to open it late or early. But one thing i know,2.30 pm..if i still standing there,i'll get 'khalas,bukra,bukra.no today no today'. but, no offence Mr. hisham, you are very dedicated with your work. Especially, with 'israr's pedex'.

well, enough about the offices management, what i want to write is about the faces of malaysian student this morning. As i am enjoying my not so cool walk,i saw many mini van across my path, the rooftop of the van are piled up with many sorts of cool bags with different colours, i knew it right away,this must be the manchesterians folks all jolly ang giggling in the van, excited to go to the cairo's airport. yes, i am very right as suddently they directly shouted at me
'hey,israr, kelas tak de la hari ni.semua orang pergi airport'
yeah yeah,i smiled,and said 'enjoy folks' and start waving at each minivan carrying this happy manchersterians to the airport. At this particular moment,i felt like i am one of the kelantanese folks,saying hi and passing akok in the middle of the road. in a simple word 'gege'. Well the blood is still there i guess.

faces of satisfaction. yes, that is what i saw this morning. i still remember my emotions during my first study week as a freshmen. i can not describe it in words how i felt during this particular period. It was so very different from the previous weeks i had during my school striving year. Tones of cases are all piled up, the lectures are all written in time table, and my study table, doesn't look like a table anymore. What makes everything hard is not just the study itself,but the pressure to go home,(in my case,the tickets,thanks to super mommy who manage it tremendously well). the 3 o'clock sleep time and 6 in the morning wake up call, eating ordered food are all the bits that i had. oh,not to forget,kak ren's(my roomie) morning call 'uji,bangun sekarang!!study,cakap nak jayyid jiddan,ingat senang ke exam?'.i'll get a buttock smack if i still as aam would call 'tenggiling atas katil'.

when i saw my result,eventhough i am not supposed to know it yet (i managed to look it using my wits and super sonic eyes to sneak at the back ok the paper,my name was covered with liquidpaper) i felt a relieve. something that stucked in my throat are all flew away,ahh i can hear my tummy ken's voice already. i think, i'll have my collegues face too tomorrow. alright then, until we meet again.

p/s: i am still struggling with my words and grammar to get in right up to par again. after all, the main reason i start this blog is,as mok yah would say,dont loose your queen's english.