A thousand miles steps journey

I'm very sure that when time has change, it getting difficult. That is life!

Where things has come differently from what we planned. That is test!

Alhamdulillah, we learnt a patience, and Allah never leave us alone, He give us Quran and teaches us as-Sobuur.

We must be certain that Allah does whatever He wishes, whenever He wishes. Allah tells us in the Qur’an,

“Verily, His command, when He intends a thing, is only that He says ‘Be’ and it is!” (36:82). One must believe with certainty that Allah possesses all treasures.

Allah says: “And there is not a thing, but with Us are the stores thereof. And We do not send it down except in a known measure.” (15:21).

Also, in the Hadith Qudsi narrated by Abu Zarr that Allah revealed through His Prophet: "O my servants, were the first of you and last of you, the human of you and jinn of you to rise up in one place and make a request from me, and were I to give everyone what they requested, that would not decrease what I have anymore than a needle decreases the sea if put into it". (Sahih Muslim).

Hasbunallahu wa ni'mal wakeel

Amal Harun

Kepala Batas.

Rajasthani Girl, Chandelau Garh, India 2011

Saya cuba nak hasilkan gambar macam ini, setakat ini belum berjaya. Gambar di atas milik http://blog.syahrinaziz.com/v2/. Lawati blog beliau jika mahu melihat lebih banyak foto menarik.

Amal Harun

Labuan

1,2,3,4...i did it!

25 Mac, Jumaat,8.30 pagi, hari terakhir saya menyampaikan kuliah setelah mengajar 8 tajuk Kimia Organik. Saya melepaskan kelegaan, kegembiraan dan penuh harapan kepada para pelajar.

Saya mengajar F3, seramai 125 orang lelaki perempuan, pelbagai bangsa, agama dan tempat asal. Baki kuliah bersamaan 4 jam untuk ulangkaji tajuk Polymer, mekanisme tindakbalas kimia organik, kimia fizikal, synthetic pathway dan ujian pengenalan (identification test).

Secara keseluruhan, saya berpuas hati dan gembira diberi peluang mengajar F3. Kelas tetap ceria, sentiasa mendapat penyertaan pelajar, sentiasa berpeluang menerapkan nilai murni dan adakalanya menaikkan kemarahan.

Walaupun pencapaian F3 tidak begitu tinggi seperti kelas-kelas lain, namun saya gembira kerana saya terus menerus memberi kata nasihat dan pengalaman bahawa mereka hendaklah berusaha bersungguh-sungguh. Saya sediakan 'hand-out lecture' bagi memudahkan pengajaran dan pembelajaran. Masing-masing mula mahu ber'hijrah'.

Walaupun mengambil masa ketika menyediakannya, saya yakin dan gembira, ia dapat membantu pelajar belajar Kimia, menganggap Kimia Organik itu mudah dan menjimatkan masa. Sangat menepati 3 jenis gaya pembelajaran pelajar; auditori, kinestetik dan visual. Mereka bukan sahaja belajar Kimia, tetapi ada value-added di sana.

Biarlah kesungguhan usaha para pelajar F3 dan saya dibalas dengan keredhaan Allah. Semoga ilmu yang disampaikan membawa manfaat kepada ummah.

Maafkan saya jika masih belum bagus. Inilah usaha yang telah saya lakukan dalam tempoh 1 tahun, 2 bulan, 3 minggu dan 4 hari.

Selamat Maju Jaya F3 dalam PSPM, dunia dan akhirat.

Amal Harun

WP Labuan

Where Hearts Find Rest

It is not wrong to express your sadness. It is normal to have this feeling. Every people will feel this. When you feel very hard to share with people, there is Allah the ultimate listener. It is not a fault when you feel sad. Its about to admit that you need Allah's love and His guide, that we are very weak servant, no willpower and have no reason to feel we are good enough.

Allah's kindness is very near to us. He hears all and answers our supplications. Its is we who are full of shortcomings, and we so badly need to be persistent in our supplications. Boredom and hopelessness should never cause us to stop invoking Allah; nor should of us say: I prayed yet i have not been answered. Instead we should press our heads humbly on the ground and beg for help from Allah.

