Apabila opah cerita lagi~ (Pasei Tok Jusup)

OPAH:

Anak Mak We Som (Kakak Opah name Kalsom, Mak Acik Shan) si Tah udah mati, Puteh udah mati, Nik udah mati. Tinggei le Habsah, Husin ngan Hasan. Tah tu namenye Azizah, Puteh tu namenye Maimunah, Nik tu namenye Khadijah.

AKU:

Ape pasei Khadijah boleh jadi Nik pulak?

OPAH:

Ish, itu name orang panggei. Tok Jusup (Bapak Opah, Mohd Yusof) tu ade 4 beradik. 3 jantan sorang betina.  Che Ngah Musa. Kendian Alang Jasin. Lepah itu le Tok Jusupnye. Deme tu ade kakak yang tue. Namenye Teh Jenab. Lawa orang nye! Putih aje. Putih kuning.

AKU:

Putih ghope langsat le? Ade ke putih macam mak?

OPAH:

Bukan putih ghope mak kamu. Die tu putih. Lawa aje ghopenye. Tak de gemok, tak de kurus. Lampai aje. Die tu dulu udah le nak disembahkan kepade raje. Raje dulu bekenan kawen ramei. Ate, udah la dilarikan orang. Takut nak disembahkan raje. Dibawak le orang ke atah pulo (pulau).

Api (tapi) tak tau le. Orang le kabor. Aku ade le jumpe dengan Wah Jenab tu. Memang lawa orangnye. Itu jam die udah bekawin le. Lakinye name Kulup Tunggal. HAHAHAH. Namenye Kulup Tunggal. Beso orangnye. Tinggi aje. Kakinye tu besoo!

AKU:

HAHAHAH! Ade ke beso macam kaki teman?

OPAH:

Ish. Beso lagi. Kasor aje.

AKU:

Tok Jusup tu dulu macam mane boleh jadi penguhulu?

OPAH:

Tok Jusup tu dulu besornye di Tepus. Ate, die tu dulu dibela dek raje. Raje-raje ramei duduknye di Tepus. Tak tau le aku nape. Opah tanye le dengan Tok Jusup tu dulu ‘Ayah dulu ape dibuat duduk dengan raje?’

Die kabo ‘Ayah dulu koje nye ngisi ayor dalam labu. Bukan macam kome ade pili.’ Ate opah tanye le ‘Banyak ke labunye?’  Ate Tok Jusupnye cakap ‘Banyak le. Kalo satu aje mane dan sampai petang.’

AKU:

Ate bile Tok Jusupnye koje narek (tarik) Tali Pangkah?

OPAH:

Itu le lepah itu die koje tarik tali pangkah. Lepas itu koje nye jadi Notisabor (Notice Server). Itu... ngantor surat hasil. Itu le, kalop ade orang tue-tue jumpe opah dulu selalu la bekabor ‘Ayah kamu tu dulu baek aje orang nye’. Ate orang bekenankan la dengan Tok Jusup tu dulu.

AKU:

Penghulunye? Bile pulak jadinye?

OPAH:

Ate die tu dulu dibela dek raje. Ade la raje ngurniakan (kurniakan) die jadi penghulu. Itu la die dapat jadik penghulu. Tapi mulenye idak le jadi penghulu besor. Jadi penghulu kecik aje. Lepas itu ade bukak jadi penghulu di Terung, udah le die pindah ke Terung (Taiping). Jadi le die penghulu besor. Sampei le die pencen


Apabila opah bercerita...


Cuti ni opah duk umah aku. Umur dah 83+ kot. Dia pon tak igt umur dia. Banyak nyanyuk dah. Tapi kalo cerita dulu-dulu ingat pulak. Ini la jadi bile aku melepak dengan opah. Macam-macam le opah bercerita. Ada sampai sebelum merdeka punye cerita pon ada. Layan aje la~ setelah di‘alihbahasa’kan kepada bahasa standard ini la ceritanye~


OPAH:

Dulu tok kamu tu koje nye membuat bendang dekat seberang (seberang sungai). Itu jam baru dapat mak kamu (Wah). Ate aku bawak le sekali ke bendang. Duduknye di dangau (umah pondok atas bendang). Kalo ditinggeikan (ditinggalkan) dak odi (Wah) tu takot di sorok orang buni (bunian). Ate si Ghatin  (Arwah Megat Lokman) le nunggu adiknye. Ei.. sayang benor si Ghatin dengan dak odi tu. Amid (Ude Hamid ) tak ndak nunggu adiknye.

Malam itu udah la si Ghatin ngigo (mimpi). ‘Ooo mak ade orang jubah putih bakor Ghatin, mak oi’. Udah la si Ghatin tu demam. Di bawak le tok kamu nyeberang. Udah le si Ghatin tu demam. Demam.. demam.. lepah 2 ari Ghatin tu meninggal.


