<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><rss xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><title>The Part of His</title><description>perjalanan menjadi insan.</description><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</managingEditor><pubDate>Sat, 7 Sep 2024 07:40:04 +0800</pubDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">168</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link>http://thepartofhis.blogspot.com/</link><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>perjalanan menjadi insan.</itunes:subtitle><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><item><title>It Is All In The Parents</title><link>http://thepartofhis.blogspot.com/2013/12/it-is-all-in-parents.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Tue, 24 Dec 2013 05:31:00 +0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393175517423517211.post-3940653971693101362</guid><description>
Marriage
is no play. It must be planned. We cannot go through it, and follow the flow.
Especially when the children come. We must also plan for their development.
Their education. Their deen, especially. Often, most fathers, most mothers miss
this. When it comes to education, all they think of was school, textbooks,
Fardu Ain, and such. No! That was not all. Education is not limited to those
</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title>Pohon.</title><link>http://thepartofhis.blogspot.com/2013/05/pohon.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Thu, 23 May 2013 09:37:00 +0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393175517423517211.post-9168504301218176826</guid><description>Rancak. Mulutnya tak putus berkata-kata. Faiz senyum, terkebil-kebil, membuka mulut hanya tatkala perlu. Atau bila dah bosan mendengar celoteh panjangnya yang entah bila akan berhenti. Layan sajalah!

Macam-macam topik diredahnya. Dari kekosongan tempat, hinggalah ke tarikh lahir, anak-anak, dan entah apa macam lagi. Petah. Memang suka bercakap. Sekali-sekala perbualan diganggu panggilan telefon </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4CbCpmVbkKIkMcYzgaeUYrOvJ732NL4lNIMn-sOiUnZiM3WaGqYD1NBBQD9C-INh2Zuy7I92_7HIyP_vr3Tt8R8VQJ56OIIwWoBjEz7ex7Z4v5zscigQRJU85gJjyXezJHgCrdo__A44/s72-c/emptiness_by_alokbarso-d4y6vye.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Gantung.</title><link>http://thepartofhis.blogspot.com/2013/04/gantung.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Tue, 23 Apr 2013 01:50:00 +0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393175517423517211.post-5472929952679957689</guid><description>Dia punya jiwa kedua, tempat berkongsi rasa. Pahit, manis. Derita, bahagia. Terkadang, kau iri. Bagaimana mereka boleh begitu. Sedang kau, tiada siapa.

Semua dipendam sendiri. Kelat, pedih, telankan saja. Tahan selagi mampu. Sombongkan diri dari meminjam tangan insan lain? Egokah itu? Sedang kau cuma mahu berdikari, jauh sekali menyusahkan lain insani. Buat apa kacau mereka? Buang cemburu itu </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>499 Hari</title><link>http://thepartofhis.blogspot.com/2013/04/499-hari.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Sat, 13 Apr 2013 18:49:00 +0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393175517423517211.post-6368764057587419426</guid><description>499 hari telah berlalu.

Hari-hari yang bisu.

Bisu dari kata-kata, bisu dari coretan rasa.

Lalu hari ini aku kembali.

Ya.

Kembali.

Pulang ke teratak lama ini.

Yang penuh dengan cerita dulu.

Aku menulis lagi, mungkin.

Siapa tahu?

Biiznillah.

Hari ini Sabtu. Alhamdulillah. Aku hidup lagi.</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title>Peeking</title><link>http://thepartofhis.blogspot.com/2011/12/peeking.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Thu, 1 Dec 2011 23:00:00 +0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393175517423517211.post-536039771593716523</guid><description>Hello. Sorry for the hiatus. I've been busy with stuffs (though this is only recently applicable).

It's been quite a time since I last created something using Macromedia Flash. (I don't use Adobe Flash) Well, here is one.




View it here. (Do play flash full screen)


Kthxbye.

