It stucks me when I'm power violently skipping at living room. That bloody news sprung on screen I hate; It is the Palestine-Zionis issue again, as we know, our brothers and sisters out there, they aren't living, they're surviving. And there's nothing we could do to help them, sending out medicine and food supplies perhaps? But how much could they stand living like that? Wallah. Only Allah knows, as He is The Omniscient.

I'm not going to accept the fact that that day, when I saw bazillions of post relating to this Save Gaza thingies clinging on my Facebook wall; I saw a boy, maybe younger than five, cleaning his brother's blood in which, belongs the the blood of martyrs (Syahidin). Another post is like this; it gave the picture of a classroom with very little pupil in it, and the message is like, "Us Malaysian were absent because of truancy, They're absent because they've returned (Syahid)." I saw a video focusing on a baby who got himself buried in earth after being squashed by buildings, but by the permit of Allah, he was there, alive, unharmed... I say to myself, 'This boy is somehow a miracle boy. How could he actually survive this?'

When it comes to Allah, nothing is impossible for him to do.

And I want to share you a very powerful quote from a child in Gaza,