>> Saturday, September 30, 2006

Magnect Effects on Phone

Does magnet have any effect on cellphones?

According to a source (an old friend doing E.E. research actually) which I found very reliable, if the magnet is powerful, then yes, some metal parts inside might be magnetized and this might alter the performance. Maybe the speaker or mic would malfunction or they might work better. But then again, since the magnetic field is not changing, no current will be induced, and for a nicely shielded circuitry inside the phone, a relatively small magnet would unlikely have any real effect on it. In fact, minuscule magnets are already part of speakers and mics, right?

What do you think? Any scientific/engineering proof or calculation?

Rewind, Play, and Fast Forward Your Life

It is always impossible to tell the level of impact you have on others. One smile. The moment you help someone. The moment you deny someone. The results you never planned. The outcome you never meant. Things you do or say now may have their way of coming around again after a year, 2 years, or 10 years later. Who knows?

Have you ever wished that you could go back a couple of years and re-live every thing again? Just to improve things around? But then the results would either remain the same or turn entirely bizarre that you wish you hadn't go back in the first place?

You can never go back in the first place anyway. That's the rule. While you're making your way through, pick up as many lessons as you can and learn from others mistakes as well. Then look ahead. As far as you can and as deep as you can. Imagine if you are about to do something now, is there anything that you would've done differently so that in the future you will not have the desire to go back again?

Even better, is there anything that you would've done differently today if you know that you are going to die tomorrow?

It is a super simulation come to think of it. By our own Creator. We are all being tried, given the circumstance and options at hand. We cannot deny or run away or hide. There is only one way and there is no other way but to deal with it.

As for me, I have made countless mistakes in the past. And I can't emphasize enough how sorry I am for all those. But I have also learned that being apologetically sorry don't cut it. We all have to reduce the same error we are doing now to zero and start making up for it. The first step in the right direction is to acknowledge the errors and begin mitigating. Another first step in the right direction is also this - we have to acknowledge the fact that we actually do make mistakes and sometimes, if not most of the time, we are totally oblivious to it.

Step back and think again. You might not be able to change the past, but you have the power to change what you are doing now. Stop what you think is hurting people. Stop what you think is harmful for your own self (working on it). Stop what you think is pushing other people away (ongoing). Stop what you think is hurting your loved ones.

Take care and good bye now. Not sure if we'd see each other again, but do say hi if you bump into me tomorrow. :) I don't bite.

>> Friday, September 29, 2006

Native Tongue

*(Sunday Kosmo! newspaper has arrived) in Terengganu dialect

All the same, "Muroh belake sining!" (all cheap over here).

From Bottom Up

First time reviewing something with the chairman. Very simple guy but sharp. Straight forward even. It's about the same issue that had made me came home late last week and this week. The sleepless nights. Distractions, I need.

>> Thursday, September 28, 2006

Integral Diagnosis

Prolonged cough. 2 weeks.

>> Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Trailing footsteps

It's hard not to check whether I'm following my dad's footsteps or not. I find myself peering at the yard sticks every now and then, more and more frequent as time passes by. Here is the verdict so far...

My dad and I went to the same secondary school, the same location, the same buildings, but different teachers. I started earlier at the age of 12.5 and he started later at the age of 15 something. I spent time there the longest of all batches, 5 years and extra since we started in early Dec 95 instead of Jan 96, while dad spent 4 years total, 2 of which in upper secondary and the other 2 in lower+upper six. My family visited almost every week, every week during my first and fifth year in fact, while dad had to leave everyone behind in T'ganu. I had had the luxury of today's infrastructure and lifestyle, whereas dad had had a tough time living with so very little and staying so far away from home. I've had a tough time bearing with today's surrounding gross ignorance and negligence, while he's had a better time then, I think, of the surrounding respect, accountability, and politeness. At least people then still respect the elderly. Today, may Lord have Mercy on the younger generation. All in all, he managed to become the headboy but I didn't. He's got his name on the board and I haven't. Everybody knows who Mat Zakaria is. Nobody knows who Ahmad Zidni was, is.

My dad achieved his Masters degree from the UK at the age of 25 and got married afterwards. I know I wouldn't be able to follow the former, because of my bond and lower IQ, but perhaps I can try and at least follow the latter. *smile* Well, I don't know. The current job is very tough - time consuming, technically and professionally demanding, and still the same pay (basically more time and energy out but not much money in). The only compensation is gaining the knowledge & experience. Even if I have a lot of love, who would put up with... nevermind. Shouldn't talk about it. *smile again*

Quotable quote: Marriage is an institution in which the man loses his Bachelor's degree and the woman gets her Master's.