</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVbJX3aqeOGYOLq1PXwLoO3y_zr4wt0LfssDOYpLlUqP1NJZ5OB21puXBPYB8OaiNFcT12qUId1907UeGh-_c_Of7WZ8VkNI0nAd80Tp6yAZcvJQfFbn-QQ8ZNChWSau90kfQqQuHGh4g/s72-c/pen.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title>Okay...</title><link>http://thepartofhis.blogspot.com/2011/08/okay.html</link><category>Mind's Talking</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Sun, 28 Aug 2011 07:16:00 +0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393175517423517211.post-6472541161009676938</guid><description>
Okay... This is so true. And how is it going to happen...</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK-e3qDiZ5IWkQcxPr4UToO_r0hO99nPuuQm_vw04bwtho8AXIypGUCN491YstR8k96O6xoKPaqEJEsycT8GNaB8HJvmg_JuKrGzOpRA9LrctIIV1LOp9xHJ5A4TmTt3h6U4cEicXJeT4/s72-c/beAman.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>Marhaban ya Ramadhan</title><link>http://thepartofhis.blogspot.com/2011/08/marhaban-ya-ramadhan.html</link><category>CFS IIUM</category><category>Islam</category><category>Mind's Talking</category><category>Song</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Sun, 7 Aug 2011 15:50:00 +0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393175517423517211.post-5606408852488300510</guid><description>Dari Abu Hurairah, Rasulullah shallallahu ‘alaihi wa sallam bersabda..

كُلُّ عَمَلِ ابْنِ آدَمَ يُضَاعَفُ الْحَسَنَةُ عَشْرُ أَمْثَالِهَا إِلَى سَبْعِمِائَةِ ضِعْفٍ قَالَ اللَّهُ عَزَّ وَجَلَّ إِلاَّ الصَّوْمَ فَإِنَّهُ لِى وَأَنَا أَجْزِى بِهِ يَدَعُ شَهْوَتَهُ وَطَعَامَهُ مِنْ أَجْلِى لِلصَّائِمِ فَرْحَتَانِ فَرْحَةٌ عِنْدَ فِطْرِهِ وَفَرْحَةٌ عِنْدَ لِقَاءِ رَبِّهِ. وَلَخُلُوفُ فِيهِ أَطْيَبُ</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/kZyaX2oLvCM/default.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>"Tak Nak Puasa Esok"</title><link>http://thepartofhis.blogspot.com/2011/07/tak-nak-puasa-esok.html</link><category>Islam</category><category>Mind's Talking</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Sun, 31 Jul 2011 19:06:00 +0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393175517423517211.post-8674302728240211989</guid><description>

via tumblr

"Ummi. Nana tak nak puasa esok." Kedengaran suara cilik di tepi telinga. Pantas dia berpaling mencari punca.

"Ah!" Hidungnya terlanggar hidung kecil di sebelah. "Nana!"

Ketawa Nana pecah terus, tergolek-golek dia di atas sofa tu kena geletek dek Ummi.

"Ummi! Tak nak dah! Tak nak dah!" Nana menuturkan dalam tawa. Umi ni kan. Hee!

