Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh. 

Hey guyssss! I have so many posts in the draft, but lack of time to edit and publish them. I just arrived KL from Melaka this evening, so I thought why don't I spend some time updating my blog. Anyway, final examination is just a month away! Weehooo.

2 weeks ago, while my family and I were on our way sending Ica to Melaka Sentral, where the intrastate and interstate buses are, we talked endlessly about current issues, from the news we watched on the television to things that happened in our surrounding, and notwithstanding of the different opinions that we had, we voiced them out calmly and accepted each other's view.

I told them that I came across some good tips on how to control anger while scrolling the Facebook timeline and one of them is whenever you feel angry, put some water in your mouth and hold it until you have cooled down. My mother asked me why, so I told her that when someone holds the water in her/his mouth, s/he couldn't reply with words that can cause the other person to feel more irritated and angry. Then suddenly my father said, "Alang-alang masukkan air, baik letak Listerine (antiseptic mouthwash), boleh buang kuman sekali." ("Better you put Listerine in your mouth. You can wash out the bacteria.") Hahahaha we laughed upon hearing my father's joke. Tak habis habis promote Listerine dari haritu ever since he had the terrible toothache haha.

Then after awhile, ayah asked me,
"Kak, awak kan belajar Medic. Nak tanya, kenapa kalau duduk ayah tak boleh pakai socks eh?
"Because you learn Medicine, I wanna ask you something. Why I can't wear socks while sitting?" 

I thought of some pathological problems and asked my father a few questions to kinda 'rule out' the causes as it might be happening due to some nerve or muscle problems, but my ayah said no to every question, indirectly telling all signs and symptoms were negative.

Then my ayah asked,
"Nak tahu tak kenapa?"
"Do you wanna know why?"

Eh eh ayah ni tadi tanya orang, rupanya dia dah tahu kenapa. So, I asked him why.

Then he told us. . .
"Sebab perut ayah buncit. Bila tunduk perut halang"
"Because I have distended stomach. My stomach blocks me when I bend forward."





Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh.

Kuala Lumpur, the capital city of Malaysia, is like a heart to the body and a pacemaker to the heartbeats. The magnificent skyscrapers touching the sky, incredible architectural details portraying their own beauty, a vast, accessible transportation means making travelling so much easier and whatnots have created a significant invisible boundary between the urban lifestyle and the other side of KL. The other side of KL in this context represents a large community of citizens that most of us do not aware of, including the old me.

Living in a cozy place, where we can study comfortably and sleep soundly, we are sheltered from the awfulness of reality some people are facing and struggling with. The other side of KL is often hidden during the day, and more noticeable during the night, when the moon starts its shift and the darkness takes place. While we are having dinner with our family and friends either in a house or restaurant, these people have nowhere to go, no money to buy food and no clothes to change.

I've always wanted to get involved with this community and participate in any action plan that can bring me closer to them because who knows, my presence might ease the burden they carry on their shoulders and their stories may give a big impact and a chance for me to learn from them. Proposing and initiating are beyond my ability, so for now, taking part is more than enough and this wish became a reality with the help of my friend, Nawal who brought the 6 of us to join the Pertiwi Soup Kitchen, giving food to the homeless.

As the clock continued ticking and time passed by, the number of vehicles reduced, shops closed one by one, and the usual hustle and bustle turned to idle and quiet. We searched for the Pertiwi's van from one area to another area, but failed to find the van. 2-hour of van hunting and and we gave up, telling ourselves, maybe that day was not our day and we'll come back again next time. We even went to the 'Pusat Transit Gelandangan' (a building acts as a transit place for the homeless), but none of the Pertiwi volunteers were there, so we deliberately turned back to the last checkpoint just to try our luck for the last time. We were kinda devastated to notice the absence of any van in that area. As Nawal steered the car slowly towards left, we saw a number of people were lining up and also the van!


Nawal parked the car by the roadside and we delightfully headed to where the Pertiwi team and the van were. The Pertiwi volunteers were very welcoming. They moved aside to make way for us to join the crew, and even taught us how to do those tasks. Pertiwi is a non-governmental organisation, which goes to a few areas 4 times every week, together with hundreds of food for the homeless. Other than that, they also provide a medical team with a few doctors who bring along some medications for those who need.

The numbers of homeless who came to get food started to reduce and none of the cups of coffee was left to be distributed, indirectly telling us that our work was almost come to the end. Before we called it a day, we went to the medical team and observed their tasks. One of the doctors was checking a woman's ear. The doctor told the woman that she had some infection and he would write a referral letter for her to bring it to Hospital Kuala Lumpur. Everything seemed normal, a patient meeting a doctor, telling him what's wrong to get medication, but the later conversation between them gently touched my heart, making me started crying inside.

Doc: Awak tahu tak HKL kat mana? 
Doc: Do you know where's HKL?

Lady 1: Tak tahu doctor. Kau tahu kat mana tak? *sambil pandang kawan sebelah* 
Lady 1: I don't know. Do you know? *looking at her friend*

Lady 2: Tahu tahu. Nanti aku bawa kau. 
Lady 2: Yes, I know. Later I'll bring you there.

