Ahmad Sampang ibnu Hajiri, MD

A Personal blog by a Tausug medical student (now a doctor!) from Sulu and the stories that inspired him.
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Bismillah.

I don't have anything noteworthy to say about the issue on the recent Pork-Barrel Scam. In fact, there are still a lot of things I don't understand about this issue (and I don't have much time to read about all the stuff about them ><)

But being able to observe what happened this morning was something worth talking about. Honestly I was amazed how a great number of people can organize themselves and raise their sentiments to their government in a seemingly peaceful way. It what they now known as the "Million People March".

A streetchild observes the students passing by, joining the Million People March
I never planned in joining the rally in the first place. I was still too sleepy that morning and I still have hundreds of readings to do for the next exam (or so I pretend that I am actually reading them)... With my newly brewed coffee in my hand my phone rang, and it was from a classmate, asking me if I will join the "march". At first I said no, and made a lot of reasonable reasons. But in the end, I was still stuck with nothing much to do (after all, I did finished some good part of my assignments last night). And maybe I can get some good shots. So I went along and finished my coffee with a gulp, took a swift shower, wore a simple plain white shirt, brought my camera, and went to PGH (where the UP Manila contingents will be meeting)
Bismillah.

Mataud na isab in jimajatu biháun subay dihilan natu’ waktu hátihun. Ha hula’ masi-masi in habal sin pagsaggaw-tau atawa kan pagkidnap. Ha pila adlaw puas sin bulan Ramadhan nagsunud-sunud isab in pagbustak madtu-mari. Timampal da isab in habal sin pagtakaw siyn sin manga tau ha parinta Pilipinas (bunnal way kita lamud kanila, sa’ lapay ra kita sin kakahinang ini). Magsusung da isab in adlaw sin pagbilma’rup sin parinta pilipinas iban sin tumpukan MILF. Ha habal ba’gu yan nagpamahalayak na sin kalimayahan in Maas Nur Misuari iban MNLF ha hula’. Ha hula’ malayu’ isab biya’ sin Egypt dimatung na in waktu pag-atubang sin tau raayat iban sin sundalu sin parinta nila… Di’ aku makarihil pamikilan (opinion) ha tiyap-tiyap habal nasabbut, mataud pa aku masi di’ kahátihan. Sa ha katán sin nasabbut yadtu, hambuuk da in matampal káku’: napulak-kanat in raayat Muslimiyn biháun.

Bunnal awn manga habal marayaw magdatung, sa’ kamatauran labi makasusa. Ha biháun kiykita’ ku in raayat muslimiyn, luba na in manga kabataan, di’ na kayngatan bang hisiyu in agarun. Bang mu agarun in hambuuk mamuklasi kaw ha hambuuk. Gamman na hikaganap sin pagpulak-kanat sin ummat natu’. Bukun ka in patumtum kátu’ sin Tuhan Mahamulliya ha Ayat niya ha Qur’an:

“Wa’tasimuw bihablillahi Jamiaw wa la Tafarrakuw…”

“Gunggung kamu pa lubid (Qur’an) sin Tuhan Allah magsama-sama maghambuuk, iban ayaw kamu mapulak-kanat…” (Surah Al-Imran :103)

Mayta’ di’ kitaniyu makahibal bilang hambuuk ummat? Mayta’ di’ kitaniyu makalawag hambuuk tunggal nakura’? Mayta’ kitaniyu masi-masi napupulak-kanat? Ku’nu baha; dumatung in waktu mahambuuk na kitaniyu katán?

In manga pangasubu ini amsi-masi ha lawm pangatayan ku. Kalu awn baha’ kaniyu makarihil sawa, makajawab kanila?

Salam Kasilasa.
Anak iluh


Bismillah

Nagbaha' ha Taft
Iyabutan na isab kami sin ulan matigda’ diy ha hula’ Manila. Ulan matigda’ agaran sin hangin makusug. Di’ isab mabilang unus in kaybanan, sa sibu’ da in guwa’ niya: Maglakab-baha’ na isab ha kaybanan lugal; masuspend na isab in klas sin kaiskul-iskulan (magkalapay ra sambil kami ha medschool; ampa bukun langug bang masuspend in class pasal kami bata; iskul da in magmula). Di’ magkaubus in hangaka tahun sin wayruun lumabay ulan dakula’ pa hula’ ini. Gaid sin bunnal in bayta’ sin kamáasan sin awn tuud mulka’ ha hula’ ini.

Di’ kapaglangugan in hula’ ini bang dumatung in bagyu agaran pa ulan matigda’ iban paglakab-baha’ ha karán-dánan. Magtrapik na isab. In manga tau sa da lumubung pa baha’ yaun nag-aanud ha supaya maka-untas hadja sin dán. Di’ ra maunu bang malanu’ in tubig yaun nag-aanud, sa’ ná kayngatan tan a, yaun na katan in kalummi’-lummian naglamud-lamud. Sa’ unu isab in mahinang ta? Duwal bang kaw mabaya’ matuwg ha sawm sisilungan. Sa’ da kaw umuntas. (Manghugas mayan marayaw pagdatung pa báy.)

