Middle Finger

Middle Finger

This blog is about writing things as it is, forget about other people's or your own genius! just write whatever that come to mind without any pre notion idea or care about syntax error or incomprehensible grammar or whatever just write what may!!

Friday, May 13, 2011

Hikayat Merong Mahawangsa - part by part

BAB 1

Pendahuluan

Bismi 'l-lahi 'r-Rahmani 'r-Rahim

Alhamdulillahi Rabbil 'alamin: dengan nama Allah, Tuhan yang amat murah lagi yang amat mengasehani akan sekalian hamba-nya; segala puji bagi Allah, Tuhan sarwa sekalian 'alam; wassalatu wassalamu 'ala nabiyyihi, dan rahmat dan salam-nya atas yang diambil-nya akan nabi; Muhammadinil - ladzi la - nabbiya ba'dahu, adapun Nabi Muhammad ituyang tiada ada nabi kemudian; wa'ala alihi wasahbihil-ladzi yujahiduna bihamdihi, dan atas keluarga-nya dan segala sahabat-nya mereka itu-lah yang usahakan memuji dia; waba'du qala faqiru wabilfakhri wattaqsiri, kemudian daripada itu telah berkata fakir yang insaf akan lemah keadaan diri-nya dan singkat pengetahuan 'ilmunya; ada-lah pada suatu masa zaman Sultan Mu'adzam Shah ibni Sultan Mudzafal Shah yang maha mulia kerajaan negeri Kedah, pada suatu hari baginda keluar ka-penghadapan dihadapi oleh segala menteri hulubalang serta 'alim muta'alim. Maka fakir pun hadhirlah mengadap baginda penoh sesak di-penghadapan itu membicharakan negeri dan mengaji kitab. Sa-telah itu maka titah duli baginda yang mulia, junjongkan ka-atas jemala fakir demikian titah yang maha mulia, "Bahawa hamba pinta perbuatkan hikayat pada tuan, peri peratoran segala raja-raja Melayu dengan istiadatnya sekali supaya boleh di-ketahui oleh segala anak chuchu kita yang kemudian daripada kita ini serta di-kurniai dengan sejarahnya."
Sa-telah fakirul-ladzi tarakkaba 'ala jahili, maka fakir pun perkejap-lah diri pada mengusahakan dia. Shahadan memohonkan taufik-lah ke-hadzerat Tuhan sani-'ul-'alam dan meminta huruf kepada sayyidul anam dan meminta afwah kepada ka-empat sahabat yang akram. Hatta maka fakir pun mengarang-lah hikayat ini, maka di-namai akan dia Sulalat-ul-Salatin, ia-itu peratoran segala raja-raja; hadzihi dawirul-akhbar wa-gharurul-amthal, inilah mutia segala cheritera dan segala chahaya perumpamaan-nya. Maka barang siapa membacha dia janganlah dibicharakan lagi, terlalu amat sempurna bichara-nya; kerana hikayat ini tahu-lah kami akan perkataan kerana sabda Nabi Sallalallahu'alayhi-wassalam, "Tafakkaru fi zatulahi.", ya'ani bicharakan oleh mu pada segala kebesaran Allah, jangan kamu fikirkan pada zat Allah.

Sunday, May 08, 2011

Pelacur

I was walking down the park one night
When I saw butterflies
A large number of them
Flying towards the light
How shiny, brazen and unperturbed they were

In and out
Cover
In and out
Silence
Fluttering their wings
Spreading their scents
To the amazement of spectators
And willing companions

They make every breath
As if it was their last
As they stare and smile
Swallowing their night away

Friday, May 06, 2011

Review of timshel Mumford & Sons

Cold is the water
It freezes your already cold mind
Already cold, cold mind
And death is at your doorstep
And it will steal your innocence
But it will not steal your substance


Life as it is, not very pleasant to all or some. Stating the obvious but sometimes what seems obvious are almost always being overlooked at. What do you get from a fixed mindset or belief as life nourishes, nurtures, destroys and ultimately kills.
And this lead to your insecurities where without fail it would creeps up to you unannounced. But would these episodes scarred you? Well, you toughened up for sure but your soul, yeah it would be intact. A suggestion of dual properties? Your inner self is not your soul?

But you are not alone in this
And you are not alone in this
As brothers we will stand and we'll hold your hand
Hold your hand


We are unique, we are on our own, yet we are one and we are the same therefore we are never alone. Free yourself from the generalization of gender and you would find that everyone is equal to one another and would be there for one another.

And you are the mother
The mother of your baby child
The one to whom you gave life
And you have your choices
And these are what make man great
His ladder to the stars


Everyone is a creator, nurturer and bringer of something or another where our creation be it in our heart, desire or physical are well kept alive by our attention, belief and determination. And this is by design our choice to make and by having this freedom of choosing without the supposed or made up coercion, allusion or false subjugation we are indeed our own captain of our ship. And this made us far apart from other beings of this universe for we are above and beyond from what we would imagined ourselves to be.

But you are not alone in this
And you are not alone in this
As brothers we will stand and we'll hold your hand
Hold your hand

And I will tell the night
Whisper, "Lose your sight"
But I can't move the mountains for you


The things unknown to us are not to be feared for we can band together and strive and order our destiny to our choice yet the choice falls upon our individual self and not from others.