• Korea Selatan: Pandangan Sisi Dari Seorang Muslimah

    Written by Izyan Zainuddin  December 14, 2010   Comments »

    Syukur alhamdulillah, 4 hingga 11 Disember yang lalu, saya dan keluarga berpeluang untuk melancong ke Korea Selatan. Pengalamannnya, memang tiada tandingan. Walaubagaimanapun, benarlah kata pepatah, hujan emas di negeri orang, hujan batu di negeri sendiri, lebih baik di negeri sendiri.

  • Moist Banana cake

    Written by Izyan Zainuddin  May 26, 2011   Comments »

    Terbaru, saya sempat buat moist banana cake yang saya rasakan adalah satu kejayaan sebab dulu pernah juga saya buat kek pisang , tapi bila dah masak jadi macam bingka pulak :(Anyways, resepi ini sangat mudah. Kalau tak ada mixer, guna saja spatula untuk mengacau. Dan kalau tak ada oven, guna saja pengukus...

  • A Glimpse of Jalan TAR

    Written by Izyan Zainuddin  February 15, 2011   Comments »

    Saya selalu suka untuk 'bersightseeing'. Jadi, bila diajak untuk teman kakak saya beli tudung di Jalan TAR, sudah tentu saya tak menolak. Bukan nak beli barang sangat pun, tapi saja nak lihat keadaan di sana sebab dah lama sangat tak ke Jalan TAR, tambahan pula sekarang tengah cuti seminggu. Perfect timing, tak perlu pening dulu fikir pasal kelas dan klinik....

  • Kita Masih Belum Faham

    Written by Izyan Zainuddin  May 28, 2010   Comments »

    Kemenangan Rima Fakih dalam Miss USA baru-baru ini telah mencetuskan kontroversi. Rima, seorang Arab-American telah dinobatan sebagai pemenang dalam pertandingan ratu cantik dan memewaskan puluhan yang lain. Tapi, kenapa kemenangan Rima mencetuskan kontroversi ya?

October 24, 2009

Loss of sensation.

Salam. Sedikit luahan perasaan. Hmm tak taulah nak consider ini perkara yang baik atau tak. Tapi yang saya perasan, saya sekarang macam dah lain sikit. Huhu. Bukan apa, semenjak dua menjak ni serasanya macam dah kurang berperasaan. Kalau happy tak happy sangat, kalau sedih pun dah macam tak sedih.

Kalau zaman kecil-kecil dulu, sayalah yang paling cepat menangis dan merajuk. Baru je kena jegil mata sikit, dah mengalir air mata. Kalau mengaji quran dengan ayah pulak, habis basah quran tu dengan air mata bila kena marah sebab salah baca. Adik-beradik yang lain cool je kalau kena marah dengan ayah pun. Bila dah sekolah menengah pun sama. Cepat sangat terasa kalau orang cakap apa-apa.

But things changed, and of course people too. Kalau di optech lab, (tempat kami practise handskill untuk treat patients with teeth probs n so on) saya langsung tak ada perasaan kalau kena marah dengan supervisor. Sedikit sedih tu mungkin ada, tapi tak lah sampai keluar air mata macam dulu-dulu. Kalau kena puji pulak (baru je sekali kena puji pun) tak rasa happy pun.

Bahayalah rasanya kalau perkara ni berterusan sampai ke klinik nanti. Bak kata Dr Azwatee, a dentist is someone who works with head, heart and hand ( but i think most ppl work with these things too, arent they?) and I wonder if i'm heartless, got no feelings, will that make me a good dentist by then? Nanti nak cabut gigi orang pakai tarah je. Orang sakit ke, tak sakit ke.. main cabut je. Eheh. Sorry2 I was just exaggerating. Kalau orang dah sakit meraung-raung tu kita buat tak kisah saja, I dont think we can even call that person a human, at all.

Hmm entahlah. Dulu masa terlalu sensitif, nak jadi kuat. Sekarang bila dah kuat (ye ke?) rasa macam nak sensitif pulak. Terutamanya bila kita menghadap Tuhan, saya mengharapkan perasaan yang cukup sensitif, yang membolehkan saya menangis dalam sujud dan doa. Tapi jarang nak dapat perasaan macam tu sekarang ni. Terlalu banyak perkara dalam fikiran. Sedangkan Allah itu memang dekat sangat dengan kita. Nak mengadu apa pun boleh.

I wonder if this thing happen with an increase in age. And if it does, can I just wish I will never age? Because being sensitive seems to be a good thing after all. Hmmph.
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October 19, 2009

Be proud, girls!

Salam. As I was browsing my emails a couple of days a go, I found an email forwarded to me from my naqibah when I was in PASUM.. (rindu kak miha! :() The email is basically an article (but the writer wrote it in a letter kind of way), sent from a non-muslim friend to the muslim women regarding the way she sees the them. I wonder how she, a non-muslim can see what a beautiful religion Islam is compared to some of us, who were born as muslim, raised as muslim, yet we still do not appreciate the biggest nikmat Allah has given us, which is the nikmat of Islam. Some of us complain a lot.. 'kenapa kena tutup aurat, kenapa tak boleh dating, kenapa asyik kena ikut cakap suami, kenapa tu.. kenapa ni..."Anyways, I do not want to talk much. Read this, girls. And lets just ponder ourselves whether we really have ever thought how lucky we are, to be blessed with Islam and Iman in ourlives.

