tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90438988196467859252024-03-14T21:00:07.968+08:00The World We Live Inwhere life is real and dreams sometimes come true...Al-Abidaathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14473688316660725996noreply@blogger.comBlogger68125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043898819646785925.post-59836644608420132912011-12-18T21:51:00.000+08:002011-12-18T21:51:08.010+08:00..........I haven't post anything quite recently.....maybe I'm out of topic....anyway, I'll look 4 somethin'....<br />
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My teacher had made us do lots of homeworks....<br />
But happily, I did them while watching movies!!<br />
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</div>Hafeez Zaidinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18251893108353456072noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043898819646785925.post-54245232652873265602011-12-16T11:57:00.000+08:002011-12-16T21:15:13.050+08:00Faithful Muslims: Part 3 - A Once United NationSalam Barakah to my brothers and sisters in Islam,<br />
On this third entry, there's something I want to discuss among us Muslims. Let's look upon the world we live in today...........Are there more suffering than contribution? Are there more poverty than affuency? Are there more cures than illness?<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Our Muslims Ummah (society) today may all haven't notice how far Islam has changed over the past 1400 years ago. Once a Golden Age during the reign of Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) the <em>khulafā' ar-rāshidūn</em>, the Abbasids, and the Ottoman until the caliphate reign was abolished in 1924.</span><br />
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Can't we think righteously? Why are we blind to the truth? In this modern times, modern Islam, also increases its influence rapidly. Even so, these "Modern" Muslims are more inclined towards the Western Nations, their cultures.<br />
I watched some videos once, about Western tools of propoganda and influences. They easily brainwashed Muslims through the medias, especially television, music, fashion and harmful ways of life. Whether we realise it or not, these satanic powers are mutating into several stages, for example the minds of Muslim women, who was now more obsessed in stylish fashion rather than keeping their aurah in veils.<br />
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I do have not any prejudice against the Western Cultures, but I'm justifying the truth about them! We don't want people of other religions watchs us from every corner, thinking, "Hey, that Muslim is exposing her hair. And it the dyed gives too much of pink colour." <br />
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See that? Or, "It's Friday today. Why is that Muslim man not at the mosque like his fellow brethren?" or "Hmph! Why should I convert to Islam when their ways of life is the same as mine?"<br />
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We want neither of them to cross the minds of other people of different religions.<br />
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So, we must all work together to gain back the peace and right we Muslims should all have. After al, even when we are all separated across the globe, aren't we all facing the one qiblah?<br />
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I found this poem from a <a href="http://www.islamicpoem.com/?q=node/4064">website</a>. It's really beautiful, and I like us all to think about it. Farewell...........<br />
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<strong>Unity<br /><em>By Imran Ali</em> </strong></div>
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This life, full of pain, full of lies, full of death...<br />
We live for desires, 'till the last of our breath... </div>
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This life is so tempting, this life full of Fitnah...<br />
And so the path to Jannaah becomes thinner and thinner... </div>
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On the Day of Judgement, on that Day of Eternity...<br />
We will walk the path, to reach our serenity... </div>
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For the faithful and pious, will be vast and to spare...<br />
However for the evil, will be thin as a hair... </div>
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<em>So, what do you have to say...?</em> </div>
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<strong>"I feel its too hard and I guess its just me...<br />But there's not enough time in the day, you see..." </strong></div>
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"There's work, and school and duties at home...<br />
There's so much going on, that won't leave me alone..." </div>
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"And even when I can, I feel so strange...<br />
Most of my friends, well, they've changed..." </div>
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"I'm without support, and my faith is depleting...<br />
How can I pray, when I feel so demeaning...?" </div>
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<em>"My Brother, my Sister, your so called friends...<br />Are none of the sort, if they can't make amends..." </em></div>
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"And are they true Muslims, if they cannot share...<br />
Your strive in Imaan, and modesty's care...?" </div>
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"You're true friends, brothers and sisters alike...<br />
Are the Ummah of Islam, who share your strife..." </div>
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"For they are the caring, who share your struggle...<br />
But Muslims are strong, and strive through the rubble..." </div>
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<strong>So what does this mean...? </strong></div>
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It means we must unite, and never part ways...<br />
For Imaan is the structure, that shelters our days... </div>
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Appearances may differ, and so may the lands...<br />
But Islam is our paint, and our brush is Imaan... </div>
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We may lose our friends, and we may lose obsessions...<br />
We may lose desires, and materialistic possessions... </div>
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But take my hand, and together we'll see...<br />
How we, Brothers and Sisters, form a <strong><em>Unity</em>...</strong></div>
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Hafeez Zaidinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18251893108353456072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043898819646785925.post-72070621786173990832011-12-15T14:06:00.002+08:002011-12-15T14:57:54.184+08:00Faithful Muslims: Part 2 - The RevelationAssalamualaikum again, and good morning to all members of the Earth. On this drizzly morning, I'm gonna tell you about the Noble Qur'an.<br />
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Said Allah the Great in Surat Al-W<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">āqi'ah:</span></span><br />
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</span></span></div>Hafeez Zaidinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18251893108353456072noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043898819646785925.post-20057796673623846452011-12-14T11:41:00.002+08:002011-12-15T14:57:54.167+08:00Faithful Muslims: Part 1 - Faith in AllahAssalamualaikum, and good morning to my fellow brothers and sisters in Islam. Since this is my first entry on this blog I joined, I decide to tell about faith. Faith is really important mainly because it involve with our Iman. When I say faith, it means we have a belief and our belief as in Allah (tawakkul 'ala Allah ) As some of us might have learned Tawheed (the Oneness of Allah) Remember my dear friends, disbelief in Allah is marked as Kufr or Kafir. Learning Tawheed will rekindle our Iman, as well as it is compulsary for every muslim to understand its meaning.<br />