>> Monday, September 25, 2006

The Month of Tests...

I guess it's still not too late to wish...

Happy Ramadhan, and slamat berpuasa!! (happy fasting, enjoy fasting, be happy while fasting, or fast safely)

Only the second day and I've had many kinds of tests coming from many different directions. I'm praying for a big change this round and for the betterment to last (which is normally the most difficult part.) Hope we all rip the benefits and make ourselves closer to the ultimate purification of the heart...

>> Sunday, September 24, 2006


Why does snooze normally go for 9 minutes? Is there a National Association of Snooze Duration or something? Typical snooze is anywhere in between 5 and 10 minutes, according to Wikipedia.

How long is your alarm-snooze?

Quotable quote: Change is inevitable. Except from a vending machine.

>> Saturday, September 23, 2006

Main Junction (The Road Not Taken)

Here is a dilemma.

You have found the one you're very interested in. You like it. It likes you too (not sure how to believe that, but it somehow does.) Very flashy. From hair to toe, I mean, from the front grill to the back bumper, everything seems perfect. It clearly shows class. You can't help but stare every time it passes. The interior is also clean. It is simply attractive. But there's a probability that you can't stick with it for as long as you want it to be. It's affordable in the beginning, but could become very costly later. Maintenance could be an issue.

Then you realize that you need something more stable. One that would run way longer and you know it would. It would also stick for a very loonggg time. It's more expensive now, not as flashy, but less maintenance and more affordable over time. You don't want to part with it even after long years and it's very likely that you don't have to part with it anyway.

What do you do? Which one do you go with?

(warning: scope could extend beyond just cars)

>> Friday, September 22, 2006

The Gathering

Deciding to leave office on time, I returned home earlier than usual and discovered that my auntie Teh Ani & co. had came to visit us. I had known about it earlier but couldn't pay much attention to exactly when due to the recent stress at work. Let's hope that work would not do that to me anymore.

Pokjo, Moksu, Afiq, Ayoh Cik, Mokcik and Nadia were all there so it was like a mini gathering for Raya (Eid). Yeah, we had feasts before fasting even started. In a way, that was exactly what it was because neither of us families would be able to gather in T'ganu for Eid except for perhaps Pokjo & co. We had T'ganu specialty keropok, mom's variety of dishes with rice, and Bangi/Kajang cuisine Sate.

Nothing's as good as family ties. And local food scenes. :)


Ramadhan Mubarak! Gotta love Ramadhan. Isn't it your best self-control moment compared to other times in a year? These 30 days should set the standard for the rest 330 days of the year, hence the adoption of comparison to 1000 months.

My wish is to buy a new 'ketayap' or 'kopiah'. I really like the one that wraps my head like a swimming cap. It should firmly hold my bigger than average head. Yeah, you heard me. My head is actually slightly bigger than normal. And even so, there is no added content out of it. LOL.

Perhaps I'm also aiming to screen my diet to just dates and bread - which is quite ambitious. How can you live without rice? Sometimes I imagine having to live on just the two. Dates and bread. That's it. Nothing else. Who knows one day Singerpore and Thailan would join a venture and bomb the heck out of this prosperous but corruptly managed and unfairly distributed land & resources, to merely huts and dusts. Wait. Then we're going to be eating tapioca, and not dates and bread. Well, tapioca works too. If we're lucky, we could get dates and bread.

>> Thursday, September 21, 2006

Rev Meter

Almost red. I've kept on reaching home after dark the entire week. It's just not possible to finish everything before 5 especially when you're having a fieldwide issue to the point of 'drop-everything-else-and-work-on-this-one'.

It feels good to be involved. One thing, you know more than you do before. Another, when something doesn't move as planned or when you have caused a setback to the work of others around, then you understand better why some can become unbelievably grumpy whenever such things occur. You can fit into their shoes better.

Achtung II

Another one coming from +491786115983 20 Sep-06 9:05am

Alter macht nichts,berlin ist auch ok... Vermutlich aber verheiratet wa? ;o)

Any ideas?

>> Wednesday, September 20, 2006


Take a look at Surah Yassin: later portion of verse 40, as portrayed above.

Translation: And each in the sky on its orbit, they all float.

