So alhamdulillah, few months have passed since I got to Sydney and these days, time really flies. I wouldn't say it felt like only yesterday that I was filling in forms for MARA scholarship contract, (because back then, everything took forever), but ever since this life as a medical student started, things have quite gone quite fast-paced. Like, suddenly it has been one semester. And suddenly, exam, then the winter break. Then Ramadhan.
Medic is..good. I mean, I didn't realize that it would be this okay. I've heard so many bad remarks about it that I've hated the course throughout SPM. And then throughout IB.
And comes degree, I'm just like 'yeah- lets just do this since a million girls would kill for that scholarship and who am I to complain; plus this is what Dad wants yada yada.. (so not the attitude you should have upon entering a degree that will take almost 2/3 of your youth , ok, people).
But I have to say this. Things have been fab. Far from the dark dungeon sorta life I thought I'd be leading. Probably because UNSW encourages clinical practice since first year. In fact, in the 8th week after the first semester commences. So, going to the hospital once every fortnight and actually making use of the things we learn in class- that kinda helps in restoring my interest in this course.
And yeah, Medicine is hard. But do-able. And everything sorta links. And if you get sick, at least some things make sense LOL. I still have the urge to drop-out every now and then, though. Joking.
Anyway, I came across the guy up there in the picture; Kamal Saleh, years ago. It was either some video on facebook or some video they showed during USRAH UMUM (But as usual, I've never really bothered to look him up. I don't know....nothing really matters to me then except for studying (shame, shame).
But anyway, it's spoken word poetry.
And unlike Amal Ahmed Albaz (whom I also admired), Kamal Saleh's approach is more emotional. His words go deep, deep, deep in your soul. He uses simple vocabs and you'd think you'd be needing some pause-for-effect moment to comprehend the messages he's slamming to you, but no, really. I don't know, there's just something about poetry that allows you to be moved, reflect and think all at the same time. Probably coz it's like listening to a song. hmmm.
He's in his early 20's and studies Law and Media at Macquarie Uni, Sydney. (OMG FOR 5 SEC)
I have this habit whenever I hear about someone so inspiring that turns out to be around my age. I'd go '-and what have I done again for this ummah? Oh yea. I'm battling hard ....to finish some online tv-series. haha. <hopefully not for long though, that'll be a sad 'story of my life', one i wouldn't like flashing before my eyes on my death bed and plus, on judgement day. naudzubillah>
His videos are uploaded on youtube, by the Youtube name LEBO2196.
And among my favourite is the one I've attatched below. And there's another one about Prophet Muhammad that moved Yasmin Mogahed to tears.
(I tell you his words+ emotions are a perfect combo)
His twitter account is here>> @KamalSaleh_
Here's a website that compiles his video and there's a link to download the mp3 version>
it automatically converts it for you.
(so, you can put it in your iPOD like me eehehehe)
Here's the lyrics I found from this website (thank you MR.X); may Allah bless. Enjoy =)
Ohh. And have a blessed Ramadhan.
What are we doing here? And where are we
gonna’ go?
It’s like we just woke up one morning,
And then it was, "Welcome to the
show."
Don’t ask any question, just go with the
flow,
make as much money as you can and try your
best not to get broke.
Copy everything you see on the TV from the
hairstyle to the clothes,
And don’t think too often, just do exactly
as you’re told.
And If you get confused, just turn towards
the alcohol.
You still hear your thoughts? Then just turn
up the radio,
As you learn to live a lifestyle of drugs,
sex and rock and roll.
But, in all honesty, I just need to know:
Is there more to cycle than growing and
getting old?
Living and dying just to leave behind a
happy home,
And a whole lot of property that someone
else is going to own?
I just really need to know before the
caskets close,
Because I’m not willing to gamble with my
soul,
Nor am I ready to take any chances.
These are just simple life questions
And I’m just searching for some answers,
Like, “What are we doing here?” and, “what
is our purpose?”
“How did we get here?” and, “Who made us so
perfect?”
And, “What happens when we go?” or, “Is this
world all really worth it?”
Questions we don’t answer because apparently
we don’t really have to.
There’s no purpose to this life and our
existence is merely natural.
Then in that case please let me ask you,
Did you create yourself or is it someone
else who had fashioned you?
Cause you’re a being that is impeccable,
faultless, and unparalleled,
You’re a product of supreme intelligence and
I’m merely being rational.
For there isn’t a camera on this earth that
come close to the human eye,
Nor a computer than can compete along the
human mind.
And if the whole world was to come together,
We wouldn’t be able to create a single fly.
So many signs, yet we still deny.
Science tries to justify that all this could
come from none,
When it’s a simple sum:
zero plus zero plus zero cannot possibly
ever give you one.
So from where did all this order come?
For everything has its origins, a maker, a
creator of its own,
I mean, the only reason you’re watching this
video
Is because somebody had to press upload.
So we can believe in the Big Bang,
But I’d rather believe in He who caused it
to explode.
Allah, the Creator of everything along with
every single soul.
The Ever-living, the Master, the only One
who is in control.
Unlike his creations, beyond our
imaginations,
And, no, he’s not a man, nor does he have
any part in His association.
He’s on His own. And, no, He did not ever
leave us alone.
Just like every manufacturer, he left us
with an instruction manual.
The Quran and Islam, and I’m sorry to jump
to conclusions,
But it’s the only one possible solution.
The only definition of God is the One and
Only, supreme being, it’s logical.
A Book with zero contradictions,
With miracles that are both scientific and
historical,
All revealed over 1400 years ago.
Like the detailed description of the human
embryo;
To the mountains as pegs holding firm the
earth below,
And the two seas that don’t mix in a
complete separate flow;
To the planets in orbit, alternating night
and day as they stay in flow.
The expansion of the universe and the
creation of everything, from H2O
to the stories of the past and the
preservation of Pharoah;
To identifying the lowest point in the land
where Persia defeated Rome;
The gushing fluid that created man in the
glands
Between the ribs and the backbone.
And, not a word has changed, it’s still the
same,
So please explain how all this was known,
over 1400 years ago,
To a man who couldn’t read or write
As he would recite whatever the angels
spoke.
And if you still don’t believe,
Please try to come up with something that’s
even close.
But you can’t, so we took God as a mockery,
and his messages as a joke.
Dismiss descriptions as legends and tales of
the ancient folk,
As we live life according to our whims,
desires and hopes.
Saying this life is the only home we will
ever know,
We will live then die then simply turn to
bone:
Yo, Lo, Correction. After the grass dies,
the rain arrives and it re-grows,
And Allah promises to do the same thing to
your very soul,
And bring you back from your very fingertips
to your toes.
As the all-seeing, Supreme Being, He watches
us so close,
And we are surely being tested, in our
wealth, our health, and our self,
And everything that we’ve been blessed with.
So believe, for we will surely be
resurrected,
And be brought back to our Lord and account
for every single deed,
As He hands us our books and orders us to
read.
From the bad to the good and everything in
between,
You yourself are sufficient for your own
accountability,
so don’t be mad at me, you were the one who
thought,
“He wouldn’t come back to me.”
I gave you a whole life long to search after
me.
But you were busy in all that which was
temporary,
So, read! And glad tidings to all those who
believed.
And if you disbelieve, Read!
And don’t let that day be the first day
You find out what your life really means.
Read!