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Narrated Abu Huraira:<br />
Allah’s Apostle said, “Allah has ninety-nine Names, one-hundred less one; and he who memorized them all by heart will enter Paradise.” To count something means to know it by heart.<br />
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Also, in the Noble Qur'an:<br />
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<div style="text-align: right;">وَلِلَّهِ الْأَسْمَاءُ الْحُسْنَىٰ فَادْعُوهُ بِهَا وَذَرُوا الَّذِينَ يُلْحِدُونَ فِي أَسْمَائِهِ سَيُجْزَوْنَ مَا كَانُوا يَعْمَلُونَ</div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>And to Allāh belong the best names, so invoke Him by them. And leave [the company of] those who practice deviation concerning His names. They will be recompensed for what they have been doing.</strong></div><br />
Now we see why Faith is Allah is really important for us to understand and learn thrugh through the concept of Tawheed. <br />
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This is the list of Allah's beautiful names their meanings:<br />
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<tr><td valign="top">1</td><td valign="top">الرحمن</td><td valign="top">Ar-Rahman</td><td valign="top">The All Beneficent, The Most Merciful in Essence, The Compassionate, The Most Gracious</td><td valign="top">Beginning of every chapter except one, and in numerous other places</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">2</td><td valign="top">الرحيم</td><td valign="top">Ar-Rahim</td><td valign="top">The Most Merciful, The Most Merciful in Actions</td><td valign="top">Beginning of every chapter except one, and in numerous other places</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">3</td><td valign="top">الملك</td><td valign="top">Al-Malik</td><td valign="top">The King, The Sovereign, The True and Ultimate King</td><td valign="top">59:23, 20:114</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">4</td><td valign="top">القدوس</td><td valign="top">Al-Quddus</td><td valign="top">The Most Holy, The Most Pure, The Most Perfect</td><td valign="top">59:23, 62:1</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">5</td><td valign="top">السلام</td><td valign="top">As-Salaam</td><td valign="top">The Peace and Blessing, The Source of Peace and Safety, The Most Perfect</td><td valign="top">59:23</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">6</td><td valign="top">المؤمن</td><td valign="top">Al-Mu’min</td><td valign="top">The Guarantor, The Self Affirming, The Granter of Security, The Affirmer of Truth</td><td valign="top">59:23</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">7</td><td valign="top">المهيمن</td><td valign="top">Al-Muhaymin</td><td valign="top">The Guardian, The Preserver, The Overseeing Protector</td><td valign="top">59:23</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">8</td><td valign="top">العزيز</td><td valign="top">Al-Aziz</td><td valign="top">The Almighty, The Self Sufficient, The Most Honorable</td><td valign="top">3:6, 4:158, 9:40, 48:7, 59:23</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">9</td><td valign="top">الجبار</td><td valign="top">Al-Jabbar</td><td valign="top">The Powerful, The Irresistible, The Compeller, The Most Lofty, The Restorer/Improver of Affairs</td><td valign="top">59:23</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">10</td><td valign="top">المتكبر</td><td valign="top">Al-Mutakabbir</td><td valign="top">The Tremendous</td><td valign="top">59:23</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">11</td><td valign="top">الخالق</td><td valign="top">Al-Khaliq</td><td valign="top">The Creator</td><td valign="top">6:102, 13:16, 39:62, 40:62, 59:24</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">12</td><td valign="top">البارئ</td><td valign="top">Al-Bari’</td><td valign="top">The Rightful</td><td valign="top">59:24</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">13</td><td valign="top">المصور</td><td valign="top">Al-Musawwir</td><td valign="top">The Fashioner of Forms</td><td valign="top">59:24</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">14</td><td valign="top">الغفار</td><td valign="top">Al-Ghaffar</td><td valign="top">The Ever Forgiving</td><td valign="top">20:82, 38:66, 39:5, 40:42, 71:10</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">15</td><td valign="top">القهار</td><td valign="top">Al-Qahhar</td><td valign="top">The All Compelling Subduer</td><td valign="top">13:16, 14:48, 38:65, 39:4, 40:16</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">16</td><td valign="top">الوهاب</td><td valign="top">Al-Wahhab</td><td valign="top">The Bestower</td><td valign="top">3:8, 38:9, 38:35</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">17</td><td valign="top">الرزاق</td><td valign="top">Ar-Razzaq</td><td valign="top">The Ever Providing</td><td valign="top">51:58</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">18</td><td valign="top">الفتاح</td><td valign="top">Al-Fattah</td><td valign="top">The Opener, The Victory Giver</td><td valign="top">34:26</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">19</td><td valign="top">العليم</td><td valign="top">Al-Alim</td><td valign="top">The All Knowing, The Omniscient</td><td valign="top">2:158, 3:92, 4:35, 24:41, 33:40</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">20</td><td valign="top">القابض</td><td valign="top">Al-Qabid</td><td valign="top">The Restrainer, The Straightener</td><td valign="top">2:245</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">21</td><td valign="top">الباسط</td><td valign="top">Al-Basit</td><td valign="top">The Expander, The Munificent</td><td valign="top">2:245</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">22</td><td valign="top">الخافض</td><td valign="top">Al-Khafid</td><td valign="top">The Abaser</td><td valign="top">95:5</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">23</td><td valign="top">الرافع</td><td valign="top">Ar-Rafi‘e</td><td valign="top">The Exalter</td><td valign="top">58:11, 6:83</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">24</td><td valign="top">المعز</td><td valign="top">Al-Mu‘ezz</td><td valign="top">The Giver of Honour</td><td valign="top">3:26</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">25</td><td valign="top">المذل</td><td valign="top">Al-Mudhell</td><td valign="top">The Giver of Dishonour</td><td valign="top">3:26</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">26</td><td valign="top">السميع</td><td valign="top">As-Sami‘e</td><td valign="top">The All Hearing</td><td valign="top">2:127, 2:256, 8:17, 49:1</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">27</td><td valign="top">البصير</td><td valign="top">Al-Basir</td><td valign="top">The All Seeing</td><td valign="top">4:58, 17:1, 42:11, 42:27</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">28</td><td valign="top">الحكم</td><td valign="top">Al-Hakam</td><td valign="top">The Judge, The Arbitrator</td><td valign="top">22:69</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">29</td><td valign="top">العدل</td><td valign="top">Al-`Adl</td><td valign="top">The Utterly Just</td><td valign="top">6:115</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">30</td><td valign="top">اللطيف</td><td valign="top">Al-Lateef</td><td valign="top">The Subtly Kind</td><td valign="top">6:103, 22:63, 31:16, 33:34</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">31</td><td valign="top">الخبير</td><td valign="top">Al-Khabeer</td><td valign="top">The All Aware</td><td valign="top">6:18, 17:30, 49:13, 