Thursday, January 29, 2009

67: Realiti

Aku ingin segera pulang ke daerah itu
Walau kutahu realiti yang kuinginkan itu sudah tidak wujud
Kerana aku rindu dan mahu merasai lagi
Keindahan dalam hodohnya keadaan
Kebahagiaan dalam peritnya perjuangan
Dengan merasakan teguhnya keyakinan
Juga ketenangan jiwa di atas kebenaran.

Saat-saat berharga di daerah itu
Yang mendidik dan mematangkan seorang aku
Aku ingin segera pulang ke daerah itu
Dan merasa kembali setiap detik penuh makna
Walau kutahu yang bakal kutempuh segalanya baru
Realiti yang dahulu sudah tidak wujud
Yang ada hanyalah lain dan asing.

Namun, aku sangat rindu akan realiti itu
Dan sangat aku harapkan ia yang bakal memelukku
Saat aku pulang nanti
Walau kutahu realiti itu sudah tidak wujud.

Dan aku terus bermimpi

Muna Khaider
12:02 am
29 Januari 2009

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

66: Rindu

Dila Tassie (12/11/2008 9:02:12 PM): hihi
Mai (12/11/2008 9:02:21 PM): kalau ada rezki adalah
Mai (12/11/2008 9:02:40 PM): so, insyaALLAH kite jumpe la around january di mesia
Mai (12/11/2008 9:02:44 PM): bestnye!
Dila Tassie (12/11/2008 9:02:55 PM): ok
Dila Tassie (12/11/2008 9:02:57 PM): insyaAllah
Dila Tassie (12/11/2008 9:02:59 PM): haaaa
Dila Tassie (12/11/2008 9:03:02 PM): x sabanyeeeeeeeeeee
Dila Tassie (12/11/2008 9:03:04 PM): hehehe


Tak sempat jumpa pun...

Rindu dia,

Noorfadzilah Abdul Kadir, 1988 - 2009

She's sitting beside me in the picture.

Semoga bertemu di syurga, Dila ..

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

65: My Classmates Are Martyrs

Fakhoura Boys School, Jebaliya, Northern Gaza strip,
on Saturday, Jan. 24, 2009

Friday, January 23, 2009

64: Incurable disease of mind

I rarely copy and paste, but sometimes (or most of the time), some people write way better and more effectively than yours truly, and I love and want to share.


By Zaid Nabulsi from

I lost my gloves one day in a coffee shop in Geneva, and I tell you, it's difficult to ride without them when it's really cold. So as I was paying for a new pair with a credit card, the salesman, whom I knew was from Israel, tried to start some small talk by asking me what my family name means. I told him that it relates to the city of Nablus where my family is originally from.

Suddenly, the most bewildered look was plastered on his face. "Where is Nablus?" he asked, "I've never heard of it." Then, after realizing that I knew he was bullshitting me, he pretended to remember, "Ah, Shkheim you mean?"

With my insistence not to learn these ugly names that the deranged Zionists have dug up from oblivion to erase our identity, that name certainly didn't ring a bell. But now it was my turn. Although I knew where he was from, I asked "And you're… from?" As he smiled while reminding me, I replicated the same look on his face moments ago. "Israel? Where is that?"

Then after a brief pause, "Ah, the land of Canaan you mean. Palestine".

You see if you want to get biblical on me, there is no such thing as Israel either, and I made that clear to this smartass. Here we were all of a sudden; my family descended from a place called Shkheim, and this guy a Palestinian. God does work in mysterious ways, but I still thanked Him for His small mercies that at least my name was not Zaid Shkheimy. "Have a nice day", I told my Israeli friend. It was in fact a very cold, but still magnificently sunny day to hit the roads. The gloves warmed up my grip on the bike, but my heart was still frozen. I just cannot stand thieves who steal your gloves, or any other kind of thieves.

It was then that it finally occurred to me. Zionism is a sickness, for it takes much more than just a twisted ideology to make people think like that. It requires a profound leap of immorality of a higher order to instill this mentality in your followers. Zionism is not merely a political movement, but in its essence represents a deeply disturbed view of the world, which is a reflection of a terrible disease of the mind.

