After a certain age, your parents slowly become your children. They ask simple questions, repeat stories, and depend on your patience the way you once depended on theirs. Very few understand this role reversal. What looks like innocence or inconvenience is really time coming full circle. Don't correct them harshly. Don't rush them. Care for them the way they once protected you. This is not a burden. It is repayment.
when Uthman (RA) stood by a grave, he would weep until his beard became wet with tears.
People asked him:
"You don't weep this much when Paradise or Hell is mentioned, but you do so at the grave .. why?"
He replied: ..
Nike spent millions on “Breaking2,” an attempt to break the 2 hour marathon by Eliud Kipchoge.
Kipchoge did it in Nikes in 2019, but it was with lazers and pacemakers. It didn’t count.
Today, 2 men do it officially. Both in adidas. The hits keep coming.
Hello, Moon. It’s great to be back.
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58,000 Americans died in Vietnam.
Over 3,000,000 Vietnamese died.
And for fifty years, American culture has centered the grief of the 58,000 while treating the 3,000,000 as a backdrop.
As scenery. As context. As "the Vietnam War experience."
They built a wall in Washington with American names on it.
A beautiful wall. A solemn wall.
Good. Mourn your dead.
But understand what that wall does not say.
It does not say why they died.
It does not say what they were doing there.
It does not say what was done in their name to the people whose country it actually was.
It does not mention My Lai, where American soldiers massacred an entire village, old men, women, children, babies, and the officer who ordered it served three years of house arrest before being pardoned.
Three years. House arrest. Pardoned.
For five hundred people murdered in a ditch.
It does not mention the 2.7 million acres of Vietnamese forest doused in Agent Orange, a chemical weapon disguised as herbicide, that is still deforming Vietnamese children today.
Not in 1970. Not in 1985. Today.
Children born in 2020 with bodies twisted by a war their grandparents fought.
And the chemical companies that made it are still in business.
Still profitable.
Still un-prosecuted.
And yet they send us human rights reports.
They grade our democracy.
They warn us about our behavior.
The audacity is so enormous it becomes almost impressive.
Almost.
There was no Saudi Arabia at that time.
Prophet Muhammad ﷺ
Born in Hejaz
Received revelation in Hejaz
Formed a State in Hejaz
Died in Hejaz
And ruled over Asir and Najd also a part of Hezaj.
Stop misleading Muslims please in your nationalistic love for a country. Up until September 23 1932 it was Sultanate of Hejaz & Nejd.
House of Saud named it The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia after their own family.
Hope this SCHOOLING is enough for you otherwise as a student of history I can take you back 14,000 years as well.
Honestly? I woke up today feeling grateful.
Not because everything is perfect. But because of what didn’t happen.
With the war in the Middle East pushing oil prices up, things are getting harder everywhere.
Unsubsidised RON95 in Malaysia just hit RM3.87 a litre.
Our neighbours are under real pressure. Philippines. Thailand. Cambodia. Laos.
Even Australia is facing a fuel crisis right now.
These are not just statistics.
These are real people, families trying to get to work, small business owners watching their costs double overnight, ordinary folks doing their best in a situation they didn’t create.
If you’re reading this, hang in there.
But yesterday, our PM announced that our subsidised petrol at RM1.99 stays.
Yes, the quota drops from 300L to 200L in April.
And I keep thinking, this kind of stability doesn’t just happen.
It took decades. Generations of leaders building diplomatic relationships quietly in the background.
Policy makers running the numbers at midnight.
Civil servants holding things together without anyone knowing their name.
People who never made the news but made the difference.
This moment of relative calm, they built it. Long before this crisis ever came.
But it also took something very Malaysian.
We have this rare ability to sit with anyone, different races, different religions, different backgrounds and just get along.
In a world that’s fracturing right now, that’s actually a superpower.
So today I’m not taking it for granted.
To everyone working behind the scenes, thank you. We see you.
Syukur.
And to our neighbours and friends from around world, you’ve got this. 🙏🇲🇾