"Okay, okay." Jemarinya berhenti di pinggang anak </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjDO3CjG7SihdcAJsDqigqs6MfWNcwCF0GgpPUT7QfFF2v5xtaAi6Ox8WsiaL-SM2mx0hyphenhyphenEzCMcOkUuPcaTRcbGyTg5OTOccGXLQs6qTPyG5WvUc1uzxgCkAvFfPh0gsgf8m8zCGnNKh0/s72-c/tumblr_lfddzcDN0b1qf2ki2o1_400.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Pintu Taufik Untuknya</title><link>http://thepartofhis.blogspot.com/2011/07/pintu-taufik-untuknya.html</link><category>CFS IIUM</category><category>Islam</category><category>Merdeka</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Sun, 31 Jul 2011 11:07:00 +0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393175517423517211.post-5192926057766509739</guid><description>Alhamdulillah!
Tu je yang mampu diungkapkan saat melangkah keluar dari Annex 201. Midterm exam semester 2011/2012 dah berakhir. Lega!
"Faiz!" Irham menerpa dari belakang, merangkul bahunya. "Apasal paper BTQ tadi mudah sangat?" Berseri-seri muka menuturkan. Senyum pun aci sikit je lagi nak sampai telinga. Merdeka!
"Err..Entahlah" Faiz menjawab acuh tak acuh, tak berani nak cakap lebih. Memang la </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUMWU_lfL4E8yOI5xjp8NgefstXUIoZnz2nEvXAn43zGPpncFYzWLxDL5SRI-JdoV1NuKzOBvQEg6L-lh75gIAXCrOiu1TJpc78hCooDUjM4VtzIrGYYmuRkovBNtWboXG8CUoGGke4wU/s72-c/tumblr_ldj38ePybt1qe7se3o1_400.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title>GAGAL</title><link>http://thepartofhis.blogspot.com/2011/07/gagal.html</link><category>CFS IIUM</category><category>Mind's Talking</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Sat, 9 Jul 2011 09:34:00 +0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393175517423517211.post-6557157682684281846</guid><description>Assalamualaikum waramatullahi wabarakatuh.

Dan GAGAL. Ya, dengan huruf besar. Maaf untuk buat diri sendiri, buat blog sendiri, anak, cucu, cicit, ciak dan generasi seterusnya serta rakan-rakan pembaca sekalian kerana diri ini ialah blogger yang gagal setelah sekian lama.Setelah beberapa purnama berlalu.

Mood menaip datang ada waktu dan ketikanya. Mungkin sama macam iman. Bila iman dah turun, </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2Zq6S2kulpdXBf-WDh1t6FnwzGLRbCdElX3AHejqg0ZkO7EmGD30QWwjW7V0YpFe3hC-SK4Eb5hkBu1fhwarZkSUWYf4iLXCpLwXF3cTt7Vq1QrIW1hnthBhP0CvXjRvlOon2Cgwxt0Q/s72-c/fel.png" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title>Mengintai.</title><link>http://thepartofhis.blogspot.com/2011/05/mengintai.html</link><category>Drawing</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Mon, 9 May 2011 12:39:00 +0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393175517423517211.post-4736024368690698107</guid><description>"Busy la bro. Exam dah dekat der."

"Hekeleh. Busy la sangat. Exam, tak exam pun, sama je. Bukan boleh nak percaya kau ni."

"Busted!"</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFJhah00kqWV-UvAOb4PdeLkPnRLa0orMmAb_qJ6YlgCkt8qQidVL3voktnHZCtYQDYh0X7SMiq2vYdhi7NupHDbHszJIhQbmrFZFOctGGHWjg9-EXb9m7SRckGPfX5wtEQ8gGBuYVrE8/s72-c/attempt1.png" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>"Kau Dengar Tak?"</title><link>http://thepartofhis.blogspot.com/2011/04/kau-dengar-tak.html</link><category>CFS IIUM</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Wed, 6 Apr 2011 19:30:00 +0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393175517423517211.post-4527974017606633936</guid><description>Makin lama whiteboard di depan kelas makin penuh dengan nombor dan simbol berwarna biru. Tangan kanan pantas mencatit apa yang patut. Belajar Matematik pada waktu menjelang senja begini tak best. Memang tak best.

Tangan kanan aku mula lenguh. Mata pula terpandang sekilas satu halaman yang terbiar kosong, terskip dek terlalu asyik menulis. Ah, biarlah. Boleh buat conteng-conteng apa yang patut.

