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Monday, August 31, 2009

Happy Independence Day Malaysia!!

Nothing much I want to say about Malaysia Independence Day, because I had not so much knowledge about One Malaysia.
But the only things we had to take much attention is about never take the freedom we had right for granted, because it was not easy for our forefather to get the independence.
We should celebrate the Independence Day with more thankful not with the metal concert, clubbing or whatsoever. That’s all from me~~


♥ with love, fara ♥

Thursday, August 27, 2009


This week article I want to share a story on DR. MARWA ALSHERBINI…. i know most of you had heard about but I just want to share my readings, and thanks to Haidar my brother, who told me about this…

Let me break down this story to see if I have it right (if anything, for my own sanity).

A 31-year old, headscarf-wearing Egyptian Muslim woman, Marwa Al-Sherbini, who was about four months pregnant, takes her German neighbor to court for calling her a “terrorist”. Now, in the courtroom, the neighbor, Alex W., stabs her 18 times right in front of her 3-year old son.

Her husband, a research fellow, tries to come to her rescue and ends up not only getting stabbed as well by the attacker, but is actually mistaken for the attacker and shot by the security guard.

This case was so mind-baffling when I read it a few days ago and I still haven’t been able to wrap my mind around it. Many questions and thoughts have been floating around in my head, and I hate to admit it but the most pertinent one that rests right at the foreground of my brain is based on two words: 18 times.

I am not a forensic scientist but I’ve seen enough Hollywood movies to know that stabbing someone 18 times isn’t a task that you get done in 5 or 10 seconds unless you’re the cyborg or a robot sent from the future. 18 times.

How long did it take for people in the courtroom to realize this woman was being stabbed and that someone should do something about it?

18 times.

Seriously, try stabbing the wind 18 times right now as quickly as possible.

Go ahead.

I’ll wait.

See what I’m saying?

Oh, and add to that her husband getting stabbed three times by the same guy before the tragedy came to an end (with the husband being shot).

Now I know this is a question that might seem silly or even absurd in light of this event. I know a better debate is being framed elsewhere (thanks to Egyptian bloggers). I know that a great deal of the conversation that centers around this case has been with regards to the lack of western coverage (what did they expect?) and the outrage in Egypt (what did they expect?) and the outrage to come from the perhaps various parts of the Muslim world (what did they expect?) or the rising Islamophobia in the West (what did they expect?), but while all these conversations are valid and have their own time and context to consider, for some reason, I remain mesmerized by this number: 18.

18 times.

Strictly on a human level, how long does it take for someone to react. To move. To say “stop”. To say “enough”. Strictly on a human level. No religion. No gender. Just a human being watching one human being slaughtered by another.

How long does it take?

How does that number reach 18?

See, this is what’s been getting to me lately. In my head, this number, 18, rings incredibly significant. I recognize that there’s evil in this world, and that there always will be. There are breaking limits in this world and I recognize that too. There are numbers that weigh heavy on the human soul, and every one has one. It’s unmistakable. It’s undeniable. Often times we have absolutely no control over them and we relieve ourselves of any responsibilities. Like Tolstoy would put it, we pretend to simply be kings who are slaves to the whims of history. But often times, we do.

Often times, and not all the time, but some of the time, we do.

Often times these things happen right in front of us.

On our watch.

On our watch, these numbers take shape.

For Marwa Al-Sherbini that magical number was eighteen.

But what’s the body count in Iraq today?

What about the West Bank or Gaza?

What about in Darfur?

What’s their magic number? What’s their breaking limit?

At what point do we say “enough”?

More importantly.

At what point will we mean it?

♥ with love, fara ♥


Assalamualaikum sume…..

Sorry for not updating my blog for quite a long time… I’m quite busy with my assignments and club report…

After this my club would launching an official website for KOLEJ MARA SEREMBAN GUIDANCE CLUB.... as a club secretary I’m invited if anyone to contribute an article or any opinions about our current issue…

Sorry, for my last article for PPSMI….

It is not my intention to ban all the country side students but if we done some research there is also a rural area student succeed at the university even though their English is not so fluent but if we think deeply it all depends on the students attitude towards study…

I also ask my friends which come from rural area school in Felda, she said if we want to succeed, we must overcome any obstacles in front of us.. Don’t let the obstacles let us down…

Maybe not all can accept my opinions but as for me, to be succeed we must let the language to be the main obstacles but we must overcome it to be a better person in the future… this is my last thread about PPSMI… after this if anyone wants to give their opinion and critic my article all are invited and hope there is a debate on this…..

Thank 4 all the opinions from the viewers also… =)
♥ with love, fara ♥