Perlarian Myanmar.

Sejak akhir akhir ni sy terbaca kisah pembunuhan orang islam di Myanmar. Baru baru ni, ada seorang hamba Allah ni masuk ke halaman rumah aku kerana pagar tidak berkunci, lalu dia mengetuk pintu rumah dan memberi salam. Aku bertanya dia daripada mana, dia menjawab dia perlarian dari Myanmar. Pemegang pass UNCHR. Teringat pula aku pernah bertanya kepada tukang potong rumput rumah aku, dia kata orang yg berstatus Perlarian memang susah nak dapatkan pekerjaan di Malaysia. Maka, terasa sebak hati apabila melihat air muka hamba Allah yg datang ke rumah aku tu. Dia bukan meminta sedekah, tetapi hanya menjual sehelai kertas fotostat bacaan doa harian. Terpulang lah berapa yg nak diberi kepadanya. Lalu aku menghulur beberapa yg ada dalam walletku. Pada hari jumaat pula aku ke masjid di Kg. Pandan untuk solat jumaat. Setiap kali aku lalu pintu masuk masjid tersebut, hamba Allah seorang wanita meminta sedekah. Dia telah lama meminta sedekah. Sejak daripada anak yg dia kendong tu kecil sehinggalah anaknya turut meminta sedekah. Aku tak pernah hulur seSen pun kepada mereka kerana berfikiran tak nak menggalakkan orang meminta sedekah. Tapi, aku baru sedar, si Ibu tu adalah perlarian Islam yang mungkin tidak dapat bekerja di Malaysia. Hanya sedekah sahaja yang mampu dipinta setiap kali Jumaat. 

Sekiranya anda berjumpa perlarian Myanmar seIslam, bantu lah mereka. Bukan niat mereka nak menjadi perlarian. Bukan niat mereka nak meminta minta. Tapi mungkin kerana sesuap nasi untuk dirinya dan keluarga. Setidaknya ada antara mereka yang menjual tisu atau sekeping kertas biasa. Mereka berniaga seperti saranan Nabi kita. 

Apabila aku melepak dengan kawan kawan di kedai makan, ada yang order air pelbagai rasa dan warna. Kebanyakan mereka tidak menghabiskan air minuman mereka sehabis habisnya. Tidak bersyukur dengan rezeki yang ada. Jikalau di saat kesempitan wang, boleh pula mereka mengadu domba. Menyalahkan kerajaan mahupun pembangkang dengan tomahan pelbagai cerita. Tetapi mereka lupa untuk menghargai minuman yang berbaki di dalam cawan masing-masing. Samalah juga ceritanya mengenai makanan di pinggan masing masing.

Kisah pembunuhan orang Islam tersebut, kisah perlarian saudara kita di Malaysia harus kita perlajari.

APA PUN UNTUK DIRI KITA, BERSYUKUR LAH DENGAN KEAMANAN YANG KITA ADA SETAKAT HARI INI, DAN PERLIHARA LAH IA. BERSYUKURLAH SEKIRANYA ANDA HIDUP SELESA DAN MEMPUNYAI REZEKI MELIMPAH RUAH. USAHALAH DAN UBAHLAH TARAF HIDUP ANDA, SEMENTARA ANDA MASIH ADA KEMAMPUAN. 

KEJAYAAN ITU PENTING. TETAPI BERSYUKUR ITULAH MERUPAKAN KEJAYAAN YANG SEBENAR.

Of patients, patience and care for the world. -- copy from Soo Ewe Jin

Oh, hello people.. this is an article I picked from Sunday Starters in The Star 20th May 2012.. I like reading Soo Ewe Jin's writings as it is simple and easy to understand..So, lets read it out..

THERE are many who think that our world is getting too divisive. That people are disagreeing about everything under the sun, and are increasingly resorting to silly antics to make their point.
We can, under such circumstances, feel despair, or we can perhaps take a look at things from a different perspective.
And there is no better place to start than to visit someone in the hospital. But instead of going straight to his room, you should explore the hospital a bit.
At the accident and emergency unit, you see people in life-and-death situations. There is a lot of activity there as anxious relatives and friends mingle with overworked doctors and nurses.
You might want to take a detour to the orthopaedic department. Here you may observe patients with plaster casts sharing stories about road accidents and how many broken ribs they have.
At the oncology ward, you will see patients young and old, of different creed and walks of life. And if you listen, you hear stories about how non-smokers can get lung cancer and that hair loss due to chemotherapy is only temporary.
A visit to the children's oncology ward is bound to bring tears as you see youngsters still full of joy even as they go through treatment.
If you start feeling a bit depressed, head to the maternity unit. There you can see rows of babies, and happy fathers peering through the glass windows rejoicing in the new additions to their families.
And I would certainly recommend a visit to the blood bank where we will be reminded that whatever the colour of our skin, the colour of our blood is still the same red.
Just as the patients come in all sorts of shapes and colours, so, too, do the doctors, the nurses, and the hospital staff.
If you can forgive some of the complaints about bad service, you will agree with me that in the hospital, all are committed to helping the sick get better in a very cosmopolitan environment.
Besides teaching us that illness throws out biases, a hospital tour can also give us insight into how we can be good visitors.
When we visit someone in hospital, there is always the danger of saying and doing the wrong thing.
First of all, you are not a doctor, so try not to give advice on diet, medication and cures.
Being in hospital is tiring and trying for both patient and caregiver. And having to listen to endless stories about how a neighbour or colleague was cured by wheatgrass juice, Sabah snakegrass, or some other herb can wear them out.
The person you visit must be the only person that matters, so there is no need for him to know the details of someone else's illness at that point.
Many caregivers have shared with me how frustrating it is when visitors say things like, “His case is not as bad as so-and-so,” or “You must remain strong for him, don't cry.”
Understand that your presence can either be uplifting or strength-sapping. Your presence must give support and comfort, or else it defeats the purpose.
Be sensitive also to the caregiver. Although it is the patient who gets most of the attention, a comforting word and an appropriate gift for the caregiver is welcome balm for a tired soul.
It is not easy to be a caregiver, especially if the case is long-term. For long after the initial stream of visitors has disappeared, he or she will still have to be there, ministering to the needs of a loved one. And she needs to be encouraged as well.

> The Star, Deputy executive editor Soo Ewe Jin believes that the one language that unites us all is the language of love, spoken not as words, but in our actions.