</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1k8_MyMi9-md7ViwKBTpVn3heijQKjVUiFTTuYCgMHBYzADV8g5TXLIfnAWrBh5hBnys_4dmDoaQnMMEVLiKa5z3bqPY8AYoko0NbBiXOqbYKsiaZvJtqPdaiLsjnUHkrJHC-R1HZ0kY/s72-c/Kamen_Rider_Ryuki__Knight_by_Foodtrip.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><title>Nasib Pintu Si Tak Bertulang</title><link>http://thepartofhis.blogspot.com/2011/04/nasib-pintu-si-tak-bertulang.html</link><category>Mind's Talking</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Wed, 6 Apr 2011 09:02:00 +0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393175517423517211.post-1743216776564965101</guid><description>Ah, sudah pintu si tak bertulang kini merekah semakin hari semakin pecah sesekali diiringi tangisan darah 
Ah, sudah sesekali pedihnya terasa memanah namun sakitnya itu tiada yang endah semakin hari semakin punah adakah penawar yang mampu merubah? 


Gambar ehsan loveisforeverandever
</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJuKpxus3pVR5-Ood-0uCipvf4OcUiTamVncDGszVGQswCYE4lnScdP3UWwpeAfN-DrRg-woBtEGefWUqR_qsng8vGLSeRTD8SCp1XVQ0VL4WFRx3U8qYDY0inA8RN-L1cpS7YJZ3xxNo/s72-c/Starvation_by_loveisforeverandever.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>Tangislah Diri Untuk Bidadari. Tangislah Seorang Suami.</title><link>http://thepartofhis.blogspot.com/2011/04/tangislah-diri-untuk-bidadari-tangislah.html</link><category>Islam</category><category>Mind's Talking</category><category>Song</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Sat, 2 Apr 2011 18:36:00 +0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393175517423517211.post-5019117743432942400</guid><description>Pembaca disarankan skrol ke pengakhiran entri dan memainkan lagu yang dikepilkan sebelum meneruskan bacaan.
***"Anakanda ni dah gatal nak kahwin sangat ke? Kemain lagi nampak." Bonda membuka bicara pada suatu petang yang bening. Kahwin?

Sah! Mesti wall Facebookku sudah dilihat. Aku tersengih. "Ish, apa pula bonda ni. Tak adalah pun bonda."

"Tak ada? Ha. Eloklah tu. Belajar tu biar sampai habis </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcbqaXyuG4ViyN_acpoAQ2gjYJQmVwMaWsDlrG8LF2SQUqCwklWgcqtsXt5cWJ5NBS7-pgALEzVZvA7jcoSH7_sSPMU4uxcD2mDlh8itvRqbMAjqjqINBdPgRY3UHsOah8LR8o0f0Rspc/s72-c/Dilla_6_by_agmnhob.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></item><item><title>Suatu Masa Dulu</title><link>http://thepartofhis.blogspot.com/2011/03/suatu-masa-dulu.html</link><category>Mind's Talking</category><category>MPC</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Thu, 10 Mar 2011 00:47:00 +0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393175517423517211.post-6546097859133322521</guid><description>Assalamualaikum. Heya folks. I haven't been writing these few days, yes, I know. Entahlah mengapa. Malas? Mungkin. And I won't write much either for now. But I found something tonight. Lepas godek-godek folder lama pasal layan lagu nasyid yang entah macam mana pusing stesen otak pergi layan channel sentimental sikit malam ni.
Konon lukis komik nak hantar kat AJK Redaksi nak bagi masuk majalah </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2cQFc3vUUE5_ds9CAZWGHEZsnsN63YXZ3FU8b8DYQORja-LexzPAJhPZ6dI2LNIeCjU-FBfHHIxBMut2ly9CB5Vmua-3M7V4_YZ55M4_xJgQz5uQZKyPoPa2pbybXSAw1VTo58Z8e7EM/s72-c/Komik+2.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title>"Kitorang Tak Buat Apa-apa Pun"</title><link>http://thepartofhis.blogspot.com/2011/03/kitorang-tak-buat-apa-apa-pun.html</link><category>CFS IIUM</category><category>Islam</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Sat, 5 Mar 2011 10:05:00 +0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393175517423517211.post-624774518137021870</guid><description>Pap! Nyamuk di lengannya ditampar laju. Mati sang nyamuk serta-merta di tempat kejadian tanpa sempat mengucap. Banyak nyamuklah pulak kat luar ni. Nak tunggu kat dalam kelas sejuk sangat pulak aircondnya. Kelas-kelas kat blok E memang boleh buat orang jadi ice statue. Sejuk terlampau! Dipandangnya sekilas jam di tangan. Sudah pukul 9.15 malam, 15 minit lewat tapi bayang-bayang Madam Hajar belum </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigVeJs02b60F5ZpPFPsS3reBNAdsFaqAe6FKNp2WbV8OfpDep0YV-d5g9UKrdARzei6ilvY_1h5c74VaZXvaEkP3_TpotJajtOgeRiJHuYT4XV_92xDO8uK6El51YejRIcEHuKrVakvpg/s72-c/Alley_by_lespaul950.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></item><item><title>Tok Su #1 : Perkongsian</title><link>http://thepartofhis.blogspot.com/2011/03/tok-su-1-perkongsian.html</link><category>CFS IIUM</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Thu, 3 Mar 2011 11:13:00 +0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393175517423517211.post-8133198317394074483</guid><description>"Tambahlah lagi mee goreng tu Fitri, Farhan. Banyak lagi tu." Tok Su menyuruh lembut.

