Friday, November 28, 2008

A Thousand Splendid Suns

Khaled Hosseini did wonders, yet again. After Syu introduced me to his first book, The Kite Runner, I fell in love instantly. It was by far (at the time) one of the best fictions I have ever read. It is hard for me to re-read the book because everytime I opened the book, I was drowned in Amir's guilt and it hurts so much that it makes me nauseous. Seriously. There is a little of Afghanistan culture mentioned, since the story was set in Kabul. Still, the story is mostly about making amends.

When I saw his second book, A Thousand Splendid Suns, on the top shelf in Popular Bookstore in Mesra Mall, I was very skeptical. It is very common that many authors did their best job in their first book but fails to do the same in the second. There I was, in the bookstore, holding the book feeling skeptical despite the many good reviews and compliments on the cover. I bought it still. I mean, it maybe not as good as the first one but it couldn't be that bad, isn't it?

Oh, how wrong I was. A Thousand Splendid Suns is every emotion put into one story. It was incredible, an amazing read. Two women, two generations, both were brought up differently, brought together by fate. Mariam, who forever let people choose for her, found herself making decision when she meets Laila. Laila, whose dreams shatters at a sound of a whistle and is now forced to abide to other's decision. 

From Herat to Kabul, my heart jumps and stops in every twist of events. I wept at little Mariam's despair and I smiled at Laila's love story. I cringed at Rasheed's name and hoped at Tariq's. Taliban, Afghanistan, war, love, hate, despair, all blend together in this gripping story.

I guess women would connect more to this book because in this life, you are either a Mariam or a Laila. Given that situation, who would you become? There's nothing wrong with either because both are brave in their own way. As for me, I am more drawn to Mariam's character. Not that I can relate to her. In fact on the contrary. Mariam is everything that I am not. It would require a different level of bravery when you voluntarily walk to your own death for other people's sake. 

All in all, I love this book. Khaled Hosseini mentioned that the title was a part of a 17th century poem called Kabul by a Persian poet Saib-e-Tabrizi. It was translated into English by Josphine Davis. Although, it is not a literal translation, but it has been generally accepted. 

Kabul Ah! How beautiful is Kabul encircled by her arid mountains
And Rose, of the trails of thorns she envies
Her gusts of powdered soil, slightly sting my eyes
But I love her, for knowing and loving are born of this same dust
My song exhalts her dazzling tulips
And at the beauty of her trees, I blush
How sparkling the water flows from Pul-I Bastaan!
May Allah protect such beauty from the evil eye of man!
Khizr chose the path to Kabul in order to reach Paradise
For her mountains brought him close to the delights of heaven
From the fort with sprawling walls, A Dragon of protection
Each stone is there more precious than the treasure of Shayagan
Every street of Kabul is enthralling to the eye
Through the bazaars, caravans of Egypt pass
One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs
And the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls
Her laughter of mornings has the gaiety of flowers
Her nights of darkness, the reflections of lustrous hair
Her melodious nightingales, with passion sing their songs
Ardent tunes, as leaves enflamed, cascading from their throats
And I, I sing in the gardens of Jahanara, of Sharbara
And even the trumpets of heaven envy their green pastures

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Tak Puas Hati

Hehe due to the response (2 je respons sebenarnya) of my wallet size, I decided to clear things up. Hence, the picture of my wallet. It is not big.

See the pen, the book and the receipts?

It's no bigger than any other lady's, certainly just a tad bigger than the standard size stapler.

And definitely not 6"

Hehe.. so my babes Sheila and Ainur, it is not a big wallet. Stained though, hehe. Really need to get a new one. Ana, if you are reading this, any chance you can buy me one (like this preferably) dekat outlet kat sana?

p/s I am certainly bored to death. Ergo, taking the pictures of my own wallet..

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Got tagged..

By Lina Ideris

5 things in my bag
  1. Wallet
  2. Handphone
  3. Keys - House, car
  4. Vitamins
  5. Passport

5 things in my wallet
  1. Cash
  2. All kind of cards (debit, credit, Insurance, ID, License, Stores, Members)
  3. Ballpoint pen
  4. ASB Book
  5. Receipts and vouchers

5 favourite things in bedroom
  1. Bed
  2. Laptop
  3. Pillows
  4. Make ups
  5. Books and books and books and books

5 things I want to do
  1. Have my own business and enjoy every drop of sweats.
  2. To learn whatever I feel like learning i.e dances, horseback riding, French, learn how machine works, study culture, DBMS, scriptwriting, photography and the list goes on. The world is a rich place and I am a hungry traveler.
  3. To get married and have lots of children who will be contributing in making the world a better place and jihad in their own way, be it a doctor, a teacher, a businessman. Insyaallah.
  4. Travel the world and especially make long, frequent stops for hajj in Mecca.
  5. To make my own movie.

5 things I frequently do
  1. Read
  2. Watch TV
  3. Cook and eat
  4. Surfing the net
  5. Talking to my friends.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Past Mistakes

Dwells in the dark
far back corner
slowly lurking into sight
waiting anxiously to come out
and say ah ha!

Sit still.
I am shoving you back.
Let me be happy.

Sunday, November 02, 2008

Our Story

 I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are.

 It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end.

 Because how could the end be happy?

How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? 

But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. 

Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something. Even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now.

Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.

Frodo: What are we holding on to, Sam?

That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it's worth fighting for.

                                                                          ~Frodo Baggins & Samwise Gamgee, LOTR

No one can put it better than the wise Samwise Gangee. Although this is not my word, I want to give it a tribute to you: who stays with me through the darkness, to you: who wanders in the fog long enough, to you: whose faith is slowly fading, to you: who are looking for answers..

That is what I am holding on and should you too. This shadow, it’s only a passing thing.. only a passing thing.. The sun shall shine, soon..

This will be our story..