The Great City of Alexandria

DSC_6571DSC_6556DSC_6548DSC_6544Alexandria is an ancient city; opened by Alexander the Roman Emperor. The city is blessed with beautiful sea and endless beach.the long history of Alex makes it rich with cultures and traditions; Greek, French, British and Turkish. The sea breeze made the walk by the seaside a cooling experience. Complementing the scorching summer days that they are having in this part of the world. We stayed at an apartment subletting from the students who were away for the summer. It was a few blocks from the seaside. Sounds so nice and pretty; it was not, however, as pretty as it sounds. This part of Alex seemed to be old and crumbling down. The sunshine rarely reached the front gate which made the street dark and gloomy most of the time. The rubbish from yesterday still littered the roadside; made me so frustrated with the ugliness of human attitude. But one thing is good though, the smell of fresh bread from the bakery made the morning so tasty and refreshing.

I always love fresh-from-the-oven bread especially Arabic; it tastes so simple but fulfilling no matter what gravy you dip it in. I walked the beach despite the fact that it was dirty and not well maintained. The sea breeze was unique here when you expected the sizzling heat but all of the sudden the wind brushes it away leaving your face feeling calm and settled. I just could not get over the fact that I was in this great city experiencing great scenery as Egyptians have been for thousands of years. This is a resort city, I supposed, people come here to relax and have fun. And in those few days, the crowd was crazy. The night cafés were packed with people talking and drinking; they seemed to have fun. The noise was unbelievable even as you passed by, it was deafening. The summer night was awesome; I wish we could go to the beach and look up the stars. Only if we could cross the road safely (hahahaaha!). The traffics were mad and I just could not risk my life just to get to the other side of the road. It was so unbelievable but somehow or rather the locals just stepped into the traffic, put up the little fingers and rush over to the other side. But the car never seemed to slow down. A lot of cars on the road and at night that number had doubled(so it seemed).

I like the morning best in Alex,along the sea side road as the waves washed the rocks tirelessly. The sea was calm and quiet as though trying to keep the secret of last night. The sun was gentle and we walked by the sea side for miles and miles.There were a lot of people but we just could not strike any conversation. First because we do not know Arabic that much and second the Egyptians are a bit scary. Yes I am sure they are nice people but being close to a stranger in Egypt made you scared to even ask a direction. But everything was okay; I enjoyed my trip there tremendously.

Riding Through History in Cairo

DSC_6232Cairo (Al-Qaherah) is an awesome metropolis. Vibrant and breathtaking. The city that has painted a colourful life for thousands of years. The glorious past from ancient times can still be traced and seen on site. The day was unbelievably hot at 41 degrees. And under that grilling heat we decided to go on a tour to Giza to see those amazing pyramids. I just could not wait for another minute to get a closer look of the magnificent structure—one of the seven wonders of the world. it was awesome and I do not understand how the whole thing was possible; I still don’t. But whatever your belief towards this impossibility, the proof is there mounting up a few kilometers up, width and length. The stone blocks as big as twice of your big refrigerator stacked up high into the sky. My mind was blown away as I sized up the stone blocks up close. So huge and those square things are really stones. I was speechless as the heat kept burning my face. I did not really care of the surroundings; annoying people trying to sell stuffs and what not, I stood there looking up into the sky to find the tip of that thing. Maybe Fir’aun was really trying to reach the heavens and fought with Moses’s God. And this thing has been there against the wind and the sun for thousands of years. It was unbelievable. There are three of them ; the other two are smaller ones but as magical as the first one. Then there was this statue of lion headed creature around that area as well.I wish I could stay longer there to feel the long history of the place. The nearby villages seemed as ancient as the pyramid itself; as if the time stood still for the people to come and see this magnificent structure from the ancient civilisation. The donkeys still use the dusty street to pull the cart, that old lady looked beyond the time…I mean so old but still managed to sell us something. We drove on to escape the heat and the guilt for feeling sorry to this great community that live to make the history stays alive for many more thousand of years.The traffic in Cairo was mad as they drove like crazy people with rules of the jungle and used the road as he is the only in a hurry. Ironically, they managed to maneuvre through the rough traffics and small passages. I mean you would get from point A to point B; no matter what.

The great Amr Al-Aas Mosque



Buying fruits in Cairo


Being in this great city makes you realise the cultural diversity of the Egyptians. The many foreign invaders had left the cultural footprints that exist among the city folks and can be seen as you stroll down the busy streets of Cairo. The western lifestyle in fashion ,food and youngsters make you realise that Cairo has gone through many transformations. I was indeed blessed to be able to witness and experience the current and modern Cairo.