Farhan mengangguk. Tangannya berulang-alik dari pinggan ke mulut. Perut pun masih terkejut kerana tiba-tiba diisi usai saja tiba di rumah Tok Su. Bukan Tok Sunya, Tok Su Fitri. Tapi, ya lah, merangkap 'Tok Su'nya jugalah. Secara tak langsung. "Ni pun dah berapa kali tambah, Tok Su. Kenyang dah."

"Banyak sangat</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh5POUZC-SG5yWv9gr83pL-q_4W_pSYU1e5dBz_fC3ejIllnFqKIjGpwkKppY7il9rp-j1JJr5NLmDpGtwIzBnKrofpWSZaYdl_THDLQg21oTSp1cA2sWttRCvACzzvnBdmjdPI8gId9U/s72-c/Street_Cafe_by_mariaxo.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>"Aku Nak Couple Boleh?"</title><link>http://thepartofhis.blogspot.com/2011/02/aku-nak-couple-boleh.html</link><category>CFS IIUM</category><category>Islam</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Mon, 28 Feb 2011 01:28:00 +0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393175517423517211.post-7753633296622988034</guid><description>***
"GOOOOLLLL!!! YEAAAHHHH!!!"
Sorakan yang bergema di padang CFS menggegar seluruh pelusuk malam itu apabila entah pasukan mana berjaya menembusi gawang lawan. Kuat dan nyaring sungguh. Entah berapa desibel, Fahri tak tahu. Namun, nasib baik frekuensinya tidaklah sehingga merobohkan bangunan Mahalah Umar al-Khattab dan Mahalah Khadijah yang berdekatan. Bola kembali disepak-sepak di tengah </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG-g5jnNiGqaNowXcawIDFrlC3QuqOsGImic59W9OfOa2YzDKbALf4J9vwS-X76u050fI3xXbM2AdvfWLqeG74-vTsgyVVAb3BKQPWrrVUnsdAYpwzz0JVn_0sYJG563pxbVbz8iilLLA/s72-c/youth_by_marielliott.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><title>Four Are Done And Weeks Are Waiting!</title><link>http://thepartofhis.blogspot.com/2011/02/four-done-and-weeks-waiting.html</link><category>CFS IIUM</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Sun, 27 Feb 2011 02:00:00 +0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393175517423517211.post-384550612567934908</guid><description>Assalamualaikum. Hey, how's it hang'n yo! (Did I greet just like Anwar Hadi yo? And, no, I'm not gonna write on vloggers. No matluthfi, no afiqsays, no charlieissocoollike, no smosh, no nigahiga, no davedays, no blah blah blah)

