Gambar Kantoi

Remember anak pontianak Zarina Ann Julie? When explicit pictures of her leaked, she was fired from her job and is now a mollywood slut, datehopping from one upcoming celebrity to another. The pictures were of no pornographic significance but her image was directed to a kampung demographic so she was unofficially banned from appearing on daytime TV.

When raunchy pictures of female celebrities leak, they often had to pay the price like wearing a tudung (for a while) , performing Umrah and confessing tearfully on Melodi. But when explicit pictures of male celebrities surface the net,

1. They will just tell pondan entertainment journalists that the pictures were photoshopped.

2. Claim that the guy in the pictures is a look-a-like.

3. Orang cuba fitnah saya bla bla bla..

4. Buat tak tahu jerr.

The same applies to working class people like you and me. Girls who takes pictures of themselves naked and got them accidentally leaked (usually done by bitter ex-boyfriends) are often labelled as sluts and bohsia while guys pay no heavy consequence of their actions. (Edison Chen is not Malaysian) Why?

Because explicit pictures of guys memang tak laku. Most Malaysian girls are not as openly perverted as the guys but they layan pictures of their own gender to compare and contrast.

Explicit pictures of guys are only widely circulated in niche gay blogs and forums.

When I was younger (as if I'm so old now, haha) I experimented with my camera a lot but I deleted all the personal porn I made so I'm clear of any explicit pictures. Some of my friends are not so lucky. Pictures like this (below) are circulated in blogs and are used repeatedly by adult network users who are too shy or ugly to use their own pictures.

A friend of a friend told me that he received pictures that he claim is from an architecture student in UIA so when I take a look, I was flabbergasted.

It's a disturbing thought to have seen an erect penis of someone I know. But then again, it is also a confirmation that I am bigger man. Ahaha, you know us guys.. cars, houses, wives, whatever, we are genetically inclined to compare.

If I didn't delete the underage porn that I made, I could've been him.

So guys, even if no one would pay attention to your private pictures, do not take 18SX pictures of yourself because you will deny yourself from having a chance of becoming:

1. A Prime Minister or a minister.

2. An Ulama' or Ustaz.

4. An Islamic programme talk show host.

5. A CEO or Chairman of GLCs.

6. An underwear model (no surprise... so what's the point?)

But if you are still degil and take pictures of your penis with a complimentary headshot, be prepared to be featured as a gambar hiasan in gay malay blogs like this.

V-Day

Valentine's Day is coming up real soon. I know we Malaysians have different views on Valentine's Day.

Conservative muslims opposes the celebration because the day commemorates a Christian saint and encourages dating-touching-kissing-sex-haram!

For chinese Malaysians, it's a 2 in 1. Chinese New Year and Valentine's Day. Mandarin oranges on beds of roses.

For teenagers, it's a trip to the mall to buy cheap and cute presents to their puppylove spouses.

For me, Valentine's Day is meaningless because I'm hopelessly single.

Even when I was in a relationship, I didn't celebrate Valentine's Day because I told my girlfriend that I'm not in love yet. It was a cruel thing to say but it was the truth, I didn't love her. I've never loved any of my ex-girlfriends because if I did, they would still be with me now.

I don't condemn people who celebrate V-Day because they have the right to celebrate anything anytime. Even for muslims, Allah encourage His followers to love each other. What many muslims (especially teenagers) misunderstood is how to love each other. But can we blame them?

If you happen to watch malay dramas on TV, you will notice that love (the romantic kind) only revolves around unmarried folks. Married couples are portrayed as contented, bland and boring or experiencing marital problems. I know that TV won't be much fun if unmarried couples dwells on serious matters and the married ones cover the romantic bits but this state of mind seems to rub off on viewers.

TV9's talkshow Semanis Kurma that features a married couple who talks about relationship issues were frowned upon because there were episodes that showed the speakers playfully chasing each other . Many viewers found the display of playful affection grotesque and disgusting and complained to the network and the media.

Now how strange is that? The same reaction was received in Yasmin Ahmad's Gubrah opening scene and the bilal and wife scenes. Yasmin Ahmad was also quoted saying that it is strange that Malaysian viewers can tolerate spousal violence but can't stand to see them being affectionate to each other.

Eh, where were we?

Oh yeah, V-Day.

