a tribute to fighters who fight for freedom...
anywhere everywhere...
fisabilillah...
sempena sambutan 40 tahun
Persatuan Seni SIlat Cekak Ustaz Hanafi..
31 Disember 1996
Malam Puisis Pendekar Dewan Bahasa dan Pustaka
Dideklamasikan oleh En. Mohd. Radzi b. Hj. Hanafi,
Presiden merangkap Guru Utama Silat Cekak Hanafi
semalamku ketemu seorang tua
wajahnya bersinar
lirik matanya tajam menikam
lalu ia berpesan
ada beza antara pemburu
dan pejuang
pemburu itu sifatnya mendapatkan
pejuang itu sifatnya membebaskan
pemburu itu sentiasa memilih
pejuang itu tetap pendirian
pemburu itu tidak pernah puas atas perolehannya
pejuang itu sentiasa bersyukur atas kurnianNya
pemburu itu inginkan pujian
pejuang itu sering dihina biarpun membawa kebenaran
pemburu itu matlamatnya acap berpindah
pejuang itu matlamatnya dinamis lagi merdeka
katanya jadilah pejuang yang ikhlas dihati
dan perjuangannya.
Semalamku ketemu seorang tua
wajahnya gelisah
lirik matanya redup dan dingin
lalu ia berpesan
Jangan biarkan payung-payung kecil
berkembang dibawah naugan payung besar
kelak hujan tiada
tetapi air melimpah tidak keruan
katanya lagi
lihatlah ke dalam dirimu
renungkan segala tindakan yang lalu
jangan menuding ke orang lain
kelak bayangnya membaluti dirimu
tambahnya lagi
jadilah seorang pemimpin
hidupnya bisa memimpin
biarpun serba kepayahan
kerana amanah ini harus
dipikul bersama
semalamku ketemu seorang tua
wajahnya tenang
lirik matanya menawan
lalu ia berpesan
bersatulah atas nama perjuangan
perjuangan yang telah lama kita bina
perjuangan bertunjang hak yang satu
perjuangan mengenal diri kita
perjuangan yang bermandikan
titisan darah dan air mata
bangunlah wahai anak-anakku
perjalanan kita masih jauh
tiada lagi masa lesu untuk kita hampiri
tiada lagi keluh kesah untuk kita tatapi
tiada lagi rasa hati untuk kita pendamkan
tiada lagi keraguan untuk kita sangsikan
semalamku ketemu lagi seorang tua
wajahnya lembut
lirik matanya bersahaja
senyumnya tampak puas dan ceria
tiada lagi pesanan dari lelaki tua
kerana hatinya kini tenang.
Kerana dia tahu kitalah
PEWARISNYA.
Nukilan : NASH A.G
Kuala Lumpur.
selamat menyambut hari kemerdekaan yang ke 48..
-bcara sendiri-
The Veil
Road to Madinah
Dawud Wharsnby Ali
They say,
"Oh, poor girl, you're so beautiful you know
It's a shame that you cover up your beauty so."
She just smiles and graciously responds reassuringly,
"This beauty that I have is just one simple part of me.
This body that I have, no stranger has the right to see.
These long clothes, this shawl I wear, ensure my modesty.
Faith is more essential than fashion, wouldn't you agree?"
This hijab,
This mark of piety,
Is an act of faith, a symbol,
For all the world to see.
A simple cloth, to protect her dignity.
So lift the veil from your heart to see the heart of purity.
They tell her,
"Girl, don't you know this is the West and you are free?
You don't need to be oppressed, ashamed of your femininity."
She just shakes her head and she speaks so assuredly,
"See the bill-boards and the magazines that line the check-out isles,
with their phony painted faces and their air-brushed smiles?
Well their sheer clothes and low cut gowns they are really not for me.
You call it freedom, I call it anarchy."
This hijab,
This mark of piety,
Is an act of faith, a symbol,
For all the world to see.
A simple cloth, to protect her dignity.
So lift the veil from your heart
to see the heart of purity.
Lift the veil from your heart
and seek the heart of purity.
insyaAllah..
:: ummum's ::
:: bicara sendiri ::
"jalanraya terlampau sunyi, untukku terus bermimpi"
-butterfingers, KEMBALI-
"we who are not as others"
-sepultura-
"lost souls swimming in a fish bowl"
-pink floyd-
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The world is my expense
The cost of my desire
Jesus blessed me with its future
And I protect it with fire
So raise your fists
And march around
Just don't take what you need
I'll jail and bury those committed
And smother the rest in greed
Crawl with me into tomorrow
Or I'll drag you to your grave
I'm deep inside your children
They'll betray you in my name
Hey, hey
Sleep now in the fire
The lie is my expense
The scope of my desire
The party blessed me with its future
And I protect it with fire
I am the Nina The Pinta The Santa Maria
The noose and the rapist
The fields overseer
The agent of orange
The priests of Hiroshima
The cost of my desire
To Sleep now in the fire!
sleep now in the fire
-rage against the machine