59:18</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">32</td><td valign="top">الحليم</td><td valign="top">Al-Haleem</td><td valign="top">The Forbearing, The Indulgent</td><td valign="top">2:235, 17:44, 22:59, 35:41</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">33</td><td valign="top">العظيم</td><td valign="top">Al-Azeem</td><td valign="top">The Magnificent, The Infinite</td><td valign="top">2:255, 42:4, 56:96</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">34</td><td valign="top">الغفور</td><td valign="top">Al-Ghafoor</td><td valign="top">The All Forgiving</td><td valign="top">2:173, 8:69, 16:110, 41:32</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">35</td><td valign="top">الشكور</td><td valign="top">Ash-Shakoor</td><td valign="top">The Grateful</td><td valign="top">35:30, 35:34, 42:23, 64:17</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">36</td><td valign="top">العلي</td><td valign="top">Al-Aliyy</td><td valign="top">The Sublimely Exalted</td><td valign="top">4:34, 31:30, 42:4, 42:51</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">37</td><td valign="top">الكبير</td><td valign="top">Al-Kabeer</td><td valign="top">The Great</td><td valign="top">13:9, 22:62, 31:30</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">38</td><td valign="top">الحفيظ</td><td valign="top">Al-Hafeez</td><td valign="top">The Preserver</td><td valign="top">11:57, 34:21, 42:6</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">39</td><td valign="top">المقيت</td><td valign="top">Al-Muqeet</td><td valign="top">The Nourisher</td><td valign="top">4:85</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">40</td><td valign="top">الحسيب</td><td valign="top">Al-Hasib</td><td valign="top">The Reckoner</td><td valign="top">4:6, 4:86, 33:39</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">41</td><td valign="top">الجليل</td><td valign="top">Al-Jaleel</td><td valign="top">The Majestic</td><td valign="top">55:27, 39:14, 7:143</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">42</td><td valign="top">الكريم</td><td valign="top">Al-Karim</td><td valign="top">The Bountiful, The Generous</td><td valign="top">27:40, 82:6</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">43</td><td valign="top">الرقيب</td><td valign="top">Ar-Raqib</td><td valign="top">The Watchful</td><td valign="top">4:1, 5:117</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">44</td><td valign="top">المجيب</td><td valign="top">Al-Mujib</td><td valign="top">The Responsive, The Answerer</td><td valign="top">11:61</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">45</td><td valign="top">الواسع</td><td valign="top">Al-Wasse‘e</td><td valign="top">The Vast, The All Encompassing</td><td valign="top">2:268, 3:73, 5:54</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">46</td><td valign="top">الحكيم</td><td valign="top">Al-Hakeem</td><td valign="top">The Wise</td><td valign="top">31:27, 46:2, 57:1, 66:2</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">47</td><td valign="top">الودود</td><td valign="top">Al-Wadud</td><td valign="top">The Loving, The Kind One</td><td valign="top">11:90, 85:14</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">48</td><td valign="top">المجيد</td><td valign="top">Al-Majeed</td><td valign="top">The All Glorious</td><td valign="top">11:73</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">49</td><td valign="top">الباعث</td><td valign="top">Al-Ba’ith</td><td valign="top">The Raiser of The Dead</td><td valign="top">22:7</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">50</td><td valign="top">الشهيد</td><td valign="top">Ash-Shaheed</td><td valign="top">The Witness</td><td valign="top">4:166, 22:17, 41:53, 48:28</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">51</td><td valign="top">الحق</td><td valign="top">Al-Haqq</td><td valign="top">The Truth, The Real</td><td valign="top">6:62, 22:6, 23:116, 24:25</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">52</td><td valign="top">الوكيل</td><td valign="top">Al-Wakeel</td><td valign="top">The Trustee, The Dependable</td><td valign="top">3:173, 4:171, 28:28, 73:9</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">53</td><td valign="top">القوى</td><td valign="top">Al-Qawee</td><td valign="top">The Strong</td><td valign="top">22:40, 22:74, 42:19, 57:25</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">54</td><td valign="top">المتين</td><td valign="top">Al-Mateen</td><td valign="top">The Firm, The Steadfast</td><td valign="top">51:58</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">55</td><td valign="top">الولى</td><td valign="top">Al-Walee</td><td valign="top">The Protecting Friend, Patron and Helper</td><td valign="top">4:45, 7:196, 42:28, 45:19</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">56</td><td valign="top">الحميد</td><td valign="top">Al-Hamid</td><td valign="top">The All Praiseworthy</td><td valign="top">14:8, 31:12, 31:26, 41:42</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">57</td><td valign="top">المحصى</td><td valign="top">Al-Muhsi</td><td valign="top">The Accounter, The Numberer of All</td><td valign="top">72:28, 78:29, 82:10-12</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">58</td><td valign="top">المبدئ</td><td valign="top">Al-Mubdi’</td><td valign="top">The Producer, Originator, and Initiator of All</td><td valign="top">10:34, 27:64, 29:19, 85:13</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">59</td><td valign="top">المعيد</td><td valign="top">Al-Mu‘id</td><td valign="top">The Reinstater Who Brings Back All</td><td valign="top">10:34, 27:64, 29:19, 85:13</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">60</td><td valign="top">المحيى</td><td valign="top">Al-Muhyi</td><td valign="top">The Giver of Life</td><td valign="top">7:158, 15:23, 30:50, 57:2</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">61</td><td valign="top">المميت</td><td valign="top">Al-Mumit</td><td valign="top">The Bringer of Death, The Destroyer</td><td valign="top">3:156, 7:158, 15:23, 57:2</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">62</td><td valign="top">الحي</td><td valign="top">Al-Hayy</td><td valign="top">The Ever Living</td><td valign="top">2:255, 3:2, 25:58, 40:65</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">63</td><td valign="top">القيوم</td><td valign="top">Al-Qayyum</td><td valign="top">The Self Subsisting Sustainer of All</td><td valign="top">2:255, 3:2, 20:111</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">64</td><td valign="top">الواجد</td><td valign="top">Al-Wajid</td><td valign="top">The Perceiver, The Finder, The Unfailing</td><td valign="top">38:44</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">65</td><td valign="top">الماجد</td><td valign="top">Al-Majid</td><td valign="top">The Illustrious, The Magnificent</td><td valign="top">85:15, 11:73,</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">66</td><td valign="top">الواحد</td><td valign="top">Al-Wahid</td><td valign="top">The One, The Unique, Manifestation of Unity</td><td valign="top">2:163, 5:73, 9:31, 18:110</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">67</td><td valign="top">الاحد</td><td valign="top">Al-Ahad</td><td valign="top">The One, the All Inclusive, The Indivisible</td><td valign="top">112:1</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">68</td><td valign="top">الصمد</td><td valign="top">As-Samad</td><td valign="top">The Self Sufficient, The Impregnable,<br />
