If you...

If you were asked about what kind of superpower would you desire to have, what would you say?

"What superpower would you like to have??"

Me? Well... I'd choose a power to turn back time.

It seems like, the more you grow older, the more time becomes your arch enemy.
You would wish that you were younger, or wish that you could do more. Somehow, at a very certain point you would always seem to wish for more time...

"I wish I had more time to do my homework"
"I wish I had more time to get ready"
"I wish I had more time to think about this hard exam question"

"I wish I could have spent more time with you"

Our regrets just grow as we age. Not having anytime at all for what is most important in our lives.
My mother used to say that not having ANY time to DO something is not an excuse, everyone has 24 hours in a day. It's fair. If they were able to do everything and anything with that given 24 hours, why can't you do the same?
So do we really don't have enough time?

Or is it that THAT time was not reserved for the most heart wrenching regret you have in your heart?

Yeah. Mine is the 2nd one.
I regret not having to be a better person, a better daughter and a better grand daughter, when he was still around.

He was sick, he had a stroke. Since the first day I got myself enrolled in UTM, it was only a few days I saw him hopelessly lying on the hospital bed. We was deep in his slumber. Nobody knew when he was going to wake up again, nor did they know if he ever will. My mother kept telling me to go and see him every once a while while he was still breathing, and I had to oblige. Even tough I didn't want to. I hated the times I had to travel so far just to see him. But I should have known better.
He got better after and I thought everything was fine. I was about to be so happy with an unburdened life. No driving the car all the way the other side of Malaysia just to see him. But at that time things took a dark turn for me.
He came to my house instead, forcing me to come home every single day just to see him and help him. I hated it. I hated it so bad. My friends hated me for always ditching them all the time, my mother told me to not tell anyone of this somewhat contract I'm in, and everyday of my life became a living hell. At that point I hated them and myself. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how to handle this kind of situation.
So that day, I told my mom, " I don't want to do this anymore," she was sad to hear that, trying to hold in her tears. "Why?" she asked.
"I wanna do my job,in my robotics club mom, please leave me alone for once,"
She cried.
I didn't.
And I regretted that.
That night, during our examination week, he took me by surprise.
That night when my mother called, "he's gone," was all she said to me.
I realized, that I loved him. I loved him to my heart's deepest core,but he doesn't know that.
He'll never know. I regret it. Very much.
I wish I had done better to him. I really do.

I wish I could turn back time,just to see him one more time. Just one more time, to tell him my feelings before he goes away.

I really do.

Now, I spend my life regretting every little mean things said and done. Every day I see my friends' faces, the scar just goes deeper. It hurts every time. I can't bare to even look at them anymore. Not after what I've done. I'm sorry guys.
No one knows this pain. It'll perish along with these regretful memories of mine. In secret. I wishI could tell you guys the truth about my truth, but I made an oath to my mother.

This story stays with me and only me.

The Little Helper at Midnight

Every morning, I hear the high pitched squeaking sound at the entrance of my door, never failing to wake me of my deep slumber. Every morning I hear footsteps coming closer and closer to it's aid but when I turn the knob, he was never there.

What could it be?

Who would come to the aid of these homeless when no one else would?

My eyes wildly scanned the hall for a sign, just a single sign of presence but alas silence was the only thing that answered my call. I starred down at the homeless, sighed then smiled.

"Meow"

How could anyone not appreciate and adore such innocent and beautiful eyes such as thee? This would had succumb to the cruelty of time, leaving such pure hearts burn in ashes of darkness, dwindling in the web of fear until thee is of not of pure light any longer.

But once in a life time, like now, you would fine a person roaming the city with nothing to give spends their love and happiness for others to share. Scares away the loneliness in children's hearts and tuck them into beds, leaves food for the homeless and aid the need. This person of mysteries are quite rare to be seen in bright day light as they linger in the dark but never consumed in selfishness. This person of pure intentions was always misjudged and sometimes never known by people of it's kind, because this person of mysteries did all of the things people never did was for only one reason only.

That reason is for Allah the almighty.

:)

Ramadhan... Oh Ramadhan...

Bismillah... peace be upon you my dear reader,

Lately just a few days of dear Ramadhan had past and this peace syaitan-less month had me thinking. It is a huge honor to be given the privilege to blog out this thought.

Here I go!^^

There was once a time not so long ago (well.. just a few days ago actually..teheee) where I had over heard an individual spoke to his brothers and sisters.

