What is LOVE?

One fine day..

Amad: Dad, what is love?
Dad: Love? Hurm, love is.. wait, wait. are you in love?! who's the girl that make my boy a grown man now? Come on, tell me! tell me!
Amad: Dad please! I'm just curious okay. Nothing more, nothing less.
Dad: Haha, okay, that is normal. After all, only people who just suddenly fall in love would understand that curious you have.
Amad: Can you  just answer the question Dad?
Dad: Come on, I'm just starting to have some fun now. Oh, now I see someone face turn red! (laughing)
Amad: Can you stop teasing me Dad? That's not funny okay.
Dad: Haha, finally my son is in love! So I guess "Girl is trouble" have caught you right on your face!
Amad: Good try Dad, good try. Ahaha..

Dad: Well, love is everything and anything. It's up to you, truly define by the way you see it.
Amad: Really? Then how you define it Dad?
Dad: It is a life, a blessing, and a cure for restless mind and soul.
Amad: That's all?
Dad: For the positive part, yes. Sometimes love can be something you would regret, turning you to a slave, insecure feeling, restless, and it can change you to be someone you never wish to be.
Amad: Someone I never wish to be? What do you mean?
Dad: Hurm, I guess people this Ages call it as Emo? Desperate, lose of confident, no will of living, detach themselves from the good of living, or they often be like a living flash; have no soul, and have no will.
Amad: It is that bad?
Dad: Yup, and that happen when you have a mental problem! Ahaha..
Amad: Dad! please. Can you see that I'm serious here?
Dad: Hahaha.. Listen son, life is about love and hate. You will never understand love if you don't know hate. Got it?
Amad: ?
Dad: Learn to forget; learn to forgive, soon you will see how big and beautiful love would be.
Amad: Can you make it sound more simple? You kind of make me confuse.
Dad: Good, that what I want. Ahaha..
Amad: Dad!

So, what is LOVE?

The Way You Prefer

How weird life is, isn't it? From day first we were born in this beautiful world, there are just to much need to be learned, understand, and taught. From the first proud step till the last meaningful step, we encounter many different things, we make mistakes, we do stupid things, we enjoy the youth-ages, we found love, we build a family, then we learn to be in joy and pain. Can you see how all of this had successfully created the way you're doing right now? Take a moment, and look back to what have you had in your life.

If you being asked, "What is the most precious in your life?" What will be your answer?

Sincerely,
fzikuz.
p/s: my answer would be 'Time'.
Now I understand how short 24 hours can be.. ^^

A Mystery

I had a dream one night. I met a man whom I can’t really saw his face or recognized how he looks like. I just knew that’s a man and I absolutely sure he is. I recall that we’re having chats, and it’s a fun one, under a very big, green and shady tree in the middle of green field, out of nowhere. I don’t know what were we talking about in particular, but I remember a question he asked me that time.

A Mystery

“With the world full of knowledge, which one you think the first one need to be learned?”

On the wooden swing, under the shadow of the tree, he suddenly vanished and leaving me alone, still thinking of the right answer for the friendly Mister. Things change, the scenery is fading and miraculously I am awake from my dream with my mind still working with the question, and curiously want to know what would be the answer?

Peace is Love

I question myself one day, what is peace? Having everything? Or controlling everything? I believe that peace is love. Love that can be felt in every heart, have no boundaries, have no forces, and it naturally born with us. It makes you feel calm with the way it cease your problems away, the way it lift you up when you fall, the way it makes you cry and release your pain, and the most important is the way it gives you hopes to hang on and to climb for the best of life. So, do you really need money for that? Nope, all you need is got back your humanity, because it’s the beginning of love from the giver that need no reply.

I’m a seeker of love,

Have no boundaries and not blind,

Giving no burden but hopes,

Not for suicide, but for a peace of life.

Soothing music is a way to understand what love is.