Now look at how the one underlined in red is spelled:

Read from the opposite and tell me its symmetry; as what it describes.

>> Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Once Upon a Time in Nogori...

Alek's wedding. Paroi Jaya. Sep 17.

paroi jaya

>> Monday, September 18, 2006

Weekly Highlight

The weekend of extraordinary sights and perspectives:

1) A friend you seldom keep up with is closer than you know.

2) A friend you remembered as a Pokemon/Physics geek is now in Human Resource Management of a well-known Fortune 500 company.

3) A friend who was a respected leader in high school married his teacher, (who was also your and your other friends' teacher)

4) A friend who was constantly being looked down on in high school is now in good fit and drives a Jaguar.

5) A friend whom you know was a computer and arts expert is way smarter than you think, and now doing a freelance job.

6) An even closer friend complains over what I originally thought were smiles and photos, but then I'm not sure what. (Just kidding! Heheh. O Boy, I'm gonna make things even worse.)

True stories. None is fabricated.

>> Sunday, September 17, 2006

Gemala Puteri


Another Seseri event last night, graduation dinner this time; eventful and memorable. Unlike mine 6 years ago. I don't even remember having pictures from my graduation. Let alone getting mom and dad to come.

The Crash Course

Yesterday, about this time around, it was unbelievably awkward. I had just helped a friend who was in need due to the lack of transport/utility/services at KLIA (can you believe how 'international' the airport is?) Nothing was planned and it sort of just flowed. Well, there was a plan originally but the results vary too far away from even the most standard of standard deviation. The awkwardness was largely influenced by the fact that it was only the first meeting. To top it all, I had the opportunity to meet the grandparents, the parents, and majority of the family. Right away. That was like the fastest introduction to a person's life that I've ever had in my entire life. Unplanned.

Everything seemed distant but it also felt so close. Thank you and sorry, if anything. (I really don't know what to say.)

>> Friday, September 15, 2006

Ninth Cloud

After a busy week of community project I tried to recover from the project deferment and presented my case. It sounds almost too good to be true but I've somehow raised the bar. The final approver in fact skipped the line of supervisor, superintendent, and signed all documents for the project proposal. "I like it."

Finally, I feel a glimpse of self-worth in the organization after months and months of condescendence (that wasn't easy to spell) from many of direct guides and directives. I wonder if there was a course in 'sensitivity' being offered to successful executives and alpha-workers.

After a long haul of putting those things together I think I should award myself with something. Hm. What is it? A nice meal?

>> Thursday, September 14, 2006

ice cubes

I was about to write 'the Women of Tomorrow' entry before I realized that my sister got to it first. She was the one who showed me the article anyway and she can explain it way better than I can, so you don't need to hear it from me. Better still, read the article itself.

Visit Ice Cubes.

>> Wednesday, September 13, 2006


Would someone translate to me:

So wieder zu hause. Koppweh ohne ende schon den ganzen tach aber zau sollet. Geh mit miri zur feuerwache, indisch buffet. Wo bist du? Magst auch kommen?

from: +491786115983 12:27am 12 Sep 06.

Has someone from Germany selected the wrong number to text to? It arrived in my inbox somehow. Yes, I would love to join you for buffet. :)

>> Tuesday, September 12, 2006


Have I mentioned that several engineers alongside a plant supervisor and a company planner have recently left the organization ? Yeah, attrition is normal. But not if it all happened in a single month. That's nearly a century of experience gone in the month of August alone. Causing an alarm to management, judging by a dialogue recently held, more and more folks are finding it not attractive to stay anymore. More manpower are being pulled in to fill in the blanks, but it is just not possible to replace your men in an instant.

You don't need to be a genius to figure out the governing principle of the decision to move. Here it is:

Pain / Gain

If this ratio is high, it becomes a pushing factor. Especially when you have observed low ratios anywhere else. Even if the gain elsewhere is much lower relative to the current gain, if the overall ratio is still lower because relative pain is now much much less, elsewhere retains its appeal.

Nevertheless, even if we understand the mechanism, how do we stop the epidemic? We know now that we have to reduce that ratio, but how? Well, by now we should also realize what the big paychecks to management are for. :)

>> Monday, September 11, 2006

Japanese Prowess

If you had to choose:

Which is your pick? And why?

>> Sunday, September 10, 2006

Business by the Book

Who are you?
What is the name of your company?
What does your company sell?
What does your company stand for?
How is company's performance?
How is your company viewed by the public?
How different are your products than competitors?
How independent is your advice?