Katumtuman ku bang mag-ulan matigda’ ha Lupa’ Súg paglakaban da isab bihayni. Mag-anud in tubig dayng ha taasan (kagimbahan) sampay pa manga San Raymundo iban Martirez yadtu, di’ na ma karaganan mutul iban sikad-sikad. Sa’ para kaku’ magma pa in ha hula’, di’ lumugay malawa’ da (maray’ diy’ isab ha manga tulay yadtu. Allahu Alam bihaun, kalu narayaw na). Sa’ in tubig baha’ diy ha Manila ini bukun siya “brown” laung sin anggalis, magma biya’ abuhun pa itum madtu. Na di’ tan a kaw suysuyan mayta’.

Nakasulay na aku imuntas sin dán liyalakaban diy ha Manila ini. Wayna aku mahinang, sa’ da umuntas pasal magtitigda’ pa in ulan. Lumugay maglanguy na kami kaagi. Na imuntas na in bagay mu. Di’ tuud manjari in tawmpa’ kum bunnal sa. Sa’ ku diyakdakan nakatuw (haha). Na bihayni na in kahálan sin hula’ ini bang magdatung in bagyu (June pa September).

Limubung na in bata'-bata' ini ha baha'
Bang mag-ulan matigda’ ha hula’ kalasahan, gamman bayaan aku mamaygu’ ulan. Katumtuman in waktu bata’-bata’ pa sin magdágan-dágan kami iban mga bagay ku, iban kappal-kappal namu’ hiyuhukutan (in kappal-kappal manjari tsinelas, galun-galun, bunut, luluunan miniral, atawa kan dahun malaggu’). Sa’ dayndiy ha Manila? Sulay kaw mamaygu’ ulan, dugayng in tubig niya. Mahaggut ubus bukun, gamman kaw isab kalummian.


Maglulugay aku riy ha hula’ ini, magduruhun in pagtumtum ku pa hula’ ku. Sa’ subay ku ra isab hipatumtum pa baran ku sin yari aku ha hula’ ini, nanuntut ilmu’, bukun pa baran ku sa’ pa hula’ ku kalasahan. Sari na madtu mabutas aku pa manga kalasahan ku ha lawm pila tahun. In shaa Allah dumatung da in waktu makabalik da aku kanila. Ha waktu yadtu bang dumatung na in shaa Allah awn na hikatabang ku. Sári na malumuk mabasa’ sin ulan matigda’. Sári na malubug mabasa’ in tawmpa iban pantalun sin baha’. Sári na mangatul sin lummi’ sin tubig baha’ (hehe). In mga ini lumabay ra. Dumatung da in waktu kabalikan ku in ulan matigda’ ha hula’ ku kalasahan.


Salam Kasilasa.



Bismillah.

There are so many things I wanted to write about in the weeks that passed. But thanks to my class schedules and the after-class-schedules, I wasn’t able to find even a short time to do so. Even my daily journal notebook is already filled with blank pages. There are just so many things that need to be done, and so little free time in my hand. Or there maybe some free times, but I’m just too focused on something else (like taking some sleep that I have been deprived of for weeks now). But then, there are things that I cannot hold on and keep in my mind. There are times that I have to write them down no matter what, lest I forget them, lest I would never be able to express what I really feel right at the moment I had that idea or feeling; lest I would regret not doing anything at all and let those things become remnants of the past.

It is already the end of Ramadhan. Indeed that is actually a sad thing to Muslims, we are not actually happy that the month of fasting is already over. But it’s not something I wanted to talk about today, so if you are curious as to why Muslims would be sad because Ramadhan is already leaving, find a Muslim friend and kindly ask them why. What I wanted to talk, write, post about is yet another sad thing that happened in this holy month: the two sets of Bombings that occurred in two separate places, Cagayan de Oro City and Cotabato City.

I have been to CDO for many times when I was still in MSU Marawi. Maybe it’s weird that even though I haven’t stayed in that city for more than 3 days at one time, I really liked the city. It had this friendly atmosphere that I only feel in few cities I have been to (Manila is very far from that, I’m sorry to say). On the other hand, I have only been to Cotabato twice only: first during my interviews for my application in the Regionalization Program of the UP College of Medicine, and last to attend a Bangsamoro Youth Conference. Both of which have made great importance to me as I have spend fond memories while I was in Cot.City.

And so, the news of two sets of bombings in both cities I have known and been to, is indeed a saddening news to everyone. Whether they are connected or not, and for whatever reasons those perpetrators are doing this, there is just one thing I am sure of: Islam and the Muslim community condemns these actions! Leave alone that it happen in one of the holiest months in Islam, the month of Peace and reconciliation, the month that every Muslim holds dear to, the month wherein violence is prohibited for whatever reason they may be (even those at war are prohibited to act violently in this month!); of all the months that it could happen, why in this holy month of Ramadhan? We could directly consider this an act of disrespect to this great month, and to the teachings of Islam as well.