Happy Valentines everybody. If you're in love, get married now. It only takes RM90 to get married. You don't need the hantaran, persandingan etc. because those are just Hindu customs passed down to us by default.

We're muslims, no?

Datuk... Nenek...

Two years ago I tagged along with my friend's club and went camping. I thought it was a typical jungle hiking expedition. You know, the macho bonfire-guitar-maggie-sardine-mosquito kind of camping.

But it wasn't.

The club was a religion affiliated club. I won't say the club's name because curious googlers might end up in my blog when googling this club's name (and will get me in trouble). Before going in to the jungle, the club leader recited a 5 minutes doa to 20 fellow trekkers. 10 girls and 11 guys. The guys were either over or ill prepared for the 3 days 2 nights camp. The girls donned very inconvenient tudung labuh and carried with them heavy kitchen tools like spatulas, woks and large pots.

Long story short, the camping trip was not fun at all. It may be fun for them but it wasn't for me. Personally, camping for me is all about enjoying each other's company and doing unconventional activities like talking about life while gazing upon sihouttes of canopy trees, enjoying the zen of things and you know, just surviving.

The fellow trekkers spent their whole first day setting up an elaborate camp, cooking for a kenduri and clearing the forest. The night was spent praying and performing tahlil from maghrib to 11. The girls, haha, that's all they do, talk and cook, talk and cook. But mind you, these girls are 'religious' girls from a mostly sekolah menengah agama background. I couldn't even talk to them without having them fix their gaze at a nearby tree. Annoying but precious little gems. We were also seperated from sight by a long ass curtain made out of rolls of tikar.

I frowned at my friend when the camp leader announce the day's activities. My eyes stung a "I thought you told me that this is going to be fun!" look. The following day was spent walking around the jungle, swimming at a nearby river and helping the girls set up the kitchen. It was quite fun but the thought of the following night planned activities left my easily excitable soul jaded.

Before dipping into the river, the leader said a few words of caution "Kalau nak buang air kecil atau besar, beringatlah untuk mintak kebenaran dulu ye."

"Macam mana?" Everyone looked around. What? Did I ask a taboo question?

"Brother, anta tak pernah ke hutan ye? Takpe, ana tunjukkan. Senang saja, sebelum buang apa-apa, sampaikan salam dulu macam Assalamualaikum Datuk... Nenek... Ana mahu buang air kecil di sini. Jangan apa-apakan ana dan keluarga ana. Jangan ikut ana dan rakan-rakan ana. Lindungi ana daripada kesulitan hutan... haa macam tu."

"Datuk.. Nenek..." I paused for a while. "Macam tak kena lah cara tu. Tak boleh ke baca doa masuk tandas dan langkah kiri je?"

"Anta rasa cara ni salah?" I can tell that the camp leader was putting on a tolerant mask. The tolerant mask is usually used when confronting non-believers, sceptics etc. The mask bears a put-on smile, porcelain cheeks and a pair of stinging evil eyes.

"Nak tahu tak kenapa kalau ada insiden petir, mangsanya mesti orang melayu?" The floor was silent so I continued "Sebab kita panggil jin-jin hutan Datuk Nenek. Bila ada petir, petir tu sambar..." I waited for someone to answer.

"Jin." No one answered. "Petir akan sambar jin. Bila ada ribut, lintang pukang la jin mencari cover. Tetiba dorang teringat, dorang ada cucu manusia yang panggil dorang Datuk Nenek... Dorang pun take cover dekat orang melayu macam anta. Tu lah sebab dekat Malaysia, orang melayu je kena sambar petir."

I was anticipating smiles but everyone looked at me grimly, like I did something really really bad. I looked over at my friend just to make sure. He was shaking his head.

With his tolerant mask still on, the camp leader said rather animatedly "Seronok betul kisah anta!" He turned his back on me and walked on. "Mari berwuduk semua, Zohor dah masuk."

I put on my What Did I Do Wrong? mask.

While walking to the river, my friend pulled me to stay back. "Ish Afiq, ko janganlah cakap benda macam tu lagi kat sini. Bahaya! Nanti benda buruk akan jadi."

I sniggered. "Ko la satu! Ko kata camping ni seronok. Cam taliban je aku rasa."

"Ko ni tak faham lagi! Inilah camping cara Islam. Kita orang Islam kenalah ikut camping cara Islam!"

"Ye ye.. " I put on my surrender mask. Whatever.