Written by fzikuz

Freak Never Die

‘I have live long enough, but why can I control my anger as the way it should be?’ I didn’t look at him while throwing the question; instead I keep staring as far as my sight can reach out of the blue sea. Though this is the part that I hate most to talk about, but Amad still patiently seated, smiling at my very question. ‘You don’t really need the answer’ he said and I said nothing.

It is time to take a vacation

‘Two fresh coconut juice, sir, and do you want anything else?’ ‘No thanks’ I said. Then I saw the waitress moving to a table which just two rows from me, asking politely the customers whom just arrived, waiting for their orders. ‘Hey, what’s in your mind?’ Amad started the conversation after an awkward moment of silent. ‘I don’t know, it hard for me to put it in word”.

I exhale hardly like a person who just finished doing some heavy work. The I continued, ‘I love someone, and that someone really is important to me which that someone can even make me cry in my night, just remembering what that someone doing right at that moment. I happen to know the bad side of that someone, and the sympathy keep growing inside, getting bigger when we live together. I love that someone so much but at the same time I feel really exhausted of this sympathy feeling till I can’t control myself, talking with high pitch, rarely smile and always trying my hard to avoid any eyes contact.’

Amad is always a good friend, since from our childhood. He is a kind of protective person, soft-hearted, yet has a strong will and determination. He teaches me about many things, never complaint when he need to do or said the same thing again and again, all because I am too dumb to understand all that philosophical and super-floes  talk he gave, and he reply shortly to me:

‘Freak never die, it just vanish through times. Same goes to your problem, it never mean to be answered, instead it just keep giving you problems and questions, till you never realized that same thing already happen’.

Written by fzikuz

p/s: It is really hard to control anger, right?

A Song Of A Deaf

I was born in a village full of an artistic people. Everyone is the best artist in their field of work. They were known for the best craftsman, the best poetry, the best philosopher, the best musician, and the best singer that world ever known; and among all, singer is the most well-known.

I grew up among people that do sing a lot in daily life, even while they're talking, eating, walking, and even in dreaming. I love the look of their faces, full of smile, and they alway live their life to the fullest and filled with happiness. So then it decided, I want to be a singer while I didn't really notice that singing does have sound because my entire life said differently.

A song of a deaf

I start to learn singing with friends, I heard the 'sound' coming from their mouths, I can  'hear' the rhythm of their lips moving up and down; and I start mimicking its movement and I began enjoying the beautiful 'voices' that I learn. Day after day, I become a good listener rather then a good singer. I sing when they want me to, and I begin to notice the smiles I received, the excitement faces that I saw, wasn't really as I expected.

There's something wrong. One day, there was an annual festival held and everyone  will sing a song with the theme, 'Memoir of Sailor'. I work hard for this moment, I wrote the most beautiful lyric I can ever made, and practice countless time, but among hundreds that hear my song, only a response then make me realize a hard fact about my life.

"My dear son, that was a good song that I ever heard, but so sad no one tried to understand. They're clapping hands and smile, while the song is telling differently; because they just hear a song with sound, while you're singing with no voice but can be heard with no ears. Living is not just pleasing other people son, but it about appreciation of who you are. If today no one understand you, don't give up, because you already can see what they can only see after hundreds of years. You're not a broken part, but you're a missing part that will complete the puzzle of this people. Have trust in yourself; and only people with strong believe can live happily."

Written by fzikuz

The Passed

What would it feel to have moments that we can never forget? It is painful or awful or pleasant or maybe become prove that we are still alive? Either we notice or not, passed always sat closely by our side and became a companion while we are chasing passions and happiness, and when we kept the stories of human life wrote continually. Often passed comes with regret, unsatisfied and the lost of hope on present day and later you would think of if times can be undo, how’s perfect life could be.

If someone asking how powerful the passed can be, then let the answer be “The passed can be a beginning or the end of life due to hope and despair it give us.”

Will you wait for me forever?

Forever-Stratovarius

It's Not Perfection

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It's Not Perfection

Its contain an important message to all of you my dear readers. I hope that the values inside this piece of work would help you, in any way it can, so then a better day will be waiting for you and for us.