I said, leave alone that it happened in Ramadhan, but the mere fact of doing this grievous crime indiscriminately: involving even the innocent public, is indeed something to condemn. Those in Mindanao like me who have first-hand experiences of such kind of violence, and losing those love ones dear to you, knows how it feels: how the family of those victims feel, how those affected indirectly feels, how the fear, the terror of seeing those blasts give shiver in their souls every time they remember, every time they hear the loud sound of bombs exploding right in front of them.  I know what they feel. And believe me, it’s not something you really want to remember in your life, ever again.

And we asked,” Where is justice here”?

I know I may not be able to do anything about what happened. I cannot do anything and help the family of the victims or to let the perpetrators of these heinous crimes be punished on due time for what they did. All I can do for now (as what I have always been limited to do in the past; every time such thing occurs in my dear homeland, Sulu), is pray. Pray that the names below will still have their share of justice if not in this worldly life, but in the next life in sha Allah.

The victims of the CDO bombing whom I failed to get the names, and the victims of the recent Cotabato Bombing namely: Nasruddin Guialal and Salipudin Sindatok (both died at 10PM last August 6 in Cotabato Regional and Medical Center or CRMC where I took the interviews); Usop Jaji, Samsuddin Ahari, Sangcola Satol, SPO3 Mama Manambuay, Jeanice Menak (5 years old), Jebbin Menak (7 y.o.), Harris Unto (9 y.o.) and including the 40 others who were injured. You will never be forgotten in sha Allah.

And as we try to solve those seemingly unanswered questions; As we demand for the seemingly undelivered justice to the victims and their family; our hearts cry for them; our hearts pray that may Allah send Mercy on those innocent victims, and let the day come when Real Justice will be served. Maybe we cannot expect to find justice in this world (especially in this government), but in the Next life to come, on the day when the Judge is only Allah, when his Judgement will be the only Justice and Law; where no one can ever hide from his wealth, power, influence or connections; where everyone will see his deeds, every single of it; where the oppressed will be raised and oppressors be punished. If till that day comes that we can do nothing but pray, then we should never cease from praying that in shaa Allah, justice will surely come. For Allah is the Just, the All-Powerful, the Protector of the weak, the King of all kings, and He who Answers all prayers.

I end my thoughts here. Forgive me if I ever wrote something that doesn’t suit your opinion. This is just what I am feeling right now, and this is just yet one way for me to release these emotions welling up inside of me.

Advance Eid Mubrak to all the Muslim brothers and sisters.

Salam Kasilasa.
Bismillah.

I am posting this before the Eid for this year arrives (it’s either August 8 or 9), so I am writing before the actual Eid is happening and there might be some changes of thoughts that may happen within that short time, and thus whatever I might have written here may be different after Eid (in shaa Allah, I do hope so it will).

First off, it will be my second year spending ‘Eid far away from my family AND on a non-Muslim community. I have actually spend some ‘Eids away from home years ago, but those times where happy-‘ol-times as I can still feel the atmosphere of unexplainable happiness of spending the ‘Eid with your Muslim brothers (remember, I have spend more than 4 years in Marawi City :D and oh I miss that place). But this time of the year (well, it actually started last year), it’s a totally different world.

I remember last year’s Eid. I was happy during the first few hours after the Eid prayers as I was spending some time with my Muslim friends (you know who you are guys, thank you very much for spending those short times with me :). But after some time they have to return to their onw respective family… And so I was left in my room again that day, spending the rest of the Eid reading my lectures on Human Anatomy and Physiology. Really, that was one of my saddest ‘Eid ever. Will I spend this year’s ‘Eid that way too? (I actually have another Mega exam this Thursday ><)

 Yes, there are a number of Muslim communities here in Manila; Yes, I do have close Muslims friends I can go visit and spend the Eid with; but I don’t know why. I just feel this something “it’s different here” syndrome. I just can’t hide what I feel right now. As the ‘Eid approaches now, I am actually feeling sad than happy: something that I should not be feeling right now.

Maybe a friend of mind was right when he said: “You are just missing your family, that’s all. Or maybe you are just failing too many quizzes, and you want to go home already. You are such a loser.” (I think it’s only one of the two choices).

Oh well, as I said earlier, I am writing this BEFORE the EID actually happens. I should not be delving on something that is not yet happening. We can never tell what will happen tomorrow: maybe I will find something that will make me happy. No, I SHOULD FIND SOMETHING TO MAKE ME HAPPY on Eid. Why did I forget that there are always so many things to be happy about Eid. Astaghfirullah. Maybe I may not be able to spend this year’s Eid with my beloved family and friends: praying with the Jamaah in my community, eating with them, visiting relatives, playing with the kids in our neighborhood with their new clothes and toys, seeing happy faces familiar and so dear to me. Maybe I am just being near-sighted and had forgotten to do what I always say in those “high-school autographs” under “What’s your motto in life”: 

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