The Eternally Besought of All, The Everlasting</td><td valign="top">112:2</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">69</td><td valign="top">القادر</td><td valign="top">Al-Qadir</td><td valign="top">The All Able</td><td valign="top">6:65, 36:81, 46:33, 75:40</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">70</td><td valign="top">المقتدر</td><td valign="top">Al-Muqtadir</td><td valign="top">The All Determiner, The Dominant</td><td valign="top">18:45, 54:42, 54:55</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">71</td><td valign="top">المقدم</td><td valign="top">Al-Muqaddim</td><td valign="top">The Expediter, He Who Brings Forward</td><td valign="top">16:61, 17:34,</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">72</td><td valign="top">المؤخر</td><td valign="top">Al-Mu’akhir</td><td valign="top">The Delayer, He Who Puts Far Away</td><td valign="top">71:4</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">73</td><td valign="top">الأول</td><td valign="top">Al-Awwal</td><td valign="top">The First</td><td valign="top">57:3</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">74</td><td valign="top">الأخر</td><td valign="top">Al-Akhir</td><td valign="top">The Last</td><td valign="top">57:3</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">75</td><td valign="top">الظاهر</td><td valign="top">Az-Zahir</td><td valign="top">The Manifest, The All Victorious</td><td valign="top">57:3</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">76</td><td valign="top">الباطن</td><td valign="top">Al-Batin</td><td valign="top">The Hidden, The All Encompassing</td><td valign="top">57:3</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">77</td><td valign="top">الوالي</td><td valign="top">Al-Waali</td><td valign="top">The Patron</td><td valign="top">13:11, 22:7</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">78</td><td valign="top">المتعالي</td><td valign="top">Al-Muta’ali</td><td valign="top">The Self Exalted</td><td valign="top">13:9</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">79</td><td valign="top">البر</td><td valign="top">Al-Barr</td><td valign="top">The Most Kind and Righteous</td><td valign="top">52:28</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">80</td><td valign="top">التواب</td><td valign="top">At-Tawwab</td><td valign="top">The Ever Returning, Ever Relenting</td><td valign="top">2:128, 4:64, 49:12, 110:3</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">81</td><td valign="top">المنتقم</td><td valign="top">Al-Muntaqim</td><td valign="top">The Avenger</td><td valign="top">32:22, 43:41, 44:16</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">82</td><td valign="top">العفو</td><td valign="top">Al-‘Afuww</td><td valign="top">The Pardoner, The Effacer of Sins</td><td valign="top">4:99, 4:149, 22:60</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">83</td><td valign="top">الرؤوف</td><td valign="top">Ar-Ra’uf</td><td valign="top">The Compassionate, The All Pitying</td><td valign="top">3:30, 9:117, 57:9, 59:10</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">84</td><td valign="top">مالك الملك</td><td valign="top">Malik-al-Mulk</td><td valign="top">The Owner of All Sovereignty</td><td valign="top">3:26</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">85</td><td valign="top">ذو الجلال والإكرام</td><td valign="top">Dhu-al-Jalaliwa-al-Ikram</td><td valign="top">The Lord of Majesty and Generosity</td><td valign="top">55:27, 55:78</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">86</td><td valign="top">المقسط</td><td valign="top">Al-Muqsit</td><td valign="top">The Equitable, The Requiter</td><td valign="top">7:29, 3:18</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">87</td><td valign="top">الجامع</td><td valign="top">Al-Jami‘e</td><td valign="top">The Gatherer, The Unifier</td><td valign="top">3:9</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">88</td><td valign="top">الغني</td><td valign="top">Al-Ghani</td><td valign="top">The All Rich, The Independent</td><td valign="top">3:97, 39:7, 47:38, 57:24</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">89</td><td valign="top">المغني</td><td valign="top">Al-Mughni</td><td valign="top">The Enricher, The Emancipator</td><td valign="top">9:28</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">90</td><td valign="top">المانع</td><td valign="top">Al-Mani’e</td><td valign="top">The Withholder, The Shielder, the Defender</td><td valign="top">67:21</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">91</td><td valign="top">الضار</td><td valign="top">Ad-Darr</td><td valign="top">The Distressor, The Harmer, The AfflictorThis attribute can only be found in hadith</td><td valign="top">6:17</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">92</td><td valign="top">النافع</td><td valign="top">An-Nafi‘e</td><td valign="top">The Propitious, The Benefactor</td><td valign="top"></td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">93</td><td valign="top">النور</td><td valign="top">An-Nur</td><td valign="top">The Light</td><td valign="top">24:35</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">94</td><td valign="top">الهادي</td><td valign="top">Al-Hadi</td><td valign="top">The Guide</td><td valign="top">25:31</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">95</td><td valign="top">البديع</td><td valign="top">Al-Badi</td><td valign="top">The Incomparable, The Originator</td><td valign="top">2:117, 6:101</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">96</td><td valign="top">الباقي</td><td valign="top">Al-Baqi</td><td valign="top">The Ever Enduring and Immutable</td><td valign="top"></td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">97</td><td valign="top">الوارث</td><td valign="top">Al-Warith</td><td valign="top">The Heir, The Inheritor of All</td><td valign="top">15:23</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">98</td><td valign="top">الرشيد</td><td valign="top">Ar-Rashid</td><td valign="top">The Guide, Infallible Teacher and Knower</td><td valign="top">2:256</td></tr>
<tr><td valign="top">99</td><td valign="top">الصبور</td><td valign="top">As-Sabur</td><td valign="top">The Patient, The Timeless.</td><td valign="top"></td></tr>
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I took this from a wonderful website called <a href="http://www.faithinallah.org/">Faith in Allah</a>.<br />
So, the first step towards achieving our aim in order to strengthen our Iman is by knowing the names of our God. Know that, memorising them all, Allah promised His worshippers Al-Jannah (the Heaven).<br />
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I guess I'll stop now in this post. Assalamualaikum......Hafeez Zaidinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18251893108353456072noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043898819646785925.post-46542713116852689292011-12-01T05:43:00.001+08:002011-12-01T14:50:53.455+08:00Twins of Faith Saw ads for this event on 2 blogs,and I also remembered KakYong telling me about them.<br />
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I'd really LOVE to go, but I'm not sure I can afford it. Anyway, find out more about the programme from the <a href="http://my.twinsoffaith.com/">official website</a>. You can <a href="http://my.twinsoffaith.com/purchase-tickets/">purchase tickets</a> online there, and you can also get them <a href="http://www.proudduck.com/2011/11/twins-of-faith/">here</a>.<br />
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These are the speakers who will be giving the talks, insya-Allah. I'm familiar with some of the names, though I've only listened to Abdurraheem Green via online videos. I've heard very good reviews about the others though, so I'm sure it'll be truly beneficial and meaningful.<br />
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I'm strongly thinking of going, but I do not know if I can afford it. Ummi & Abuya have given me the green light, so that's good. Now how do I go? There'll be money for the ticket, and I have to find accommodation (free if possible) as well as think of how to transport there. I fervently hope and pray that Allah will show me a way. I'm also looking for a friend to go with.<br />