Yeah, that'll get you started. Heheh.

Improvisation at Work

Last night I headed out with some old friends to Bangsar to see the Malaysian version of Whose Line Is It Anyway called Actorlympics. Since Malaysians in general are not accustomed to the show style (live improvisation and ideas), the host had to warm the audience up in giving wacky suggestions and carried out getting wacky suggestions from the audience throughout the show.

But there was a problem. Wacky suggestions are rare in the actual Whose Line audience (well, not exactly the actual/original, but the popular American version hosted by Drew). Normal suggestions are, normal. The casts would then make them wacky - lots of skills and creativity involved going into so many different directions. But in Actorlympics, getting the audience to actually come up with wacky suggestions had induced all sorts of nonsense; absurd current issues, adult contents, etc. Then the improvisers would have to work hard around the tight boundary of wackiness to squeeze more juice out of the whole idea. It still stroke a lot of funny stuff, but it had lost the whole vibe that has made Whose Line unbelievably funny.

The switch to "Rasa Sayang" tune instead of Ho-Down was creative, even though it took a while before the casts started, probably because the topic was wacky (same argument, topic should be normal, casts would make them tunes & rhymes wacky.) Afdlin Shauki was very, very good, spontaneous, and natural. Rashid Salleh was quite entertaining. Douglis Lim and Na'a were also effective. Everyone else just need some more work. Especially on 'spontaneity', 'element of surprise', and 'contrast effect'. Good job overall though.

Check out the show poster.

The most recent here.

Community Event

Yesterday we conducted the event and it went great! What I liked about it was we really worked together as a team and hands-on, no more 'cakap-cakap' or feel good ideas. Execution was critical and being realistic & practical was essential. And of course, nothing tops being closer to the subject of event, the kids, while raising our awareness and understand of the whole situation. I had to become the Safety Eye so my awareness doubled for the day.

But the kids rode me like horses. Some wanted me to fly them like Ultraman. Some played 'Pak Guard' or police with me because I was wearing the safety vest. One wanted me to literally spoon-feed him lunch. One fell asleep on my lap, exhausted.

They were surprisingly hyperactive.

>> Saturday, September 09, 2006

First Thing...

OK.. many people do many things - I'm trying this one.

FIRST THING CAME INTO YOUR MIND when you hear these 35 words (don't spend time thinking - just your gut reaction please):

1. Cigarette = yakh
2. Friends = f.. ntah
3. Relationships = not good at
5. Power rangers = not cool anymore
6. Marijuana = colombia?
7. Crack = pot
8. Food = yum
9. Love = hurts/heals
10. War = sucks

11. Car = soon
12. Gas Prices = high
13. Halloween = nuthin (no reaction)
14. Bon Jovi = always
15. Religion = Islam
16. MySpace = clunky
17. Worst fear = fear itself
18. Marriage = uhhu, when?
19. Fashion = (no reaction)
20. Brunettes = &blondes

22: Work = crazy
23: Past time = reading/thinking
24: Football = fun
25: One night stands = unbelievable
26: Pet Peeve = who' dat?
27. Pixie Stix = what
28. Vanilla Ice Cream = nice
29. When 29 = out of bond
30: High school = SAS

31: Pajamas = too much
32. Wood = tiger
33. Surfing = the net
34. Pictures = reminders
35. First Love = is the sweetest

>> Friday, September 08, 2006

Current Visitors

I can almost sort of guess now who this site visitors are...

Victoria, Melbourne
Western Australia, Perth
Cleveland, Ohio
Selangor, Puchong

Russian Federation (lots of returning visits? hm... )
Michigan Ann Arbor
Wilayah Persekutuan
England, Nottingham UK

except (which I'm least sure of)
Wisconsin, Madison

Hm. What's a normal blogging rate? Once per day? Twice? Doesn't matter? As many or as little as you like? Whenever you like? None? When crisis comes?

Coming Around

It's not the worst of time, but it's not the best either. Sometimes you go up, sometimes you go down. More like a lot of down lately. A contrast effect, which is seeing others going up, is magnifying it even further, although it shouldn't be any of my concern at all.

Fame is a vapor.
Popularity an accident.
Only 1 thing endures and that is character.

Try not to be a man of success.
But be a man of value.