Scary

You know the last entry I wrote? I didn't write it.

Someone else did. I deleted it yesterday and it appeared again today. Then this morning when I checked my blog to make sure everything's okay, there was a link for people to watch 4 Peringkat Ajal.

Someone knows my password and is deliberately blogging as me in my blog.

I also have a suspicion that I sleep-blogged. Is that even possible, to blog while sleeping?

Whatever it is, I'm scared.

Can I F**k You Today?

That is what Saiful Bukhari said he heard from Anwar Ibrahim. Did Saiful resisted by escaping the wrath of Anwar? He claimed he didn't. If this is true, the sex was consentual. It doesn't matter which side you're on, you can't help but to feel that Anwar had a murky past. Even if he didn't f**k Saiful Bukhari, all his enemies directed their bullets at Anwar's peepee. That is why I'm still under the impression that Anwar Ibrahim f**ks men.

If you don't agree with this assumption, you also cannot agree with Anwar's innocence. What proof do you have to lay against me to prove that he didn't f**cked men before?

I got proof. Saiful swore it so.

I want to see Anwar Ibrahim do the same before we can officially clean this slate and start deliberating again whether or not he f**cks men.

Rethinking Diversity

I would think that diversity is more than the hue of our skin, our mainstream cultures, our languages and accents, more than the diversity of a selected criteria.

I think diversity is not justified to be defined in a communal sense but as a personal anthropology. I like eggs you like ham; you know, that kind of thing. The smallest things, like preferring jazz to metal is the best definition of diversity because the influence that brought by trivial preferences is by far the most free-willed personal choice.

This kind of thinking made me rethink diversity. This is why cute kitten videos are the most popular videos in youtube. Cute kittens videos are not bounded by race, language or skin, just interest.

And that's the most interesting and pure kind of diversity: interest.

That is why I chose to ask volunteers about their favourite food, music, movies etc. because those trivial preference is the purest form of diversity.

Busy

I'm currently making 5 short videos and ads for competitions all around the world. I'm not much of a social butterfly to land contracts in Malaysia so I prefer to get my much needed experiences by entering competitions.

I have poor parents so to I fuel my passion with the money I make from competitions. I don't think they even understand how badly I want to be the best in the biz so they only gave me money for food and transport. I am not alone. Malay parents are usually like this. They don't like to invest on their children. Instead, they invest most of their money on their houses, cars and land. They want their kids to suffer like how they suffered when they were younger. This is why most second generation malays are in the poor-middleclass category.

10 Benda Yang Sakit Dipijak

I'm a very clumsy guy. I fell from high places more than I should in a lifetime. I've been told that I'm very lucky to have survived some of my major accidents. The most annoying kind of accidents are those that are avoidable and that includes stepping on something painful.

So here's a list of the 10 top most painful things you can step on.

10. Tahi kucing. Memang tak sakit kaki tapi sakit hati. Baunya kuat dan teksturnya pula berkrim.

9. Butang capal. Selalunya kalau datang lambat ke masjid, selipar akan tersadai beberapa meter dari entrance jadi dalam perjalanan keluar, kita terpaksa pijak selipar dan kasut lain. Kalau terangguk-angguk semasa dengar khutbah Jumaat, balasan minima-Nya ialah terpijak butang capat apabila keluar masjid.

8. Anak tangga ajaib. Kita ada body memory. Badan kita sudah hafal bilangan anak tangga jadi kalau menaiki tangga sewaktu gelap dengan tiada masalah. Tapi apabila turun tangga waktu siang, kadang-kadang kita ter-over konfiden dan memijak anak tangga yang ajaib. Akibat terpijak angin, kaki pun terhentak pada anak tangga yang solid.

7. Paku payung. Paku payung paling sakit kalau terkena bucu kaki.

6. Paku konkrit. Kalau ada construction tour, pakai kasut berjenama teguh yang beralas besi. Jangan jadi macam aku dan pakai crocs. Tak pasal-pasal kena tetanus shot.

5. Cermin mata. Sebab cermin mata senang patah/pecah dan mahal gila babas. Lagi-lagi kalau terpijak spek Dior yang dibeli dengan keringat sendiri.

