If Allah Doesn’t Love Me

 

Allah looks after us from birth to death

If Allah doesn’t love me, I would have a job now.

If Allah doesn’t love me, I wouldn’t be able to feel what’s it like, being a job seeker.

If Allah doesn’t love me, I would feel arrogant and complete. I would use my qualification as reason to show my success towards those who are unemployed.

If Allah doesn’t love me, I would leave my parent’s house at the early age and left them with my siblings as that was my initial thoughts when I was still an undergraduate. But Allah guided me and guides me. He took away any job vacancy in the government sector and gave it to those who needed the post more than I do.

If Allah doesn’t love me, I wouldn’t understand the world of commercialization, advertisement, economic scale and marketing. Being a job seeker for the past 3 years have taught me on how to survive and learn to extract money from people.

If Allah doesn’t love me, I would never have gotten to touch the abundance of profits laying in the world of business.

If Allah doesn’t love me, I would be lazy and just wait for the usual monthly salaries and the upcoming bonuses once or twice a year.

If Allah doesn’t love me, I would forever be the slave for the government.

If Allah doesn’t love me, I would borrow money from the bank. All sorts of attractive payment via installment on mortgages, car loans, property loans and any types of loans would eat my savings away.

If Allah doesn’t love me, who else is going to look after me.

Town

 

The town calls under the assumption of a tired river/

dirty it flows like an oil spill in the sea/

a child breathes the air of a liar/

the money splashes to the royal family

 

The people of the town tells the good story of the great ruler/

his face is everywhere, no insults a disclaimer/

hear me, hear me, oh Ministers of the sea/

your golden worldly, only your children have it be

 

Can someone tell me where the other half went/

I feel tired to walk along the Muara sand/

promise to give but scholarship I rant/

those chosen waiting for their unemployment train

 

I feel mischief burning inside me/

never get to hold the money from the Town/

to write something, I wish someone believe me/

the whereabouts of the lavish Crown

 

To criticize this Town is to fuel the anger/

of the many protesters silent in danger/

civil service this and developing plan that/

where’s my money sir, I’m the child of my dad 

 

Ellokhai is a Bruneian blogger, an enthusiastic rhymer and an amateur photographer based in Bandar Seri Begawan, Brunei Darussalam. He spends most of his day dating his guitar. His blog’s content is a pie of arbitrary topics, touching on insensitive issues relating to the youth of Bruneian lifestyle with a slice of poetry, a little salt of inspiring pictures and a plate of sincerely motivating advise.  

Maruah

 

Seorang insan di tanah melayu/

melihat putrinya bertemu bahu/

modernnya dunia senangnya berdayu/

dara tak lagi benda di rayu

 

Neraka dunia si putih bawa/

mereka bersuka, pemusnah bangsa/

menyanyi berdansa, inikah merdeka?/

menghina kita, melayu sedunia

 

Maruah ini umpama perasaaan/

perlu dijaga sesama insan/

maruah bukannya bahan perhiasan/

rambut di warna, kulit dipamerkan

 

Melayu itu menunjukkan murni/

tambahan pahala seorang muslim/

jangan terikut-ikut bahan modernasi/

paKHAI lah otak! wahai solehin

 

Dosa sedap berperisa manis/

sejagat warna senangnya dirasa/

ingatlah akhirat pahala kempis/

jika maruah tidak dijaga

 

Negara kecil orangnya kaya/

tak bermaksud kita, miskin dari dosa/

Negara berzikir jauhnya dimata/

jika orang muda kita, lupakan dunia…

 

Ellokhai is a Bruneian blogger, an enthusiastic rhymer and an amateur photographer based in Bandar Seri Begawan, Brunei Darussalam. He spends most of his day reading newspaper or dating his guitar. His blog’s content is a pie of arbitrary topics, touching on insensitive issues relating to the youth of Bruneian lifestyle with a slice of poetry, a little salt of inspiring pictures and a plate of sincerely motivating advise.  

Snowy white sins (poems)

 

Reach up to my vain,

climb into my pain,

feel the cut across my left hand,

it’s a shame there’s no more rain,

in the sky, can’t be seen,

the fight to my very end.

 

Need a good beat to feel my bad need,

heat up my mischief along my shit grief,

bore my dead beat listen to my ill weed,

throwing cries to my love bin.

 

Love is sweet, everyone knows it,

radio good hits, addictive green weed,

check my tweet, my words sweet,

no one to meet just a cheat sheet.

 

Listen to this beats, get verse to fit,

smoke some of it, forget that bitch,

got something in my head, rhymes to run with,

tick toking the clock rings,

reminding her snowy white sins.

 

Ellokhai is a Bruneian blogger, an enthusiastic rhymer and an amateur photographer based in Bandar Seri Begawan, Brunei Darussalam. He spends most of his day reading newspaper or dating his guitar. His blog’s content is a pie of arbitrary topics, touching on insensitive issues relating to the youth of Bruneian lifestyle with a slice of poetry, a little salt of inspiring pictures and a plate of sincerely motivating advise.  

Remove guns save lives?

“Would removing all guns from earth make us more or less safe?”

DailyPost 

Guns are weapons meant to kill, 

also meant to protect yet never to heal,

guns for everyone in modern years,

causing chaos and losses, million tears.

Bows and arrows similar to guns,

requiring practicing before one to hunt,

a weak trigger rattles an empty room,

death is lurking under the crying moon. 

To remove guns is to remove creativity,

removing creative minds produce difficulties,

only education breeds peaceful society,

great army for nation’s security.  

Ellokhai is a Bruneian blogger, an enthusiastic rhymer and an amateur photographer based in Bandar Seri Begawan, Brunei Darussalam. He spends most of his day reading newspaper or dating his guitar. His blog’s content is a pie of arbitrary topics, touching on insensitive issues relating to the youth of Bruneian lifestyle with a slice of poetry, a little salt of inspiring pictures and a plate of sincerely motivating advise.  

Three Hundred Is Five

What do you wish you had 300 of? 

DailyPost 

 

300 days of rest to connect with people,

the 300 people whom I never like before,

wish to have 300 chances in handful,

to wash away my sins with 300 rain pours.

 

300 days appealing forgiveness,

since I am stained with 300 sins,

wash it away again with 300 blissfulness,

for there exist 300 ways of repentance.

 

300 seconds satisfies 5 minutes how to make love,

300 minutes lying to 5 hours how to love,

300 hours promises 12 days and a half of love is not enough,

300 days realizes 10 months of relationship is tough.

 

300 is a strong values when you read it by it’s relation with hundreds. But if you sum it up in pragmatic level, you will come to a conclusion that 300 days of pain and sorrow will promise you 300 years of happiness and achievement both on earth and in heaven.

 

Ellokhai is a Bruneian blogger, an enthusiastic rhymer and an amateur photographer based in Bandar Seri Begawan, Brunei Darussalam. He spends most of his day reading newspaper or dating his guitar. His blog’s content is a pie of arbitrary topics, touching on insensitive issues relating to the youth of Bruneian lifestyle with a slice of poetry, a little salt of inspiring pictures and a plate of sincerely motivating advise.