MOHAMAD AFHAM: 2012

Monday, October 29, 2012

Kenapa aku bersyukur?

kadang-kadang aku bertanya,kenapa aku dilahirkan tidak sekacak kawan-kawan ku? Kerana Allah mahu aku berasa bersyukur dengan kejadian aku dan mengelakkan aku dari rasa bangga diri.

kadang-kadang aku tertanya, kenapa aku tidak sekaya orang lain? Kerana Allah mahu mengelakkan aku dari azab dan pertanyaan kemana aku membelanjakan harta aku.

kadang-kadang aku tertanya, kenapa aku tidak sepandai orang lain? kerana Allah mahu aku rasa lebih motivasi dan mengajar aku erti tidak kalah.

kadang-kadang aku tertanya, kenapa aku belajar lebih lama dari kawan-kawan ku? Kerana Allah beri peringatan yang aku belum cukup sedia untuk menjadi seorang ilmuan dari tempoh yang singkat dan mahu aku timba ilmu lebih banyak.

kadang-kadang aku tertanya,kenapa aku kenapa aku tidak dapat apa yang aku inginkan sekarang? Kerana Allah mahu aku kenal erti sabar.

kadang-kadang aku tertanya,kenapa aku jahat dan degil? kerana Allah mahu aku ambil iktibar dari apa yang aku lakukan. Dan berubah kepada yang lebih baik akan datang.

kadang-kadang aku tertanya,kenapa aku diuji dengan berat sebegini? Kerana Allah mahu aku berdoa dan merayu kepada tuhan ku yang satu -ALLAH- kerana Dia rindukan suaraku dan rayuanku.

kadang-kadang aku tertanya kenapa aku berasa gentar dan takut? Kerana Allah mahu aku bertawakal kepadanya dan kenal erti takut kepadanya.

kadang-kadang aku tertanya kenapa aku lupa dengan apa yang disuruh oleh Mu? Kerana Allah berikan peluang kedua untuk aku muhasabah dan bertaubat kepadanya.

kadang-kadang aku tertanya kenapa aku tak dilahirkan dari kalangan yang bahagia? kerana Allah mahu mengajar aku yang bahagia bukan dari keluarga,tetapi dari rahmat Allah.

kadang-kadang aku merasa kenapa semua tidak cukup? kerana Allah mahu aku rasa bersyukur dengan apa yang aku ada.

kadang-kadang aku tertanya kenapa aku selalu bersendirian? kerana Allah mahu aku ingat padanya pada waktu aku keseorangan.

Kadang-kadang aku tertanya kenapa Allah rahsia kan semua apa yang berlaku? kerana Allah mahu aku fikirkan sendiri apa hikmahnya.

Walau apapun yang berlaku, aku amat-amat bersyukur pada Mu ya ALLAH..alhamdulillah… Ampunkan dosa ku,kedua ibubapa ku,keluarga ku dan seluruh umat islam ya Allah..amin ya rabb

Friday, October 12, 2012

Sakit hati!!

Hari ni wa rasa kan sakit hati hu!! Rasa nak tumbuk2 orang je.. geram je rasa beb..tapi takpa kan..kena sabar…bukan sebab sabar kite da tahap k… sabar sebanyak mana yang mungkin..kerana dapat pahala uh...

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

A part-time killer.

“Once a soldier, always soldier”, this quote had always been in his mind to work in any kinds of pressure. With full-hairy sniper looks, a “glock pistol” on his waist and a sniper-gun on his back, he is done with his work not in a soldier area, but in looking for something new; a part-time killer. He gets job if someone offers a big mission to him. He is capable to work in every condition like urban areas, jungles and even in swamps. He had been trained for a long time. We can’t ensure and assume for how long he had been capable and expert in this area.