He had said, "Ramadhan is a month where syaitan all around the world (*pin point* just exaggerating) are tide-up and locked in hell which only means that we're left with ourselves and our inseparable friend our nafs." They all nodded in agreement along with myself. Then he had his eyes fixed on his brothers and sisters and he stated again;

"If any of you claim to want to self indulge yourself than Ramadhan is the best time for you to do so because no outsider is getting in your way, blinding you of what your true intentions are, so whatever is left with you during the Ramadhan is only YOU"

And to this locks clicked and doors opened. It makes sense I said to myself. Whatever happens to me during this festive month is based mainly on my own accord. I looked to my left, then to my right, from the faces made by my family I concluded that they were feeling the same way.

Ramadhan is the month for you to truly distinguish your true colors, and lately, I have to admit I'm just a tad shade of grey maybe with a tinge of purple-ish blue. (An emotional wreck in other words.)

Then a sudden voice whispered in my ears. I hadn't been listening carefully before, rather I never even bothered to listen but on that moment, during that time Allah had opened my ears loud and clear until the whispers that I've ignored before came to me like thunder.

"You're a diamond" it said to me. "A rare piece of jewel. Pure at the core. Yet stained by dirt and ashes that came with the wind. But hear me out! You made it thus far, no matter how much the wind blew you strengthened your roots and never gave in. So they never got to your core, you're still pure at your core just like how everyone else is when they were born and surfaced into this world," she said and gave me a light tap on my shoulder then gave me a warm smile.

"Don't give up, it's Ramadhan and it still is. Make it count"

I smiled. It's true! I still have a chance. I thought to myself...

So all of that leads me to one thing a servant of Allah had shared with me.
3 simple tips to graduate in Ramadhan with flying rainbows^^ (please, if you're a student avoid using this saying...)

1. Get intimate with your wiffy or hubby the QURAN as much as possible because they are your umbrella in the afterlife for as long as you would imagine.
2. Make sure you get yourself sold with the best price in your SOLAT with khushu'-ness. (I am aware that that's not even a word -,-)
3. Purchase extraordinary INFAQ cement to secure the homes and farms you've made in Jannah thus far.

Because Ramadhan will only come once every in 11 months. So why not?

Well there you go, that's my thought. Alhamdulillah I thank Allah the creator of the high heavens for giving me the opportunity to voice this thought in a way that I hope would help you. I'm a servant ready to help! Yosh!

p/s: If you ever happen to read this abandoned blog, then just know this -though it's just a feeling of mine- Allah, our creator is trying to reach out to you BECAUSE He still LOVES you. Give it a chance meh?

salamualaikum :)

Begger in the Streets on Unknown

Bismillah...
Peace be upon you...

Now normally I would just start this long not-so-awaited entry with the fact that it's been such a long period of time since I last posted ANYTHING at all ANYWHERE in the Internet. Had a few complications here and there, and I kindda had to miss a few interviews for my brother's sake. Doesn't matter anymore anyways... for family it's always worth it, but what matters right now or I should say what's kindda making me angry at the moment is that this so called fate is trying to play games again.

I thought that the only reason why I'm feeling like I've been dumped in hell was because I had committed a sin. I've made up my mind to leave every possible hurtful painful stressful assumptions in the past and never look back. I thought I did the right thing. I thought that if I didn't look back that there's no way I'd see it again... but no matter where I look it's always there. It's like I'm haunted to the depth of my core and I can't do anything about it. I left the bench.. this time I really did leave. I left without a trace but... it's like all I did after I left was walking in circles. Yes, I'm tired and I need a rest but the only bench I see is the last one I sat on.

Why would I want to sit on a bench that shattered me to pieces?

After school, reality really hit me hard. The long life friends that I've made ended up to be something fake trying to lure me into the darkest shadows they would call 'The Light'. The people outside my sanctuary never really were humans in the first place and always seems to believe that kindness never will exist in this cruel world. My best companions all have grudges on the only place I know to call home.

Now almost everyone looks like entertainers. I lost my umbrella on a rainy day. I lost my balloons along with my smile. I lost the old man's shoulders that never fails to put me to sleep. I'm walking aimlessly in a theme park on a very busy Sunday. No matter how much I shout... the music booms louder.

I'm scared.

I'm terrified so I reached out my hands. Anything, anything would do as long as I'm saved from this never ending Nile river but alas, I continue to drift further and further dwindling into the darkest corners of the streets.

Homeless, cold, scared and helpless.