Yeah, what's up? It's been 7 days since the promised 20th February. Eheh. So, the examination's done, 2nd semester's done and I'm at home. Yeay! The first two days at </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVXz9VxGLDHeWzG0W5tcGemMBnLxA9YHCueP3JASDz0UjU-lrSffYl8mQfq2EmOaPVpJuAvESPna-73oIp710z6Rm08Kaps7XdhDC2e4P-PRb44pLCNbgtR3tvu1gMxfqxRubZxRueSek/s72-c/1.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><title>One Down. Three More To Go!</title><link>http://thepartofhis.blogspot.com/2011/02/one-down-three-more-to-go.html</link><category>CFS IIUM</category><category>Mind's Talking</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Mon, 14 Feb 2011 18:17:00 +0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393175517423517211.post-1487476798968387983</guid><description>"That is just all? Seriously, there's no question of Avataras? Not even Upanishads? Brahmanadas? Gurdwara? Dhamma? Sangha? Gosh!"

"Still, thankful enough for they were not in. I might no even be able to answer if they do. Thanks Allah!"

***

Yes, dear bloggie. Yes, I miss you too. You know that I don't deliberately leave you for days with no reason. Life got more hectic and packed. I love you, </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiSOncAvsebTECp4chwxL8K1uWK1J13nUKT1mIVRx0OtnVWgSRaIXZN-SaoUbB4FzapFdsNysr1_JcOcmdHDtEKv3ZsHQGvJcvJ6Z_Ua8eWeYdAlk_TpwHdtD2k0MCHMj2jqsuSidD-S0/s72-c/tumblr_lfw58b3VMZ1qfkbnwo1_500.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><title>Adik Bukannya Sengaja...</title><link>http://thepartofhis.blogspot.com/2011/02/adik-bukannya-sengaja.html</link><category>CFS IIUM</category><category>Mind's Talking</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Wed, 2 Feb 2011 22:59:00 +0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393175517423517211.post-6454352272321092344</guid><description>"Abang." Kedengaran suara ibu di hujung talian. Sayup-sayup. Mungkin sebab telefon. Ditekapkannya rapat-rapat ke telinga.

"Ye, ibu?"

"Abang tahu tak? Semalam Ina tak nak makan nasi." Ibu menyambung bicara.

Inani? Teringat pulak kat adik bongsunya itu. Kalau call je, lepas tanya satu, dua soalan, adik bongsunya tu pun tak nak cakap dah. Kejap je. Entah apa-apalah budak tu. Eheh. Kalau balik </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJdn2UBaBKDA8RdeMkMlNM72zRW0T8qxTHIFt42IuFpV3g7VjwVNOPEYk2op29-aMPslYxJgJILmB317-8VPESoNt69h_GspEtiAo2aAvUaj0HEYy_vOKCFGggKwx-ZWYiLzlC67plyL0/s72-c/tumblr_lfu0ziD1TA1qaogovo1_500.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><title>Suatu Pagi Yang Sungguh Nyaman</title><link>http://thepartofhis.blogspot.com/2011/02/suatu-pagi-yang-sungguh-nyaman.html</link><category>CFS IIUM</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Wed, 2 Feb 2011 09:58:00 +0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393175517423517211.post-5704926744236374603</guid><description>Kaki dihayunnya laju-laju mengambil langkah pulang ke mahallah dari Mahallah Aisyah. Rafiq yang masih lena ditinggalkan senyap-senyap. Sengaja, tak mahu menganggu tidurnya. Nak buat macam mana, dia stay up sampai dekat pukul 2 semalam semata-mata nak 'study Fizik untuk kuiz' pun dah rasa terseksa biji mata. Entahlah mengapa, waktu lain okey je. Si kawan tu pulak pi bantai online entah sampai </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Ia91S-GQr7-8ZRr8yhG8HfFDYfPwpx89-CO237H0vp7ZDKTRjx74stEjArwkZcUGOMXPXxo8PsZ4DBxiGLeLbcqB1T5tztdviiBP8XTSv45z4T2zwaY6gqnSB324aBROJP1f5fpCxVk/s72-c/tumblr_lfriqhpYLA1qgoofho1_400.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Suatu Pagi Di Kafe. Haru. Haru.</title><link>http://thepartofhis.blogspot.com/2011/01/suatu-pagi-di-kafe-haru-haru.html</link><category>CFS IIUM</category><category>Song</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Sun, 30 Jan 2011 01:11:00 +0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393175517423517211.post-1907999919054419678</guid><description>Pintu bilik dikuaknya laju-laju sehingga melanggar rak kasut. Bising. Sengaja, nak ganggu tidur teman-teman sebilik. Namun ketiga-tiganya tetap terus terlena. Dibiarkannya mereka dengan mimpi masing-masing. Dia mula mengorak langkah keluar. Ah, perut sudah mula berpancaragam!