(quoted by various successful and famous folks)

>> Thursday, September 07, 2006

Compaq Presario

Later yesterday, Muzani, K.Long, Dad and I were in Low Yat Plaza looking for the best deal for laptop in town. Apparently, my eldest sister K.Long needs one for her PhD program in Nottingham very soon. As you would guess, I wouldn’t recommend any other brand but apparently I didn’t communicate the reasons well enough. Who am I to give such recommendations? I contributed my knowledge anyway even though we knew for a fact that to maintain this particular operating system would be one heck of a job. At least everybody had enough information on different configurations before deciding on which one to go for. I’m happy already that she has a laptop now, and that she’d be able to write her thesis on her personal computer.

>> Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Transportation System

Imagine stuck in jam-packed coaches of train to commute to work everyday:

In order to ride this public transport in you-know-which-country, you have to be: strong & healthy (not much chance for disabled, to cramp in and stand throughout the journey), time-indifferent (doesn't mind derailment, delayed schedule), and patient (in overcoming impatient embarking/disembarking crowd, long queues, etc.)

Nevertheless, it's the system you've got. Is there any room for improvement? A lot.

Thanks for All the Fish!

I finally finished the 'Trilogy' last Sunday (The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy; The Restaurant at the End of the Universe; Life, the Universe and Everything; So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish; Young Zaphod Plays it Safe; and Mostly Harmless)

It's a wonderful journey; both interesting and also perplexing. I will always remember Arthur helplessly protesting, "Look!" when Agrajaj in the form of an ugly bird was trying to peck him, and when he was sighing, "I have a trouble with my lifestyle," while looking at himself wearing a bedroom robe and a pair of slipper.

There is no easy flow in all of Adams' writings. For someone slow like me, some paragraphs had to be read twice to be understood. On the bright side, at least I would find digesting stories from other authors to be slightly easier after this one. I wish someone would continue 'The Salmon of Doubt' though. It's supposed to be Adams' sixth installation but Adams he never got to finish it.

So Long!

>> Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Super Human

You think golf is easy? Ask this guy:

Check this out. He has won 5 in 5 starts including 2 majors. Five in a row!
Jul 20-23 British Open (Major) purse: $6,750,000
Aug 3-6 Buick Open
purse: $4,600,000
Aug 17-20 PGA Championship (Major)
purse: $6,500,000
Aug 24-27 WGC-Bridgestone Invitational
purse - $7,500,000
Sep 1-4 Deutsche Bank Championship
purse - $5,500,000

It's a major inspiration. When he was little, his dad jingled coins in the pocket to distract him from putting. When was the last time, your dad beating the heck out of a drumset while you're doing your homework? ... Yeah. I thought so. (Picture courtesy of graphics.jsonline)

>> Monday, September 04, 2006


You saw several kids playing in the yard. You went closer and picked one of them up. The little boy held out a book he was reading to you. He mumbled something you couldn't make out, held the book back closer and showed the page he liked the most. Then he smiled knowing that you cared so much about his interest. The kids were having fun and everything seemed normal.

Except that it wasn't. These were not normal kids. They're special. We were at a Special Care center for a little planning on our community outreach. There were plenty of kids. Some were diagnosed with HIV since birth. Some were abandoned since birth. There were also single mothers. Some were HIV positive. And a few persons with AIDS.

Where were all the fathers? Gone. Prison. Dead. Or still wondering around out there living a "supernormal" life? Or 'subnormal'. It wouldn't matter. They're gone.

As I held the little boy, the caretaker warned the men not to play with them kids for too long. They could become emotionally attached. Any fatherly figure. She said, when project done, you guys left, the kids would cry and get sick/fever. Let's not leave them at that.

>> Sunday, September 03, 2006

Distortion Field

I was on my way to PWTC via KTM Commuter yesterday and couldn't help but notice reality at a glance. I had observed the followings:

1. Two Chinese students (sitting in front of me) were:
holding Math books, test modules, and a bottle of water, checking on Math calculation results, and discussing them a bit

2. An Indian man (sitting beside me) was:
reading a 300-page Technopreneurship-related book, holding a purple umbrella

3. The rest of the Malaysians (all around other seats, Malays/ Melayu) were:
either holding newspapers, doing nothing, watching out the windows, talking to cell phones, listening to music, or any intermediate steps in between the aforementioned activities

Now, who is better prepared, even to the point of expecting rain and overcoming thirst, let alone in being literate compared to say, leisure? Is this some sort of complacency test? Now you can argue the size of my study sample, but you can't argue my point. Well you can actually. Think about it.

