Dear Son,

Thanks Allah for the gift. Thanks Allah, thanks a lot.

Thanks ka, mamu.

I love you Razique. Love you a lot, my son

When You Say…

When You say…….

Oh Lord, many people hurt me
Allah says: 3:159, So pardon them and ask forgiveness for them

Oh Lord, I’m in pain
Allah says: 39:53, do not despair of the mercy of Allah

Oh Lord, nobody knows what is in my heart
Allah says: 13:28, Verily, in the remembrance of Allah do hearts find rest

Oh Lord, I feel I’m alone
Allah says: 50:16, We are closer to him than [his] jugular vein

Oh Lord, My sins are so many
Allah says: 3:135, and who can forgive sins except Allah?

Oh Lord, do not leave me
Allah says: 2:152, So remember Me; I will remember you..

Oh Lord, I’m facing a lot of difficulties in life
Allah says: 65:2, and whoever fears Allah – He will make for him a way out

Oh Lord I need hope
Allah says: 94:6, Indeed, with hardship [will be] ease.

Oh Lord, I have many dreams that I want to come true
Allah says: 40:60, Call upon Me; I will respond to you.

“Then which of the favours of your Lord will you deny?” (Al-Quran,55:75)

The Missing Puzzle

World is weird, isn’t it ? Sigh!

I still remember, when first my dad bought a computer. I was 13. Me and my sibling always fight to take our turns to use the computer. Al thou there is nothing much to do, we spent most of our time by playing silly stupid card games, or draw weird stuffs on paint.

But everything change when we have internet connection at home. A lot of drama.

But now everything has changed. Al thou each of us have our own pc / laptop but it’s not gonna be the same.

Miss you so much Sis, Bro.

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Kenangan-kenangan lalu mengusik kalbu. Masih teringat bagaimana kita sering bertengkar, tak kisah perkara-perkara kecil atau besar….

p/s : It’s funny bro when I asked you why you’re sad and you told me that you’re not. I can read what your mind speaks, and what your heart whispers.. Because I am your sister

Rezeki datang sekali sekala, syukur jika ia KENA

Hari tu, tergesa-gesa menuju ke kelas. Seperti biasa saya pandu kereta ke kelas sambil mendengar Ikim.Fm

 

REZEKI DATANG SEKALI SEKALA, SYUKURLAH JIKA IA KENA

 

 

Pada awalnya, saya tidak faham dengan ungkapan tersebut. Tetapi, apabila Ustaz tersebut berkongsi sebuah cerita, barulah saya faham dan cerita tersebut benar-benar menghiris perasaan saya.

 

Puan M, telah lama mendirikan rumah tangga. Dia dan suaminya sangat bahagia. Rumah yang selesa, dan kewangan yang stabil. Cuma, kadang-kala apabila terdengar bunyi riuh dari rumah sebelah hatinya menjadi sedih. Sudah lama mendirikan rumah tangga, tapi belum ada rezeki anak.

 

Pada suatu hari, Pn M bersembang dengan jirannya

“Alangkah bahagianya jika saya ada anak. Tentu hidup saya akan lebih sempurna”

 

Allah itu Maha Kuasa. Setelah beberapa bulan,Puan M disahkan hamil. Berita gembira itu dikongsi dengan suaminya.

Puan M merupakan seorang yang menyukai kesempurnaan. What we call is “perfectionist” Jadi setelah disahkan jantinya anaknya melalu Ultrasound, Puan M telah menyediakan pakaian yang seuai dengan jantina anaknya, dari pakaian bayi baru lahir until for 6month old baby. Begitu juga dengan bilik bayi, serta alat permainan bayi. Dari mainan bayi sehingga mainan buat kanak-kanak lelaki yang berusia setahun.

 

Setelah anaknya lahir, Puan M merasakanhidupnya telah sempurna. Dia sanggup berhenti kerja, supaya dapat menumpukan perhatian kepada anaknya. Seperti yang kita tahu, sifat Paun M yang sukakan kesempurnaan itu, membuatkan Puan M inginkan kesempuraan dalam setiap aspek. Aspek penjagaan anak, penjagaan rumah dan sebagainya.

 

Setelah beberapa tahun berlalu, anak Puan M semakin membesar. Kalau tidak silap, anaknya sudah mencapai usia 5 tahun. Akan tetapi, Puan M mempunyai satu maslaah besar dengan sikap anaknya. Anaknya mempunyai sikap yang bertentangan dengan ibunya. Suka menyepahkan rumah, mengoyak surat khabar, mengotorkan rumah, menarik langsir.. anaknya langsung tidak berdisplin. Ini membuatkan Puan M sangat tertekan dan marah.

 

Rumahnya tidak sekemas dan sebersih dahulu. Puan M menjadi stress dan sering berkasar dengan anaknya.Pada suatu hari, Puan M telah menghubungi sahabatnya, dan menjemput mereka untuk makan.

 

Pada petang itu, Puan M telah selesai mengemas rumah dan memperingati anaknya supaya tidak menyepahkan rumah. Selepas itu, dia ke dapur untuk memasak. Setelah siap, dia ke ruang tamu dan terkejut melihat keadaan rumahnya. Semuanya tunggang tebalik, dan cebisan surat khabar ada di mana mana.

