Showing posts with label plea. Show all posts
Showing posts with label plea. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Crunch Time, Mak-time

A cup of harmless (or so I thought) Cappucino kept my mind on a non-stop, 3 hour replay of variables, constants, alphabets, assumptions and models last night (or morning to be exact). Hilariously enough, these were things that escaped me this morning, when I needed them most.

One by one those dreadful letters and numbers just up and left, abandoning me in my combat against all things evil in fiscal and monetary policy. I try to tell myself, "I am not alone, I am not alone, I am not alone". I am not alone, am I?

As of the moment, that is what I am, alone. Alone in threading 6 pages worth of words and the harvest of thoughts I have gathered over the course of 11 weeks. It's okay, words are easier than letters that when combined, don't make sense. At the end of the day, words penned down well earn me a warm heart.

Statistics will then conquer my time, the minute I raise my fingers that have done away with its typing. As the clock strikes 8.30pm tomorrow, another journey will be revisited. Some numbers to run, a few papers to examine, and a hell lot of typing to be done.

Then? The struggle ends there. Full stop. Just as sudden as it came. I pray I have enough strength, courage and faith to go on. Amin.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

NJ Like New Jersey

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Nurjannah Iman Hani Komar
Buang sayok
Jannah
Mak Nenek
Anak Cik Mat
Nurjannah
Syaq
Qek
Yoda
Njill
Memerang
Njot
Njos
Nurjanni
Amani
Pendek
N*jis
Murai

Despite this list of appellations designated to me, I don't grasp why people say Angie instead of NJ. The nama timangan Mak Nenek circa 1990s doesn't irk me as much. Go figure. Ha ha.

Friday, April 24, 2009

Tolong Saya, Bantu Saya

What do you call the closure of two 24-hour campus libraries when you need them most? Grave injustice! University libraries--as I'm sure is written in their unwritten by-laws--should strive to serve their inhabitants to their fullest capacities, especially when they have committed to a status of being 24-hour premises suitable for academic discourse and intellectual goals.

If fullest capacity means offering limitless space and time for the destruction of campus beings' social lives as they forego Friday night amusements (like pre-marital sexual pursuits, spectacular rounds of beer pong and getting high on them 'erbs) in exchange for solitude in an air-conditioned environment and contact time with thousands of last minute-readings, so be it. 

I, as one of the students raped from my rights to the use of these institutions tonight, am livid. President Zimmer, you may think it a wise and dignified move to actually force the student body to explore this other, obscure realm called "fun" and "time off", but all I ask of you is, why? Why tonight; when I am panic-stricken, fluid and sleep-deprived and worried sick of the 10 page paper I am fundamentally clueless about? 

This deprivation from access to resource and basic exercise of my human ways (in the university context, at least) must surely be a violation of human rights. I believe with entirety that my predicament tonight falls directly on the violation of one of the many rights listed on the Universal Declaration of Human Rights. 

It should be. It has to be. It must be. My capability to function (as a typical student who turns in long term papers within two days of work) is irreversibly shattered tonight. Testimony to that is the time I have already wasted in writing this piece of nonsense, when I should in fact be working on the bloody paper. Be convinced, my accusations hold water! If it isn't, it must be implicit. Read between the lines. 

I call upon Amnesty International and other goodwill groups out there to please give light and voice to my plight. Allow me refuge under your umbrella. Give me my right to work the night away, while swallowing the bitter truth I am living the life accorded by the infamous UChicago creed "where fun comes to die". 

Return me my right to outstandingly fit into the image of a nerdy girl in this brainy institution "where the squirrels are cuter than the girls". Let me be that android, who goes with minimal sleep for a mere three days in her life to get all her shit (although belatedly) done.

Sigh, that's what I signed up for, didn't I?

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Buka Mata Luas-luas

As I write this entry, I feel very inspired, though distressed at the same time. Less than 24 hours ago, I complained that I feel very shallow for not knowing much about the Israel-Palestine conflict. But we've all got to start somewhere, right? I have seen before my eyes and for the first time, the sufferings of Palestinians at the Gaza strip, having attended a film screening about the Gaza Strip held by the MSA less than 2 hours ago.

I realized a long time ago that a sound education is all these side things you learn, not truly the raw Math, Econ, or science being preached in class. But this is the first time (well, the couple of times) I truly felt the magic of informational panel, screenings that goes beyond the scope of academics. Safe to say that I do not yet have the full picture per se, but at least now I won't go all glossy-eyed when I hear people talk about Zionists, Gaza strip (West Bank), Hamas, by-laws and all that.

Basically, the Zionists have been progressively pushing Palestinians out of their own rightful land since 1948 (when Israel was wrongfully established). They hide behind the facade of targeting Hamas militants (a political, yet also humanitarian group that serves its people by setting up schools, mosques; which is why they were elected) and get immense support from the American government in terms of machineries, fighter planes, weaponries. (Okay. . . so that far I knew before--to some extent--but it feels great being able to put everything together).