A letter from a Christian to Muslim women
March 7th, 2007
By Joanna Francis
Writer, Journalist - USA

Between the Israeli assault on Lebanon and the Zionist “war on terror,” the Muslim
world is now center stage in every American home. I see the carnage, death and
destruction that have befallen Lebanon, but I also see something else: I see you. I
can’t help but notice that almost every woman I see is carrying a baby or has children
around her. I see that though they are dressed modestly, their beauty still shines
through. But it’s not just outer beauty that I notice. I also notice that I feel something
strange inside me: I feel envy. I feel terrible for the horrible experiences and war
crimes that the Lebanese people have suffered, being targeted by our common enemy.

But I can’t help but admire your strength, your beauty, your modesty, and most of all,
your happiness.

Yes, it’s strange, but it occurred to me that even under constant bombardment, you
still seemed happier than we are, because you were still living the natural lives of
women. The way women have always lived since the beginning of time. It used to be
that way in the West until the 1960s, when we were bombarded by the same enemy.
Only we were not bombarded with actual munitions, but with subtle trickery and
moral corruption.

Through Temptation
They bombarded us Americans from Hollywood, instead of from fighter jets or with
our own American-made tanks. They would like to bomb you in this way too, after
they’ve finished bombing the infrastructure of your countries. I do not want this to
happen to you. You will feel degraded, just like we do. You can avoid this kind of
bombing if you will kindly listen to those of us who have already suffered serious
casualties from their evil influence. Because everything you see coming out of
Hollywood is a pack of lies, a distortion of reality, smoke and mirrors. They present
casual sex as harmless recreation because they aim to destroy the moral fabric of the
societies into which they beam their poisonous programming. I beg you not to drink
their poison. There is no antidote for it once you have consumed it. You may recover
partially, but you will never be the same. Better to avoid the poison altogether than to
try to heal from the damage it causes.

They will try to tempt you with their titillating movies and music videos, falsely
portraying us American women as happy and satisfied, proud of dressing like
prostitutes, and content without families. Most of us are not happy, trust me. Millions
of us are on anti-depressant medication, hate our jobs, and cry at night over the men
who told us they loved us, then greedily used us and walked away. They would like to
destroy your families and convince you to have fewer children. They
do this by presenting marriage as a form of slavery, motherhood as a
curse, and being modest and pure as old-fashioned. They want you to
cheapen yourself and lose your faith. They are like the Serpent
tempting Eve with the apple. Don’t bite.

I see you as precious gems, pure gold, or the “pearl of great value” spoken of in the
Bible (Matthew 13: 45). All women are pearls of great value, but some of us have
been deceived into doubting the value of our purity. Jesus said: “Give not that which
is holy unto the dogs, neither cast your pearls before swine, lest they trample them
under their feet, and turn again and rend you” (Matthew 7: 6). Our pearls are
priceless, but they convince us that they’re cheap. But trust me; there is no substitute
for being able to look in the mirror and seeing purity, innocence and self-respect
staring back at you.

The fashions coming out of the Western sewer are designed to make you believe that
your most valuable asset is your sexuality. But your beautiful dresses and veils are
actually sexier than any Western fashion, because they cloak you in mystery and show
self-respect and confidence. A woman’s sexuality should be guarded from unworthy
eyes, since it should be your gift to the man who loves and respects you enough to
marry you. And since your men are still manly warriors, they deserve no less than
your best. Our men don’t even want purity anymore. They don’t recognize the pearl
of great value, opting for the flashy rhinestone instead. Only to leave her too!

Your most valuable assets are your inner beauty, your innocence, and everything that
makes you who you are. But I notice that some Muslim women push the limit and try
to be as Western as possible, even while wearing a veil (with some of their hair
showing). Why imitate women who already regret, or will soon regret, their lost
virtue? There is no compensation for that loss. You are flawless diamonds. Don’t let
them trick you into becoming rhinestones. Because everything you see in the
fashion magazines and on Western television is a lie. It is Satan’s trap. It is fool’s

A Woman’s Heart
I’ll let you in on a little secret, just in case you’re curious: pre-marital sex is not even
that great. We gave our bodies to the men we were in love with, believing that that
was the way to make them love us and want to marry us, just as we had seen on
television growing up. But without the security of marriage and the sure knowledge
that he will always stay with us, it’s not even enjoyable! That’s the irony. It was just a
waste. It leaves you in tears.

Speaking as one woman to another, I believe that you understand that already.
Because only a woman can truly understand what’s in another woman’s heart. We
really are all alike. Our race, religion or nationalities do not matter. A woman’s heart
is the same everywhere. We love. That’s what we do best. We nurture our families
and give comfort and strength to the men we love. But we American women have
been fooled into believing that we are happiest having careers, our own homes in
which to live alone, and freedom to give our love away to whomever we choose.
That is not freedom. And that is not love.