“And certainly, We shall test you with something of fear, hunger, loss of wealth, lives and fruits, but give glad tidings to the patient ones.” (Quran 2:155)

“Therefore, remember Me (God) and I will remember you, and be grateful to Me (for My countless Favours on you) and never be ungrateful to Me.” (Quran 2:152)

“If God helps you, none can overcome you; and if He forsakes you, who is there after Him that can help you? And in God (Alone) let believers put their trust.” (Quran 3:160)

Patience, gratitude and trust in Allah. This is the nature of life, and this is the human condition =)

La takhaf wa La tahzan,

Amal Harun

Labuan FT

My brother's shots

I had fever when coming back from Labuan to Penang. 1 week holidays was just lying down on the bed. So my Bilal I taken by my brother, Muhammad Faiz. We have different hobby to each other. But i was exposed to my brother's hobbies since we grew up together. They love sports, so i know a bit about sports. They love to play PS2, i play with them. Until we grow older and have our own life, less time spent together.

Since we lives separately, when we meet, we just discuss our hobbies and interest. Below are my brother's shots.

He just shoot with passionate without any basic knowledge and keep on forcing me to buy Tokina!

He is my bro!

Amal Harun

Wan

paling kiri; wan

Petang rabu, saya pulang membawa buku laporan akademik, 3Al-Radzi, seperti biasa melaporkan pencapaian saya kepada wan. Saya masuk ke rumah dan menuju bilik wan. Sunyi.

"Amal, wan dah tak ada" sapa tok perlahan. Wajah tuanya tenang.

Saya letak beg sekolah, baru beberapa minit, wan berlalu pergi menemui cinta yang Maha Tinggi.

"Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi rajiun" saya melafaz tenang sambil menguncup dahi wan yang amat saya sayangi. Peluh berjuang sakit sakaratul maut di dahi. Wan telah pergi. Saya perhatikan wajah nenek (arwah pergi setahun kemudian) dan tok. Saya keluar. Sepi.

Setiap satu nombor saya dail. Jiran sendiri masih tidak tahu, kepada siapa saya harus sampaikan dahulu.

"assalamualaikum, ni Amal, wan baru saja meninggal" gagang diletak dan nombor lain pula saya dail. Satu demi satu.

Wan, ayah kepada emak saya. Dia menghembuskan nafasnya pada April 2001 di hadapan nenek Sabariah dan isterinya, tok. Saya duduk dengan tok, wan, cuya (arwah pada 2009) dan nenek. Anak-anak wan dan tok semuanya duduk jauh dan kerja. Masa tu, mak dan ahli keluarga saya yang lain di Sabah, pakngah di England, makngah dan maknjang di Shah Alam, makcik dan paklang di Penang.

"wan, Amal takmau balik asrama, makanan dia tak sedap, tak ada kawan, boleh tak wan belikan amal basikal" saya mengusulkan kepada wan setelah lari dari asrama SMKA Al-Irshad. Ia jauh lebih baik berbanding semasa saya SMKA Kota Kinabalu tahun sebelumnya.

"okeh, esok kita pi beli, nak yang macam mana?" wan menyokong. Sungguh saya gembira walaupun sebulan selepas itu, ketua warden memarahi saya teruk sekali di hadapan kelas 2 AF. Saya lansung tidak takut, asalkan dapat duduk dengan tok dan wan. Mak hanya tahu saya lari dari asrama sehari selepas peristiwa dimarahi. Saya peduli apa.

Tinggal di rumah wan, lebih bersistem dan berdisiplin berbanding tinggal di asrama. Wan akan kejutkan saya sebelum subuh, masa tu setelah dia dan tok selesai solat tahajjud. Maghrib dan isyak, jangan lambatkan, pesan wan sebelum dia ke surau. Balik dari sekolah, saya campak beg sekolah dan terbaring depan tv. Wan hamparkan sejadah, berdehem 2 kali, saya faham dan tutup tv, lalu sama-sama bersolat asar berjemaah dengan tok.