P/S: I'm working on making my writing much better without MS Word. So, please bear with all the wrongs, ^^

Journey (When I'm Lost)

On a journey, people said we will meet lot of man, wise in his wisdoms and varied in his perceptions and I found one of them from mine. He knows that I was worried, kind of loss in my way, so he offered me a help.

After a long walked, we arrived at a river and the old man said to take a rest first because we need to cross it later. I lifted down my bags, relaxing my shoulders, lean against a big tree while the old man seated right beside me. He asked me about many things, where do I came from, from which family I was born, how old my parents are, why do I take this journey, to where I plan to head for at first, and into whom did I heading for.

Feeling curios of this kind of personal matter, I asked him why he wants to know because this could be the first and last we met. “It is indeed not matter to me, but for you, yes it is. I have no interest to know about you in the first place son, but I want to remind you about things that you may forget. I met lot of travelers in my life and some made it to their destination while some keep wondering along their journey.

So? I asked him, wondering where this talked going to.

“They lost because they begin to forget their past, they make friends of travelers that keep talking about the good of the road they takes, and they speak too much about the present while ignoring the future they might face, and they admiring a lot about their self, and they turn to be ignorance of which hating others that remind them about their past.”

Journey (When I'm Lost)

Written by Nik Ahmad Fariq B Nik Ibrahim

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Upon my Dream

One night, I was sitting at the back of a bus, heading to the town. I was lucky to have a single seat that night, near the window at the left side of the driver. I saw a girl at the right side of mine talking on the phone. Even thought I can’t really hear the conversation but I guess she was talking to her father. I can saw the mist in her eyes at one glance with the help of the road lamp, once the bus pass through.

At the same time, a man behind me also was doing the same thing, talking to someone that he love most at that moment. It’s not my intention to hear others talked, but sometime looking or hearing to people around can make us realize how reality actually is. After a few hours, the surrounding getting quit, no more sounds of people chatting and no major movements can be seen. They were all sleeping, only the bus’s engine can be heard and only I, as a passenger, couldn’t yet fall asleep.

What does it mean to be important? How should we act to someone that is important? Who gonna be the one that is important?

I imagine my parent face, their smile that can comfort me of all problems that I faced. They don’t really solve my problems, but they always there to make me strong. Scene by scene appeared and there were parts that I remember being a disgrace son, talking louder and ignoring their advices. Are they really important? But why can I act this way to the one that is so important?

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The stars outside shining brightly while the time now 1.15 am. This reminds me about her. She really loves to see the stars and she would smile happily as none of worldly business can bother her. She said she love me, and I replied I love you too honey. But then something happens. Our love was not as bright as the shining stars and we break apart. She was so important to me, once, but why this kind of ending should we faced? Is it because my act doesn’t reflect of how important she is to me?

The driver’s voices waken me up. It seems my destination has arrived because he just shouts ‘Greenwood’ just now.

While waiting for a friend to fetch me, I take out my phone, scroll down the phonebook looking for a name and start dialing.

From the other side of the line, I heard a women voice answering the call, “Hello?”

With smile on my face, I happily answered “Hello mom!”

Written by Nik Ahmad Fariq B Nik Ibrahim

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

An Ignoring Part

The best thing I know is get to know you, learn about your life, and together we laugh.  We become close to each other with time passed by and I never regret to be part of yours. I still remember the day that you willing to share my sadness, my difficulties and bored dumb life’s story; and sincerely said, you touch my heart, the deepest one. So I make a promise to myself that I won’t let you go since you’re the best treasurer I own and the best friend I have.

 

Years later, I learn about betrayal and its leave me with a big scar in my heart. Afraid of something that I used to admire before, I retreat from world of ‘friend’. I stay hidden in my own world with my own philosophy and new ideology of friends of ‘Touch n’ Go’. People do change and the history sure easy forgotten. I make new friends and again I put one of them into a special chamber of my heart.

