Betul ke nie??

Post kali ini adalah dalam versi Melayu.. Kenapa?? Entah.. Maybe penulis nie rindu kat MALAYSIA kot.. huhu.. Seriously, rindu.. Especially kat bilik tidurku.. Oh, MALAYSIA tanah airku!! Haha.. Sejak bila jadi patriotik nie??

Ada satu kisah sebenarnya. Kisah nie tak taula boleh percaya ke x.. Ikut org yg membaca la nak percaya ke x nak. "Apa yg penting?? Kerjasama..!!" haha.. x delah.. k, kite truskan dgn kisah tu ye.. Bersedia.. Ready.. 1..2...3...action!!

Malam tu, penulis dan housematesnya (Zulaikha, kak Piya, kak Lieya n kak Ziela) pergi ke rumah kak Ain, kak Idayu n kak Noni atau rumah mereka lebih dikenali dgn nama hamra'.. utk melaksanakan Qiamullail.. Tapi..!! penulis dan kawan penulis..iaitu Zulaikha x bangun pon mlm tu.. sedar2 rupenya dah nak sahur.. Boleh je solat lagi time nie.. So, solat la 2 rakaat.. pastu sahur sama2.. Lepas subuh, kami bermalas2 lagi atas tilam kak idayu.. Malas tul nak balik rumah time tu.. alih2 ada tafaqquh rupenya pagi tu.. Dalam pukul 8 tu penulis n teman sebayanya nak balik rumah.. nak bersiap. Tapi..!! x jadi.. tau sebab ape?? Kunci x de!! Adooii!! kne tunggu kak Lieya or kak Ziela balik.. Naik la atas balik pergi rumah hamra' tadi.. Yg peliknya.. apesal tah.. x sampai2.. "Bio btol nie zul..!! Camne nie??" Zulaikha hanya menggeleng. 'X pe x pe rilex..' penulis menenangkan rentak jantung yg dah mula lain macam. Tiba2..Zulaikha atau nama nicknya, Zul, menolak satu pintu yg x berkunci. Ingatkan dah jumpe rumah hamra'. Rupa2nya... Eyh.. apesal mcm lain je nie?? Mereka menggonyoh2 mata yg tidak gatal. Zul dgn selambanya melangkah masuk ke dalam. Penulis apelagi.. ikut jejak laa.. Tup2.. jumpe kak Ziela, kak Lieya n kak Piya kat situ.. "Nielah Amman.. Selamat dtg ke Amman..!!" Kak Ziela bersuara. 'Pelik btul.. macam pintu Doraemon la pulak. Ermm x pela.. ikut saja..!!' cetus suara hati penulis ketika itu.

First, mereka ke Mecca Mall yg amat famous di Jordan tu.. kak Ziela kata die teringin sangat nak makan masakan cine kat situ.. Teringin sgt2.. Melebihi org yg mengidam!! haha.. Anyway, x pela.. ikut je.. Sementara tunggu utk berbuka, mereka fikir baik pergi shopping dulu alang2 dah ada kat Amman nie.. Sebelum tu, pergi solat dulu. Bagus x shopping complex kat sini.. ada azan.. bagus kan?? Yg peliknya..Mecca Mall nie sunyi je time tu.. x ramai org.. beza sgt dgn K.Lumpur.. kakak2 tu kata maybe sebab bulan puasa kot.. Ermm x pela lagi bagus.. x de kena bersesak2.. Tapi..!! Seusai sahaja habis mewindow shopping kat satu kedai cendermata nie.. eyh, x habis lagi pon sebenarnya.. kena halau sebab die nak tutup kedai dah. Padahal waktu tu baru pukul 5ptg x silap. Ermm x pela pergi kedai lainlah.. Tup2.. kedai2 lain pon mengikut langkah yg sama.. Kesian.. Sedih je.. Kedai buku pon tutup. Alih2 mereka tunggu la utk bukak puasa kat salah satu restoran yg ada kat situ..

Penulis n kak Lieya pesan spagetti. Zul pesan burger. kak Piya pesan roti pizza yg x mcm pizza. Isi die kat dalam. Pelik skit pizza die. Nama die bkn pizza rasanya. Ape bende tah. Lastly, kak Ziela.... die pada mulanya..setia menunggu restoran yg ada masakan cina tu buka..tapi x buka2.. akhirnya memilih nasi ape tah.. agak banyak yg akhirnya x mampu dihabiskan olehnya.. Kesian..nasi itu mesti menangis mengenangkan nasib dirinya yg akan dibuang begitu sahaja.. Penulis digelar sebagai heroin kerana berjaya mghabiskan spagettinya yg agak banyak dan agak kureng rasanya. Kak lieya telah cuba sedaya mungkin..namun tidak berjaya mghabiskan spagettinya. kak piya x aci sebab die minta untuk tapau..atau dlm arabicnya safari. Zul pulak..igtkan habis..tapi x habis juga.. Dia tapau jugak tapi tapau daging burger tu je. Roti tinggal.. huhu.. Muak katanya..