When they hold Gaza under siege under the claim that Hamas started bombing South of Israel first (which are makeshifts, homemade bombs, unlike the massive killers the former have), they are in fact doing what we can only call as ethnic cleansing because they kill innocent children (I saw disturbing images of children being massacred in the film), civilians, bulldoze their homes, cut down their trees and stop all forms of medicine, food and supplies in and out of the strip. As ridiculous it may sound to the rest of the world, it's amazing how the Zionists believes steadfastly that Palestine does not exist when in fact it is the other way around.

Not only are the Palestinian people suffering physically, Israel is also playing mental warfare. In the film, there was a footage on how during the second Intifada (uprise of the Palestinians), Israel dropped gas canisters containing god-knows-what-poison that rendered many into catatonic states and seizures. They trick kids by leaving glove-like looking items that contain bombs, and I personally saw the ugly remains of a boy whose life was taken by it. Worse, the media (especially US mainstream media) makes it seem that the Zionists are only doing what's best to defend their "country" from Hamas' attacks, and that Hamas is using its people as shields and they themselves are killing their own people. Absurd!

At various points in the film, the eyes could do nothing but shed tears while the heart feel pain. It was completely humbling to see how the children there learn to fight by throwing stones at the borders (where Israel has built their stone wall separating their "territory"), because that is the only way they know to defend their homeland, their family, their homes. I whine about my problems and my so called deprived childhood (which now doesn't seem like such a big deal at all) but Alhamdulillah I still turned out fine, didn't I? Tak pernah pun tak cukup makan, bapak kena masuk penjara, kena berhenti sekolah jual surat khabar and pergi baling batu dekat army yang musnahkan my home, kan? Sumpah, insaf seketika.

Furthermore, I'm blessed with the opportunity to live in a peaceful country and enjoy the things I take for granted like the freedom to walk around without fears and insecurity. I quote a boy in that film, "What is there to live for? In the end, I am nothing. I wish I could just die, because death must be better than this". At that point, I wish I could teleport into that film and shake that boy real hard and tell him not to give up because God will always makbulkan doa orang-orang yang teraniaya.

Then again, what can one youth do to help restore their faith to live and keep fighting or at least surviving? Many many organizations in the country are circulating petitions and conducting phone marathons to put pressure on the American government to end the siege in Gaza. I learned from true stories of the organizations here in Chicago that by calling government lines, the congressman's office and telling them that you care about the ongoing assault on Palestine and wants it to stop, they may give in after a few weeks to sit down and talk things out with the organization.

Note to self: You can sign petitions calling to end this absurdity. You can attend these kinds of informative events, learn more about it and inform more people about the cruelty that is going on, about the assault on Palestinian people. You can read more literature on this, keep yourself informed, feel their sufferings and empathize with them. You can donate some of that money you use to waste on Coach bags and Forever 21 clothes, Nj. Most importantly, you can consistently pray to Allah that justice will rise above all, and strength be with the Palestinians.

Owh, YOU can too!

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Some useful websites (organization, unbiased reads):
1. http://ampalestine.org/ (Chicago-based organization that are organizing gigantic rallies all over the States)
2. imeu.net (they put up credible articles from various sources)
3. Islamic Relief (donation page)*

*taken from externalcapsule.blogspot.com. Thanks.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Pray for Nenek

Hi. If you happen to read this, do pray for my nenek, my dad's mother. My sister just told me that she's warded in UH, PJ on December 16th, Malaysian morning time. My brother and my sister visited her during lunch hours, and she was in pretty bad shape. But then, in the evening she took Yaya and Ayiel to visit nenek again and she looks a lot better.

I know I should accept whatever happens, and nenek is already 85+, but all the same, I can't be there. I haven't gotten through my dad, and I know he doesn't plan on telling me, that's why he didn't even text me. In April-May this year, none of my family members contacted me for a long time, because they were hiding something from me. It wasn't until Midwest Games (May 24-26) that they suddenly called me, and slow-talked me to tell me what happened.

What did they expect me to do? Laugh? Of course I'll cry. What with not knowing something as crucial as that, and me worrying about why they didn't contact me, and not telling me when I texted/called them?? Alhamdulillah that things worked out then, but what if it was the opposite? What if it was bad news? Would my grandmother (wan, not nenek) be adamant that I didn't know until I came back for the summer (which she didn't even know of, since my going back was a surprise)? Would they only give in when it's too late??

Aaargh, I don't understand why they must keep things from me. I'm turning 20 next year, I have every right to know. If I find out things last minute, the more lah I'll fret and worry and cry tersedu-sedu because I feel guilty I didn't know. Don't they know that???? I mean, I knowlah they don't want to me to worry because I'm all alone here in Chicago, but to me, I'd rather know and not be shocked by bad news all of a sudden, when it's too late.

Anyways, yes, please pray that she gets well soon, or Allah will bless her in any case. I don't know why she's warded, she's mainly healthy. I'm guessing it's just sakit tua. Thank you all.