Salam to all.
There's a Malaysian student who's studying in Bangalore India. Got into an accident which involves with someone around the age of 70. The person passed away after 4 days at the ICU. The family wanted to sue the student for a lot of money. But in the end the Dean from the student's faculty managed to calm the family down.
But now the student has to support all the hospital bills, which includes ICU, MRI, CT scan. This amounts to RM40,000.
if anyone wants to ease the load on our friend here, please send your donations to our PKPMI'CS Bendahari Eva Candra Susanti. For more info please visit this link
your help is deeply appreciated.
Thank you.
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Monday, June 21, 2010
Friday, June 18, 2010
Why a Woman can't marry more than one Husband?
taken from Wonderful Stories of Islam :-
"In a delightful report about how Imam Abu Hanifa received his name (his original name was Numan bin Thabit bin Zuta bin Mah), an account of why the wife is forbidden to take more than one husband is recounted. 'Abu Hanifa' is an unusual name because it means 'the father of Hanifah', and Hanifah was his daughter. It was not the custom in those days to do this. Normally, the name would be 'the father of the name of a son.' How this came about is quite edifying.
One day Imam Abu Hanifa was asked a question that, for the first time in his illustrious career, he was unable to answer. The question was, "Why were women forbidden to marry more than one husband at a time?"
To make a long story short, Abu Hanifa's daughter said that she knew the answer and would solve this question if her father would make a promise to her that if she succeeded in solving this problem, he would then assure her a place in history. Abu Hanifa agreed.
So she gathered a group of women together and gave each of them a cup. Then she brought in a large bowl of milk and asked each of them to dip their cups in the milk and to fill their cups. They did so. She then asked them to pour back the milk into the bowl. They did this too. She then asked them to re-fill their cups taking back only their own milk that they had poured into the bowl.
This, obviously, was impossible to do. Hanifah had clearly demonstrated the kind of predicament that would be created if a woman had several husbands. With more than one husband, if she were to become pregnant, she would have exceptional difficulties determining who the actual father was? Identifying parentage and lineage would then be insurmountable for the offspring. Imam Abu Hanifa was so pleased with her answer that he took the name 'Abu Hanifa', 'the father of Hanifah', so his daughter did indeed earn a place in history."
hopefully you enjoyed the story.
:D
"In a delightful report about how Imam Abu Hanifa received his name (his original name was Numan bin Thabit bin Zuta bin Mah), an account of why the wife is forbidden to take more than one husband is recounted. 'Abu Hanifa' is an unusual name because it means 'the father of Hanifah', and Hanifah was his daughter. It was not the custom in those days to do this. Normally, the name would be 'the father of the name of a son.' How this came about is quite edifying.
One day Imam Abu Hanifa was asked a question that, for the first time in his illustrious career, he was unable to answer. The question was, "Why were women forbidden to marry more than one husband at a time?"
To make a long story short, Abu Hanifa's daughter said that she knew the answer and would solve this question if her father would make a promise to her that if she succeeded in solving this problem, he would then assure her a place in history. Abu Hanifa agreed.
So she gathered a group of women together and gave each of them a cup. Then she brought in a large bowl of milk and asked each of them to dip their cups in the milk and to fill their cups. They did so. She then asked them to pour back the milk into the bowl. They did this too. She then asked them to re-fill their cups taking back only their own milk that they had poured into the bowl.
This, obviously, was impossible to do. Hanifah had clearly demonstrated the kind of predicament that would be created if a woman had several husbands. With more than one husband, if she were to become pregnant, she would have exceptional difficulties determining who the actual father was? Identifying parentage and lineage would then be insurmountable for the offspring. Imam Abu Hanifa was so pleased with her answer that he took the name 'Abu Hanifa', 'the father of Hanifah', so his daughter did indeed earn a place in history."
hopefully you enjoyed the story.
:D
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Acara Makan Malam Bersama UM Dentistry Students
TEMPAT : GARUDA MUKA (GARMUK), FKG UNAIR
PADA : JUMAAT , 18 JUN 2010
JAM : ACARA BERMULA PUKUL 6 .00 PM , DIMINTA DATANG SEBELUM PUKUL 6.00 PM
( DIGALAKKAN PUKUL 5.45 PM)
DRESS CODE : PAKAIAN TRADITIONAL
( KLU PEMPUAN BAJU KURUNG, KLU LELAKI BJU MELAYU)
diharap para hadirin yg dtg dpt beri kerjasama sbb acara ini diurus oleh pihak fakultas (FKG)
sebarang pertanyaan boleh terus hubungi nurdini abdullah atau che wan nor ashikin
terima kasih
PADA : JUMAAT , 18 JUN 2010
JAM : ACARA BERMULA PUKUL 6 .00 PM , DIMINTA DATANG SEBELUM PUKUL 6.00 PM
( DIGALAKKAN PUKUL 5.45 PM)
DRESS CODE : PAKAIAN TRADITIONAL
( KLU PEMPUAN BAJU KURUNG, KLU LELAKI BJU MELAYU)
diharap para hadirin yg dtg dpt beri kerjasama sbb acara ini diurus oleh pihak fakultas (FKG)
sebarang pertanyaan boleh terus hubungi nurdini abdullah atau che wan nor ashikin
terima kasih
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
UM Students In Surabaya
pelajar malaysia FK,FKG,FF sesiapa yang boleh telah menghadiri majlis perpisahan (farewell party) untuk pelajar-pelajar UM yang datang ke UNAIR pada hari jumaat, 18 JUN 2010 di FKG pada pukul 6 ptg
and as of right now there are still Dentistry students from UM currently present in Surabaya. Let us make them our warmest hospitality and our smiles. :)
Pictures will be updated soon.
