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A tour Around Jolo, Sulu

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  Assalamu Alaykum! (Peace be with you!) I just realized... I haven't talked much about my videos about Sulu in this blog. I have a playlist which you can watch if you are interested in seeing (or maybe visiting?) my dear homeplace.  Just check it out here: JOLO, SULU PLAYLIST You can watch this instead:      Yup, that is all for today.   PS. I am mulling over the idea of transferring my blog from blogspot to wordpress...  hmmmmmm    

The life we live

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Assalamu Alaykum (Peace be upon you all) I was still conducting my history taking with a patient in the out-patient department under TCVS (Thoracic and Cardiovascular Surgery) when I received a sad news. A good friend of mine died just the morning of that day in the hospital. Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raajiun. (Indeed we are from Allah and to Him we shall all return) He was still young, around his 20s. He was a cheerful classmate, a very good-natured guy. And above all else he was a humble, righteous and sincere Muslim brother. He died on a blessed Friday which is a wonderful sign. He lived a short yet satisfied life. May Allah be pleased with him and his deeds and accept him with His boundless mercy. May Allah lighten his grave and make things easy for him to enter Jannah in sha Allah. Allahumma ameen. And May Allah make our deaths as peaceful and as blessed as that wonderful brother had. Indeed life is nothing but a fleeting hour-glass just waiting for that last ...

Facing Fears.

Catching up on things. There are times I just wanted to do nothing but delve deep in my thoughts. Deep thoughts about anything, feeling tired (or rather, bored) of writing them down on my Journal; even how significant they may have been those moments...  And in some instances, I just do not have enough time to write, or I feel too exhausted to even look for my always-hiding pen. But I always love to keep record of what's happening to me. Lest other people who will find my journal another 50 years from now would know nothing about me. And here I am. = = = = = From the Novel: "Puddang Jiyanji-an" An excerpt from the Diary of Mukhtar Jundam August 23, 1998 "How would it feel to DIE suddenly in a small market you do not even know where..." You were shot with a gun; and you're falling to the ground. A man who happened to know you (or thought knew you; and certainly you haven't met him before) had just fired a bullet, piercing through your heart...  ...