 

Kerana terlalu marah, dia menjerit meanggil nama anaknya. Itulah kali pertama, dia menjerit begitu kuat sehingga anaknya terlalu terkejut dan berlari. Puan M mengejar anaknya. Anaknya itu, terus berlari keluar dan menghala ke jalan raya dihadapan rumahnya. Puan M yang berang terus mengejar sehingga  tiba-tiba dia terdengar suatu bunyi hentaman yang kuat dan terasa ada percikan air diwajahnya. Dia terdiam, dan melihat itu adalah darah anaknya dan jasad anaknya kaku di depan matanya. 

 

Dia merangkul tubuh anaknya, dan membawanya ke hospital. Sepanjang perjalanan ke hospital Puan M menangis dan berdoa supaya Allah memberikannya peluang kedua kerana dia sedar dia sering berkasar dengan anaknya, dan dia berjanji akan menjadi ibu yang penyayang, tetapi Alalh lebih sayangkan anaknya. Anaknya disahkan meninggal dunia.

 

Puan M sangat sedih dan berkata pada dirinya“Aku bukanlah ibu yang baik” 

 

Selepas kematian anaknya, Puan M menjadi sangat tertekan. Setiap malam,dia akan ke bakul sampah, mengeluarkan cebisan-cebisan kertas yang dikoyakkan anaknya, menaburkannya di ruang tamu dan menangis. Puan M baru sedar, itulah kegembiraan yang sebenarnya. Kenakalan anak itu adalah suatu nikmat jika dia menghayatinya, tapi sayang.. dia telah mengabaikannya..

 

Benarlah, rezeki datang sekali sekala, syukur jika ia KENA

Intan My Jaani

This thread is for my Jaan, Intan (Diamond) I love you a lot baby. Whatever I do, it reminds me of you. The time we spent together, all the precious moment we had together.

  • When I eat western food, it reminds me of you (You taught me of all this western food) 
  • When it comes to late night movie, it reminds me of you. Whenever it rains, it reminds me of you. 
  • Whenever am feeling so sad and depressed, it reminds me of you. 
  • Whenever I heard a bolly songs, it reminds me of you. 
  •  Whenever it rains, it reminds me of you. 
  • Whenever am feeling so sad and depressed, it reminds me of you.
  • And a lot more. I wont list everything 😀 I will keep it as secret

 Love you a lot Jaani. I can never forget the moment you came and helped me. It was a heavy rain. You and me, walked together that night and since then, no one may erase your name from my heart.

My prayer is always with you. May Allah put you in ease, and strengthen you. May Allah grant you a righteous husband. Mwaah ❤

Allahumma ameen.

Rude Woman!

Due to endless problem, headache and depression, I’ve made my mind to run away from every evil cause that can lead me in further depression. I didn’t sleep for few days and stay up at night so I can finish all my tasks and submit it earlier so that I can breaths peacefully. Yes! I made it.
So that afternoon after my OSCE examination, I left my hometown with a singing heart. Yes, am going to meet my only nephew with a lot of dreams. On the bus, I noticed a lot of free empty seats. Who bother? When the bus about to move, I made a little prayer asking Allah may HE forgive my sin if this is my last travel.
After few minutes, I heard an Indian man who sat next to me vomit. It was loud. In fact, it was too loud.
So I hand him a plastic bag and some “asam”. With hope he will get better as I didn’t bring my anti-emetic medication. He looked at me, and I able to read “million thank” from his eyes.
I have no idea what’s wrong with the Chinese woman who sat right in front of me. She starred at the Indian man with a disgust feeling which is so obvious. A minute later, she changed her place since there are free seats available and before she moved, she starred at me too.
Dear Miss,
Okay I should call you aunty since I can see the thick make-up and I know you’re trying to gain some attention, a-teen-wanna-be. Do you know what is Headache? Migraine?
Do you know that migraine do have aura, that will make things become so ugly until the person can’t tolerate with the pain and the funny sensation? By vomiting and paracetamol it may reduce the pain. So, there is no wrong with it. Nobody wants to vomit in the bus. Trust me, no one. So if he did, it’s not his fault. It’s an unwanted, uncontrolled pathology. So miss, stop acting like a moron. Do more homework and please respect others. How I wish I can snap a picture of you and distribute it to the whole world.
p/s : I hate racist peeps.
DISCLAIMER : Btw I am not racist. I mentioned the race matter not to provoke anyone. I am living in Chinese neighborhood, grew up in Chinese Community, and I have a lot of Chinese friends. I have no problem with Chinese community and I love them, exception applied to this aunty who has lack of manner and attitude problem.

Btw a snap of my sweetheart

The Story of a Child (Palestine)

The Story of a Child (Palestine)

The story of a child
Not combat attire.
The story of a child
Disarrayed in the rain.
Columns of tanks in battle array
And a woman carrying a pitcher of the rain.
She is his mother in total disarray
Welcoming him in the sunshine rain.
Son, come drink this water from the day’s rain!
Where’s it, Mama?
Cries the boy disarrayed in the rain.
My hospital leg? My hospital leg?
The woman points to the column
Of tanks in battle array
Where stood their home before the morn’s rain.
The boy limps on
On a single leg
Limps he on
To find the rally on.
His father lay high in the rain
On shoulders and tears of the day’s rain
Gift-wrapped in the nation’s rain
Face high in the rain
Peace! O Peace!
How doest thou lounge in this rain?

By Safi Abdi

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