and as of right now there are still Dentistry students from UM currently present in Surabaya. Let us make them our warmest hospitality and our smiles. :)
Pictures will be updated soon.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Malaysian Healthcare Seminar & Exhibition
This coming Saturday,12 June to Sunday,13 June there's going to be a Malaysian Healthcare Seminar & Exhibition
Venue would be at the Sheraton Hotel, Surabaya. Seminar will start at 9am and ends at 6pm
No expenses required.
Malaysian Healthcare Seminar & Exhibition
Venue: Sheraton Hotel, Surabaya
Time: 9am - 6pm
Date: 12 - 13 June 2010
If any of you are interested please contact the number below
08126304050 or
03181999558
Venue would be at the Sheraton Hotel, Surabaya. Seminar will start at 9am and ends at 6pm
No expenses required.
Malaysian Healthcare Seminar & Exhibition
Venue: Sheraton Hotel, Surabaya
Time: 9am - 6pm
Date: 12 - 13 June 2010
If any of you are interested please contact the number below
08126304050 or
03181999558
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Short Story About Sacrifice
Here's a short story about sacrifice taken from many of the websites out there. Hopefully, this will stimulate and make your educated minds ponder. :)
"My mom only had one eye. I hated her… she was such an embarrassment. My mom ran a small shop at a flea market. She collected little weeds and such to sell… anything for the money we needed she was such an embarrassment. There was this one day during elementary school.
I remember that it was field day, and my mom came. I was so embarrassed. How could she do this to me? I threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school… “Your mom only has one eye?!” and they taunted me.
I wished that my mom would just disappear from this world so I said to my mom, “Mom, why don’t you have the other eye?! You’re only going to make me a laughingstock. Why don’t you just die?” My mom did not respond. I guess I felt a little bad, but at the same time, it felt good to think that I had said what I’d wanted to say all this time. Maybe it was because my mom hadn’t punished me, but I didn’t think that I had hurt her feelings very badly.
That night… I woke up, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. My mom was crying there, so quietly, as if she was afraid that she might wake me. I took a look at her, and then turned away. Because of the thing I had said to her earlier, there was something pinching at me in the corner of my heart. Even so, I hated my mother who was crying out of her one eye. So I told myself that I would grow up and become successful, because I hated my one-eyed mom and our desperate poverty.
Then I studied really hard. I left my mother and came to Seoul and studied, and got accepted in the Seoul University with all the confidence I had. Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. Then I had kids, too. Now I’m living happily as a successful man. I like it here because it’s a place that doesn’t remind me of my mom.
This happiness was getting bigger and bigger, when someone unexpected came to see me “What?! Who’s this?!” It was my mother… Still with her one eye. It felt as if the whole sky was falling apart on me. My little girl ran away, scared of my mom’s eye.
And I asked her, “Who are you? I don’t know you!!” as if I tried to make that real. I screamed at her “How dare you come to my house and scare my daughter! Get out of here now!!” And to this, my mother quietly answered, “oh, I’m so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address,” and she disappeared. Thank goodness… she doesn’t recognize me. I was quite relieved. I told myself that I wasn’t going to care, or think about this for the rest of my life.
Then a wave of relief came upon me… one day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. I lied to my wife saying that I was going on a business trip. After the reunion, I went down to the old shack, that I used to call a house…just out of curiosity there, I found my mother fallen on the cold ground. But I did not shed a single tear. She had a piece of paper in her hand…. it was a letter to me.
She wrote:
My son,
I think my life has been long enough now. And… I won’t visit Seoul anymore… but would it be too much to ask if I wanted you to come visit me once in a while? I miss you so much. And I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I decided not to go to the school…. For you… I’m sorry that I only have one eye, and I was an embarrassment for you.
You see, when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn’t stand watching you having to grow up with only one eye… so I gave you mine… I was so proud of my son that was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye. I was never upset at you for anything you did. The couple times that you were angry with me. I thought to myself, ‘it’s because he loves me.’ I miss the times when you were still young around me.
I miss you so much. I love you. You mean the world to me.
My World Shattered. I hated the person who only lived for me . I cried for My Mother, I didn’t know of any way that will make up for my worst deeds…"
Moral: Never Ever hate anyone for their disabilities. Never disrespect your parents, don’t ignore and under estimate their sacrifices. They give us life, they raise us better than they had been, they give and keep trying to give better than they ever had. They never wish unwell for their kids even in their wildest dreams. They always try showing right path and being motivator. Parents give up all for kids, forgive all mistakes made by kids. There is no way to repay what they done for kids, all we can do is try giving what they need and it is just time, love and respect.
taken from: http://www.moralstories.org
"My mom only had one eye. I hated her… she was such an embarrassment. My mom ran a small shop at a flea market. She collected little weeds and such to sell… anything for the money we needed she was such an embarrassment. There was this one day during elementary school.