Langkahnya terhenti seketika di hadapan kiosk yang berkunci. Tutup. Kiosk tutup masa ni. Aih, ke mana pulak la abang </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg-hs81uIscL5Yij9QdfIypMp7yu-RsCpwqdPQwKQ31LH8z1DNGukZcW5rb8UDfVTPQEPkwjQDHAWQoxrgZ5qJRsiG-M43ztFBaNsoYiwl8HcHNxByjJyggzNy4xOeApHoMbz6omP6V0E/s72-c/First_meal_after_coma_by_lotonero.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></item><item><title>Religious Tolerance Forum : Kenapa Agaknya Ya?</title><link>http://thepartofhis.blogspot.com/2011/01/religious-tolerance-forum-kenapa.html</link><category>CFS IIUM</category><category>Islam</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Sat, 29 Jan 2011 01:00:00 +0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393175517423517211.post-8157880207432708867</guid><description>Gamat di dalam Dewan Al-Malik Faisal belum lagi reda walaupun jam menunjukkan sudah hampir tengah malam. Sungguhpun demikian, Forum Toleransi Agama kian sampai ke penghujungnya. Kalau bukan sebab kehadiran diwajibkan kepada pelajar-pelajar yang mengambil subjek Religions In Malaysia pada semester ini, aku pun tak pasti adakah aku akan melangkahkan kaki ke dewan tersebut pada malam ini. InsyaALLAH</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDx3pvms0o4hJiVtGveC8_Xxq_9kGplfPbAyeElfBjbj-n07KEaZkJuF78FL1Izqp8ruOvKZSaWN4r38ANy0zLYH5M744AZKv19YfNdFQT3FPF5e9XYCqLKL02fOK89Z7FudPAXm-VrMk/s72-c/Teach_her_to_fly_by_IronKender.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><title>"Ustazah!!!"</title><link>http://thepartofhis.blogspot.com/2011/01/ustazah.html</link><category>Mind's Talking</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Thu, 27 Jan 2011 23:51:00 +0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1393175517423517211.post-757344584332594871</guid><description>Jam di dinding menunjukkan 12.20 tengah hari. Sesi pembelajaran dah lama berakhir. Suasana dalam kelas tu dah semakin suram. Yang tinggal pun dalam lima, enam kerat orang je. Budak-budak lain dah balik, rumah mereka dekat. Tu belum kira yang lari keluar melalui tingkap waktu kelas sebab mengamuk nak balik.Tingkap rendah, beranilah budak tu buat. Yang senasib dengan Zaki, terpaksalah tunggu papa </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqmcSeepYzYRboD6q6WKfry-Jtcv_gjyt8OyI7whfoVzdR-Tk8P2F_XrXlIX2M5TMbvYALTX_kUNu3nhWA8QBFu5bMdaVQbCL2p6G6RBYiWtvzetPXme3WAVYAMp9nzZyXNqbFNEheIKo/s72-c/Spirit_of_kids_by_Ciril.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>