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There will also be other side programmes such as a <a href="http://my.twinsoffaith.com/mothers-room/">Mother's Room</a>, <a href="http://my.twinsoffaith.com/children%E2%80%99s-fun-fair/">Kids Zone</a>, <a href="http://my.twinsoffaith.com/marriage-corner/">a Marriage Corner</a> etc. Find out more by clicking on the links or by going to their official website.<br />
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Is anybody going???Sumaiyyahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00350156046641699550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043898819646785925.post-23732594299140182842011-08-24T02:35:00.000+08:002011-08-24T02:35:14.193+08:00KakNgah's Short Update On What's Happening I am most definitely sorry for the lack of updates. It's the month of Ramadhan, and what I've been doing mostly for the past three weeks was to visit other blogs, leave some comments, and that's all. Here's what I've been doing for the last few weeks:<br />
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1. <b>Started going for driving lessons</b><br />
I just got my L and my first real lesson is on Wednesday. My teacher wanted to start on Sunday, but since I had to come to KL (yep, still here, going back tomorrow) I asked for it to be postponed. I can't wait.<br />
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2. <b>Been busy baking... and baking... and baking...</b><br />
I've always loved baking, but have never really been that good at it. Ingredients are always expensive too, so...When I came back from Melaka, I started with one recipe, then followed it with another, and another... and I loved it so much I decided to start a new project, which I won't talk about just yet because I'm not ready. Maybe sometime in the future. Here are some of the things I made (picture quality's not very good, sorry. I only had a phone camera to take photos with):<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Banana Brownies</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Peanut butter Brownies</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Butterbeer blondies</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chocolate Chip Whoopsie (Whoopie) Pies</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Congo Bars a.k.a. Chocolate Chip Blondies</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Batik Cake</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lemon Chiffon Pie</td></tr>
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</div>3. <b>Been enjoying Ramadhan</b><br />
I do not if I have been more productive during this beautiful month compared to the last. I hope I have. May Allah guide me.<br />
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4. <b>Went to IIUM</b><br />
I'm in KL at the moment (going back tomorrow). I'm crashing at KakYing's place. Today I went to visit <a href="http://www.iium.edu.my/">IIUM</a> (or UIA as some people know them), but I didn't have a lot of time to visit all my favourite spots. Besides without the students the place seemed a little empty. But peaceful, really peaceful. I wish I had had more time to spend there, but I managed to snap a few pics with the camera I borrowed from KakYong, hehe... wish I had had time to take more though.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They're building some new buildings at the Putra/Gombak LRT Station.<br />
Probably for parking.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The new student mall or something, situated in front of Kyros.<br />
Booths for students interested in generating some extra income</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Corridor leading to lecturers' offices.<br />
Familiar stepping ground for me hehe.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The ever faithful elevator at INSTED.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The new Azman Hashim complex.<br />
All the banks operate in this building now- Bank Islam, Ambank and Bank Muamalat.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They also have signboards put up everywhere now! Most convenient.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The beautiful IIUM mosque... majestic looking and of course my photo does no cre<br />
dit to it</td></tr>
</tbody></table>5. <b>Planning on buying a car</b><br />
Though it'll be some time until I get my license, I'm already planning to buy a car since Insya-Allah if all goes well I'll start working soon. I've fallen in love with the new Myvi, hehe, and it also helps that they have one in purple! Now that I've started becoming interested in cars, I can't help visiting <a href="http://www.perodua.com.my/myvi">this site</a> again and again... haha.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My dream car, hehe</td></tr>
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"> That's all for now. Happy Ramadhan!</div><br />
Sumaiyyahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00350156046641699550noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043898819646785925.post-82326753478953341982011-07-18T13:22:00.026+08:002011-07-18T13:22:01.819+08:00Ayyuhal Walad: Advice 2 - How to Accept Advice KakNgah writes.<br />
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Today I went crazy and made two types of brownies. <a href="http://thestonesoup.com/blog/2010/09/peanut-butter-chocolate-brownies-facts-about-non-wheat-flour-5-ingredients-simple-baking/">Peanut butter chocolate brownies</a> (which only used 5 ingredients and is super sticky and fudgy) and <a href="http://www.huayping.com/banana-brownies/">banana brownies</a> (which is definitely my favourite of the two because of the texture and taste). For the sake of preventing an overload of drool- well, perhaps not, but in order to be kind and nice to KakYong, I won't post the photos (besides they're not very good photos. I want a camera!). I promise I'll make them when you and Aiman come home! Hehe.<br />
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I love baking because whatever disasters that I produce, I know that people will eat what I make. If they're good, people (which hereby refers to my own, kind family) will swoon over them (uh-huh.) and appreciate my efforts. Tomorrow I plan to make banana bread pudding! (Only because we have bananas, KakYong. Not because I <i>really </i>want to. Honest. Not.) Insya-Allah.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Advice 2: How to Accept Advice</div><br />
My dear beloved child <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(I've changed it to this because it sounds better),</span><br />
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Giving advice is easy- it is accepting advice that is difficult for it is a great bitter pill to be swallowed by those who often only follow their own desires or <i>nafs</i>. <i>Nafs</i> loves that which are forbidden, especially for those who often seek knowledge for the sake of getting recognition or a title and are always busy in pronouncing their greatness and collecting worldly wealth. These people believe that <b>having</b> this type of knowledge is enough to secure their safety and happiness without having to <b>practice</b> what they have learnt. They are those who have been influenced by <i>i'tiqad</i> and the way of thinking of the philosophers (here referring to secular-type of philosophers).<br />
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Subhanallah! This is truly a confused way of thinking. Do they not know that a person who has gained knowledge but does not practice what he knows, will be even more heavily questioned compared to those who do not have knowledge during the Day of Judgement? Rasullullah pbuh said:<br />
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"Those who will receive the heaviest of punishments are the knowledgeable ones who did not use their knowledge for the sake of Allah."<br />