4. Zip seluar yang bertaburan. Aha, satu lagi balasan-Nya.

3. Sisa kaca gelas yang pecah pagi tadi.

2. Lead pensil mekanikal. Ia tajam, panjang dan rapuh. Kita juga terpaksa menjalankan operasi surgical menggunakan alat-alat seperti pemotong kuku dan tweezers.

1. Kepala plak bermata tiga. Kepala plak ini ada dimana-mana. Kipas, washing machine, seterika dll. Kalau terpijak anak setan ni, untuk seketika kita akan merindui pensil, pen dan chopstick.

Hantu Asrama Majlis Sukan Negara?

I'm not an agnostic but I am a common skeptic. When I first heard about the hauntings happening in Majlis Sukan Negara hostels, the initial thought that ran through my mind came in a form of a sport newspaper headline:

"Atlit Negara Kecundang Akibat Serangan Makhlus Halus"

There were claims that some athletes who lives in the MSN hostel practice black magic to boost their performance but I

The Ustaz of MSN was called in to protect our national athletes. He said he successfully set up walls around the MSN hostel using his prayers and Quranic verses.

Scary eh?

I just think they should cover the scientifically logical causes before asking the Ustaz to put up 'walls'. The invisible wall should be an alternative prevention and not the main solution. If you're sick, will you go to the clinic or the ustaz first?

Hmm?

Kepala Babi dalam Masjid?

Three mosques in Kuala Lumpur was desecrated with pig heads. The two mosques are the Masjid Jumhuriyah in Taman Dato Harun and the Al- Imam Tirmizi mosque at Taman Sri Sentosa.

These pig heads (in the picture) was found in a UM mosque.

Tension between religions in this country is getting worse everyday. First the arson attacks on churches and sikh temples. Then the pathetic arson on two Suraus. Now there are people throwing pig heads in mosques.

Is it politically motivated? I don't think so. There are plenty of hooligans in Malaysia to do these things just for the sake of it. Adrenaline junkies yang tak mampu bungee jumping.

But just look at those heads. Do you know how much does a pig head cost? I don't know myself but from what I've heard, it's pretty expensive. What a waste. But thank goodness they lapik the heads with a piece of green cloth.

In the history of Malaysia's animal head protest, the people responsible for this one if by far the most considerate. But this is not something new. Remember this?

I think using cow heads for 'Islamic' protest is far more offensive than the kepala babi incident because for our Hindu friends and family, cows are holy creatures but for muslims, pigs are not unholy. You touch'em, you samak. Habis cerita. They are just animals, like any other animals. They are just dirtier so the washing process is more thorough.

I personally think pigs are cute. Pigs are also very beneficial to us in general. Their organs, blood vessels etc. are very similar to us human so their innards are often used to replace our defective organs. Pigs also made stem cell research to regrow our own organs possible. So I hope my fellow muslims brothers don't make a big fuss just because the hooligans used pig heads and not cow dung.

Muslims should approach this issue dengan penuh cool because really, we have nothing to lose. Protesting will not achieve anything. Rallies will only jam roads and affect productivity of nearby shops and offices. The only party that will benefit from protests and rallies is the 7/11 franchise.

Let's be cool about it and encourage more inter-religion talks and discussions.

And to those responsible for the so called desecration, pigs are cute okay? Even for muslims like me.

Just so you know, the only thing that can offend muslims are for the muslims to react un-Islamically in the name of Islam.

That already happened so none of y'all can beat our own desecration on our own religion.

Haha.

Dragged to Court for Making Fun of Ahmad Fahrin?

A blogger by the name of Azwad wants me to be dragged into court for writing Ahmad Fahrin Kaki Pukul?

If you've read the post, you will notice that I was poking fun at Fahrin's tearful press release. It seems that Azwad thinks that what I did is against the law. In what country is making fun of celebrities unlawful? Especially when there was no distortion or manipulation of facts? Where I ask you? Afghanistan?

He wrote this in my comment box recently:

Done. This post was emailed to Fahrin's lawyer. The rest is up to Fahrin. Of
course, you're not important to him. Your post is a good evidence of a negative
impact he expected.

We graduated from the same law school and it hurts
me that you are not sensitive at all about his feelings towards his mom.

You don't care. Is it because your parents were divorced when you're
young? You never had what he had?

I was honest (in Arabic its Afiq
right?) when I said you are smart especially after going through many of your
posts here but why all this provocative mannerism? Are you enjoying this?