Today, lonely fill my entire day and it make me think about something, the important part seems I accidentally forget, my parent and my family. I repeat doing the same thing like the old time, and I afraid how this one will ends. 

A person used to said “One day, you’ll see people are really close and kind to their friends, but being rough toward their parent”, and “The only different between nurturing of a son toward parent, and parent toward son is the meaning of the acted. Parent feed their son because they want him to be alive; meanwhile the son feed his parent because waiting for their death”.

Now I stay silent, thinking of the statement.

For another Chances

Written by Nik Ahmad Fariq B Nik Ibrahim

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Born as Kelantanese Part 2

(Aku Budak Kelantan)

Kelantan, the way it used to be

Previous: Part 1

History sure brings big impact toward living people who never forget. Always people will talk about patriotism, the right that you hold as a citizen, and the trust that you claim with no hesitation. Talking about picture in big frame by barely looking at the broken frame, and the vanishing color’s tone of the photo; what you think will happen?

Kelantanese being related to all kind of violence, fierceness, impatient and the most broken personality through the years of history; which I never understand where the root is coming from. Site by site have been set up on the Net claiming that they understand the problem, and no good came as a result except then new perspective being given to Kelantanese as tribalism. It’s so unfair when you were given no choice to be yourself because you being judge just before you being born.

Hatred being spread from generation to generation because of a small fragment of story that being projected, years by years, and it’s getting bigger from time to time. That’s all possibility that I can think. People wrote stories about Kelantanese with curse and insult, and what just they hope the outcome would be? In a family, our parents told us to protect and take a good care of each others. But then one day, a guy came saying this and that, with sounds of condemnation, full of hatred, insulting our beloved parents and descendents, bad-mouthing about our family, and cursing one of our siblings, so how you think we should acted upon this dishonor speaking? Should we shut our mouth up? Do nothing and just keep smiling? And if we act recklessly in response, can they label us as being brute or tribalism, maybe?

Being bias is something that we didn’t even realize in the first place. Its can control our thinking and its outcome which we claim as neutral as our own perspective. The environment that we live in will be the good places to start all kind of feeling that we don’t understand in absolute. It’s same as being roughshod toward persons near you without you being realized because of believe that you hold as it is all about perspective.

Kelantan Darul Naim

Tribalism

The customs, life, and organization of a tribal society;

A strong loyalty to one’s tribe, party, or group.

By TheFreeDictionary

Can patriotism actually exist without tribalism, first?

Written by Nik Ahmad Fariq B Nik Ibrahim

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Born as Kelantanese Part 1

(Aku Budak Kelantan)

I'm proud to be born as Kelantanese, even there are so many skeptical views toward Kelantanese but still, I'll protect the pride no matter what. We have been tech by our decedent to protect our valuable history, spirit of tolerance and unity if one of us ever feels hurt nor pain. It’s been delivered from generation to generation that we're a great worrier, we're the finest fighter and we're the survival of the great misery.

Since long ago, the elders always remind us, be gentle toward everyone since we're all like sisters and brothers. No matter what races or places that they came from, help them when we're in needed. We serve for the great community, all of us, no states, no boundaries, and no bloodline history will ever be an excuses on helping each other; because we came from a single parent, because we're all known as human, because that what been teach in our great religious and because I'm a Muslim.

The dialect that I being used is one of the heritage that can't be compared of it values; because it is the one and only in the world. My great, great grandparent told me that, because of it we're alive, we were able to communicate, we make friends from all over the world, and we make a trading business possible. Same goes to the others outside your village, your state, your country, and even your world, the dialect shouldn't be an issued to give you permission to critic or humiliate others, because it's the unique value that they own, and in fact, everyone does. Please don't be shame by your own valuable heritage and don't forget to respect others righteous at the same time.

“Protect your belonging, defend every single person in your family and fight till the end of your breath!” I still remember this quotation makes by the folks and I understand now what does it really mean. Like a worrier, they'll die to protect everyone even not in related to them, but still they fight without hesitation. Family means people around you, your community, no matter where they came from; and if they're fighting for the truth that you're defending, help them. But the only problem is how you defined the word 'TRUTH'.