So please. I'm hurt and alone. I've always had been. Please, won't you just stay behind that glass so I'll know that this will never be? Won't you just make the clock stay on midnight so I'll never return knowing all this lie will go away? Won't you just look the doors so I won't have a chance to save you before the last petal? Won't you just give up seeing that my castle is full of thorns? Won't you just let me turn into bubbles after you marry someone else?

Have your happy ending as you please but please if I'm just the flower girl than don't come smiling at me. I don't want to see it.

A flower has 5 petals..

Bismillahi Rahmaanir Rahiim...

A flower has five petals..
Count with me...
1...
2...
3...
4...
5...

Remember that day when we were counting flower petals with our mom? We were young then, we didn't know much about life. Life then was just a  dream to us, filled with hopes and dreams... and the people who love us...

Love..

It's an excruciatingly painful thing, yet mysteriously relieving.

No one has had the right definition towards the word love or whether it exists. I guess I'm just another one of those individuals. But I can tell you one thing about love...

The one being loved is like a flower. Both fragile and beautiful. My grandmother once told me that if you like a single flower than don't pick it. If you do it'll wilt and die. Than it won't be as beautiful anymore and you'd have to throw it away.

Instead she told me to replant it. Than only will it grow bigger and more beautiful than it ever was.

This she told me was love.

Anyone can love the surface of a flower. What's not to love? It's beautiful and fragrant. Has very lovely colours and very attractive. But only one true to his duties and feelings will be able to love the flower internally. Only he would care for it like it was his own life. Until it grows and glows magnificently under the moon.

True love don't burn you down, it turns you into a better person and closer to your Creator.

That was what she said. If it doesn't, than it is not called love. Right?

Well, I'll leave you to judge.

Gifts of today

Yesterday is history,
Tomorrow is a mystery,
But today is a gift,
That is why they call it the 'present'.

But how sure are you that history will never be?
How sure are you that tomorrow will be?
How sure are you that today instead of being given a tremendous gift, you forgot to take it?

Forget...

No matter how simple the word sounds. No matter how often people experience it. No matter how frequent we say we forget. It must occur to us that forgetting is syaitan's biggest weapon.

To make us forget.

When we were gifted to this wolrd, we knew who we were. We knew who to worship. We promised Him that we will make Him, Allah our Illah until He takes us back to meet our creator.

Astaughfirullah..

All of that changed because we forgot.

We forgot our main purpose of existence, we forgot who our true love is.

I have forgotten...

That is why Allah has sent me friends.

They tell me where I'm wrong and why I'm wrong. They tell me how I should be in order to be a better Muslim. They hold me up when I'm about to fall deep. They are the gifts of today that we should always appreciate even if its only just a 1 second friendship.

Because a Muslims stay together,  fight together, and insyaAllah will hand in hand enter the Jannah Firdaus. Subahanallah.

The Quran and the Sunnah. Also our friends... are the gifts of today.. :)

A touch of life...

Bismillahi rahmani rahiim...

Today was a fine day. Everything went well.

Alhamdulillah...

It wasn't as good as before but it was fine.

Alhamdulillah...

I could move.

Alhamdulillah...

I can breathe.

Alhamdulillah...

I could see His magnificent creations. Their beauty is of anything the mind could ever imagine. The brilliance is of nothing the humam mind could accomplish.

Alhamdulillah...

Isn't life wonderful?

If...

We live for Allah. We die for Allah. We eat for Allah. We study for Allah. We LOVE for Allah untill jannah.

Life is very meaningful.

Lillahi ta'ala,  everything is wonderful.
So how many times have you said alhamdulillah today for everything?

None yet?

It's never too late to worship our beloved Ilah.

So start now.

Wasalam...

Assalamualaikum...

Bismillahi rahmani rahiim..

In the name of Allah most gracious, most compassionate..

Laying here in the midst of His creation, I am dwindled. I was blind... and I guess I still am. Astaghfirullah..

How did it turn this way?
Where did I go wrong?

I was sad..
I was depressed..
I was angry..
So I turned away... far away..

From You...
And Your blessing...

I gave into him..
Yet You gave me friends as blessings to keep me with You..
I started my days with him on my mind...
Yet You're beautiful ayat were still played for my wretched ears to listen..
So I'd remember You...
Even if it's just for a moment..
I ignored your calls..
Just so that I could have it my way...
Yet You still gave me the pleasures of life...
But what is life without You, oh almighty...

