Death of my 2-month old Nephew

Even those who've seen Death many a times in their lives, whether young or old, wept at the sight of the crying father who carries the lifeless child in his arms as he enters the house full of relatives whom already showed signs of grievance at the loss of a young life. He was too young to have been taken away that quickly, and so the father has lost his 2-month old son who stayed cold and motionless, not ever wanting to let go of him. It made all the worse as he laid the child on the floor surrounded by crying relatives because now, everyone saw the lifeless child with a scar on his face. Post-mortem. And still, none knew why he died.

One may quote "Grieve not at the death of one's life, but rejoice at the news of the birth of another". The Life-Death Balance theory; when one life is lost, somewhere across the world, a baby is born, like a replacement sort of theory. Yet, to not cry at the sight of the scene seems to be disrespectful to the family. Though none of us barely knew the boy (being only 2 months old and not being able to grow up), everyone, including non-relatives, shed tears for such Purity was lost.

Death does not recognize age nor size. When your name appears on his list, the Angel of Death comes to you and mercilessly pull your soul away from its carnal shell of flesh and bones, no matter who you are. "Even Kings shalt I pull their Souls away for their Time has arrived and my Duty is served. Unfair I am none. Your soul does not belong to you."

When we were heading to the Muslim cemetery, even the Sky went dark and gray. As he descend towards the ground, my cousin didn't want to let go of his child. But the burial must be placed. And just like the drizzling tears of Angels in the Skies above us, our tears seeped into the ground as the young child was carefully placed inside the grave. The Loss of Innocence have made even Mother Nature and the clouds to cry...

Before leaving the burial site, I saw a gravestone that says "Hamza Patel: Return to Rahmatullah on the 10.10.2009". One of the many children that was buried at the Children section of the Cemetery. But what startled me was that, my nephew was born on that very same day, 10th October 2009. And I wondered that, from the Life:Death theory, maybe this child gave his life to my Nephew...
And now, a new child was born into the world somewhere out there...

But maybe, it's better that one is gone before committing any sins in his life or even knowing the Evils we humans have created in this world, for he shall now be taken to Paradise where all things shall be presented in glorious fashion and an eternal happiness ensues upon the boy. It seems the Almighty needs him more than we do. And I'm sure he will be greatly taken care of and cherished in His House of Heaven.

We may not have known him that long, but I'm certain we will all miss him dearly...
A reminder that we do not own our souls and any of us could be next on Death's list...
If God Wills it, anything can happen... Amin

The War within a Dog...

I apologise for this unruly commentary about the life of a saddened dog who lives none but with such emotions contrary to a normal mutt. He finds the drooling mess of his life fading like waves and winds clashing onto the summer edges of the beach, where the Sun greets nothing more than find the likes of him beneath lives of lives... As he obeys his inner commands to stay and help the master of the house...

He isn't being bad or anything. He wants to make others proud of him by doing one of many selfless acts possible. And sacrificing time for himself; to play outside in the garden where sunshine flows through the clouds in the sky and brightens the spirit within him.

But nevertheless, he wants to just bark and bite his way out. Wanting freedom. To have fun while he can. To just get out and live a life of life, unlike other cats who laze around in the yard and not play with the yarn in front of them. "I am not a cat, nor like any other dogs." He obeys not to his master, but to his heart.

But then, to leave the house leaves a mark of conscious. Maybe regrets later on. He constantly fights with himself whether to stay with his master, or just to be freed into the glistening radiant land ruled by the Sun and Winds.

He sacrificed that freedom and became a lonely hound of saddened memories... Just with himself. Alone. And Deprived of the many spirits that lingers outside the house. Free from troubles and wicked lives. He is indeed not just any dog. He is in fact, a caged domestic pet of troubled present and future...

---A True Event---

It is Not the Cheering that Makes You Stronger...

I'm sure many of you have heard of the phrase "It is not the number of times you Fall that counts. It is the number of times you Get Up." A quote that helps to make failures a little less negative to one's mind.

Optimism. Mankind has always tried to encourage one another to think positive and help each other to achiece success. Everytime we try to achieve our Dreams, there will always be something that stands in our way. Be it family, monetary issues, lack of skills/talent, or whatever. Or most commonly, everytime we get up, we fail again. It is frustrating to find that no matter how hard we try, we simply couldn't achieve that goal. That target. That Dream.

And worst of all, people jeer at you. People hate you. They despise you. 'Cause you couldn't accomplish anything. "Loser! Sucker! JUST ROT AT HOME!" may have been some those insults thrown at you. Or simply the famous international jeer "BOOOOO!"

But let me tell you this. A stadium full of applause and cheering, and a section of people jeering and insulting you. Both are simply the same. They are just noises that doesn't really make much sense at times. But how you perceive that noise, is totally a different thing. Try to channel that noise, especially the jeerings, into cheers to support you in what you're gonna do. Turn them into strength.

I believe that Cheering doesn't make one stronger (although it is scientifically proven that cheering and aural support help to amplify one's performance in sports or rigourous activities). We need to develop our strength and push our limits further in order to keep Staying Up rather than Getting Up from a Fall over and over again. To do this, we gotta take any critique or insults or whatsoever into something positive. Channel them to strengthen yourself. From this, our minds will constantly think "I need to get better" and you will never be complacent ever.

Push your boundaries, and chances are that you'll continue to Stand Up more than you Fall... Even Jump Up High if Possible... =)

Who the F**K are You?

I believe the Time has come when we have to decide for ourselves our Lives, our Fates, our Stories. It has come to my attention that Boredom is not neccessarily negative at some moments. It helps people to think of things we never usually think about when we were busy doing our work or studying. After leaving our second homes of such a wonderful and huge family that connects teenagers and adults in one single but enormous building, we begin to find life such a Bore as we ask ourselves every morning, "Hey! What the Hell am I gonna do today?"

A simple question of infinite possiblities, yet one finds it difficult to choose an answer. Back then, we would usually say,"Oh, do maths pratice paper," or "revise Shakespeare's Othello" or even "I'm gonna practice my dance moves for SYF" or "Shoot 50 Bullseyes today at SAFRA Yishun".

Now, those times of answering the question with such answers is long gone. Forever gone (unless God forbids, we get retained and had to do Junior College life for at least one more year). We now answer the question with answers like "I'm gonna hang out with my friends today" or "Lets go to the Beach this afternoon" since every day now seems like a Weekend ever since A Levels were officially over.

Some, I believe, have already started work. Mostly retail assistants or in F&B. We now get into the real world. For the guys, of course, have to go for National Service, which is not really a bad thing if you see it with a different viewpoint. It allows us ample time to think of WHAT THE HECK AM I GONNA DO FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE? And of course, it gets us buffed up which will promise amazing results after 2 years of training. Looking forward to that mostly.

But for others who are staying at home idly, doing nothing much for the life of his own, or even others, Boredom in fact, continues to torture us to keep answering that first question we always ask ourselves in the morning.

Staring in front of the computer and play? Watch TV all day long? Clean your room twice a day? Exercise my Ass off? Cook yourself a Gourmet Meal? Eat, Sleep and Shit for the entire day?

What are you going to do today? Simple. Answer this very question. Who the F**k am I? And at the end, you'll get to answer that same question everyday without thinking too hard about it. Try it. If it still doesn't help, then you didn't answer yourself honestly.

So... Who the F**k are YOU?