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It has been narrated by Al Junaid Al Baghdadi <i>Qaddasallahu Sirrahu</i> that a man who was known to have passed away came to him in a dream. The man asked Imam Al Junaid, "How are you, Abu al Qasim (referring to Imam Al Junaid Al Baghdadi), who answered," In truth, all empirical knowledge have disappeared, as have all spiritual knowledge. All that are beneficial no longer exists except a few numbers of <i>rakaat</i> that we manage to make in the night."<br />
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It seems that human beings are more often prone to chasing after worldly wealth. We chase after money, title, recognition and happiness- or what we think is happiness. We forget that in the end, nothing matters except what has been done in the name of Allah.<br />
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"Al-ilm bila amalin kasshajarin bila samarin" : Knowledge without practice is like a tree that bears no fruit.<br />
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I wonder if I'm such a tree. It's certainly a frightening thought. I would imagine that people who do not practice what they know to be right are like gnarled old trees on which no fruit grows and no leaves sprout. I do not want to be this kind of tree. I want to be a tree that grows and fruits and benefits those around it.<br />
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What kind of tree would you like to be?<br />
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p.s. I think I'd like to be an apple tree. Or perhaps one that grows peaches. Yes, that would definitely be lovely.Sumaiyyahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00350156046641699550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043898819646785925.post-66684243752715169302011-07-17T11:36:00.003+08:002011-07-17T12:24:09.694+08:00Kak Yong shares: Japanese Style Qasidah Burdah- by Ahmad Abu Hakeem Maeno<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzXkwseYjLb1179XNXMeUAAHjOfYsoXGpfBaslAh0YCH5eZOfG71laDgmf78ROe752oGQ7qdbHqCeiIB-wFVQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;">(<a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.youtube.com/watch?v=pUN2kNE4I7M">source</a>)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Rather than watch anime all day (hmm, who is that I wonder?), let's listen to the praising of our beloved Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon him.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Isn't it wonderful how languages can be used to express such beautiful meanings? All languages come from Allah, and there in no language above the other. Arabic is of course the language of Al-Quran and our Prophet, and it is indeed unique compared to others. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And if we have time and means, learn other language too. The world will be opened for us...</div>KakYonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00566783902600009130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043898819646785925.post-23229005457575408192011-07-17T01:15:00.001+08:002011-07-18T03:13:53.165+08:00Ayyuhal Walad: An Introduction & Advice 1 - Time Is Life Itself<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlsuGvt74O10in1F0Dl9KEJ73UBFYGC2EO91AenKwxw4OoioRRA7upZDtmWOMCZpQ6ntxIt5U_PbqEVaZkghMSkI8ccVr_hbx_AnyPsuuk-VjbwTNIUAdTuT5i45M8QumY1egpcJO0jWM/s1600/KN.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlsuGvt74O10in1F0Dl9KEJ73UBFYGC2EO91AenKwxw4OoioRRA7upZDtmWOMCZpQ6ntxIt5U_PbqEVaZkghMSkI8ccVr_hbx_AnyPsuuk-VjbwTNIUAdTuT5i45M8QumY1egpcJO0jWM/s1600/KN.jpg" /></a></div> <br />
KakNgah is here.<br />
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I have sadly been absent from this blog.<br />
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It makes me feel guilty. Seeing that I used to bug KakYong and KakCik to post. Then I stopped.<br />
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I have no good reasons. I am finally at home. I still have work to do, but I have time. Lots. Too much even. Too much that I do not spend in remembrance of Allah. This must change.<br />
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I had lots to write about, but I didn't feel like doing it here. This is a place for sharing. Wait, aren't blogs usually for sharing? I mean that this is where I'd like to write about common, general stuff that relates to all three of us. KakYong, KakNgah, KakCik.<br />
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KakYong said it's okay for me to write about my any of doings here, but I don't feel like it.<br />
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Hmmm.<br />
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KakYong has been doing a splendid job with her <a href="http://faainatazhabun.blogspot.com/">blog</a>. She's been updating regularly (or <i>quite</i>) and they're all about such interesting happenings. If you read our blog because I once or regularly commented on your blog, do visit my older sister's blog. It's good. Trust me.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"> We have started a small usrah at home. Well, perhaps it is not much of an usrah. What we do is gather after Isya' and read Surah al-Mulk together. After that one of us will read from a book. It's simple, but I like it. I would like it even more if we were all doing it. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"> We have skipped these sessions for a few days now... I hope we go back to doing them soon.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"> When I arrived home last week, and rejoined the sessions, I discovered that they've started on a new book titled "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Ayyuhal Walad</span>" by the Al Imam Hujjatul Islam: Abu Hamid Muhammad bin Muhammad al-Ghazali.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"> This is what the cover looks like:</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Took this from <a href="http://pondokbuku-rkukaudya.blogspot.com/2009/07/ayyuhal-walad.html">here</a>.<br />
You can read a review of the book there.</td></tr>
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"> It is a simple but lovely book, full of useful advice for all who read it.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"> The title means "Wahai Anakku Yang Tercinta" in Malay.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"> It means "Oh My Beloved Child" in English.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"> I have decided to share the contents here. I shall translate them into English. Proper credits go to the writer and publishers, but I feel that good knowledge should be shared with all. Insya-Allah. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"> I sincerely apologise if my translation lacks quality.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"> May Allah reward the writer and all those who put effort into the production of this book.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Advice 1: Time is Life Itself</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Oh my beloved child,</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Part of Rasulullah's advice to his <i>ummah</i> (people) is as follows:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>A sign that Allah has turned from His slave is when that slave consistently carries out useless activities. And if but one second of his life is used for other than the true purpose of his life (which is to worship Allah), so he will forever repent it (on the Day of Judgement) while those who have reached the age of forty and beyond and has yet to make good deeds overbalance that of his bad ones, so has he prepared himself to enter hellfire.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: left;">This is advice is sufficient enough for those who have <i>'ilm</i> (knowledge).