"wan, doakan Amal, hari ni ada exam" saya cium tangan dia sebelum ke sekolah. Duit belanja dan nasi lemak siap dihulur.

"Bagoss" dia meneliti setiap pencapaian saya,"tapi bahasa inggeris tak score, koman, tak bagus, baiki lagi".Kepada Wan, ayah dan mak saya sendiri tak pernah begitu 'detail' mendidik saya macam wan buat.

Wan nasihat saya, betulkan bacaan surah, menyemak hafalan, wan cerita kisah surah Yusof sampai mengalir air matanya. Masa tu saya akan duduk mendengar sambil potong kuku wan, picit kaki wan, urut tapak kaki dan geletek kaki wan. Ada ketika wan sangat garang, sampai saya menangis kalau wan tegur, kadang wan sangat lucu.

"sudah 2 jam depan tv, nanti tutup. Baca quran dan baca buku boleh lama macam tu ka?" wan tegas.

Selalu, kawan-kawan saya akan menelefon saya bertanyakan kerja sekolah, kadang saja-saja bersembang. Wan pandang dan saya akan berhenti.

"Wan tak suka Amal buang masa. Sapa talipon tu, duduk di mana, mak ayah dia sapa" banyak soalan wan.

Kalau saya ke kedai, orang akan tahu, itulah cucu Haji Ya'acob. "Wan tak suka orang bantah, tak tutup aurat, banyak tengok tv..."marah wan.

Kalau wan yang jawab telefon, kawan-kawan saya akan memutuskan talian bagi mengelakkan soalan siasatan wan. Segalanya dipantau oleh wan.

Saya singgah di pusaranya seminggu sekali sebelum ke sekolah.

Al-Fatihah.

Amal Harun

Labuan

You the One

It Only Takes ONE

ONE song can spark a moment,
ONE flower can wake the dream.
ONE tree can start a forest,
ONE bird can herald the spring.

ONE smile begins a friendship,
ONE handclasp lifts a soul.
ONE star can guide a ship at sea,
ONE word can frame the goal.

ONE vote can change a nation,
ONE sunbeam lights a room.
ONE candle wipes out darkness,
ONE laugh will conquer gloom.

ONE step must start each journey,
ONE word must start each prayer.
ONE hope will raise our spirits,
ONE touch can show you care.

ONE voice can speak with wisdom,
ONE heart can know what's true.
ONE life can make the difference,
You see, it's up to YOU!

-Author Unknown-

I dedicate this poem to YOU, my wonderful students. I want you to always know that YOU can do so much good in the world! It ONLY takes ONE person to start something good! That ONE person should be you! Thank you for all YOU have taught me this year while you were in my class! I expect you to accomplish great things! I appreciate and love you very much!

Amal Harun

Labuan

Pencil and Eraser

iاَللَّهُمَّ إِنِّيْ أَسْأَلُكَ فَهْمَ النَّبِيِّيْنَ وَحِفْظَ الْمُرْسَلِيْنَ وَالْمَلاَئِكَةِ الْمُقَرَّبِيْنَ. اَللَّهُمَّ اجْعَلْ لِسَانِيْ عَامِرًا بِذِكْرِكَ وَقَلْبِيْ مَلِيْئًا بِخَشْيَتِكَ، إِنَّكَ عَلَى مَا تَشَاءُ قَدِيْرٌ.

Maksudnya: “Ya Allah! Aku memohon daripadaMu kefahaman para nabi, ingatan para rasul dan malaikat terhampir. Ya Allah! Jadikanlah lidahku basah dengan zikir kepadaMu, hatiku dipenuhi dengan takut kepadaMu. Sesungguhnya Engkau maha berkuasa di atas segala apa yang Engkau kehendaki.”

I was the pencil,
And you, the eraser.
We wrote our story
On a blank sheet of paper.

But my eraser was gone,
And it broke my heart.

Times change every day,
But things don't always work right.
I was blissful and ignorant,
And I had seen no end in sight.

then found the eraser.

Soon they'll write their story

On a blank sheet of paper.

Amal Harun