I've sinned...
Sinned in the worst way...
Buy your forgiveness is undeniable...

How could I've been so blind...

Blind by the 'dunia'

I'm ashamed...
Ashamed to call myself a Muslim...
Ashamed to call myself the servant of the One..
The most Gracious...
I'm ashamed that I have astray..
Far from where I should be..
But I have no one else to blame but me...

Our sahabah had onced been asked,

"What is the greatest nikmah to be received for a muslim? "

One of them said "wealth,"

Then they are asked, "what nikmah is bigger than that a Muslim had ever received?"

One of them said, "the nikmah of health and prosperity, "

"Bigger than that? " he asked again.

One of them said,"the nikmah of iman and Islam, "

"Bigger than that?" He asked again.

They all fell silent.  They did not understand neither could they find the answer to thay question.  The asker smiled then said,

"The biggest nikmah that a Muslim has ever received is having Allah as God"

Having Allah as God is more than anything we could ever ask for. Why?

He loves us. He cares for us. He gives us second chances.  He forgives us. He remembers us.
Most of all, He gives us everything we asked for.

Everything.

So tell me now...

Who should we live for?

Puding...

Puding..

Caramel Puding..

I remember that day when my eyes met you for the first time.

It was like a jolt of electricity had struck my lifeless core.

It had been so long since I've felt excitement rushing in me.

It had been so ling since I've felt the agony of pain tormenting me.

There are many candies out there.

Very delicious ones.

But when I'm here,

all I see is you.

Puding...

It's hard to think that we would ever be..

because I'm out here, and you're in there,

tucked safely and peacefully behind that glass.

It's hard not being able to touch you.

Not with these filthy hands.

It's hard not being able to claim you as mine.

Not with these torn, worn up clothes.

A beggar from the streets like me, an outcast...

would never have a chance,

to taste the sweetness of your caramel

like everyone else would of their's.

I'm scared that one day, someone else might see you.

I'm scared that one day, someone else might take you away.

Far away from me...

Forever...

I don' want forever.

Forever seems like a long time.

It'll shatter me.

It'll shatter me to pieces..

Until nothing of me remains.

Isn't there anything I could do?

Anything I could do to tell them that I want you.

To tell them that I need you.

To tell you that I'm happy whenever you're around.

To let you know that even just from behind the glass,

I'm grateful to get to see you, smile at you and sense you're alluring aroma.

Because I know as you do too

that this might be our last.

My last.

Their moving you.

You're moving away,

to a better place.

Where I don't get to see you anymore.

Where I don't get to hear of you anymore.

Where I don't get to smile from you're sweetness anymore.

I'll miss that.

A lot.

Please don't hate me.

I just wish you'd know.

That I really do like you...

Thinker...

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Compassionate...

What makes a thinker?

Well, at school basically I learnt that a thinker is a person who could generate exotic ideas as a  result of thinking deeply and in a passionate way.

Yeah, I know... I get called 'the walking dictionary' all the time. It's totally natural. But  the point is a thinker in this context says that you're able to produce ideas that are out of the box and - what people my kind would say- going against the tide. In my opinion, since roughly estimating the normal human brain could handle 10 quadrillion instructions per second then thinkers can handle 10.1 quadrillion instructions per second...

Not that much of a diff? Well of course it won't have that much difference. We're just the same you and I. Homo sapiens. How different can I be from you? But lets save that question for later. ;)

The human brain when awake has enough energy to light a single light bulb, therefore millions, billions, trillions of ideas are generated every second which -by now you should know- makes an individual a thinker.
But the hint starts here...

Can you see the resemblance between them?

How about a similar pattern?

No.

There is absolutely no resemblance between the famous thinkers such as Leonardo daVinci, Mozart, Einstein, imam Syafi'e, sultan al Fateh and even al khwarizmi.

Okay... maybe I got that from Monsters University. You must think me as a childish person and immature and bla.. bla.. bla.. yada.. yada.. ect.. but good things should be shared, yeah?

What I was saying is that ideas may appear in different forms and ways.. so why up until now would our kind be too judgmental about ideas.

Take Adidas and Puma. (I just got this last night... heeeee :3) For starters both the creators of the brand were brothers. One is named  Adi and the other younger brother was named something-das (just for the favor that I forgot their full names) when put together becomes Adidas.  On one special day  they got into a fight, then the younger left the 'Adidas FC' and made his own called 'Puma'. Both had lots of colorful Sharpie to fly with. The point is that they have different ideas and both of them sell. Like Ustaz Zul said they sold 'Ideas'. (That actually caught my ear at the time, it's past my bed time. Boo) Rawhazza! Now we can all be Mark Zuckerberg; all we have to do is sell our brains! :D

Well, you can actually get a lot of money by selling parts of your organs in the black markets BUT don't take that into account. I really DON'T want to be responsible for whatever is in the trash.