Only in the safe haven of marriage can a woman’s body and heart be safe to love.
Don’t settle for anything less. It’s not worth it. You won’t even like it and you’ll like
yourself even less afterwards. Then he’ll leave you.

Sin never pays. It always cheats you. Even though I have reclaimed my honor,
there’s still no substitute for having never been dishonored in the first place. We
Western women have been brainwashed into thinking that you Muslim women are
oppressed. But truly, we are the ones who are oppressed; slaves to fashions that
degrade us, obsessed with our weight, begging for love from men who do not
want to grow up. Deep down inside, we know that we have been cheated.
We secretly admire and envy you, although some of us will not admit it. Please do not
look down on us or think that we like things the way they are. It’s not our fault. Most
of us did not have fathers to protect us when we were young because our families
have been destroyed. You know who is behind this plot.

Don’t be fooled, my sisters. Don’t let them get you too. Stay innocent and pure. We
Christian women need to see what life is really supposed to be like for women. We
need you to set the example for us, because we are lost. Hold onto your purity.
Remember: you can’t put the toothpaste back in the tube. So guard your “toothpaste”

I hope you receive this advice in the spirit in which it is intended: the spirit of
friendship, respect, and admiration. From your Christian sister – with love…

* This article is republished with the kind permission of the author. The original can
be found on Crescent and the Cross. Joanna Francis is a writer and journalist. She
manages her own blog.

IZ: Sorry bout the arrangement of the sentences. Tak reti dah nak betulkan cemane. Huhu
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October 9, 2009

Happy Birthday, Ibu!!

Hajjah Siti Khadijah Zakaria- saya punya ibu :)

Salam. Its been a while since I last posted something here. Yea.. life these days, well not really these days.. I think my life is always in a rush. Eversince I entered dentistry, I hardly have a very nice life routine. Adequate rest? Naah. Dont even dare to dream for it. But somehow I think I'm getting used to it. I probably am so tired that I dont even have the energy to complain anymore. Hoho. Okay, thats a lie. I did complain a lot, but now I kinda regret it. Allah adalah perancang terbaik, remember? All these hardships I'm going through, there must be a reason for it. So lets just face it with a smile :D

So okay, enough about me. As the title stated above, I would like to share with u guys, someone who is very special to me, who just celebrated her 52nd birthday some days ago. And that someone is none other than my beloved mummy! Happy birthday ibu!

So, on wed night we went to have our family dinner somewhere in PJ (or was it Bangsar?) after my family picked me up from UM. Malam tu jugak ada jamuan raya di fakulti. Hmm to choose friends over family, I dont think that is appropriate. And plus, it was my mother's birthday we were celebrating that night. Of course I will never let that go.

So kami pun makan lah di restoran tu. And what I have to say about that restaurant is, the service was 1st class! Well probably because my dad was super ramah with the waiters too. Sebab lepas waiters tu tahu yang kami ni datang makan sebab meraikan ibu, diorang pun buat surprise by presenting us a cute chocolate cake that came along with a birthday song by them. Okay, though we didnt quite understand the meaning of the 2nd birthday song (most of them are from Nepal, Myanmar,.. etc) but we really appreciate their effort. Ibu pun senyum je malam tu walaupun tak sihat sangat.

Hmm sebenarnya bukanlah birthday ibu yang hanya dikira mengikut kalendar masihi tu yang kami nak sambut sangat. Lagipun, apalah yang ada pada usia. Its just numbers. But what we were celebrating that night was just to show ibu how much we love her. To me, ibu is so special. Yea i know every daughter will say the same thing about their mother. But, yes, she is special.

Kalau saya di UM dan tak balik rumah, selalu dapat bekalan makanan yang dihantar. Lengkap dengan tisu, sudu, dan makanan yang banyak sampai boleh dikongsi dengan kawan-kawan kat bilik lain. Dan bila makan tu selalu terbayang betapa dengan penuh kasih sayangnya ibu bungkus untuk saya dan kawan-kawan.

And one thing that I realize about ibu is she hardly complains about anything. I mean, life is so full of obstacles and challenges that always make our lives miserable but I rarely heard any complaints from her. Cuma sesekali tu ibu tewas dan air mata tumpah juga. But again, not a single complaint atau keluhan keluar dari mulut ibu. And I know I really need to learn this from her. Huhu. (baru perasan pasal ni cuz Eda mention bout this that night)

To ibu, though I know u wont be reading this cuz u never really care wat internet does to our daily lives (comel je ibu), but I still want to say thank you very much for being my ibu. Thank you for standing by my side whenever I feel like this world is going to fall on me, thank you ibu, for being part of me. Without u, I'm nothing. Yen doakan semoga ibu dipanjangkan umur dalam iman dan taqwa supaya kami, anak-anak ibu ni dapat buat sesuatu utk balas segala jasa yang ibu curahkan ke atas kami. Saaayang ibu! :D
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25. Aim to live with the principle of to love for others what I love for my self. A dentist by profession. A Muslim by religion. A Dai'yah by action ( well at least that's what I hope I am) My writings are usually of reflections on matters happening around me.

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