Hi everyone and peace be upon all my friends, a few times lately i’ve been asked by a lot of people like my driving instructor, auntie, friends and lecturers to shave my beard… Without also knowing why my beard is disturbing you all.. (maybe i do play with it sometimes ) Well below is the reason why I am keeping a beard;
Well to grow a beard was the practice of ALL the Prophets peace be upon them; Prophet Adam, Moses, Abraham, Jesus including of course without saying - the last messenger Muhammad s.a.w. But why should i follow the prophets? When they lived 1400 years ago? Well to follow all the prophets in all aspects of life, for they were the best of examples of time. All the prophets was sent by God to perfect the attitude and the behavoir of man. It is this visible beard that differentiates me and you.
Nowadays people are overcome with the western influence in their lives, to follow every every single thing like a blind person and not remembering who they are. To say that it perfects your presentation look but I DONT care, some people even tell me ‘you are handsome without it, but who cares?! What matters is how god sees me and YOU don’t have the right to judge me! It’s my beard! I don’t grow my beard such to the extent to my stomach.
Even i think it’s handsome to grow a beard. Just don’t let others think what you are and my brothers try to grow a beard, if you can’t it’s okay. The Prophet Muhammad said:► “Whoever revives an aspect of my Sunnah that is forgotten after my death, he will have a reward equivalent to that of the people who follow him, without it detracting in the least from their reward.”
DON’T ever mock the practice of the prophets, if you don’t like seeing me with it then dont take a look at it. Hopefully the information presented understand you all.
The Beard: the only visible Sunnah(practice of the prophets) you take with you in the grave.
aidil :)

The above picture is two pairs of sandals worn by the greatest man who once walked on earth. I had this intention to really put this logo, to be worn/paste onto any thing. As long I would be able to see it everyday of my life. When i found out that the sticker had two inside it. I was thinking the person whom i should give it next, who helped me a lot and yup. I took the blue and he took the purple one. It’s both pasted at each of our laptops on the left :):)

This post is dedicated to Mian. A young boy i met in Cambodia. He’s only 12 years old and I believe all my friends who went to Cambodia with me, somehow saw me so stress leaving him, I sat alone in the bus that last day hiding my tears. Somehow this 12 years old boy made an impression to me. That three days with him was really so worth it. Though I wish I could extend the time.. I couldn’t communicate directly to him as he couldn’t speak English and I couldn’t speak Khmer(Cambodian) language. We both were using sign language to communicate but it wasn’t effective too. The only time i got to talk to him was when I saw the translator person near to me. That was the moment I ask him; where he live? School? Address? Many more i guess…
How we first met? Well it was that time when we both we seating together and before that time everyone was asking what was his name? I too wanted to know his name. So i got a paper and then wrote my name on that piece of paper and pointed an arrow towards me and said “Aidil”. Then somehow he took the pen i was holding and wrote his name and then he said his full name “Da-Mian”. I remembered smiling feeling proud that i was the first to got to know his name.

Later that day too feeling bored with what I’m suppose to do (cause I’m suppose to play games with the kids but my friend didnt came) I played Frisbee with him and also soccer using basketball. The worst thing happen too because I made him fall and really really I felt bad that time… I took a picture showing him that his pants wasn’t that dirty with dirt..After that I began to see, he was liking me a lot.. you could sense he was finding me always and ya I did really like him. During lunch time he drew the same thing on what I drew on that paper and gave it to me. In return I drew the same thing but in the book I bought for gifts for the games.

The next day and the last day with him was really the best time amazing awesome time with him. That morning when we all reach school he went behind my back, knowingly I could see him. Grab my hand and put a piece of paper. It was a drawing of me and him holding hands. It made me want to cry that moment. I knew somehow I wasn’t going to waste that last day with him. We were all going on a village trip with the kids, so I pick Mian and hold his hand to the bus. I knew he wasn’t in that school but really going without him would be really boring. That 4 hours village tour was the best moments in Cambodia. He showed me around in the village with all the fruits plucking everything and giving it to me. I was heartened by his love. Every fruit you would find would be given into my mouth. The best fruit was of course, the tasty yellow mango. After that village trip, during lunch knowingly his status. I gave him my share of lunch. After lunch we all with my other classmates when to play games with the Cambodians kids, blowing balloons, bashing pots (which I took part in) and the super-mass-long-dance. After that whole thing we took pictures, hug each other and said our goodbyes.