Lovely Irbid

In Irbid the air was cool and the sunshine was gentle. It was Friday when we stepped out of the apt building where we were staying. The place was a nice 2-mins stroll from the main gate of Yarmouk University. Wah this reminded me of the days when I was a student when I used to stay very close to my university ; just a few minutes from the university in Wichita, Kansas. I could see the faculty building from my bedroom windows. I could  rush over five minutes before the class started and still beat the Professor. In Irbid, the streets were quiet as Friday is a rest day here in Jordan. and that means the shops would be closed too. So we headed to the zouk ,the morning market, there must be people selling groceries and stuff .

It was still quiet only a handful of them started to open their shops and rearranging the fruits and vegies …. hmmmm must be a hectic night last night. I supposed so …not that I have been here to join the fun. But back home Friday night would be busy and hectic at the market. Maybe the same goes here. We strolled along the empty street taking in all the smell and aroma of the leftovers strewn at the roadside.

Looking for breakfast we walked deep into the alley and backstreets of this town. Stopped at one coffee shop and we had bbq meat and grilled mincemeat served with bread. They don’t serve hot drinks! Yes sir just help yourself with plain water. hahahahha this is cheap. I just don’t understand the culture here but who cares the meat was superb and mince meat was very tasty.

After breakfast we walked through the market which now had more people and a bit busier. People gave cold stares and cheeky glances knowing we were foreigners. But when I started snapping some pictures they were smiling and started to get excited. In fact the market got hyped up when the youngsters pulled me aside to snap the pictures of them and their produce. They asked where I came from  and got really friendly all of the sudden. I was shocked and excited at the same time. Without words we can understand each other; just a few smiles and a big camera. hahahahaha what a strange world we are living in.


Father and Son : His father dragged me to the shop as he opened it so i could take his picture in there.


The son was so excited too….I did not really understand why but went along and snapped all these pictures of him and his father. Hope they are doing well with the shop.


The father selling meat I supposed.


Plenty of fresh vegetables …


apples(I think) for a fiver.


This old man was selling live pigeons (a delicacy in this part of the world…so i heard)


You want some fruits!…..


Come and take our picture !..the whole zouk came alive when they knew I was taking photos……very nice people


This guy was so shy….but I snapped him anyway. I hope it was okay for him.

I love their hair styles hahahaha to tell you the truth… very unique and dashing; young people need space and freedom ….fashion gives them both. Let them have it after all they look good and neat! Back to Irbid and a few places that I have been , their youngsters do wear splashing hairdo….

By the afternoon the air got cooler and the whole neighborhood looked like an old European sub urban —- summer time at the place I used to be but could not remember exactly where ; maybe in France or Italy. The wind gave you the same summer feeling– the one that will make you remember the lovely place you did not want to leave. Irbid gave me that lovely touch.

What a wonderful place to be!

The Place We Once Called Home – Ohkuchi-machi


The flight to Komatsu was a bumpy one. A real scary one! Other airlines would have postponed such a flight; but maybe it is a common thing here. A small commuter plane run by a local airline (IBEX) using a small jetliner CRJ700- Canadian Regional Jet. The plane must be a tough one to be able to go through such a strong turbulence. Anyway, my heart dropped several times during the 1-hour flight from Tokyo to Komatsu which is located on the west coast of japan. Amid fiery thunder storm, we arrived just a few minutes late. Down here the storm left a wet and quiet day going into the breezy night. The day in Komatsu was about to end and as always there is no night life in this part of Japan.

Tadaimak! I’m back! It was here that I left the town after a year sabbatical at JAIST. The road back to the place we were staying seems so familiar. I drove through this traffic countless times making every single stop and turn a nostalgic milestone. We stopped at one of our favorite shops- 2nd street- only to be greeted by a familiar face at the counter. I knew this guy and he is still running this place. I grabbed a pair of shoes and left. The night was still early but Okuchi-machi was dead already. We lived here for the most of my time in Japan. Just could not wait to meet the neighbors tomorrow. It was summer so Fajr was early at 3;30 am. By 5 am the sun was already high in the sky. The place was revealed by the late summer sunshine—it was refreshing as ever. Listening to Khai Bahar on youtube, I walked through the morning mist. Khai bahar was still on smule when I was here, and his voice always accompanied me on my way home in the evening. That day I listened to him once again to relive the beautiful moments of my time in Japan. It’s a short 10-min walk from JAIST (where I spent the night) to Okuchi-machi, and, that morning was the most nostalgic walk I’ve ever taken. I wish for the first time the distance was longer. As if I wanted to count every single flower along the road and greeted every single farmer tending the gardens. We went to Tanganuchi house and met Tanganuchi-san, nice old man living next door to the house we used to live. He was surprised of course but greeted us gladly nevertheless. The wife wasn’t there. She was the one who made us feel so welcome here despite the language that we hardly understand.