So to say actually, people differ generally from standards and capability thus differing the productivity of their ideas. (I do not know where I'm going with this idea and am totally writing what ever comes to mind) So don't judge. In every generation there will be people who may appear to be a bit different then the majority of citizens. They don't go with the flow and are often prejudiced just because they have a different way of thinking. Da Vinci seldom stays with people anyways and people always thought that he was a tad different from other 'normal's in the world. BUT people of every millennium love his ideas, his paintings and his inventions. They're actually trying with their best efforts to rebuilt his inventions even.

So to say when a friend comes by with an odd idea or thinks a tad differently, then don't just sweep it away. You'll never know when Spongebob's pretty patties might actually be a break to your dream car or whatever dream you have. Sorry Mr Crabs, no harm done.

Lastly, all ideas come and generate from the Creator, Allah the Almighty.

"...Thus Allah makes clear to you the verses [of revelation] that you might give thought."
[2:219]

wallahu alambisswaab.

Feelings...

Feelings are difficult things...

Sometimes it's pretty easy to tell what you feel.. like when you get a present for your birthday or go to your favourite restaurant eating your favourite food, it makes you feel happy. But during other times... especially as you get older... happiness doesn't just revolves around your favourite food or favourite singer... it changes...

You'll start to feel happy for someone else,  feel sad when they are too, miss them, and have this excited feeling by just the thought of seeing them again...

it's weird...

It's like you can't really focus on the things you need anymore.
It's like your priorities have shifted.
It's like nothing else in this world matter as much as that one person...
Like... you'll die for that person...

How is this possible?

Even Einstein doesn't have the answer to that.

Human nature... that's what I've heard from my peers. A phenomenon unable to be cracked by logic.

But there's a catch...

Not all roads are smooth.

On a certain route...
There comes the heart break... where you think life is meaningless without them... where you think you won't be able to move on any longer. ..
Where you feel that by ending this hell would make everything better...
But it doesn't...

What is this?

Why am I feeling this way?

I don't know.

How can I stop?

Break your heart...

How?

ummi, mama, ibu, mom, mother...

Today, was a fine day...

We were going out, wanted to grief for his mercy...
Then I saw a young girl carrying her belongings to the elevator, I smiled to myself at the memories of my now very far away family... but wait...

A very exhausted looking woman was tagging along behind her carrying a huge load with her as she staggered on. An item slipped from her hands,

"next time be careful when you bring my things," said... the girl...

My heart sank.




Today was a fine day...
We were in a cafeteria, praising his creations...
Then I saw a young girl, probably around 5 tugging and pulling an enormous trash can, I frowned.
How could someone treat her in such a way? she was innocent, so very young.

A very exhausted looking woman walked behind her wearing a sad expression. she reached out with her dirty hands to collect trash,

"don't worry mother, I'll do that. Your hands are too pure to touch such things," said... the girl...

My heart enlightened.



Our mother is the person who gave birth to us.
She is not perfect.
She is not rich.
But she was, and still is the person who loves us right from the start,
Who cared for us when anyone else wouldn't,
who would kiss us goodnight and keep us in her arms in a stormy night.

So what is she to us?

She should be our queen.
She should be our hero.
She should be the one we love the most.

So should we treat her like a slave?
No.

Should we shout at her for thinking she's wrong?
No.

Should we leave her lost and never come back?
No.

She's our mother, our only mother we have and will ever have...
so don't you love her?

Short Story of Friends.

Sitting under a very old oak tree, his nose buried in his hard covered book completely oblivious to his surroundings, John’s golden locks shimmered under the sun’s ray peeking between the tree leaves. Whenever he has a hold of a book, be it just a short story or a five inches thick novel, he would read all the way. Honestly, I don’t recall anyone seeing him doing anything else besides breathing in his book. 

John is a very quiet guy. He is very tall, taller than a basketball pole, I think and they say his eyes are as blue as the clear sky, though no soul has actually seen it. How could we? His face was always hidden behind the facade of a book.