Indeed, to deny the existence of a vibrant community such as the Palestinian society in the early twentieth century and describe Palestine as "a land without a people for a people without a land" is a disease of the mind.

To assert property claims over real estate after the lapse of more than 2000 years with the same certainty of title as if one resided there yesterday is a disease of the mind.

To describe the colonial immigration to Palestine of a European people with no proven historical link to the ancient Israelites – and whose great, great recorded ancestors have never set foot there – as some kind of a "return" to that land is indicative of a perverted misunderstanding and misapplication of the verb to "return" and can only be a result of a disease of the mind.

To blame the Palestinians for being unreasonable in rejecting a partition plan in 1947 which gave the Jews, who only owned 7 percent of the land, an astonishing half of Palestine, is a disease of the mind.

To demand of the Arabs at the time to peacefully succumb to such partition, where 86 percent of the land designated for the proposed Jewish state was Palestinian-inhabited and owned land, is a disease of the mind.

To eventually grab 78 percent of Palestine through war and to force the flight of the population through deliberate massacres and then call it a war of independence is a disease of the mind.

To deny the orchestrated massacres and eradications of hundreds of Palestinian villages in 1948 and then denounce the Israeli historians who later exposed this truth as self-hating Jews is a disease of the mind.

To claim that having escaped the horrors of Auschwitz-Birkenau, Treblinka, and Dachau is a justification for the murder, expulsion, and occupation of another guiltless people is a disease of the mind.

To legislate that any resident of Poland, Hungary, New York, Brazil, Australia, Iceland, or even Planet Mars, who happens to be blessed with a Jewish mother (yet cannot point to Palestine on the map) has a superior right to "return" and settle in Palestine to someone who has been expelled from his very own land, confined to a squalid refugee camp, and still holds the keys to his house, is a disease of the mind.

To blame God for the theft and occupation of someone else's land by claiming that it was He who had pledged this land exclusively to the Jews, and to seriously promote the myth of a land promised by the Almighty to His favorite children as an excuse for this crime, is a disease of the mind.

To milk the pockets of the world for the atrocities of the Nazis, while stubbornly refusing a simple admission of guilt, let alone compensation or repatriation, for the catastrophe that befell the Palestinian people is a disease of the mind.

To keep reminding and blackmailing the world of the plight of the Jews under Hitler 70 years ago, while at the same time inflicting on the Palestinians today the same fate of the Jews of the Warsaw Ghetto, is a disease of the mind.

To impose a collective guilt overshadowing Western civilization for the Holocaust and then to criminalize all legitimate historical debate of the nature and extent of that horrific event is a disease of the mind.

To virtually incarcerate the Palestinian people inside degrading cages, destroying their livelihoods, confiscating their lands, stealing their water and uprooting their trees, and then to condemn their legitimate resistance as terrorism is a disease of the mind.

To believe you have the right to chase the Palestinians into an Arab capital city in 1982 and to indiscriminately bombard its civilians for a relentless three months, murdering thousands of innocent people is a disease of the mind.

To encircle the civilian camps of Sabra and Chatila after evacuating the fighters and to unleash on them trained dogs (while providing them with night-illuminating flares for efficiency) and then deny culpability for the carnage is a disease of the mind.

To publicly declare a policy of breaking the bones of Palestinian stone-throwers to prevent them from lifting stones again and to enact this policy is a disease of the mind.

To have the sadistic streak of exacting vengeance on the innocent families of suicide bombers by punishing them with the dynamiting of their home is a disease of the mind.

To describe the offer of giving the Palestinians 80 percent of 22 percent of 100 percent of what is originally their own land as a "generous" offer is a disease of the mind.

To believe that you have the right to continue to humiliate the Palestinians at gun point by making them queue for hours to move between their villages, forcing mothers to give birth at check-points is a disease of the mind.

To flatten the camp of Jenin on its inhabitants and deny any wrongdoing is a delusional condition which is symptomatic of a serious disease of the mind.

To build a huge separation wall under the pretext of security, which disconnects farmers from their farms and children from their schools, while stealing even more territory as the wall freely zigzags and encroaches on Palestinian land is a disease of the mind.

To leave behind, in the last 10 days of a losing war in Lebanon, more than one million cluster bombs which have no purpose except to murder and maim unsuspecting civilians is a product of an evil disease of the mind.