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"> We spend a lot of time doing useless things that do not contribute towards getting the blessings of Allah.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"> We pray, but our hearts and minds is elsewhere.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"> Outside of prayers, we do things that cannot be considered <i>ibadah</i> (acts of worship).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"> I am one of these people.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"> Me: It's not easy to change.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"> I: Are you sure?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"> Me: It's not easy to be good.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"> I: Really?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"> If that's the kind of attitude that I have, that Muslims have, how are we ever going to convince ourselves and others that Islam is the path of Truth?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"> What do you think?</div>Sumaiyyahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00350156046641699550noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043898819646785925.post-89521532950240339342011-06-25T08:54:00.012+08:002011-06-26T18:45:00.180+08:00KakYong writes: bits and pieces<div><br /></div><div><div><div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">As requested by Kak Ngah, to make it look like she's not hogging this whole blog to herself, here I am. Bear in mind that I could not even regularly post on my own blog, so you can guess why I may be neglecting here for a while.</div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But no matter, here I am now, and I'm planning to write for a bit.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I haven't updated my summer camp report for two days. Maybe because those were two ordinary days, just classes for them, and me running around fixing the schedule and trying to get some seminar work done. Though I look and sound busy, I still had time for some, let's say, extra-curricular activities? Let's look at some pictures shall we?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Activity One: Eat, Eat, Eat</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I am not a picky eater. In fact I consider myself quite adventurous when it comes to eating. I like to try out new dishes, especially if people said NOT to try it (what can I say, I have the tendency to go against people's recommendation, and usually I will like what they don't). Muahaha. But I don't purposely go put and search for new kinds of food, like some people. I have enough brought to me. I mean look at where I am now, at the department where it is teeming with international students, who will usually bring something from their home country, and it is usually food. So I get to try all sorts of things. Cool eh?</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik6NIAeEQaBuOw5qjuSjiBoQKtacuh-CV-CRk7GPOOUafPGIljoAXhbrENkdHyvoOXvAHWUMUkcoEvo95DYnSrjyyrmvuWUMLEe56BehKI-_3u6lOA8WrO0YZl9tpZ5qPA-5h31KlhuD4/s1600/P6210399.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik6NIAeEQaBuOw5qjuSjiBoQKtacuh-CV-CRk7GPOOUafPGIljoAXhbrENkdHyvoOXvAHWUMUkcoEvo95DYnSrjyyrmvuWUMLEe56BehKI-_3u6lOA8WrO0YZl9tpZ5qPA-5h31KlhuD4/s320/P6210399.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621960249041022050" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Kungfu Spaghetti</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The above is from the time where I had dinner with the Swedish students, the first night they were here. It was a sort of welcoming dinner. I ordered something I never had before: Kungfu Spaghetti. I don't really eat out much, but when I do, I'll try something that I've never had, and might never find again. The owner, who was serving us, warned me that it'll be a bit spicy, but I just answered bravely, "We are Malaysian" Yeah, it was rather spicy and hot, notice all the chillies, but it was good.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Then on Wednesday Dr Rahim and his wife Manna invited K.Soffi and me to their house and we had Iranian food. Rice and chicken and salad. Manna's a good cook, and she makes healthy food, and she arranged the food very nicely. I forgot to bring the camera along with me, so no pictures here.</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIC0p3N_tU9WGz6lboXgVgfhmLNN-uzcJdU06_FpmYUHRTUaqN-7loAxqmc2V-5ml3EFgQY5jRITda3zSJU-TDlQBlHN1APFj97ay8JTefeLgpbg1ejFaHyv7W795wsh5VtMWS9fbD9lw/s1600/P6230449.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIC0p3N_tU9WGz6lboXgVgfhmLNN-uzcJdU06_FpmYUHRTUaqN-7loAxqmc2V-5ml3EFgQY5jRITda3zSJU-TDlQBlHN1APFj97ay8JTefeLgpbg1ejFaHyv7W795wsh5VtMWS9fbD9lw/s320/P6230449.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621963243689131234" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Mac & Cheese</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">On Thursday, after they finished classes, some of the girls asked me for a place where they can eat, so I took them to Amcorp, since they wanted to eat fast food (excuse me for my lack of knowledge on good eating places, 5 years in KL and I still don't know where's where.) I didn't want to eat, I still full from lunch, but they made me eat (not very hard to do, that one), and so I ordered Mac & Cheese, since I always wondered what's it like. It was so-so, maybe I won't order it again? </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Then on Friday, Dr. Rosey, who just got back from Hong Kong invited us, and I went with K.Soffi and K.Niswa. We had Chinese cold noodles and I love it!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoqehhvUDWFAo_ZARyTFW_zWF7wAYk96YELZlCh9Xd3kMEAj5qOWySyYNcztZcas2pVhouS58YmDIh8rTFiyE5E3f1D6pWFm7wvcKWM_ZUs3BjKZq33jCScLVCKxX5jknWA3g9hy06WTE/s1600/P6240481.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoqehhvUDWFAo_ZARyTFW_zWF7wAYk96YELZlCh9Xd3kMEAj5qOWySyYNcztZcas2pVhouS58YmDIh8rTFiyE5E3f1D6pWFm7wvcKWM_ZUs3BjKZq33jCScLVCKxX5jknWA3g9hy06WTE/s320/P6240481.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621964767511178098" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Nice, isn't it?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihOgXPAfNGgr1PSsuoaRhzHF-8UktWqEP3Lp_iI_DYWp3xpE9tlUemmvcH3AV4PMqm8rFbN0xBka0XtCEs0oFKUgZej9UA-OA6vt9HhpQ41HmEda3USGBZaxVyeCGgKECWjf6DbkpceYw/s1600/P6240489.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihOgXPAfNGgr1PSsuoaRhzHF-8UktWqEP3Lp_iI_DYWp3xpE9tlUemmvcH3AV4PMqm8rFbN0xBka0XtCEs0oFKUgZej9UA-OA6vt9HhpQ41HmEda3USGBZaxVyeCGgKECWjf6DbkpceYw/s320/P6240489.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621965287281964882" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">my own bowl (this is the first time, you should see my 2nd helping heheh)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Activity Two: Taking pictures here and there</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As someone might already notice, I have more personal and authentic pictures these days. Yep, I've been snapping pictures right and left. Just as well that I don't have FB anymore, or it'll be full of pics and nothing else (see, one reason I'm FBless). The below are some random pictures when I happen to have a camera in my hand.</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBaSxfIu9VA9Lbh-yaZUGfMuWj1HPkT1pEdR9NS7BpULjP2BW-mt886l9iXEaiL9LZyEAGiNy_XpcERQOu6b62j3D4NL7rr_lYFhXaFB2aQ41ZJbdmBuz1awSn-xodKuDIPrdy6YCPSfM/s1600/P5270180.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBaSxfIu9VA9Lbh-yaZUGfMuWj1HPkT1pEdR9NS7BpULjP2BW-mt886l9iXEaiL9LZyEAGiNy_XpcERQOu6b62j3D4NL7rr_lYFhXaFB2aQ41ZJbdmBuz1awSn-xodKuDIPrdy6YCPSfM/s320/P5270180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621969600928818386" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; ">my four mascots</span></u></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBaSxfIu9VA9Lbh-yaZUGfMuWj1HPkT1pEdR9NS7BpULjP2BW-mt886l9iXEaiL9LZyEAGiNy_XpcERQOu6b62j3D4NL7rr_lYFhXaFB2aQ41ZJbdmBuz1awSn-xodKuDIPrdy6YCPSfM/s1600/P5270180.