Then, mereka pergi main bowling pulak. Satu game 3 dinar kot. Blurr je igtan waktu tu. Beli 3 game kot. mainla utk 5 org.. huhu.. X de yg strike pon. Bnyk msk longkang.. haha.. pengalaman pertama penulis main bowling. Kat Amman tu.. jgn main2.. Tapi, boleh tahan gakla.. Pemain terhebat waktu tu kak lieya kot. Tengah syok2 main tu, air yg ditapau skali tadi tumpah.. alamak!! mcmana nie?? klu kat Malaysia mesti dah kena marah. Apalah org Arab tu kata. Bajet nak sorokla.. tapi kantoi gak.. Segan je.. org arab tu bawa kain lap siap. Apela yg die kata ek?? Entah2 die kata 'Dahla main pon asyik masuk longkang. Buat tumpah air plak dah.. Eisy dak2 nih..' huhu.. Entah btol entah idok..

Abis main bowling, nak kne cari hotel tuk solat n tidur semalaman sebab dah mlm sgt kot waktu tu. Pergila ke 'Abdali.. Tau kenapa?? sebab dgr2 kat situ ada hotel murah.. dalam 8 dinar je. Sampai hotel yg diperkatakan itu, mereka semua terkezut!! x kan la 8 dinar je mcm nie?? agak mewah.. dah amat murah kalau btul harganya 8 dinar untuk semalaman. Tanya2 kat kaunter.... mak oooii!! bukan 8 dinar.. bukan 5 dinar.. bukan 1 dinar.. tapi..!! plg murah.. 70 dinar tu pon utk seorg ke dua org.. blurr.. x ingat.. x pasti.. Aduhh!! mcmana nie.. Alih2.. cari hotel lain dekat2 situ.. Masuklah satu hotel nie.. Erk.. bukan hotel kot.. motel rasanya.. murah mmg murah.. dalam 5 ke 8 dinar. Tapi..!! Ya Allah!! mengerikan n menakutkan n... mcm2 laa.. x sanggup rasanya.. akhirnya, kembali semula ke hotel yg agak mahal tadi.. bkn agak mahal.. mmg mahal!! Tanyalaa.. klu 5 org nak duduk satu bilik boleh x?? Dia x bagi.. rayu2.. dapatla satu bilik 5 org harga 110 JOD.. mak oooiii!! adooiii!! mcmane nie?? Bincang2.. buat keputusan rayu lagi. Minta x yah sahur.. rupanya sahur tu percuma je pon.. huhu.. Time pergi tgk bilik.. kak Lieya dgn mengumpulkan sisa2 kekuatan yg ada.. tanya kat org arab tu.. "fi musolla?? Mumkin nom fi musolla..??" org arab tu trus terkezut.. bawala mereka nie ke kaunter semula. Dia bagitahu kat teman sekerja dia yg mereka nie nak tidur kat musolla.. 2 Orang arab tu pon bincang2 balik.. Akhirnya, diorg buat keputusan.. bagi penulis n kawan2nya duduk kat dalam satu bilik dgn harga 100JOD.. tanpa pilihan, penulis dan teman2 seperjuangan ketika itu bersetuju utk membayar 20JOD seorang.. ha..!! ada satu waktu tu, ada pelayan bagi minum juice. Zul dgn selambanya bertanya "bibalash??" Betapa takut kalau2 terpaksa keluarkan duit untuk minuman tersebut. Sambil tersenyum dan menahan tawa, pelayan tersebut mengiyakan. haha.. Malam itu, penulis dan yg lain2 menggunakan sepenuhnya bilik yg berharga 100JOD utk semalaman tu. Solat tarawih x ditinggalkan..huhu.. Bajet nak turun sahur.. x nak tidur la konon.. alih2 x terbangun coz semua tertidur.. x pela.. sahur tu percuma.. x de rezeki.. redho2..

Time nak balik ke Irbid tu.. masa naik lif kat hotel, tiba2 je rasa macam nampak kak Idayu tengah tepuk2 bahu penulis.. 'Bile pulak kak Idayu ada nie?' Sedar2 rupe2nye ada kat hamra' lagi.. huhu.. Itulah kisah Amman di dalam dunia fantasi.. Menarik x? Bayangkan kalau benda2 tu btul2 terjadi.. huhu.. Entahlaa.. No comment..!!

p/s: kalau ada tokok tambah.. maafkan ambe neh..!!

Was It Rude?? Hurm...

Assalamualaikum w.b.t.