To believe that the entire world is out to get you and to denounce any critic of the racist policies of the State of Israel as an anti-Semite, the latest victim being none other than peace-making Jimmy Carter, is an acute stage of mass paranoia, which is a disease of the mind.

To possess, in the midst of a non-nuclear Arab world, more than 200 nuclear warheads capable of incinerating the whole planet in addition to having the most advanced arsenal of weaponry in the world while continuing to play the role of a victim is a disease of the mind.

Yes, and for that salesman in peaceful Geneva to be so insecure as to refuse to acknowledge the name of the largest West Bank city under his country's brutal military occupation is, sadly, nothing but an infectious disease of the mind.

That's all what it is, ladies and gentlemen: Zionism is an incurable disease of the mind.

The writer is an attorney, partner in Nabulsi & Associates law firm. He contributed this article to The Jordan Times.

14 January 2009


This site has so many good and informative articles regarding the situation in Gaza right now. Do read some if not all. You'll realize about the reality there. It helps to understand, and helps us to help.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

63: Dare to fall

I'm so scared of making mistakes. But then, how should one learn, kan?

The most effective lessons are the one you can never forget. And the unforgettable memories are usually the most painful ones.

I'm scared of making mistakes, because it hurts. It hurts me and also others.

But.. we have to learn.

Dare to fail.

Ya Allah, guide my every step.

Itaqillah muna, ittaqillah.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

62: Hanaa

Me: Hanaa apa?
Hanaa: Hanaa comel!
Me: Hanaa perempuan kan.
Hanaa: Hanaa bukan pempuan! Hanaa bukan pempuan la!
Me: Hanaa pempuan la...
Hanaa: Hanaa bukan pempuan la! (berulang-ulang kali sambil menangis dan mengamuk)
Me: Hanaa girl ke boy?
Hanaa: Hanaa girl!


My mum is so cute. She bought a lollipop for Hanaa, and one for herself too. Then they both savoured the lollipop in the car while I was driving. Then when I stopped for a kedai buah, my mum went out with hanaa, both of them still eating the lollipop, buying the fruits. Sangat comel okeh scene ini. Sila bayangkan sendiri. Haha. Mama said she forgot that she's eating it.


Sangat banyak scene-scene comel Hanaa. But now, when I want to write about them, I cannot remember it all. Hmm..

Monday, January 12, 2009

61: Expectance

Assalamualaikum warahmatullah.

It's 12 January. Barely 2 weeks since I arrived home. But, boy, it feels like months already, because of the so many things that happened.

You've been living like a child for the past 21 years. Then suddenly people knock your head, shake your soul and say "Grow Up, Muna."

Oh Allah, give me strength, for there is no strength but yours.

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I —
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
"The Road Not Taken"

Monday, January 5, 2009

60: Ground Invasion started yesterday

Read this:

Fifty-two Gazans killed as Israeli forces invade.

Sangat pedih hati bila read all the news and articles. Tambah geram bila tgk Al-Jazeera.. terutama bila they interviewed Israeli.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

59: Home


I'm home. :)

Malaysia, sangat panas (with all its meaning..)

LCCT sangat puduraya. I was shocked. Kelakar pulak. Culture shock di bumi sendiri.

Dah terbiasa senyum dan memberi salam kalau jumpa sisters in hijab.. tapi kat sini, of course org pandang pelik dan tak layan.

Dah terbiasa dpt layanan mesra with thankyous.. tapi kat sini, sangat janggal bila org kat kaunter kastam (or any counter or anyone for that matter) tak senyum langsung dan tak kata sepatah pun.. "er, dah ke.. terima kasih ye!"

Seat-belt kat belakang wajib pakai, not a problem at all for me.. haha. Tanpa disedari dah terpakai.

Alhamdulillah ala kulli hal.. dah sampai rumah (yang doesn't change much, hanya adik2ku sudah membesaaaar! aaa tidak!) dengan selamat.. dah makan big apple's yg sangat dipromote oleh kakakku itu. Terasa durian kat tekak sekarang ni. Err..

Malaysia has a long way to go.


Home is where the heart is.

And my heart is here.

It's good to be home.