“Yo Cook. You’re flirting with that nerd again?” I heard as a hand rested, gripping on my shoulder with a light slap. I turned to see, it was my friend, Don. “Dude, we are 50 miles away, how can you call that flirting? And I'm not bi,” I said, swatting his hand away. He laughed.

“Joking man”

 I snorted. It wasn’t that I like him in any way but he was always alone only accompanied by his book. You could say I pitied him because a teenage life without friends is a life without internet, or a life without television, a boring black and white life.

“Kringgg!!”

My friend tapped my shoulder, signaling that he was heading to class. I dismissed him with a nod, not carrying to look at him. Since I had free period, I lingered in the cafeteria jotting down my biology experiment jotter. I hate homework. Then, I heard a soft cough. I pulled my head upwards, scanning the school lawn for any presence and that was when our eyes met. It’s true, I thought to myself. His eyes are as blue as the sky, as calm as the ocean and very friendly. It was inviting and I felt that maybe I can give it a chance. 

He raked his gaze away from mine as I saw him slightly blushing as he turned. This is weird.

I slammed my text book, shoved it in my bag and stomped up to the oak tree where John sat still blushing. “Hi, you’re John, I’m Cook. Pleasure, we’re friends now, let’s hang out” I mumbled as I stretched my hand to him. 

He stayed silent. 

I was dumbfounded, to his reaction, “I said, I’m Cook. We’re friends, let’s hang out.” 

He remained quiet. Did I say something wrong? Did I upset him by any chance? Why won’t he say anything?

Then his phone vibrated. He picked up his phone, said a few words then stood up and abruptly ran out the school gate. Shocked, I stumbled on my feet but managed to catch up to his surreal speed. Who knew a basketball pole can run that fast. I managed to follow him illegally to the hospital, gasping, I stood in front of an opened door that held a very old woman lying helplessly on the hospital bed with John kneeling by her side. “John, why are you here?”

“I’m here for you,”

“You shouldn’t always be here with me. Worry more of yourself and your friends, I don’t have much left,” her voice melodious. 

“I don’t have any,” said John.

She smiled, “why?”

“I don’t want to lose anyone like how I lost mom and dad, not anymore, not again. And I don’t want to lose you” John said as small sobs escaped his lips.

feeling the sudden rush of courage, I slowly walked in unnoticed and I muttered “I’m here,” resting my hand on his. 

“We’re friends, so I’ll have your back. We’ll make it out together.” 

Then he smiled.

calling of Iman...

Peace be upon my beloved yet very little readers,

It had been a very long exstand of time that I hadn't wrote any posts. Well, today is your very lucky day... or unlucky.. which ever fits in your position :)

It had been three weeks since I entered UiTM and my life now is... well... to say the least... peachy. But I have a small story as I like to name it, to tell. It's not something big or extra plus ordinary but I'm sure if someone was to read this... please to all do respect...

answer that call.

As I walked past the throngs of people my eyes caught sight of a man in white, seemingly like in his early 50-ties. He came strolling in, stopped at the entrance, looked to his right, then to his left then sighed. It wasn't any of one in a million miraculous sight but somehow his thorough actions had pulled my heart to ask of the reason for his sorrows.

Why?

It wasn't long after that I heard the call. Oblivious to my surroundings I stood nailed to the floor, pacing back and forward, waiting. I was at the merge of breaking down the whole store for the quiet annoying services given but that's when I saw the old man again. Our eyes had met during the cliche moment and I had felt the anguish of guilt flooding my system. It didn't make sense.

Why?

He raked his eyes away from mine and looked to everyone who were still eating, still laughing, still playing and most of all still talking of others.

Then it all made sense.
I looked at those who were laughing and talking, even while eating.

"We must remain silence during the azan.."

I looked to those who were eating, sleeping,and studying.

"When you hear the azan, stop what you are doing and immediately submit to prayers..."

Astaghfirullah...

It all made perfect sense. The old man had seen this coming. He had worried they would turn a cold shoulder to the call.

"One way to determine the strength of your Iman is by answering to the call of Iman itself," my teacher's words rang.

The call of Iman, the azan, as wonderful and melodious it was, was being ignored just for the sake of dunia.
It had saddened me that even I myself was one of those unlucky people. So, to make up for that humongous lost why not we (you and me) together make this little change? :)

because Jannah is not for me or you...

It's for US. InsyaAllah. :)

Tips on a healthy gossip a.k.a mengumpat

Surprised?
Well I don't blame you, you should be surprised. If you're not... well... wow... I don't know what to say.
I guess I'm just not good with surprises... lol...