He was born alone, as an orphan, without knowing who his parents were. Since he was a child, he was adopted by someone known as, Mr. Bambang. He never knew,whino is Mr. Bambang, Mr. Bambang taught him how to survive and kill silent. When he was 12 years old, Mr. Bambang taught him a lot. One of them is how to be a pickpocket. He trained a lot to be an expert pickpocket in all situations, in crowded place, in soundless place and even in bus-stop. He had to learn how to stay alive, but that does not mean, he is a bad guy. Then, he tried to unlock the bolt. It doesn’t matter if the bolt is made with reel steel, equipped with combination numbers, high security observations, he still manage to succeed. Mr. Bambang taught him martial arts, not only Brazilian jiujutsu, but also Karate’s, Judo, swords fighting and other self-defense art. During childhood, he had already experienced all sorts of fights in “the ring”. He doesn’t know the meaning of afraid, scare, and the meaning of useless. He still fights even though he suffered critical-wound. His adversaries, not only the same age, yet older and stronger than him, he can still fights and beat them.

Ten years later, Mr. Bambang died, he was killed by an assassin. Before Mr. Bambang died, he revealed the person who killed him. Mr. Bambang was killed by an expert assassin, not a guy but a woman, Farah; Farah was known as “the ocean”, a woman who had been taught to kill without any usage of weapon. He knew the blurry-face of the killer thus he kept his revenge, and someday his vengeance will be paid.

After two years, he got a mission through email. Looking through the email, he saw several pictures of the prey, startled!! A recognized face by him; Farah, unrequited revenge for the one that took good care of him. He prepared the glock pistol, sniper-gun and knife, later the place and the date was set up and the killing night started. He walked on the street, with the gear on him, wearing the black suit without any mask. He went up to the roof setting up the entire weapon there. Then, he lied down and prone on the place, waiting for the prey. The clock was ticking, waiting for her. A few hours later, the targeted person showed up and spotted. His eyes were trailing her gesture from a distance, unconsciously he fell in love with her. Her face looks familiar with a Korean appearance. She has a half-closed eye, and she also wears a hood. Once she opened her hood her long gloomy hair waived down, as she walks in elegance, like one of those nights, the night of the cloudless, climes and starry skies. But a mission is always a mission. He was already in his position, holding his breath and “booffff”, he shot. Unfortunately, his shot missed and Farah escaped. He tried to shoot for the second time, but he failed. For the first time in his carrier, he failed to accomplish a mission.

He went back home and kept thinking about her. He can’t sleep, that night was the night of miserable, longing and loneliness for him. The prey he was about to killed, the lady she wrongly fell for, this time he was confused, either changed to a normal life or as a professional assassin. He really wants to live with the person he loves but he cannot change his life in a night. It was like the destiny has chosen him to undergo life in that way. He stalked her whereabouts, her true job and so on. He found the place she lives and trailed her job. She worked as an executive secretary in an international company. He was surprised and wondered how an educated and a carried woman still want to be involved in this dangerous and struggling life. There was a contradiction of the type of career and life she had and what kind of life he had that makes him bombarded with assassination of people to continue life. He was just a street kid, who learned how to live and survive. To be continued…

Saturday, February 4, 2012

"Under Cover Of Darkness"

Slip back out of whack at your best.
It's a nightmare,
So I'm joining the army.

No house phones, but can i still call?
Will you wait for me now?

We got the right to live, fight to use it,
Got everything but you can just choose it
I won't just be a puppet on a string

Don't go that way.
I'll wait for you.

And I'm tired of all your friends
Listening at your door
I want, what's better for you,

So long, my friend and adversary.
But I'll wait for you.

Get dressed, jump out of bed and do it best.
Are you OK?
I've been out around this town
Everybody's singing the same song for ten years.

I'll wait for you.
Will you wait for me too?

And they sacrifice their lives
In our land are all closed eyes.
They've said it a billion times and they'll say it again.
So long my adversary and friend.

Don't go that way.
I'll wait for you.

I'm tired of all your friends,
Knocking down your door.
Get up in the morning, yelling no more,
So long, my friend and adversary.
I'll wait for you.

by the strokes