Long time no see right?? Huhu.. busy with my classes plus not in mood of writing before this..

It was in arabic class. I came on time on that day. Before this, I had once late for the class because of the bus which we called gonggok. Haha.. weird isn't it? It is not the arabic word. It is malay word which is the name of one species of worms, that is ulat gonggok. The name was given by the seniors becouse of the unique structure of that Germany made bus. Seriously it was really like that ulat gonggok. Right, continue to our main story. When I was late for that first time, Dr. Idtikhar was quite angry. I saw it through her face even though she didn't shout or scream or anything. Just that she gave us a warning for not coming late again. Okay2..we have to walk from the tibb building to handasah building which will take about 5-10 minutes. That is if we walk like we are having jogathon. If we walk with average, then maybe it will take about 15-20 minutes. Imagine how far and fast we have to jog..!! (penat sangat..!!) huhu.. However, I just try to have patience for it. Morever, this can strengthen our stamina through the whole first semester. Do not have to exercise anymore..haha..

Okay, we go to the main point in the story. That day, she was in her good mood. Maybe because all of us was on time. She started teaching about tafseer min soorah al an'am:152-153 in arabic. Some students understood shuaiy2(a little bit) and others were in blurrr..especially students who didn't have any basic in arabic. For the readers information, there was one student from america who even didn't know the huruf hija'iyyah and she is a muslim!! If I was not mistaken.. First, she and her friends who were also in blur didn't tell that they didn't understand. However, after about 10 to 20 minutes they started the drama.. huhu..

This drama may have been editted because of the technical problems..
Student: Dr., are we going to study the al-Qur'an in the whole class??
Dr.: This was just a little bit from it.
Student: We do not understand at all!! Can you give something easier as we are international students!!
Dr.: Ok2..You are Muslim right??
Student: Yeah!! But.......!
Dr.: Okay, if I teach about soorah al fatiha, is there anybody who does not know it?
Student: Yes, maybe this will be more easier..
After a few minutes learning and discussing al fatiha....
Student: Should we learn something like grammatical.. and all stuffs like that?? We even cannot read!! (She tried to read the words on board) Should we?? (buat muke nyampah)
Dr.: Then, how do you know al fatiha?
Student: I just read it by mouth!!
Dr.: Ok2..See me after the class..!!
Students(except malay students and a few arab students): (packing their bag and showing the mnympah face)

Was it rude? Maybe it was their culture to be like that. I mean straight to the point. If they do not understand, then they just raise their hands up. Not like the Malay culture. Very polite..!! Even if there is anything that is not understood, SOME malay students are timid to voice out.. Sometimes, I am like that too. huhu.. But I try to improve it by... maybe see the lecturers after the lectures.. My opinion, there is a polite way to voice out our not understanding. Not meaning that everytime we are not understand, we have to see the lecturers after the class. We can raise our hands up during the lectures but please speak or voice it out politely.

p/s: You know what? Many of JUST lecturers like the politeness of Malay students here!! Keep it up and improve it guys!!

Wassalam..

Sumptuous Food in Jordan.. ^_+ n Ahlan Wasahlan ya Ramadhan..!!

Assalamu'alaikum w.b.t.

Firstly, before I go further into the topic, I would like to wish all Muslims over the world 'Ramadhan kareem.. wa kullu antum bikhair.. Insyaallah' (Happy Ramadhan and hopefully you are fine..). There are many tazkirahs written by the bloggers out there. So, just read them and take something from there. Alright?? Anyway, let us try to make this Ramadhan better than the previous Ramadhan Insyaallah..

Next, we go to our main topic.. Hehe.. My advice, read only when u have broken fast.

Ok, the first Urdun or Jordan food that I ate was halawiyyat (dessert) which Jordanians called it as kinafah.. Maybe it was too sweet for someone that didn't like it. But for me, it was just nice. And I like it. huhu.. Here is the picture.

Kinafah.. sedap ooo..

Second was shawarma. There were two types of shawarma which were shawarma 'arabi and shawarma 'adi. Their tastes are same but the way they were fold was different. What a mouth watering shawarma..!!

Shawarma 'arabi

Shawarma 'adi

Third was layalilubnan, also one of the halawiyyat of Jordanians. Given by Kak Ziela and Kak Liya's neighbour who is one of the lecturers at Jordan University of Science and Technology (JUST). I like it!!

Layalilubnan

The last one was Maqlubah. It was rice which was cooked with chicken and some 'rempah'. Maqlubah means 'terbalik' or up side down. This is because after cooking, the position of the chicken which is under the rice was changed up side down so that the chicken was on the top of the rice. Very delicious..!!

Maqlubah

Hurmm, wanna have some?? Ahlan wasahlan ilal Urdun!! (Welcome to Jordan!!) Hehe..

Wassalam.