be yourself.

assalamualaikum.

first of all, this is a random post. so, if theres any parties that offended with my words — i already told ya, it's random.

have to say that we(girls) have that tendency to have a perfect life. i know. we tend to have a perfect body, a perfect skin and mrs. perfect it all. like how people nowadays labelled perfection as body goals, skin goals and segala goals. yes, i'm included in that categories too(just so u know).

i was so obsessed to have a nice body and a skin with no flaws(if that possible). i was so obsessed to have them until i forgot to accept my own self. i forgot to treat my inner self well bcos i'm too obsessed to fix my outer skin. i'm soo pissed off with myself rn. i was deceived by social media, i get insecured when i look at a girl with a good skin, a girl with no flaws, a girl with nice body. my head said "u must have that body too" my heart said "u need to have that skin too" my nafs said "u r not pretty enough, u need to be more beautiful" there's like a tiny little voice that told me to have more that what others have. u know what i mean right? but u know what... don't trust what u see here because it's a fake world, we only show the good side of us.

i didn't realize what has happened to myself until my mom reprimand me. "my dear, u r so obsessed to have a good skin, u went on extreme diet, u already lose 6kg! u use all sort of products on ur face. if theres a pimple on ur face u'll act like this world will come to an end. it's just, pimples. u r not grateful of what u've now. u know that's not good right? don't be too obsessed until u forgot to think what's good and what's not. u learnt that moderation is better. but think, what u r doing now is...?" and i was like "no, mom. i just want to be comfortable with myself that's all. i'm not comfortable if there's flaws on my face, visible fat and all. i won't sit back and relax with that" but my mom just smiled and walked away.

and now, after i've think about what my mom told me, i'm now... realize. what i did was wrong. yes, it's good to be comfortable with your own skin, in your own body. but this is not comfortable ady, this is called ungrateful!

yeah, mom's right. moderation is better.
as u know, the more guys look at u, the more u get sin. yeah, you get sin. bcos u make them to look at u. oh tell me, whoever won't look at a girl with a full package face with a next top model's body? atst it's invite to 'zina mata'...

The Prophet s.a.w. said “if the slave sins a black dot is formed on his heart, but if he repents, leaves the sinning, and seek forgiveness from Allah then Allah will forgive him. but if he continues to sin and the black dot will grow till it covers all of his heart. till the blackness covers all of us heart. this the covering Allah speaks in the Qur’an."

if we, girls primp to look gorgeous to went out everyday, and guys look at us from top to toe and was fascinated by our beauty everyday, we'll both get sin everyday. fair enough? that explained what The Prophet s.a.w already state. pity us, pity guys. pity pity. so, it's clear now right?

last but not least, stop sighing. stop complaining that u don't have what others have. just, be humble. be yourself. remember, moderation is better! afterall ur beauty is worth only for ur husband. oh, just saying haha.

that's it. my lil confession for today.

I AM GOING TO READ THIS POST AGAIN IF I GET DISTRACTED AGAIN TQ.

love, dyfz.

recyling bin's game.

I once saw a high school teacher lead a simple, powerful exercise to teach his class about privilege and social mobility. He started by giving each student a scrap piece of paper and asked them to crumple it up.

Then he moved the recycling bin to the front of the room.

He said, “The game is simple — you all represent the country’s population. And everyone in the country has a chance to become wealthy and move into the upper class.”

“To move into the upper class, all you must do is throw your wadded-up paper into the bin while sitting in your seat.”

The students in the back of the room immediately piped up, “This is unfair!” They could see the rows of students in front of them had a much better chance.

Everyone took their shots, and — as expected — most of the students in the front made it (but not all) and only a few students in the back of the room made it.

He concluded by saying, “The closer you were to the recycling bin, the better your odds. This is what privilege looks like. Did you notice how the only ones who complained about fairness were in the back of the room?”

"By contrast, people in the front of the room were less likely to be aware of the privilege they were born into. All they can see is 10 feet between them and their goal.”

"Your job — as students who are receiving an education — is to be aware of your privilege. And use this particular privilege called “education” to do your best to achieve great things, all the while advocating for those in the rows behind you.”

— Nathan W. Pyle

foods from non-muslim: would you eat?

If you receive food from your non-Muslim neighbour, and they say there is no pork in it, would you eat, for example?

Shaykh Yusuf Qaradawi wrote in a fatwa, portions of which may be found in al-Halal wa al-Haram fi al-Islam, "It is not required of the Muslim to inquire about what he has not witnessed, such as how was the animal killed, did the manner of slaughter meet the Islamic conditions, or was the name of Allah mentioned while slaughtering or not? If the animal was slaughtered by a Muslim, even if he is ignorant or sinful, or by someone from among the People of the Book, eating it is halal for us."

According to a hadits, the companions asked the Prophet (s.a.w.), "People bring us meat and we do not know whether they have mentioned the name of Allah over it or not. Shall we eat it or not?”

And the Prophet (s.a.w.) replied, “Mention the name of Allah over it and eat.”

That food is rizqi. It is bad adab for a Muslim to interrogate someone about the food when it is Given and bad adab before Allah (s.w.t.) since He is the Provider of rizqi. So the religion is simple, but Muslims, in their ignorance, make it difficult.

— Faizal Gentlenerd.

racism?

Tidak salah untuk kita menyuarakan pendapat tentang kemasukan 1.5 juta warga Bangladesh ke dalam negara kita.

Tetapi jangan la kita memanggil mereka dengan nama seperti bangsa "perogol, "perompak""sampah". Perbuatan sedemikian adalah sangat tidak bermoral dan tidak melambangkan nilai seorang rakyat Malaysia.