Hmm?

Yeah, you didn't misread the title. The title does say 'Tips on a Healthy Gossip'
The one verb that every soul have accomplished as bad.

Well you know what?
Scrap that.

I have tips on 'mengumpat' that you'll take a shine on.

So here are the tips.


TIP #1

Always think of Allah when you're gossiping.

It is Allah who set the rule of no gossiping of others.
It is Allah who told us to speak only good of each other.
It is Allah who has created us.
So why not think of Him whenever you're gossiping?
It makes sense. He gave us the idea to gossip in the first place right?


TIP #2

Judge yourself.

When you gossip.. or better yet before you gossip, ask yourself.
Are YOU perfect?
I'm flawfull (if that's even a word)
Because if you're talking about another of Allah's creation of it's imperfection, then you must be perfect yourself.
Isn't that mainly just logic?

The Prophet had said:
" Gracious to those who work hard on improving themselves, than talk bad of others"

Because no one is perfect.
But imperfectly perfect.
(by Alex Lambert... he's pretty cool too)

What? One Direction's not the only singers around.


TIP #3
(haha funny clicking the same button)

Syukur.

Even thought you're visually better then the person you gossip about, but no need to rub it in.
Look at it in this perspective,
you won't even win a lottery if you gossip about them. You should say Alhamdulillah for this magnificent talent you have.

But hey, if gossiping makes you rich then be my guess.

OK. Not literally.


TIP #4
(the last tip of the day)

Empathy.

Try putting yourself in his shoes.
If people talk bad about you, how would you feel?

I mean I'd cry a river but... forget I said that...

The point is that person will feel like how you would feel right?
So why not be a sport and forget about gossiping for today.

You can try again tomorrow.

That was scary.
I honestly don't know why I put that there. 0.0

So, I kind of lied a bit about the healthy gossip thing but at least you got something right?

kriiiik kriiiik kriiik

Oh sheesh at least laught AT me of not WITH me.

OK. Stop.

Sigh.
Moral of the story. A healthy gossip is not gossiping at all. -just in case you get it-
Last from me. :)

Have fun trying it out! :D

Ukhuwah

Ukhuwah.
What is ukhuwah?

Ukhuwah.
Ukhuwah = friendship?

Yes.
But there is more to it then friendship.

Ukhuwah.
Ukhuwah = loyalty?

Yes.
But ukhuwah is more then just loyalty.

Ukhuwah.
Ukhuwah = trust?

Yes.
But khuwah is more then just trust.

So what exactly is ukhuwah?

Ukhuwah.
Ukhuwah is friendship laced with aqidah.
In time shall it create a strong tree that will foster fruits of endless pleasure to many.

Ukhuwah.
Ukhuwah is a bungee rope tied to your feet at the merge of falling.
No matter how you stretch it,
Their loyalty remains unquestionable.
Bringing you back to the One and only.

Ukhuwah.
Ukhuwah is a parachute when you're falling in the sky.
Your life was on the line but gave your trust even moments before you reach the ground.
Because you trust it'll save you.

Ukhuwah.
Ukhuwah is love.
Ukhuwah is the Lord's love for us.
Ukhuwah is His nikmah for us.
Ukhuwah is a route to heaven.
Because when a friend in need is a friend indeed.
Allah sent us friends who advise us when we do wrong.
Friends who tell us to commit good deeds.
Friends with akhirah's benefits.
Friends who give doa behind our backs.
Hands that we'll hold untill Jannah.
InsyaAllah.

Note that I've said friends, not friend.

Once you've found ukhuwah you'll not get only 1 but million others as friends.
Brothers and sisters.

This is ukhuwah.

Allah most mesmerizing beauty.
So beautiful the eyes cease to see.
So melodious the ears caese to hear.
So blissfull the tounge caese to taste.
Only the heart can feel this beauty.

So?
What are you waiting for?
Did you find ukhuwah?

choices

Hey my dear beloved readers (kriik... kriiik... kriiik...)

Okay... it's been quite a long time since I've posted well... anything that I feel like posting. I just got a writer's block,
(It's a lieeee~ *whispers*)

 

Well, I've just talked to my mom and our conversation somehow trickled an idea in my head. Hmm...

The first word that came popping in my head was CHOICES. I was just thinking, how could you know when a CHOICE is WRONG?

That's right NO ONE KNOWS!

