Banyak Jenis Orang

Ada orang yang memang tahu,dan dia nak orang tahu yang dia tu tahu..Orang yang macam ni semasa cikgu mengajar dia akan menyahut dan mengiakan kata-kata cikgu itu.Kadang-kadang dia tolong habiskan ayat yang ingin cikgu itu sebut.

Ada orang yang memang tak tahu,tapi dia taknak orang tahu yang dia tak tahu.Orang yang macam ni kalau cikgu tanya dia akan toleh kiri kanan,gelabah minta tolong orang sebelah.Apa yang orang sebelah cakap,dia main ikut sahaja.

Ganjil 2

Lokasi : Kelas Bahasa Rusia itu
Masa : Suatu senja pada musim luruh itu

Arah cikgu blonde,"Buat ayat dan ajukan soalan kepada kawan."

"Selalunya sebelum tidur saya akan belajar dan mengulangkaji pelajaran.Apa yang awak selalu buat sebelum tidur?"-kawan aku

"Selalunya sebelum tidur saya akan gosok gigi."-aku

"Ekekeke..Berapa lama awak gosok gigi?",gelak cikgu blonde itu.

Masuk seorang cikgu tua,mak mertua cikgu blonde itu,"Kenapa kamu semua duduk,mengajar lagi?Kenapa tak bagi budak-budak ni balik?Bukan kelas habis pukul 4.40 ke?"

Ganjil

Lokasi : Dalam Trolley bus itu
Masa : Suatu tengah hari itu

"Penumpang2 diminta untuk menbayar tambang bas kepada konduktor.."

"Harga tambang = 6 rubles
Harga tambang percuma = 100 rubles"

"Stesen sterusnya..Ploshad Chekiztov"

Dua Kali Kecewa

"Tak lama lagi tahun baru.Selalunya tahun baru kita sambut dengan meriah,ada persembahan.Kamu semua nak buat persembahan,nyanyi-nyanyi macam tahun 1,2 dan 3 dulu?",tanya cikgu kurus berambut blonde itu.

"Taknak!".kata Mus.
"Kami semua dah besar panjang",kata aku,spontan.

"Kita ada lagu baru yang best-best..Dewan pun dah baru.Ada muzik semua,macam artis.",kata cikgu berambut blonde yang kurus itu.

"Taknak!".Kata Zura.Geleng-geleng kepala.
"Macam budak-budak,buat barisan atas pentas,nyanyi-nyanyi.",tambah Kak Huda.

Yang lain ada yang tersengih,ada yang buat bunyi,ada yang tarik muka.

"Saya kecewa dengan kamu semua.Kamu semua fikir dulu,lain kali saya akan tanya lagi.",kata cikgu kurus berambut blonde itu.

"Jangan..NANTI KECEWA DUA KALI..",kata aku,dalam hati...

*Dialog ini telah diringkaskan.Kali ini kami taknak mengalah kepada cikgu blonde yang kurus,yang tak sporting itu.Kami perlukan anjakan paradigma.

Siapa Pengganas?!

Who’s the terrorist?
I’m the terrorist?
How I am a terrorist when you have taken my land?
Who’s the terrorist?
You are the terrorist!
You have taken everything I own when I am living in own homeland

You are killing us like you have killed our ancestors
You want me to go to the law?
What for?
You are the lawyer, the witness and the judge
If you are my judge
I’ll be sentenced to death
You want us to be the minority?
To end up the majority in the cemetery?
In your dreams!

You are a democracy?
Actually its more like the Nazis!
Your countless raping of the Arabs’ soul
Finally impregnated it
Gave birth to your child
His name : Suicide Bomber
And then you call him the terrorist?
You attack me but still you cry out
When I remind you it was you who attacked me
You silence me and shout :
“But you let small children throw stones!”
“Don’t they have parents to keep them at home?”

What?!
You must have forgotten you buried our parents under the rubble of our homes
And now when my agony is so immense
You call me the terrorist?!

Who’s the terrorist?
I’m the terrorist?
How I am a terrorist when you have taken my land?
Who’s the terrorist?
You are the terrorist!
You have taken everything I own when I am living in own homeland

Why terrorist?! Because my blood is not calm…It’s boiling
Because I hold my head high for my homeland
You have killed my loved ones
Now I’m all alone
My parents driven out
But I will remain to shout out

I’m not against peace
Peace is against me
It’s going to destroy me
Erase my culture
You don’t listen to our voices
You silence us and degrade us

And who are you?!
And when do you become ruler?!
Look how many you have killed
And how many orphans you have created
Our mothers are crying
Our fathers are in anguish
Our land is disappearing

And I’ll tell you who you are!
You grew up spoiled
We grew up in poverty
Who grew up with freedom?
And who grew up in confinement?
We fight for our freedom
But you have made that a crime
And you the terrorist!-Call me the terrorist!

Who’s the terrorist?
I’m the terrorist?
How I am a terrorist when you have taken my land?
Who’s the terrorist?
You are the terrorist!
You have taken everything I own when I am living in own homeland

So when will I stop being a terrorist?!
When you hit me and I return the other cheek
How do you expect me to thank
The one who harmed me?!

I tell you what!
You tell me how you want me to be!
Down on my knees with my hands tied up
My eyes to the ground
Surrounded by goodies
Houses destroyed
Families driven out
Our children orphaned
Our freedom chained up

You oppress
You kill
We bury
But we remain patient
We’ll suppress our pain
Most importantly you feel secure
Just relax and leave us all the pain

You see, our blood is like that of dogs
Not even!
When dogs die they receive sympathy
So our blood is not as valuable as a dogs
No-my blood is valuable
And I will continue to defend myself
Even if you call me a terrorist


Meen Erhabe (Who’s the terrorist)
Music performed by the Palestinian group : DAM (Blood)

Dongak Ke Langit,Tunduk Ke Bumi

Semasa latihan pusat dahulu jurulatih ada cakap,"Awak jalan dah bergaya,cuma perlu dongak sikit.Bagi nampak gah".

Tapi di sini,di Russia ini,kau tak boleh jalan dongak.Kau kena tunduk ke bumi.Takut nanti terpijak...tahi anjing

Warna-warni Kehidupan..

Sabtu,1 September 2007
Semester baru,semangat baru,subjek baru..

“Ish,lecturer ni.Gunalah mic..Lecture hall ni besar.Student pula ramai.Macam mana nak dengar..Slide pun takde,cakap semata-mata”,Gegendang telinga menangkap ngomelan seorang pelajar,komplen.

Ya,dewan kuliah ini memang besar,pelajar juga memang ramai.Ada kuning langsat,ada yang coklat ciku,ada yang hitam manis.Aku,yang hitam,tak berapa manis pandang sekeliling.Akhirnya mata terpaku pada pensyarah,yang putih kemerah-merahan itu.

Aku menguap,terus melakar rambutnya yang coklat.

Semester baru,semangat baru,pensel ‘Shaker’ baru..

Sabtu,8 September 2007
Timbalan menteri penerangan Malaysia,Datuk Mohd Zahid Hamidi membuat lawatan rasmi ke Volgograd aka Stalingrad ini,berucap di dewan yang sama.Anehnya beliau bercakap menggunakan mic,dan layar tayangan slide itu berfungsi pula.

"Saya sebut betul,VOLGOGRAD!",kata beliau..