MEN OF STEEL

I never intended to make silly grammar or typing error by making the title MEN instead of MAN of steel. 

There is one sole reason why i decided to avoid watching Man of Steel since it's premieres in Malaysia. 

That is simply because I do not believe in Henry Cavill to bring out the Superman I'd hope to be. 

The good looking Superman. Seriously, I thought the Henry Cavill would spoil that with his dark curly almost braided hair. 

Two-hours ago, I broke this decision. I watched the movie. Intensified and guilty with what I was doing, I was amazed. All this while, I thought the movie sells because of the name, and history. I was wrong entirely. Henry Cavill in this movie is so far one of the most beautiful man I have ever seen. 

But there is always something more than just looks. Cavill delivered well.  

Kal-El was the only natural born son of Krypton. The only one, He was the key towards his own mankind but he chose what was good for the mankind he had become. He chose to save the responsibility which was left to him by history. He chose to be a Superman. Kal-El, was a history made fiction who figured out his mission from history. To ensure that Earth does not end up like Krypton. But he waited for himself, and Earth to be ready for him. He waited and took a leap of faith when his steel is ready.

History does matters. We came from History. I am a malay, living in Malaysia and on top of all a Moslem from history. Human being running around in my world trying to figure out why they are living because they forget how important history is.

I should wait too, right?

I know why I live now. I mean I knew it all along but I never had realized it should be this important. (Not from Henry Cavill oh please!)

I thought I am just ordinary. I thought everyone is ordinary.

But we are not. Everyone has their own steel that is made for a purpose. 

I have always wondered, How can it be that we all are made differently with no purpose? Isn't that just a plain stupidity? God is God. The Almighty and all the compliments are for Him. How can we be made purposeless? 

LISTEN TO ME, WE ARE NOT JUST ORDINARY.  

I am neither ordinary nor Superman. 

We are the Men of Steel, and our purpose is islam.

If this is too hard for you to understand or you think this is just some plain Islamic blog entry which is made by a wannabe famous somewhat... i would suggest for you to look back. Turn the pages in your history book. Stare at your muslim name, find it's meaning. Think as far as you could but remember that the closest thing to you shall be death and there will be life after death. 

Find your steel, or as for me I earn one and nurturing one and one day my steel will unite with all you Muslim back to our golden age.

Wallahua'lam.

A despicable design

this world is designed to break your heart.

There will be souls who is made to be yours. whether they are your blood, or your water; they will be yours at your worst stake. I have a mother who was loved by everyone, figuratively and literally. She was loved.

when she had her perfect health. So did my father. So did my gone brother. they were all loved and cherished. And their existence were embraced by everyone who met their eyes on them. They were loved by so many countless persons who claimed themselves families, relatives, friends or even daughters of different origins. But that countless bits, turned to barely can even be accounted to be with these three beloved people of mine at their worst stake. Be there blood nor water; no relations in the world could ever proceed themselves to be at service of good deed when we needed them to.

This design of a human being is my utmost fear. My worst pain and nightmare whatever i should call them; it is not a good word for any noble mouth to bear. I never thought of forgetting any good deeds a person would have given me. If I am at the very capability to repay any, I promise I would. The design of people in which forgets is one upsetting design.

The design who forgets that we do not live in this world for this world. The design which forgets why we are even living here in this world. To please who? Oh please, I do not beg for you to be fine and act nice to my mother, father nor my late brother's honor. They are just human beings who bound to make every mistake they can here. But, I do beg you to be as honest and as sincere to every soul you do good deeds with. Do it heartfully for your God whom your servitude is compulsory. Because we, are in our shortest way to come back to Him.

What differentiates my three beloved people in the past and present days are their health. And of course my brother had already returned to where we all are belonged to. Both my parents were tough guards, who would sacrifice anything to give help sincerely to any living souls who asked them. Who keeps their children in the perfection we need. Now, they are not anymore capable of running around helping people. Their pace has become slow but arising steadily. Allah knows what we had gone through. Alhamdulillah, my late brother; people spoke nice of him. He was the best among us the siblings and yes, people will start listening when you're dead.

At our worst stake, my dead brother would be there for us. Now that he's gone, God showed us most people who is well designed to crush and torn us apart. Parasites. At our worst stake, we were left by just us. This is a world to be grateful for, trust me no sarcasm in this. You will be surprised how close you were and how actually you are in distance with someone. 

When you have less to offer the world, the world leaves you.

These people may have cooked your everyday meals, braided your hair, praised you day and night, let you play with their child and bonded with them like your own blood. One fine day, under any circumstances they will be just gone. All you have left are memories and distances you never knew was there all along.

And do not expect people who are designed this way are the least in the world. Around you, they will be plenty, outruns the number of days you have lived even. Do not expect these people to come back to you without the same reason they had before. Do not expect they would see how you are in pain when they choose to leave you. Lastly, do not expect that this design is not in you. Nauzubillah.

I just hate to see my people got hurt by this design. My beautiful family do not need these kinds of people coming in, act nice and gone in a split of a second. My parents had enough to bear, these additions of bad designs cannot be here anymore. Not in a time that I am not there with them. They have had enough.

So, dear Allah who I turn to in my happiness, and sadness. Make these design go away in a blink of our eyes. Keep us and only us to hurt to teach, and to love unconditionally of our blood. Spare our parents Your great compassion and make us strong by the most tender lessons. Grant their prayers your mercy and generosity. Protect them at all times. Make their hearts think of only to please You and by it make them happy in this Dunia and Aakhirah.

Amin.