>> Saturday, September 02, 2006

Sep Second

Some folks were demonstrating martial arts (Silat) when my dad and I reached Taman Kamariah, Gombak for Seri's (the one in green tudung) elder sister's wedding. Hers is coming up soon? I'm not sure.

Then come Syuhada's engagement (my second cousin's daughter) very nearby. I looked at the long line of gifts, and thought -- that is just the engagement. Will you look at that? How much a marriage is going to cost! Seems to cost more than a brand new Kancil nowadays? I don't know. I might be wrong.

The Bright Side

I never knew Shearer once gave a red card to a referee until I watched this complation.

It would somehow make you sway to the bright side a bit, fostered by mainly the catchy tunes from Monty Phython - you know which one. But it's also interesting to note Scholes, Beckham, Zidane, Owen, Izzet, Hasselbaink, and some referees plus goalkeepers all showing the "tumbling down" part of their games, but not their careers let alone their lives. It's referable to life in general but in a football kind of way - you slip but and get up again.

Weekly Wrap

By the way, since I missed a couple of days of highlights earlier this week, I guess it's worth to mention that I went for a course in ParkRoyal, the one right across Imbi. The course was about the fundamentals of I&E! (Instrumentation, Process Controls). It's unbelievably good I wish I had taken it on my day 1 at work! Well, some things just don't go in the right sequence.

>> Friday, September 01, 2006

And Your Heart...

Your heart is the strongest muscle. Imagine pumping the blood to all the vessels in your body 60 secs a minute, 60 min an hour, 24 hrs a day, 365.25 days a year, all the years you've been living. Perhaps your heart had stopped a second or two when a window curtain sway softly touched your neck while you're reading a book at midnight (what were you thinking), or when the cup you were about pick was suddenly a huge white rat. But all in all, it averages out to being in action all the time. Otherwise, you wouldn't be reading this.

I think I should stop blabbering about all the pain, body parts, this sore, bla.. bla.. bla.. the chicken's getting cold. I mean, it's getting old. Let's focus on other things.

There's another part of heart that some of us seldom explore, if at all, and for some, it's something that has to be done every day. Even though it's physically tough, the heart is just as easily and emotionally fragile. And spiritually, it's the one that we have to purify and solidify from the trials and tribulations of desire and worldly temptations.

It all started when a former Imam of Masjidil Aqsa had given us a message at the Masjid As-Syakirin before the Azan and Khutbah earlier today. He was speaking full Arabic, intermittent English for a sentence or two, with a translator deciphering the speech at intervals. That's like the utmost peak of my communication Arabic while paying super attention to what he was saying, and I could only make up 20 to 30 % of the meaning roughly, clarification of which was performed when his translator deciphered it. Maybe I need to attend Aliya's classes. Can we do it online? Ihsan, help!

He was medium in height, wearing a light gray robe (like Jubah) that had yellow linings inside. The Imam looked like he's in his 60s, apparent by the whitest and the thickest beard I've ever seen. His fairly strong gesticulation and comportment however suggested that he was 20 years younger. He started slow and deliberately articulated each words -- a very wise and smart move to attract moderate to low percentage of Arabic savvy audience attention.

His message was mainly this:
Lots of issues are happening to Muslims in Palestine, Lebanon, Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan, Kashmir, Phillipines, and more, but the root cause is Palestine. Had the case there been resolved, others will slowly follow suit. After so many efforts of peace talks and negotiations, most of which had doomed to fail, Palestinians couldn't help but to switch to the way of Jihad to protect Islam.

He said he's grateful to be in Malaysia. And he's been to Kelantan, Terengganu, Melaka, and Kedah and so on, to convey the story of Palestines. Muslims in Malaysia are very kind and have great sympathy towards the misfortunes of others. The brothers in Islam in Palestine, who are fighting every day to uphold the Deen are very relieved to receive such care, and they only hope for prayers from their brothers all over the world. They're willing to bear and sacrifice their younger generations for the fight, but only two worries come to mind. 1 - There is an internal conflict between Fatah and Hamas, and 2 - the government of Saudis (not the people/Arabs) is not even helping but somehow going in the other direction instead.

Masjidil Aqsa has not been taken away from only the Palestinians but also from the Muslims all over the world.

It's a reminder for myself at the very least.
Please pray for our suffering brothers and sisters, and for Muslims to come together again, cleansing the general inner diseases and plagues throughout. It's our fault if we don't come together and if we don't care.