It's obvious that nobody will ever know whether the choices they've made will bring misfortune or not. Not even Google could interpret this surreal phenomena.

Yeah... that Google...

So you know what I personally think? Forget about it.. don't worry yourself over such trivial things. Have you ever heard Justine Bieber say "Never say never until you try"?
Pufff~ Of course not that's why I don't think he makes such a good icon you know what I mean? :D

Okay back to our main event. What I'm saying is if you're faced with hard decisions and difficult choices, then my advice would be just do what your heart tells you.

Yeah.. I'm only showing this to you because the picture's nice :P

Some oldies might say that following you heart might not be such a good idea and that's just ways to get you to jump off a cliff then I say we have a book that settles all that uncertainties.

The QURAN.

Yup the one and only Holy book or like my friend likes to call it love letters from our creator... but really, I think calling it the Quran is much shorter... no harm done eh? :D This book has the answer to every problem faced...

Even for this fellow's problem.

So my conclusion is just decide. Despite every word tossed to you in hell hard ways, just decide and always hope for the best.

Hey maybe it's not as hard as you think it is...

Lastly from meh~

Inspirations...

This is one of the many songs that inspire me to still play piano.. and of course other things in life..

The singer may not be popular but in my opinion this is one of the most touching songs that could clearly been seen written from her heart :)

Hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Peace and out.

Friendship

Now normally I would be starting my lame speeches with weird questions... so...

Like the title as you can see above, it's pronounced friendship ( I don't know if it'll make any difference since I'm not actually saying it :D). The question would be, do you know what friendship really is? Like REALLY know it?

Sure everyone has their own definition of a friendship and I as a humble person, a servant to be more exact am not against them just to be clear. But the real question that I wanted to post was, WHY are we even friends in the first place? What was the REASON of our friendship? Normally if we were kids we would find the first person that catches our eyes and say something like "Hi" or if you're more blunt with your actions you would just say "Would you be my BEST friend?"

That's quite typical for kids, children but we're way beyond that era now I presume. Teenagers aren't any straight forward and immature beings as we have developed a few skills of our own so there has to be at least some reason why we became friends with the person we're with now.

Most people (don't be offended ) when asked why did you become friends? They have completely no answer what so ever. Either that or they would say they don't know why they were friends in the first place and say stuff like do I NEED a reason to be friends? Well for a moment there I thought that that would be a cool thing to say and that just might be one of the nicest things to say but sadly, life doesn't work that way.

Everyone has their reasons why they pick a certain person to be their friends weather you believe it or not. It might be that this person listens to you better or it might be that that person can keep a secret better, or it might just be because of the money and all the cool stuff they own. But for all these reasons, a person has concluded that once they ( the so called friends ) are not up to your expectations, you just end up throwing them away because they don't listen anymore, because they don't know how to keep secrets anymore, because now they're poor. Or in other words they're completely useless to you. Only then will you start saying things like "What kind of friend are you?" or maybe "Some friend you are."

So why are we friends any way?

Well, just a little tip in life sometimes the best friend you have might not be the friend you think you would have. That's why your childhood friend ends up becoming your arch enemy.

True friends don't let you be a half-cooked egg.

Literally...

They wont just let you do things that you might regret in the after life...

In fact, they would go through the hard times and the happy times with you and remember you when you're not there by their side.

And true friends ADVICE you to not do the bad things you're about to do and not leave you behind in every bad occasions. They don't judge you, they HELP you to be a better person you are then before, though sometimes you don't shine, they MAKE you shine just as much at the least. A friend in need is a friend indeed,  they didn't make that quote for fun.

So just think about it... are you a true friend? Because you know what turns around comes around.

So...

peace and out! :)

Car~ Car~ D:

Hola~ today was a wonderful day. Haha, not saying this because of anything particular but I finally got to get my hands behind wheels. :D Wooooo~ I drove and it was the most awesome sensation ever!

haaa~ that was amazing. I just have no way of expressing this in words.. ufufufuuuu~

At first the teacher asked me to just drive normally and do a U turn...

Opps! hehehe.. wrong windo..

this U turn :D

 and I totally freaked out. I was like WHAT?!!

Okay... wrong picture...

Ooookaaaayy~ maybe.. not this one either but you understand what I mean :)
 but the teacher was very understanding so he guided me along the way... and it felt much much much much much much much more easier than I would have ever guessed.

It was like...

yeah.. that easy..

so everything went so well and I was very happy gahaahahahahaha ;D
so last but not least...

peace and out :D