Doc: Awak pergi sana, kasi diorang surat ni. Bawa sekali RM 1. 
Doc: Go to HKL and give them this referral letter. Bring along RM 1.

The first lady looked at her friend and asked..

Lady 1: Kau ada seringgit tak? 
Lady 1: Do you have RM 1?

The second lady nodded her head.

The conversation was fast, but the memory of it still can be recalled vividly from my mind. Usually people ask for RM 1 because they don't have change, but in this case, she asked because she didn't have any money. The question triggered my lacrimal duct to increase the secretion from lacrimal gland, producing a watery glaze over my eyes. Terdetik dalam hati, "Ya Allah, RM 1 tu besar untuk diorang. Aku ni banyak membazir." Though they looked fine and happy go lucky kind of persons, yet we've never been in their shoes, so we know neither their struggle nor their battle.

One of my friends asked them whether they have a job or not, then they told us that they had tried to find and are still finding, but couldn't secure any even one. We had a nice chit chat with them, asking about their families so on and so forth (they don't have parents and they came to KL to find a job), and before we made our way back home to Bukit Jalil, both of them gave some precious advices to us and the most precious thing I heard being uttered by them was respect and do good to your parents while they are still alive. 

It might be just a tiny simple advice, but many people neglect it. Sometimes, those who have less know certain things better than those who have more.

It was really saddening and heart breaking to see, especially a family with 3 small kids and elderly people, at the age around 60+, lining up to get some food for dinner and hot coffee to make them feel warm for a minute or two in the cold windy night. The bitterest tears shed over the incident are for the feelings that can't be described and the ignorance I overlooked.

May Allah ease everything for them. Amin.

Awat bulat sangat muka hang, Dylla



This post is written on 18th April 2016.

Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh.

No Monday Blues for me as I slept early on the night before, as usual haha. Woke up and got ready early this morning as I thought the practical session for my group was at 8, until Fatin told us in the WhatsApp group that the timetable in IMU portal states 8.30am. Today's practical was about nerve (urat saraf) conduction. Sanaa and I arrived quite late this morning (bangun awal pun sampai still tak awal haha) and we made our own group of 2. Later, Bryan joined us. 

First part, we had to draw the median nerve using a stick of green coloured wax-like-crayon. Here's a picture showing the median nerve. As you can see, the median nerve supplies the first three fingers (from the thumb). So, basically everything about the movement, pain etc is related to the median nerve. (Boring nya Dylla ni tunjuk pasal urat saraf pula . . .)

Haha wait a second, the interesting part is yet to come. 

Here comes the exciting one. During the second part of the session, we had to pick a subject and Bryan was okay to become the 'lucky' person (hehe) to undergo the Nerve Conduction Velocity (NCV) test. Sanaa set up the wires, connecting them to Bryan's forearm and power generator, while I handled the computer software. 

In this test, we had to stimulate the nerve by giving a low voltage of electric current to the subject's forearm. 2 pads that were put on the thenar muscle (area below the thumb) will pick up the signal and from the result that will be shown on the screen together with a certain length, we have to find the velocity or in other word, the speed of how fast the conduction. 

Dylla, can you skip the fact part? Okay, fine I'll cut it here haha. 

Some of our friends who became the subjects screamed a bit the first time they were being introduced with the electric current. Sanaa and I were curious, so we tried to do it on ourselves. It wasn't painful, but the first one was always like a jerky-shock-kind of feeling. Sanaa and Bryan were playful, teasing me - Sanaa told Bryan to increase the electrical charge to the maximum voltage that was available, while Bryan moved the cursor to the 'stimulate' button and clicked it a few times. Haha kurang asam betul.

Although the test isn't really accurate and reliable, it is good enough to have the general idea of how fast your nerve conducts the electrical signal and at the same time, having fun discovering something while 'playing' with the electric. These videos below are recorded by Sanaa during the practical session. Look at how they increased the electrical voltage and teased me, cis haha. Anyway, I had so much fun learning about the nerve conductivity with them :)



At the end of the session, all subjects from each group had to write the speed / velocity of their own NCV test on the whiteboard and it turned out the normal range is about 50m/sec. Subhanallah, look at how fast one's nerve can conduct the signal. That's why the delay between when you think of something and the response is negligible, You don't even realise it. One nerve gets injured can cause a lot of problems, whether in sensing or moving or might be both. The little things like these are part of the blessings that we get.

After 4-week of learning the musculoskeletal system, I came to a sense, where I realised there are a lot of things and blessing that I have, but I overlooked before and craved for things that I don't have and wish to own. It's not that we can't wish for things we don't have, but to belittle certain blessings, and compare ourselves with others are a no no when there are people out there who wish they can write without having to bear the stiffness on their fingers like us, walk without having pain on their big toes, unbutton the shirt by themselves and climb the stairs as normal people do.

The world is not a wish-granting factory because if it was as easy as ABC, what is the meaning of heaven then? Whenever you feel sad about something you don't have, just remind yourself for all the blessings that you have. You'll feel much better, InshaaAllah.

Be happy to be in your own skin :)