Aiman Azlan's Blog

Winter is coming. The day is getting shorter and the night is getting longer. That means that the prayer times are closer together. To give you an idea, this is the prayer times today (November 20th, 2012): Prayer times. The conflict that might arise while studying here is that classes clash with prayer times. I try my best to arrange my class schedule so that the conflict doesn't happen but sometimes I can't avoid it, especially when the timings have changed so much that the prayers are close together. Unlike Malaysia, the fluctuation in prayer timings is pretty huge here and I think it's because Canada has four seasons. This semester, every Monday I have a 3-hour Psychology lecture from 2-5pm. Asr time is at 2:30pm and Maghrib is before 5pm. Usually the lecture ends early or I would leave the class early, and I would pray Asr in the prayer room. On Monday yesterday, the lecture didn't end early nor could I leave early because there was a test during the...

I attended a mental health awareness event last Sunday and I displayed the video above at the event along with artworks from various people. Since this video has a healing aspect to it, I figured it was a suitable piece to display at the event. A cute boy came to me, pulled my arm to get my attention, and said, "Could you please turn the video off? I don't like it." I was stunned. I smiled and wanted to know more about what this boy was thinking. I asked that we watched the video together and he can tell me what he thinks. So there he was, narrating every minute of my video. He didn't like the fact that I was punched by a guy in the video. I asked him, "What do you think?" He said, "I don't like it. You have to turn it off." I was very careful with what I said to this boy because I was on the verge of sending the wrong message. I was very afraid. I smiled more than I talked. This boy has muted me. Thankfully, his father was there...

26 Disember 2016 Ahmad: I don't want to lie. Anis: You don't have to. Ahmad meletakkan buku tersebut kembali ke dalam kotak, bersama dengan barang-barang lain yang disimpan olehnya.  Ahmad: But I don't want to tell the truth either. Anis memegang bahu Ahmad. Ahmad menoleh ke arah Anis dan tenggelam jauh ke dalam renungan matanya. Daripada raut wajah suaminya, Anis dapat mengesan sesuatu. Anis:  Apa yang Abang takutkan? Ahmad tersentap mendengar soalan itu dilontarkan kepadanya.  Ahmad:  Abang...Abang...sebenarnya... Ahmad tidak dapat meneruskan kata-katanya. Dia tidak dapat meletakkan nama kepada punca ketakutannya itu. Dia tidak pernah menyoal dirinya. Dia juga tidak pernah menyoal mengapa dia menyimpan masa silamnya dalam sebuah kotak yang mengumpul habuk di dalam perpustakaan rumahnya.  Ahmad:  I don't know. Ahmad menghembus nafas yang berat di dada.  Dia merenung barang-barang di dalam kotak usangnya. Setiap barang mewakili...