“Human aren't perfect after all. They tend to make mistake and they may lose the guidance. It's not fair to make punishment to all the family members if only one who make the mistake; and its really is wrong if you didn't even give him help to bring him back to the right track”, that what my Mom said when I tried to insult others, because she's saying that I'm not fit to make that complain.

Life is not about your own perspective or judgment in absolute, but it's mostly on consideration, value of humility, tolerance, kindness and the morale of living in community. Take care of each other, and helping each other is much, much better in making the strongest bonding of relationship, rather than keep insulting for the wrong deeds they make.

Next: Part 2

Written by Nik Ahmad Fariq B Nik Ibrahim

Monday, January 17, 2011.

Stepping Stone?

It would be great to stand at the top. You could see everything that not all people could see; and its means so much if you are the one and only pioneer of that height. You feel the breeze that bring you peace, you inhale and exhale the air that nobody knows yet how freshen it is, you’re alone but you feel no lonely, you exploring the new feeling of relaxing, calmness and joyful, wide grins show on your face expressing how grateful to enjoy the satisfaction, the exhausted fading while strength being restored, hatred loss with fight of love the scene created, no more regret and never looked back, the eyes widen enjoying the awesome blue sky without any interfered, stretching the hands and imagine of touching the sky, you are getting closer of ultimate achievement and you won’t feel tired of standing there hours and days because you’re targeting the new aim higher than ever.

Written by Nik Ahmad Fariq B Nik Ibrahim

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

AND

*****Think of what should its mean*****

Letter that never reached

My dear love,

I have so many things to tell you since the day we were part from each other. First of all, I really missed you, so much wanted to hear your voice, touch your hand and hug you as tight as I can. I keep dreaming day by day about your presents with smell of the perfume, that I remember, was your favorite ones since the first time I know you. I can’t describe correctly how the perfume fragment actual smell was, even I close my eyes, and imagine each times that I am with you, standing close to you, holding hand, and walk proudly down the streets. It really was a sad moments to rewind back which, once, was my most beautiful, wonderful and valuable memories that I ever created with you, a women with love.

The tears couldn’t be hold anymore and there’s nothing I can do also. “Leave me alone! Let me comfort you, my friend!” that all I can say about the tears and me.

Now I was all alone, weakly walked through days and weeks passed around. The burden on my shoulders is getting bigger and heavy until I can barely stand on my own. Each time I fall, I will stand back no matter how hard it could be, even my legs broken, even my knees bleeding, even my body’s shaking. It’s all because of you, the trust that you puts in my heart, the lessons that you left me with, make me believe that one day, it shall make me strong and become a Master of life by my own. I really wanted you to be by my side, even we kept arguing about many things all the time, but you’re unique, simply a man that I admire because of the philosophies that you posses and because ‘You’re who you’re’!

Thanks mom, dad! This love that appeared inside me will never fade, will never change until eternity!

With full of love,

Amad

Written by Nik Ahmad Fariq B Nik Ibrahim

Saturday, August 14, 2010

The Fence

There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily, gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. 

Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. 

The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said "you have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one." You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is still there. Make sure you control your temper the next time you are tempted to say something you will regret later.

- Author Unknown

Special Thanks to Motivational

The Touchstone

When the great library of Alexandria burned, the story goes, one book was saved. But it was not a valuable book; and so a poor man, who could read a little, bought it for a few coppers.The book wasn't very interesting, but between its pages there was something very interesting indeed. It was a thin strip of vellum on which was written the secret of the "Touchstone"!

The touchstone was a small pebble that could turn any common metal into pure gold. The writing explained that it was lying among thousands and thousands of other pebbles that looked exactly like it. But the secret was this: The real stone would feel warm, while ordinary pebbles are cold.