When we are abroad, we dislike being stereotyped, kita saban hari berkongsi video mengenai islamophobia di negara barat. Tetapi amat memalukan, perbuatan tersebut dilakukan di tanah air kita sendiri.

Where is our manners? Di manakah budi bahasa kita?

Tidak salah kita mempersoalkan tindakan kerajaan. Tapi jangan la kita menjadi seorang yang rasis dan xenophobic seperti Donald Trump.

Malaysians, you are better than this.

My debate partner who is incidentally my roommate is a Bangladeshi. He is an Asian Debate Champion and World Class Debater.

Muhammad Yunus, a Bangladeshi social entrepreneur, banker, economist and civil society leader who was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize for founding the Grameen Bank and pioneering the concepts of microcredit and microfinance.

Both are exceptional people from the country that many of you decided to call "bangsa perogol".

Before we start judging a person based on their race or nationality, ask yourself, do you like being stereotyped?

Adakah anda suka dikutuk, dilabel dan dikeji ketika anda berada di negara asing untuk mendapat rezeki yang halal.

Sudah tentu tidak.

I personally disagree with the influx of foreign workers, but never will I label them as "bangsa perompak". Mereka adalah manusia sama seperti saya.

Tidak kira warna kulit ataupun bangsa, marilah kita belajar menghormati sesama manusia.

#WeAreBetterThanThis

— Syed Saddiq, Asian Best Debater.

the struggle.

assalamualaikum guys.

my last post was on june 9, 2015. wow that's a long hiatus right? well as u know, i had to sit for a big exams last year which is spm. for that's the reason y i'm on a long hiatus. so oh ya, it's 2016! i'm 18 ady haha *make a fetus face* ok. let's get to the main point y i'm back in blogging. thru all this days, i've been reading almost literally dozens of books, websites, newspapers and even an instagram captions and facebook posts. i get inspired by those bcos i could read and consider other people's opinions and ideas, which is actually brilliant! malaysians actually good in giving opinions and ideas istg. i enjoyed reading every each of those comments on every post. the newest post i've read is from adibah awang's blog. her writing is imperfectly perfect. the post that most interest me was 'the resting btchface'. for that, i'm going to write some of my opinion relating to the post *wow what a long intro*

"hg ni diam sgt la, ckp la sikit"
"u have a mouth or not?"
"muka hg sombong sgt la"

that's what people usually points out to me. i admit, that i've a worst social anxiety disorder. back to when i was 7. i was considered as a less talk child. but not meant that i couldn't talk, i can. but i prefer to remain silent and speak when it's necessary. well said, i'm not friendly. if u don't talk, i won't talk and if u talk, i'll think like 23747929 times of what to answered. and for that, my teacher always pair me up with the most talkative kid. and it's actually a mess. when it comes for us to speak in front of the class, i'll get this 2 sentences to be presented and the rest will be presented by my mate. u see? and i was raised with that way. and then people start asking y my mouth shuts rather than asking about the root of it *pissed*

but not until i've started my first day in highschool. it was 2011. i keep telling myself that i can do it. i can gth out of this bloody circles. i won't know if i didn't try. and since that, i learnt to put away all my freaking jarring and i'd be in sweats all day bcos i'm freaking nervous for my presentation. and i had this stutter habit when i start to speak and actually when i can't hack it bcos i've got bag of nerves *HELP 911* i felt like wanting to jump off a building or bury myself in the ground! *that's just some hyperbola for u to understand my situation in this sort of called nervousness* and i even cried on my first presentation. that's how i struggle. the struggle is real, guys. tough one ✊

that's the first point. and the second point is, about my face. referred to what adibah awang says in her post;

"why was this question even relevant? what does a face (my face) have to do with anything? i still get these kinds of comments and remarks about my face, being lifeless or uninterested and people would tell me that they had a hard time talking to me because i look a bit bitchy. but thats just my face. i was born with this face, the first thing my mother saw when she gave birth to me was probably the same face and i am beyond happy that she didnt give up on me simply because my face made her uncomfortable. and it's not like i don't smile at all. i do, and i get that it may be my fault for not smiling but the sad truth is, sometimes even when i am smiling (or when i think im smiling) its not a good enough smile. its more like a smirk, if you must."

*i felt like hugging her bcos she pour all of my thoughts into words* and seriously? i live with this face. it's not that i'm acting arrogant for u. i ain't got no time for that. for me to have this 'bitchy face' and i'm worst in being friendly makes my life even more miserable. how did i overcome that?

a lot of people have been asking me;
"u used to be a less talk child but now u r shining brighter than others. how u did it?"

easy, don't give up and try harder. i insouciant if people keep calling me a hypocrite for being friendly with stranger. seriously, tak tanya pun ok? and oh in school, i get involved with forums, nasyid, debates and all. theres one time when i was practicing with my forums team. and twas on the stage, and people was looking. i get nervous and forgot all my lines haha. but alhamdulillah, i made it the creme de la creme on the competition day and i didn't imagined that i'll be that fluent. and most importantly, i'm not stuttered at all. i may not be as fluent as our asian best debater, syed saddiq or as amazing as our sister from bachelor of laws UM, aisyah shakirah. but at least i tried. being a girl who have had social anxiety, i struggled a lot. i support all those readers who had a social anxiety disorder, to wake up and get ur ass off from ur safe zone.

that's for my 1 am thoughts. i'm not sure of how much of a help this post can be for u. but i hope that it does, in any way possible. have a nice day ahead!

love, dyfz.