I remember that it was field day, and my mom came. I was so embarrassed. How could she do this to me? I threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school… “Your mom only has one eye?!” and they taunted me.
I wished that my mom would just disappear from this world so I said to my mom, “Mom, why don’t you have the other eye?! You’re only going to make me a laughingstock. Why don’t you just die?” My mom did not respond. I guess I felt a little bad, but at the same time, it felt good to think that I had said what I’d wanted to say all this time. Maybe it was because my mom hadn’t punished me, but I didn’t think that I had hurt her feelings very badly.
That night… I woke up, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. My mom was crying there, so quietly, as if she was afraid that she might wake me. I took a look at her, and then turned away. Because of the thing I had said to her earlier, there was something pinching at me in the corner of my heart. Even so, I hated my mother who was crying out of her one eye. So I told myself that I would grow up and become successful, because I hated my one-eyed mom and our desperate poverty.
Then I studied really hard. I left my mother and came to Seoul and studied, and got accepted in the Seoul University with all the confidence I had. Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. Then I had kids, too. Now I’m living happily as a successful man. I like it here because it’s a place that doesn’t remind me of my mom.
This happiness was getting bigger and bigger, when someone unexpected came to see me “What?! Who’s this?!” It was my mother… Still with her one eye. It felt as if the whole sky was falling apart on me. My little girl ran away, scared of my mom’s eye.
And I asked her, “Who are you? I don’t know you!!” as if I tried to make that real. I screamed at her “How dare you come to my house and scare my daughter! Get out of here now!!” And to this, my mother quietly answered, “oh, I’m so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address,” and she disappeared. Thank goodness… she doesn’t recognize me. I was quite relieved. I told myself that I wasn’t going to care, or think about this for the rest of my life.
Then a wave of relief came upon me… one day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. I lied to my wife saying that I was going on a business trip. After the reunion, I went down to the old shack, that I used to call a house…just out of curiosity there, I found my mother fallen on the cold ground. But I did not shed a single tear. She had a piece of paper in her hand…. it was a letter to me.
She wrote:
My son,
I think my life has been long enough now. And… I won’t visit Seoul anymore… but would it be too much to ask if I wanted you to come visit me once in a while? I miss you so much. And I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I decided not to go to the school…. For you… I’m sorry that I only have one eye, and I was an embarrassment for you.
You see, when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn’t stand watching you having to grow up with only one eye… so I gave you mine… I was so proud of my son that was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye. I was never upset at you for anything you did. The couple times that you were angry with me. I thought to myself, ‘it’s because he loves me.’ I miss the times when you were still young around me.
I miss you so much. I love you. You mean the world to me.
My World Shattered. I hated the person who only lived for me . I cried for My Mother, I didn’t know of any way that will make up for my worst deeds…"
Moral: Never Ever hate anyone for their disabilities. Never disrespect your parents, don’t ignore and under estimate their sacrifices. They give us life, they raise us better than they had been, they give and keep trying to give better than they ever had. They never wish unwell for their kids even in their wildest dreams. They always try showing right path and being motivator. Parents give up all for kids, forgive all mistakes made by kids. There is no way to repay what they done for kids, all we can do is try giving what they need and it is just time, love and respect.
taken from: http://www.moralstories.org
Regarding Tabung Kebajikan
Here are a few notes on what is the Tabung Kebajikan and how its handled:-
1. dikendalikan oleh PKP Pusat
2. semua ahli bayar Rp10,000
3. bantuan hanya akan diberikan pada masalah - masalah berikut :
a) Kecurian
i) 10% dari nilai yang hilang
ii) nilai maksimum untuk diberikan adalah 1 juta sahaja
b) Rawat Inap
i) hanya diberi fokus kepada yang pelajar yang tidak ada loan
ii) diberi 15% dari jumlah semua rawatan
iii) nilai maksimum untuk diberikan adalah Rp2 juta sahaja
c) Ibu atau Ayah yang meninggal dunia
i) akan diberikan Rp500 ribu
4. priority bantuan akan diberikan kepada ahli yang membayar Rp10,000
1. dikendalikan oleh PKP Pusat
2. semua ahli bayar Rp10,000
3. bantuan hanya akan diberikan pada masalah - masalah berikut :
a) Kecurian
i) 10% dari nilai yang hilang
ii) nilai maksimum untuk diberikan adalah 1 juta sahaja
b) Rawat Inap
i) hanya diberi fokus kepada yang pelajar yang tidak ada loan
ii) diberi 15% dari jumlah semua rawatan
iii) nilai maksimum untuk diberikan adalah Rp2 juta sahaja
c) Ibu atau Ayah yang meninggal dunia
i) akan diberikan Rp500 ribu
4. priority bantuan akan diberikan kepada ahli yang membayar Rp10,000
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