So what is really the behind this story. Well besides that I really miss him. He taught me something.. I couldn’t speak to him directly and it’s really sad. I wish I was able to talk more.. but that three days was just using hand and sign language. He was just this small boy finding more about us Singaporeans.. and that few times I played games with him, he was so cheerful. The most memorable moment was when he hold my hand and walked trough me the whole village, plucking fruits for me to eat. There was one time when we were both sitting together and I said to him; “If only we can talk together”.
Reminded me of the song; Imagine by John Lennon
Imagine there’s no countries
…
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world…
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How i wish i was able to meet him now. Call him.. say Hi. I promise to go back Samrong Village soon. Everyone should think about helping others. During the village tour their sincerity to us is more than we can expect, their love with us was going around giving us fruits to show us their gratefulness to us. I’m living in a society where grades and high pays really matter whereas these people are much more satisfied in life. How Mian can be so happy? How can we be so self-centered to our own selves when others are suffering? This life is not about what you have, it’s about what you give. That money inside you pocket doesn’t proof anything. It’s not even your money. God’s just lending that money to you. The money belongs to you ONLY when you give it to someone. That is the greatest deed to me.
We should be contented with what we have. It’s more than we need, let’s start giving.
Hi everyone! Been quite a while not being here on Tumblr. So how do I start ehh? Well I’ve been really busy with life and all. Dont focus much on blogging this days but thinking back blogging helps you rant out stuff or maybe share what you’ve been through lately in life. Since the last blog was on 28 October. I’ll start from where i left..
Firstly, school life in Temasek Poly is one hectic life. I do like semester 2 workload. Fun subjects. Getting close with classmates.. TP’s changing and i like the change… New buildings. Modules? The most interesting module would be Object Oriented Programming? It’s an advance of Java from the first semester.
Well everyday is the same waking up starting school at 9am. Life revolves everyday with thursday as exception. ^-^. I don’t have much too say… really… Projects after projects couldn’t put my mind to it…
I didn’t record much on school days(so really busy) but they were a few great awesome events recorded on my google calendar[;)] :
Hari Raya Haji + Day of Arafah -
So what difference is this from other Hari Raya Haji? Well first before that the day i fasted with Akasah and volunteered with him the next day. We were both scared of knives and ended with tagging sheep instead. haha
SOUT ILLAHI -
10 & 11 December 2011. Volunteered with SOUT ILLAHI on the event Sacred Path of Love with Akasah. Got to know the event from my NurIkhwan president. It was 2 days of pure islamic knowledge. Spent the 1st night watching eclipse with Akasah too.. <3 Sweet!! haha…
(sometimes i wish this day didn’t happen. something bad happen too..)

Eclipse <3
NYPMSN Event; SyukuRun event -
By far one of the greatest event with Muslim Societies across all polytechnics. 26 December. NYPMSN, TPNI, SPMLS, NPMSS and RPMS meeting together for a run event of a lifetime. Met new friends from different poly. Hey it’s good… maybe we should have this kind of centralized poly meets :):)

Kem Pembuke Dada -
Hehe. The event i’ve been waiting for so long.. this is Open Heart Camp in english or malay; Kem Pembuke Dada. Ever since the last time since the camp i would always been waiting… This camp is spiritually the best. It keeps your faith strong after the wordily life.. Yup went to this camp with my companion again :)
Hectic Week -
So what is this hectic week? It’s my first time going through this but it’s SUPERSTRESSFULDAYEVERINYOURFIRSTTIMEINPOLY. It’s so hectic that assignments after assignments and presentation after presentation. On that wednesday, had two presentation so the second presentation was really tired. I was sooo tired that i fall asleep at the praying area at school. tsk.tsk
OKay. that it’s for me now. i’ll be back soon to post more… ‘just’ interesting life and memories i wish to keep. :))
*SMILE*
Hi… haha sorry for the late reply… is it okay if i knew whom i talking too?? Pray to god to find a good friend?? ^-^
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