Of course, you don't care.

To Megat Izzuddin; Law graduate from
UIA right? That disclaimer can't be used. It is as good as the disclaimer in
parking lots. Fiction is not a defence in a defamation suit, only truth is. The
court would look into the impact of the libel while defence of parody is
subjective; it may or may not be used.

Personal attack much?

Who is this guy anyway? Why is he getting so angry over this? So angry that he bothered to browse through my past entries?

Now, since when is making fun of celebrities against the law? They are celebrities and they are tainted with even worse gossips and rumours. Some rumours are even crafted by them to get more media exposure. I didn't make up gossips or rumours or anything like that. I was giving him more internet exposure by writing down my personal opinion of what his statement meant to me.

AND, he even poked fun of my name. Afiq is a common name nowadays. Afiq 20 odd years ago was like today's Danish. But my parents named me because it also means intellectual. What is the purpose of this explaination??

AND, no, I'm not in LAW. I'm in architecture.

AND no, the commenter is not Megat Izzuddin. His real name is Megat Ismail. Did Azwad happened to watch 4 Peringkat Ajal and assumed that the actor Megat Izzuddin is the commenter? He's not even in Law. But it's good that you watch 4PA. Thanks for watching. Appreciate it.

Buat malu la wei. Research Balas Dendam tak betul.

AND it's true, Ann Alien. I have a lot of haters now. This is actually quite worrying. There's a BrownNeck thing going on in Malaysia nowadays and malay muslims are getting more protective and aggressive when it comes to discussion of Islam or Melayu.

AND the intimidation is getting so much more intense. There's a cowboy mentality going around the net now. There's a common pattern:

1. He's saying/writing something that we don't like.

2. Let's set up a FaceBook group dedicated to hating whatever is said/written by this person.

3. Let's take turns and attack the person's morale by cursing his mother, father, future children etc. in his blog in the name of Islam. Allahuakbar!

4. Let's file a police report. Come, we did this before with Aduka Taruna and we can do it again.

5. Let's get him arrested and humiliated for the rest of his life.

6. Let's enjoy our success and organise a kenduri to commemerate the loss of his life, pride, marriage, children, etc.

Now someone wants me to get sued for making fun of a celebrity!

So bizzare. Kalau macam ni, bankrupt la surat khabar dan majalah dalam negara ni!

When I Die by Mattie Stepanek

I was browsing books in MPH and came upon a collection of poems by Mattie Stepanek who died four years ago. I read When I Die and copied it in my small notebook. When I came back from MPH, I switched on the telly and there it was again, a recording of When I Die by Mattie Stepanek. It broke a chord in me and I started crying like nobody's business.

It's just that I've always had a fantasy of heaven and this world is portrayed by so many people as a test that we have to go through to get to heaven. In a way, that's why people are dying to protect their religions by all force governed necessary. They want a rightful place in heaven.

But for Mattie, this world IS heaven. And when he is in heaven, he wants to do the same thing he did in the world because he loved it so much.

This is a new way of thinking for me and for many of you. To go through our lives like we're in heaven and are able to do what we want to do, what we've been dying to do. The world is a much peaceful place when we're all in heaven on earth.

When I Die

When I die, I want to be a child in Heaven.

I want to be a ten-year-old cherub.

I want to be a hero in Heaven,

And a peacemaker,

Just like my goal on Earth.

I will ask God if I can Help the people in Purgatory.

I will help them think,

About their life, And their spirits, About their future.

I will help them Hear their Heartsongs again,

So they can finally See the face of God, So soon.

When I die, I want to be, Just like I want to be Here on Earth.

-Mattie Stepanek, November 1999

Fahrin Ahmad Kaki Pukul?

Let's play a game guys. It's called reading between the lines. Let's start with this rather hot topic that dominated all major newspapers yesterday: Fahrin Ahmad Kaki Pukul question mark.

“Apa perasaan anda apabila orang bertanyakan pada ibu anda yang sedang sakit, adakah anak anda kaki pukul?” I am fishing for sympathy by assimilating this humiliating incident with an unrelated case which is my mom's sickness.

“Ini bukan keputusan mudah dan saya ambil masa panjang untuk ambil tindakan undang-undang ini. Sebelum ini, saya hanya berdiam diri tetapi kini keadaan tidak terkawal, menyebabkan saya tertekan dari aspek psikologi dan mencalar maruah saya." I've no other choice. It was a split second decision. Before Linda and Scha come out with their allegations, I better make this case mine! I am now the victim. Take that, beyotch!

