You are so funny, my friend... :)

Makan malam hari terakhir di staff house (last Chicken Curry finally.....) ditemani Staff House Chef Vayyaz Ghillani, ngobrol-ngobrol..:

VG: "sir, what is "Damar" mean? and why your name given Damar?

D: "hmm.... my dad told me he was seeing so many lamps between 25th Dec until 1st Jan , i was born by cesarean at that time...then he got an inspiration from the lamps and their lights.

So it means "lights" same like "Nur" in arabic..."

D: "why you ask that ?? "

VG: "Cos i will give my second child name with your name, sir...Insya Allah will born on this July..."

D: "Whaaaattttt !?? Come on Vayyaz, not kidding me this time... hahaha. You are so funny"

my friend..." :)

VG: "No sir..seriously... Cos it's very unique....and the meaning is so magnificent..."

My second baby will be Damar Vayyaz Ghillani, and it will become the first ever

unique name in Ghillani clan"

D: "wow... im so flattered Vayyaz. Then dont forget me ya... thank you very much, nice dinner."

Then the dinnner's finished. We hugged each other... and i went to Benazir Bhutto International Airport.

I'll be missing this place...

Islamabad, March 26th 2010

*bodohnya saya sampai lupa poto bareng..."

I Dream..I Do...

What if...


Dreams and Imaginations + Hopes and prays + Plan + Do = Reality (Good or better)


Sounds realy realy magnificent.


I hope it says so, you too.... :)




Islamabad, March 20th 2010

Ada saatnya untuk merasakan

01:20 pm

Solat Jumat dengan duduk sendiri dari segitu banyak ummat yang ada di dalam mesjid.

membuat mata banyak menatap ke arah saya. (maaf ya pak, kalo solatnya jadi gak khusuk gara2 saya).

4 rakaat tahayattul masjid, khotbah, 4 rakaat sebelum solat jumat, 2 rakaat solat jumat, 4 rakaat setelah solat jumat.

setelah selesai, tiba2 ada yang membantu saya berdiri... saya menoleh... seorang kakek tua yang seharusnya saya bantu dia untuk berjalan, 2 orang lagi membantu saya berjalan.

saya hanya tersenyum bisa bilang "Syukria, sir... syukria..."

dia bertanya dengan bahasa inggris campur urdu dan bahasa tubuh kira kira bunyinya begini: " what happened with your leg, my friend? are you lost your walker stick ?"

"i got knee injury, sir... no im not using walker stick....i'm exercising for my leg... it's okay, Tike. syukria" balas saya dengan senyum.. dia tetap bantu nuntun saya.

waktu antri keluar ke gerbang mesjid, dia menaruh tangan saya ke bahunya "put your hand on my shoulder, my friend... i worry you'll be stumble and fall".

"Tike, sir..." saya bilang.

setelah, keluar dari gerbang mesjid. Kembali dia menawarkan "have you got lunch ? you may join with me..."

"syukria sir. I got my lunch already before praying". jawab saya.

"Okay my friend, May Allah always help you and get well son. Assalamualaikum". kakek itu pamit menjabat tangan.

"Waalaikumsalam, sir. Insya Allah, amien. Thank you". jawab saya.

kami berpisah, di perempatan jalan daerah I-9/3 Industrial Area,

air mata keluar di hari ini, di mesjid yang sama.. .

entah saya harus sedih atau bahagia bisa menangis.

mungkin sampai detik ini, mesjid itu lah yang paling berkesan buat saya..sampai saya tidak tahu apa nama mesjidnya.

kalau kamu melihatnya, mungkin tidak akan percaya bahwa itu dikategorikan sebagai mesjid.

Semoga Allah swt mau terima amal ibadah saya..tobat saya. amien

Wallahualam bis shawwab.

Islamabad,

March 5th, 2010

02:00 pm