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Malaysian sakuga : "Nirnama VS Tok Long Senyum".
A 5-min short film by Mintt Studio for the promotion of the comic book by Hilal Asyraf.
Full video >> https://t.co/LWjVcU6jKA
a friend shared this Dua to me for Laylatul Qadr and i also want to share with y’all
Ya Allah... I come to You tonight with a heart that is not perfect, with a record that is not clean, with a soul that has wandered too many times. I have disappointed You more than I can count yet you still allow me to reach this night
Do not let me leave it the same. Wash me completely not just from sin, but from the love of sin.
Ya Allah... there are parts of me I don't show anyone. The doubts. The insecurities. The fears about my future. The guilt about my past. You see it all. If I am breaking inside, mend me. If I am lost, guide me. If I am weak, strengthen me. I have no refuge except You.
Ya Allah... if I have grown distant from You, pull me back gently. If my heart has hardened, soften it with Your remembrance. If I have chosen dunya over You too many times, forgive me and realign my priorities. Do not let this world become bigger in my heart than my akhirah.
Ya Allah... forgive me for every prayer I rushed, every blessing I took for granted, every sin I justified, every moment I chose disobedience over gratitude. I am ashamed of my shortcomings, but I am hopeful in Your mercy. You are greater than my worst mistakes.
Ya Allah... if You know that my heart will not survive another year in the same state, then transform me tonight.
Remove from me what is pulling me away from You even if it hurts. Replace it with what will bring me closer to Jannah.
Ya Allah... grant my parents forgiveness that reaches the heavens, health that eases their bodies, and light that fills their graves when they return to You. Make me a source of ongoing reward for them, not a source of regret.
Ya Allah... protect me from a death that comes suddenly while I am heedless. Let my final moments be filled with remembrance, with sincerity, with Your pleasure. Let my last breath carry Your name.
Ya Allah... if tonight is Laylatul Qadr, then write me among those forgiven. Among those freed from the Fire. Among those whose destinies were changed because they cried to You sincerely. Let angels witness my tears and carry my du'as to the heavens.
Ya Allah... I am asking You for Jannah. Not because I deserve it, but because You are Al-Kareem. Save me from the Hellfire, even if my deeds are small. Let Your mercy be greater than my failures.
Ya Allah… when this night ends let me wake up as someone different. Cleaner. Softer. Closer to You. Do not let this be just another Ramadan night I wasted. Let it be the night that changed my eternity.
Ya Allah… if this is the night You descend with mercy, then do not pass me by. Do not let my name be written among the heedless. I am standing at Your door with nothing but hope.
My deeds are small. My sins are many. But my trust in You is greater than all of it. If You forgive me tonight, no one can question it. If You accept me tonight, no one can reject me.
So Ya Allah... look at me with mercy. Look at me with forgiveness. Look at me as a servant who is desperate for You and do not let me leave this night empty.
@6_arung I can't speak for all, but as a Malaysian, go ahead people. Report, kecam, do whatever you guys can do by any means. Do whatever it takes guys. Dan maaf sbb keterlaluan betul biadap nya dia ni. He crossed the line that shouldn't be crossed. Bodoh & biadap. Maaf 🙏🏻
@iamjoelee Tambah sikit lg "and declining birth rate". Perfect recipe for a disastrous future. The way they mask their inferiority complexes by projecting them onto others is peak comedy.
@PandaMerahku@zamirmohyedin Tudia pulun kona sana sini nk bagi nampak terer la konon. Ni orang panggey masuk rumah orang tak bagi salam, serbu tembok tak pakai helmet. Jenih mangkaq ubi.
People say they want privacy until they meet someone who actually has it.
Not the performative “private” where you still post soft launches, vague captions, story replies, little curated hints so everyone can keep tracking the plot. I mean real privacy. The kind where your life doesn’t come with commentary. Where your phone isn’t a public window. Where your wins, your losses, your relationships, your breakdowns don’t get uploaded as evidence.
people get weird.
You can see the moment their brain hits the wall. They ask a normal question, “so what have you been up to,” and you give them a normal answer that is also a closed door. “Work’s been busy.” “Just been chilling.” “Nothing crazy.” You smile. You move on. And something in them doesn’t relax. Because they weren’t asking for facts. They were asking for access.
A lot of people are not used to not having access.
We live in a time where everyone is constantly narrating themselves. Posting their meals, their heartbreak, their therapy language, their gym progress, their new person, their new home, their new era. Even if they say “I’m private,” they still leak. They drop breadcrumbs on purpose because being fully unseen feels like death to them.
So when you don’t leak, they start filling the silence with stories.
They assume you’re hiding something. They assume you’re lying. They assume you think you’re better than them. They assume you’re judging them. They assume you’re mysterious in a calculated way, like you’re playing chess while they’re making small talk.
Sometimes they even get offended, which is hilarious.
Like your privacy is an insult. Like you owe them transparency to prove you’re “real.” Like you owe the room a plotline so they can orient themselves. And if you don’t give it, they start poking. Testing. Fishing.
“So are you seeing anyone?”
“What happened with that job?”
“Why don’t you post more?”
“Where were you last weekend?”
“Who were you with?”
They try to catch you. Not because they care. Because they’re unsettled by not being able to map you.
This is the part no one says out loud: a lot of people use information as control.
Not evil control. Everyday control. Social control. The kind where if I know what you’re doing, I know where I stand. If I know your relationship status, I know how to treat you. If I know your problems, I know what role to play in your life. If I know your weaknesses, I know how to win an argument later. If I know your plans, I know if you’re leaving me behind.
So when you’re truly private, you remove a tool they rely on.
u become unpredictable in a way that scares them, because they can’t pre-empt you. They can’t manage you. They can’t keep a running tally of your life and compare it to theirs. They can’t decide if they should envy you, pity you, compete with you, flirt with you, ignore you. They have to relate to you in real time, on what you actually say and do, not on the story they’ve been consuming from your feed.
that is rare now. It’s also intimate in a way people don’t expect.
Because if you don’t broadcast, then the only way to know you is to know you.
To ask. To listen. To spend time. To earn the details. To be trusted.
Most people don’t have the patience for that. They want the summary. The highlights. The quick scroll that tells them what category you’re in.
So they get odd. They start guessing.
They’ll call you “mysterious” like it’s either a compliment or a warning. They’ll joke that you’re “secretive” when what they mean is “I can’t track you.” They’ll project motives onto you. They’ll decide you’re arrogant. Or traumatized. Or sneaky. Or having an amazing life and hiding it. Or having a miserable life and hiding it. They’ll pick a narrative and treat it like fact because uncertainty makes them itch.
And sometimes - this is the sharp one - they’ll try to provoke you into revealing yourself.
They’ll say something slightly disrespectful just to see if you react.