“Biarpun pada mula saya anggap perkara sebegini remeh, sebaliknya apa yang dilaporkan menerusi dua akhbar ini menjadi bukti kukuh untuk saya ambil tindakan undang-undang. Kedua-dua artikel ini mewujudkan keraguan yang menjurus persoalan saya berperangai macam itu. I thought physical abuse is a minor issue. I should've watched more Oprah.

“Sebelum ini, saya terima banyak panggilan (telefon) yang bertanya sama ada benar saya ini kaki pukul. Saya sedih dengar perkara ini kerana sikap sebenar saya bukan macam itu. Saya seorang yang ceria dan suka senyum pada orang lain,” My words are more credible than my two 'victims'. Get the scoop bitches! I am NICE and I like to SMILE!!!!

“Cinta saya ikhlas dan ia tidak seharusnya berakhir begini. Bila habis bercinta, saya bercakap perkara yang baik dan tidak reka sesuatu yang boleh membuat orang lain berprasangka buruk." I expect my homegirls to shut the f**k up. I tell my friends that they have nice booties and this is how they repay me?

“Sebelum ini, apabila saya putus cinta dengan Linda dan Scha Al-Yahya, saya cuma berdiam diri. Saya tahu risiko bercinta dengan selebriti, tetapi saya bersyukur dan tidak kesal dengan mereka,” I'm a playa!

Blogger Aduka Taruna Ditangkap Polis?

That is very likely.

JOHOR BAHRU: Ketua Polis Johor, Datuk Mohd Mokhtar Shariff, berkata sebanyak 25 laporan polis diterima daripada pelbagai pihak di seluruh negeri ini yang berdukacita terhadap penulisan blog http://adukataruna.blogspot.com

You can read his controversial statement here.

Although he had apologised for his lapse of judgement, police will carry on with their investigation and it is most likely that he will be called for questioning.

I personally think that his statement was rude and uncalled for but it is not something people should report to the police because his words does not inflict physical harm (unlike the ASWARA student who posted in FB that he will burn churches for a minimal fee)

However, sentiments on Sultans are still very strong among malays in some peninsular Malaysia states and their loyalty to the Sultans are undivided. For many Malays, Sultans are still relevant head of states and I know for a fact that many are still willing to die for them (not me though as I'd rather die for an Academy Award win for Best Picture, yeargh! Dream Big!)

Aduka Taruna, a PAS supporter may not agree with the Sultanate concept or detests Sultan Iskandar for his previous crimes but unfortunately his crudeness became an emotional issue. Sure, no one is physically hurt by his statement but for grieving Johoreans, he volunteered himself to become a pinata for Johoreans to channel their frustration.

I sincerely believe that the police should not get caught up with their emotions and carry on their duties to protect Johoreans. But if they do arrest Aduka Taruna:

1. He will become a more powerful PAS supporter, paving his way to PAS leadership in the future.

2. His blog will become even more famous and his PAS-obsessed entries will be read by millions of curious people.

3. He will become a subject of debate of the relevance of the Sultanates in Malaysia.

If I were to have a say in this issue, I would urge everyone to rise above our loyalty towards a single human being and watch Glee on Wednesday, just after American Idol.

Kemangkatan Sultan Iskandar of Johor

Sultan Iskandar was pronounced dead on Friday. Johoreans are urged to show their condolences by performing tahlil and wearing black and white clothes for three days after the late Sultan's death.

There are many controversies revolving the late Sultan and it is customary for malays and muslims not to speak or mention negative things about those who are recently deceased. Strangely enough, more people are looking for information about him online, even more than when he was alive.

He has his share of controversies and not to mention several cases of abuse and manslaughter but we shall not dwell on these matters because he is no longer with us. His misdeeds and sins will now be judged by God Almighty and not us mere mortals.

You can read more about the life and death of the late Sultan here, in his own wiki page.

What can I say? We are not perfect. We all have our shares of sins. However, this doesn't stop people from ridiculing the late Sultan. If all, we should look at the brighter side of things. Now royalties are no longer immuned to civil laws.

Because of the late Sultan Iskandar, we enjoy a better justice system than before.

Al-Fatihah.