We made our way to another house. On the way, I saw this familiar face and once he recognized me he jumped up and down and ran to find the door. Like a little kid who has not seen his father for a long time. I was overwhelmed—this is the type of people that is truly pure and honest in a relationship. Despite so little English, and us with minimum Japanese, we managed to communicate and developed a special relationship. His name is Motosa-san (aged 64 years old) and heads the community in Okuchi-machi. We greeted each other without words to describe our excitement only smiles and continuous bows from him to show his gratefulness of our presence. He led us to his house and met his lovely wife. She was surprised of course; we exchanged  greetings and good wishes. The wife speaks English very well. That would complete my visit in Japan. Meeting these people and knowing they are still up and about would  end my holiday with a beautiful memory. Actually, reignited the past memories of our experience living in Japan. Hmmmm…let’s book a flight for next year…Hahahaha!

It has been over a year since I left JAIST …….DSC_1553

A road leading to Ohkuchi machi …


The sign that I always violated huhuhu ……


Friends (old and new) that I met after the Friday prayers….



They have a new shuttle bus now …..


where we found our lost keys…


The shuttle that  run from Jaist to Tsurugi…now big and spacious



Revisited my favorite spot in the library…DSC_1565

No one was around….as always.DSC_1566


Out and About in Tokyo

First day in Tokyo reminds me a lot of the time we used to spend during our last days in Japan—riding the trains. I think they are the best transportation in Japan. They run fast, arrive on time and can take you anywhere you want to go. Although an hour ride will put a pain on your back, it is nevertheless quite comfortable for the money you paid. We arrived late in the evening at Haneda Airport; by the time we were cleared at the immigration and customs the train service has retired for the day. We spent the night at the airport to catch the first train in the morning. My daughter bought us a 3-day pass for Metro lines. She gave us a map for Tokyo and the map for the subways and off we went. First, I was not sure about this but after a few rides, going around with the subways was quite easy. If I could do it you guys could do it as well. So, don’t worry if you need to catch the train for your next trip in Japan, you would get the hang of it in no time. Besides, the staff at the station would make sure you will not get on the wrong train. They are very helpful even if we don’t speak much of Japanese; just ask and be polite!

Our destination was to get to the place where our daughter lives, on the north-eastern part of Tokyo. The green line will take us there and on the map, it is labelled A for Asakusa. The stop is called Higashi-Oojima and is about half an hour from central Tokyo. The word, “Tokyo”, seems to sound big and complicated but believe me it is the most friendliest place I have ever been. I don’t know how to describe it but you should come and experience it yourself. The only thing that you need to remember is to behave and respect the local culture. Our daughter has just started working here and we came to see how she’s doing. The apartment was big enough for her and a couple of roomates; situated in a new and modern apartment complex along the Edo river. The cycling tracks and jogging path along the river made my heart dropped. They were long and wide and run along the river for miles and miles. Every time when I looked down from the balcony, I would see people racing through the misty morning chasing the river flow. What an awesome sight! And in addition to that, they have thousands of cherry trees planted along the river bank. I could imagine the pretty cherry blossoms that would be here in the spring. I hope my daughter will be safe and happy here.

We had a good sleep to refresh ourselves from the jetlag. It was early in the afternoon and we were ready to be out and about to explore this great metropolis. We chose the Imperial Palace to spend for the rest of the afternoon. Sunset would be at around 6pm so we had about 4 hours to enjoy the beautiful summer sunshine in Tokyo.

The sight of the Imperial Palace was so magnificent from any angle you look at it. Too bad we could not get into the palace but looking from outside would be enough for me. I have been to many palaces and castles in Kanazawa and Kyoto so this one should be as great as those places. It was amazing to see that this place is in the city and has beautiful lawns and fields. People used it as running tracks along the road circling the Palace. I could see how running is a favorite sport in Japan; everyone runs. A short ride away we stopped at the Tokyo Skytree. At night, it was a beautiful and glittering tower reaching into the sky. It took my breath away. We took a few pictures and left. It was time to chase the trains again.

