<!-- Begin #main - Contains main-column blog content --> <div id="main"><div id="main2"> <h1 id="blog-mobile-title"> <a href="http://slvercussionistic.blogspot.com/"> You got the music in you! </a> </h1> <p id="description-mobile"></p> <h2 class="date-header">Friday, February 23, 2007</h2> <!-- Begin .post --> <div class="post"><a name="4084562948394298346"></a> <h3 class="post-title"> Theres Still Hope My friend </h3> <div class="post-body"> <p> <div style="clear:both;"></div>I feel very sad now. Just got back from Religious Class and had supper with Ustaz and a few others. Sumptuous indeed, not until the walk back home.<br /><br />The one whom I walked home with had some grievances he had kept inside all these while. Spurts of angry here and there, but none really knew how stressed up he is.<br /><br />I knew. All these while, I knew.<br /><br />Call me a wuss (pronounced wuu-es a.k.a soft hearted), but really, I couldn’t’ bear him out of the organization. Such great changes have been made since his silent but resounding arrival, not really a pillar of strength but perhaps, a pivot for change.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Flashback</span><br /><br />I didn’t really believe he could do the job. Still new. He doesn’t know what’s coming at him. But still I knew there was something about him, and so I kept faith, for the better of the boys, and probably the girls as well.<br /><br />Our meet was rather destined I presume. At the inaugural mosque conference, we shared our thoughts. Oh how similar they were. Then, I was still receptive towards his objectives, his purpose here. But then again, I kept faith. Because I knew that here’s someone with a huge promise.<br /><br />Who am I to judge someone who has greater knowledge than me, far of better in faith and experience? For that, I answer to myself.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">An unlikely Duo</span><br /><br />He taught me a lot of things in a whole new way. I in return showed him what little I knew about what he is facing. He shoes great grit. A wonderful lad he is.<br /><br />So many of them come and go, none really fulfilling their primary goal.<br />Maybe life is not about fulfilling those goals. It’s the process of fulfillment that matters. Yet, he surpassed them all. In a rather short time too.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pressure</span><br /><br />But slowly, surely, I knew it would creep on him soon. The horror of it all. Just as I knew that it would come slowly, crawling to him. Putting it off is not the answer, as he had just learned. Oh I hate those crunch time. The killer time, aptly named perhaps.<br /><br />I blame the society and their old and very wrong perception. Here we are, trying to establish an institution, a radical change perhaps, but look at the world now, is it staying the same as you would like it too?<br /><br />Change IS necessary. It’s not a burden, but a phase.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tak leh Maju beb</span><br /><br />If you don’t wanna change, then why stop others from doing for the better good?<br />You people are scared perhaps? Come on! That’s why our community that we so dearly hold, with all the traditions and customs, won’t excel. It’s a revolution of the times. A silent one, you don’t see it, you feel it. I guess that’s what scares you off ain’t it?<br /><br /><br />This is the period where all have faltered. Because one thing they don’t have is grit.<br />But you do. You have an open mind, and that is one thing you have that favors those you have met. Like I said, it’s a revolution, a silent one.<br /><br />You’re not Lenin. Because you don’t lead with an iron fist.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">“With great power, comes greater responsibility”</span> – Aptly phrased for you.<br />You have the power. Use it wisely.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Enough Said</span><br /><br />I make my feelings known. I feel very sad after what you said. Because all these while, I’ve seen success after success. None many I’ve seen before. I want more of it. The change in people, once seen as degratory, spiteful even, you’ve changed them.<br /><br />I agree. It’s hard just to look at the positives of it all, when that niggling pressure keeps creeping you at the back. We can’t do much, but we CAN keep the pressure on the pressure itself. Get me?<br /><br />Until they’ve listened and understand our situation, I hope you prevail. Because I don’t think that there is anyone more aptly suitable for this job other than you.<br /><br />This freaking me out as much as it will freak you out when you read this. But that’s the sentiment. Of me, and a few others who are touched by your actions.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Last words</span><br /><br />See. I don’t mind it at all if you decide to leave. Cos its your decision and I deeply pray that it would be better off if you’re gone. Thing is, I don’t think it would be.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >Stay. Not because I want you to. But because I need you to.</span><div style="clear:both; padding-bottom:0.25em"></div> </p> </div> <p class="post-footer"> <em>signed, sealed and delivered by Nur Abdul Karim @ <a href="http://slvercussionistic.blogspot.com/2007/02/theres-still-hope-my-friend.html" title="permanent link">11:48 PM</a></em> <span class="item-control blog-admin pid-1381892679"><a style="border:none;" href="https://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=32240216&postID=4084562948394298346&from=pencil" title="Edit Post"><img class="icon-action" alt="" src="https://resources.blogblog.com/img/icon18_edit_allbkg.gif" height="18" width="18"></a></span> </p> </div> <!-- End .post --> <!-- Begin #comments --> <div id="comments"> <a name="comments"></a> <h4>0 Comments:</h4> <dl id="comments-block"> </dl> <p class="comment-timestamp"> <a class="comment-link" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/32240216/4084562948394298346">Post a Comment</a> </p> <p class="comment-timestamp"> <a href="http://slvercussionistic.blogspot.com/"><< Home</a> </p> </div> <!-- End #comments --> </div></div> <!-- End #main -->
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