AKU :

Oooo. Ngape Megat Lokman boleh jadi Ghatin?


OPAH:

Udah le dulu die tu kecik aje. Ghope tin kacang. Panggil le Ghatin. Die tu dulu pendek aje. Itam ghope Pak Man nye (Alang Man). Tapi idak le itam benor. Itam macam Alang Man tu aje. Si Man tu dulu garang orangnye. Die ngan Yoep Din (pak we din) tu samseng tuuuu.

Deme tu rajin main sungei. Tengah-tengah main nampak perahu bapaknye (Tok Pian) nyeberang sungei.  Udah le deme cepat-cepat manjat tebing. Deme cepat-cepat la sembunyi bawah katil. Ate nampak le deme tuh Opah Limahnye (moyang) kate ‘Ape buatan kome ni ha? Ha? Udah telanjang aje?’

HAHAHA. Itu la buatan anak jantan. Mujurla dapat Odi (wah) dengan Aishah.

Abang Shan tu ape kamu menggelornye (menggelarnye)?



 AKU: 

Acik Shan le.


OPAH: 

Die tu lagi antu. Itu la ketua samsengnye. Dia, Si Man nye dengan Yoep Din tu. Deme budak-budak ni main getah. Ate udah la si Mid kalah. Abg Shan nye pon katele ‘Kamu kalo ndak getah kamu, botakkan kepale!’. Ate si Mid pon begi la botakkan rambutnye. Balek-balek rumah udah le teriok (nangis). HAHAHAHA. Itu la akei (akal) membela anak jantan.

Ini baru satu episod... lain episode sambung dalam entri yang laen..





Don't stand beside my grave and weep



 


Don't stand beside my grave and weep,
For I'm not there, I do not sleep,
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond's glint on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain.

When you awaken in morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,
of quiet birds in circle flight,
I am soft stars that shine at night,
Don't stand beside my grave and cry,
I am not there. I did not die.
 
Melinda Sue Pacho
 
This poem was read by Karen McClusky "Welcome to Kanagawa" in 
Desperate Housewives season 4


 

Holocaust: Greatest Bluff and Bullshit of all time





“For well over half a century, we had fought over Palestine. What have we achieved? NOTHING! We are worse off than before. If we had paused to think, than we could have devised a plan, a strategy that can win us final victory. Pausing and thinking calmly is not a waste of time. We are actually very strong. 1.3 billion people cannot be simply wiped out. The Europeans kills 6 million Jews out of 12 million. But today the Jews ruled the world by proxy, they get others to fight and die for them.

Dr Mahathir’s speech during the OIC Summit 2002.  


The story of Holocaust is actually like the Arthurian myth, or like Hang Tuah which the Malay Folk more familiar with. It is actually an old wives tale or bubbameister. This type type big fat lie to protect somebody’s image or even to give big cause for them to do something. More likely like a license.

The story of Holocaust was invented to make ways for Jews to find the PROMISED LAND that they believed in Jerusalem. Throughout the ‘journey’ to reach the Promise Land they actually had stained a lot of blood onto their hands.  With the name of Holocaust the Jews killed the Muslim, Christians and even their own kind that oppose the absurd idea of Holocaust which most of them are the native Jews from the Jerusalem.
 

The Jews keep playing the unblemished story of Holocaust to buy out their way to literally conquer the world. With the American Army at the tip of their hand they ‘correct’ the Middle East problem that they found unfit to their standard. The wiped out Saddam Hussien, Muammar Ghadaffi, Yaser Arafat and a lot of Muslim scholar like Sheikh Ahmad Yassin which is the leader of Resistance man in Palestine.


We and most of the people in the world are too afraid to fight over the Jews. Today, the Jews already dominated more than 90% of the Palestine forcefully. They killed more than Hitler killed their own kind (if that is true). They have committed most inhumane crimes of all time by the name of Holocaust. Children, women or even old people are among of their victims. 

It is the time we said ‘To hell with the Holocaust. Save the world from the Jews’. Today is the 64th years of the An Nakba (The Catastrophe Day) which is an annual day of commemoration of the displacement that followed the Israeli Declaration of Independence in 1948.





As Muslim I urge all of the 2 billion other of my brother and sister to put up our hand and say the ‘Qunut Nazilah’ in every solat. It may be the smallest contribution as a Muslim, but in the name of Allah, we will be helped. Every words and actions that show the slightest sympathy towards the Jews and their illegal nation should be condemned.

Start spreading the news. Help us fight the oppression of the Jews. Show that we care. Syahid and Jihad should always be in the blood in every Muslim.

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