Oojima at night


We had an opportunity to visit The Camii Mosque of Tokyo


Dinner at a small Egyptian restaurant

On My Trip To Japan

This time my story starts with a quiet Eid ul Adha. Lately the Raya has been very quiet for us. Last Raya we went off to Jordan after a brief first-day of Raya. It seems that we have a difficult time to digest the spirit of Raya. But deep down I’d like one day to have a long and relaxing Raya celebration. It is the time to reconnect with family and long lost friends. But not today. At the moment I’m trying to kill time on a flight to Tokyo; a near 7-hour journey from Kuala Lumpur to Narita. So far it has been a bumpy flight, hurricane tail-whip affect from the Philippines, the Captain said through the plane’s broadcast. But it’s okay as the delicious vegy  baryani has killed off the jittered stomach. I have a lot to tell but have no time to sit down and write. The time just flew away quietly. It has been already a year since I came back from Japan. A lot of things have happened to me and around me. One was tragic; a good friend and close neighbor shot and killed himself one afternoon. Just like that. He ended his life abruptly leaving behind family and friends wondered what went wrong.

After the long sabbatical leave in Japan, I went back to teaching. The classroom smelled the same and the students had the same smiles and cheeky faces. Just a few things that make you realize how much you miss teaching. Teaching is my job and after 27 odd years at it, your teaching skills have grown with you. A classroom is no longer the room with four walls but a stage where you pass the knowledge, perform your lesson and test your ability to make the lesson relevant to the students. No flashy slides or hard core English accent, by the end of my lesson I want to see their eyes glittered with awe and their faces reveal the opening new chapter of their life. I could feel it and they certainly could feel it—the lesson learnt. All the accessories in class teaching will make you grow tired and sometimes frustrated when things go wrong. However, preparation of the lesson would be the utmost important part of teaching. Never go into the classroom without it. Even when you know the subject matter like the back of your hand, be prepared and ready to execute the lesson plan.

Teaching is a beautiful thing. The relationships you made with the students are priceless. Every time anyone of the students responds to your hope and expectation, return the favour appropriately and sincerely…..with encouragement and motivation for a job well done. I don’t see any sane individual to take advantage on this situation and does something bad. A trust that must be honoured responsibly. When the classroom door closed behind me and the lesson started, I would have a special moment with my students. The moments of my life as one can put it. So these moments must be planned properly and strategise thoroughly. At the end of the class I would reflect on it and see if it was a good lecture or not. Sometime when the class went so good I would celebrate and reward myself with nasi lemak or nasi kerabu hahahaha! ( I usually don’t take them in the morning). But if the class went the other way I would go back to the office and nap—that’s the end of my day! I’ve never expected anything in return but good students will honour you someday down the line. And when they do you would reflect the beautiful moments you had with them. What a priceless reward!

Ayuh! Para Murabbi …

terima kasih…untuk selaung nasihat buat anak anak kami
… untuk sebaris formula yang dirumus sebati
… untuk senada doa yang segar di sanubari
… untuk sebaris ayat Ilahi lekat di hati
… untuk sekelumit kasih pembakar jatidiri
… terima kasih dari kami 

Ayuh! Para murabbi …
marilah kita bina anak bangsa ini
dengan ruh iman dan taqwa Ilahi
kita isi jiwa jiwa putih bersih
dengan ilmu jati diri
agar mampu mendongak tinggi
melaung seruan rabbani

Ayuh! Para murabbi …
anak anak sedang menanti
untuk mengenal dan meneliti
tentang duniawi dan ukhrawi
jadilah kita bak pohon berdiri
meneduh dan melindungi
dari keperitan hidup duniawi
dan kedahsyatan alam ukhrawi
usah dikira wang dan ringgit
atau keringat yang menitik
kerna syurga firdausi
adalah janji Robbul ‘Aalamin

Ayuh! Para murabbi …
buatlah pena menari-nari
mentafsir helah hari ini
melakar impian sejati
buat bekal alam abadi
esok munkin tiada lagi
insan kerdil berlari-lari
menegur dan melambai pergi
buat hati sayu sebegini

terima kasih sekali lagi
semoga doa yang diiringi
dimaqbul Ilahi Robbul ‘Aalamin

Pantai Jeram, Kuala Selangor

11 Ogos 2017