So the man sold his few belongings, bought some simple supplies, camped on the seashore, and began testing pebbles.

stoneHe knew that if he picked up ordinary pebbles and threw them down again because they were cold, he might pick up the same pebble hundreds of times. So, when he felt one that was cold, he threw it into the sea. He spent a whole day doing this but none of them was the touchstone. Yet he went on and on this way. Pick up a pebble. Cold - throw it into the sea. Pick up another. Throw it into the sea.

The days stretched into weeks and the weeks into months. One day, however, about midafternoon, he picked up a pebble and it was warm. He threw it into the sea before he realized what he had done. He had formed such a strong habit of throwing each pebble into the sea that when the one he wanted came along, he still threw it away.

So it is with opportunity. Unless we are vigilant, it's asy to fail to recognize an opportunity when it is in hand and it's just as easy to throw it away.

- Author UnknownBits & Pieces, Economic Press
Resource: Motivational-well-being

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This is from an old story, back in the '30s, in the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less. A 10 year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him.
"How much is an ice cream sundae?" the little boy asked.
"Fifty cents," replied the waitress.
The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins he had. "Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired.
By now, more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing very impatient. "Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied.
The little boy again counted his coins. "I'll have the plain ice cream," he said.

The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry. As she wiped down the table, there placed neatly beside the empty dish were two nickels and five pennies. You see, he couldn't have the sundae because he had to have enough money to leave her a tip.

Resource: Motivational for Well-Being

Parable of the Pencil - Pencil story

The Pencil Maker took the pencil aside, just before putting him into the box.
"There are 5  things you need to know," he told the pencil,"Before I send you into the world. Always remember them and never forget, and you will become the best pencil you can be."

"One:You will be able to do many great things, but only if you allow yourself to be held in Someone's hand."

"Two: You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, but you'll need it to become a better pencil."

"Three: You will be able to correct any mistakes you make."

"Four: The most important part of you will always be what's inside."

"And Five: On every surface you are used on, you must leave your mark. No matter what the condition, you must continue to write."

The pencil understood and promised to remember, and went into the box with purpose in its heart. Now replace the place of the pencil with you. Always remember them and never forget and you will become the best person you can be.

One: You will be able to do many great things, but only if you allow yourself to be held in God's hand. And allow other human beings to access you for the many gifts you possess.
Two: You will experience a painful sharpening from time to time, by going through various problems in life, but you'll need it to become stronger person.
Three: You will be able to correct any mistakes you make.
Four: The most important part of you will always be what's on the inside.
And Five: On every surface you walk through, you must leave your mark. No matter what the situation, you must continue to do your duties.

Allow this parable on the pencil to encourage you to know that you are special person and only you can fulfill the purpose to which you were born to accomplish.

Never allow yourself to get discouraged and think that your life is significant and cannot make a change.

Dads Blessings

A young man was getting ready to graduate from college. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it, he told him that was all he wanted.

As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car.  Finally, on the morning of his graduation, his father called him into his private study. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son, and told him how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautifully wrapped gift box.  Curious, but somewhat disappointed, the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Quran, with the young man's name embossed in gold. Angry, he raised his voice to his father and said "With all your money, you give me a Quran?" and stormed out of the house, leaving the Quran.

Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. He had a beautiful home and wonderful family, but realized his father was very old, and thought perhaps he should go to him.  He had not seen him since that graduation day.  Before he could make arrangements, he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away, and willed all of his possessions to his son. He needed to come home immediately and take care of things.

When he arrived at his father's house, sudden sadness and regret filled his heart.  He began to search through his father's important papers and saw the still new Quran, just as he had left it years ago.  With tears, he opened the Quran and began to turn the pages.  And as he did, a car key dropped from the back of the Quran.  It had a tag with the dealer's name, the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. On the tag was the date of his graduation, and the words PAID IN FULL.

How many times do we miss His blessings and answers to our prayers because they do not arrive exactly as we have expected?


p/s: I already change a few words of this story..
Resource: I'm really forget to save the web URL..=(