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /></a></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsX9a25obMVF0O3u6Q3rkfyS3R8BVeLrd7I508COcMnpx3W6sUkEYHPUcgPItMy3syLYJ9PYmqY9vIzGnRKrShtxG7RVD3OScd4vqafuZzCznQPvztidIKkR9MOFmJ_98i-pzsyFTU55A/s320/P5260165.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621969591830796834" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><u>our PA busy at work</u></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsX9a25obMVF0O3u6Q3rkfyS3R8BVeLrd7I508COcMnpx3W6sUkEYHPUcgPItMy3syLYJ9PYmqY9vIzGnRKrShtxG7RVD3OScd4vqafuZzCznQPvztidIKkR9MOFmJ_98i-pzsyFTU55A/s1600/P5260165.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaH5E_7aOWlP0gZQtsGxcU1f5eoTf7rmEMy7v_AKkdK29ytRDcPz988lk_2Ti_mCXKVsLtrwQ2Csgq1PnUDlyqUSBeMFH2zSp4a8fw5EZvtTlYDlmEYdLKH55DfRy-OMekSEtzuoy7OGI/s1600/P6240469.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaH5E_7aOWlP0gZQtsGxcU1f5eoTf7rmEMy7v_AKkdK29ytRDcPz988lk_2Ti_mCXKVsLtrwQ2Csgq1PnUDlyqUSBeMFH2zSp4a8fw5EZvtTlYDlmEYdLKH55DfRy-OMekSEtzuoy7OGI/s320/P6240469.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621969587884043970" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><u>a painting by a 93 year old man in China (Dr Rosey's house)</u></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaH5E_7aOWlP0gZQtsGxcU1f5eoTf7rmEMy7v_AKkdK29ytRDcPz988lk_2Ti_mCXKVsLtrwQ2Csgq1PnUDlyqUSBeMFH2zSp4a8fw5EZvtTlYDlmEYdLKH55DfRy-OMekSEtzuoy7OGI/s1600/P6240469.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQYGfzJBAMHFGD06eSpItKftDBM8OYu_xVax_QtcPscX-232gYjkX0OdvTYeuvo4cCJ9sBvPKbjnXDPZmI6YG9AFrp3fyht8fOJSmm_dl7nK3ncqYdUZpIIdCmMJBXQaCjaWi2PAHW30M/s1600/P6200304.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQYGfzJBAMHFGD06eSpItKftDBM8OYu_xVax_QtcPscX-232gYjkX0OdvTYeuvo4cCJ9sBvPKbjnXDPZmI6YG9AFrp3fyht8fOJSmm_dl7nK3ncqYdUZpIIdCmMJBXQaCjaWi2PAHW30M/s320/P6200304.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621969586488640834" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><u>our academy's surau</u></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQYGfzJBAMHFGD06eSpItKftDBM8OYu_xVax_QtcPscX-232gYjkX0OdvTYeuvo4cCJ9sBvPKbjnXDPZmI6YG9AFrp3fyht8fOJSmm_dl7nK3ncqYdUZpIIdCmMJBXQaCjaWi2PAHW30M/s1600/P6200304.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhspr5vslTRaHM0L917PZH35mye9henxWqUKjjz5IUyW6jcC72V0yRR4jfJ161P2R8QZCG1znAqwOZ_w858VrHwfKpuHwdgKsUnlBnQkZ6SZY301arJoZXAgoME3_PpUtiqG1D5yS3rDXE/s1600/P6200274.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhspr5vslTRaHM0L917PZH35mye9henxWqUKjjz5IUyW6jcC72V0yRR4jfJ161P2R8QZCG1znAqwOZ_w858VrHwfKpuHwdgKsUnlBnQkZ6SZY301arJoZXAgoME3_PpUtiqG1D5yS3rDXE/s320/P6200274.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621969583730580114" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">the lonely bus stop during the uni break</div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Activity Three: My studies (something that I always talk about, but haven't really done much, sigh...)</b></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMg0ik6ilbg00S6NacsUvhqZf_BkUqQk7SRvWt804P484VmtmP3edVWi8Hse6clhi_M0c39AkfYgF_JNBzvtdQ6-3zh5ju93ZPZqDAR29walhUiSoIM40FicQKU9lYzv92sGxcV1RAdWw/s1600/P6110230.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMg0ik6ilbg00S6NacsUvhqZf_BkUqQk7SRvWt804P484VmtmP3edVWi8Hse6clhi_M0c39AkfYgF_JNBzvtdQ6-3zh5ju93ZPZqDAR29walhUiSoIM40FicQKU9lYzv92sGxcV1RAdWw/s320/P6110230.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621973307873163330" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><u>a stack of books to comfort myself, not to read,but to look at on the shelf...</u></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMg0ik6ilbg00S6NacsUvhqZf_BkUqQk7SRvWt804P484VmtmP3edVWi8Hse6clhi_M0c39AkfYgF_JNBzvtdQ6-3zh5ju93ZPZqDAR29walhUiSoIM40FicQKU9lYzv92sGxcV1RAdWw/s1600/P6110230.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /></a></div><img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM1acZLZw-UmKhnR0KPheQ0w04vQ-XONX4-m41-5SVbUTMpvPh1F0d6W73GVmQDdV93aKzCH4RKdGOqRe6bpyx9GWaf1ltmWVtgNMXUvbcNgpTt7TT_Il1wLLCGoWCz480sDFVeAO2kL4/s320/P6190261.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621973300149047026" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><u>on rare occasions that I actually open a book and sit down to take notes</u></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM1acZLZw-UmKhnR0KPheQ0w04vQ-XONX4-m41-5SVbUTMpvPh1F0d6W73GVmQDdV93aKzCH4RKdGOqRe6bpyx9GWaf1ltmWVtgNMXUvbcNgpTt7TT_Il1wLLCGoWCz480sDFVeAO2kL4/s1600/P6190261.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">So there we are. Enough pictures to make up for my MIA, can aaa, Kak Ngah? The thing is I know there'll be other people who might read my entry if I post my entry here, compared to my own, where only Kak Ngah will come (and Kak Chik, if she remembers she has sisters). And don't worry Kak Ngah, you can use this blog to put up your personal rantings etc. I did plan to do that, since konon2 my own personal blog will be strictly academic and less personal. But from the looks of it, whatever just go wherever and whenever. Tak kisah la...</div></div></div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ok,till next time.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Kak Yong</div>KakYonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00566783902600009130noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043898819646785925.post-3943999656831888002011-06-24T07:30:00.001+08:002011-06-24T07:30:01.966+08:00When We Never Say NO KakNgah here.<br />
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Today Abuya called, which was a nice surprise since he doesn't usually do that. Normally when I call home, I'd talk to Ummi and sometimes the boys if they happen to answer the call. I only talk to Abuya when I have something to ask. (He's usually doing something else anyway when I call, like sleeping or cutting the grass...)<br />
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Abuya said Mama (who is Abuya's eldest sister) texted him asking if I wanted to be a substitute teacher at her school. Now, Mama is a teacher at a secondary school, and the class that she's offering is a Form 6 class. Even thinking about it sends cold shivers up my spine. Even now, when people I don't know meet me for the first time, they'd ask me which <i>school</i> I go to. Or if I happen to visit KakYong or follow my boss to the institute, they'd ask which <i>school </i>I go to and if it was the <i>school holidays</i>.<br />
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Yeah. I get that a lot. I don't think I look that young (but of course you'd have to see me to agree or otherwise). And I'm not really that small (KakYong says the way I walk makes me look short. What???). I suppose I am rather thin (super thin according to most people), but I think it's more to the fact that I don't put up on make-up and dress rather simply compared to some of my friends.<br />
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This worries one of my lecturers, Madam Z. She often calls me, usually late at night, and we often chat up to 1 hour. Sometimes I wonder why it is so much easier for me to connect with old(er) people. Madam Z said I have an old soul. Anyway, she said that she's worried that I might not get suitors because I look far too young and unsophisticated. I look like a school girl, just like she did when she was my age.<br />
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More about that in another post. I should get back to the topic. Anyway, I already have a temporary job (I might have mentioned it in one or two posts), so it's a no-no. But what I really want to talk about is how even if I did not already have a job, the chances of me accepting the offer is small due to my low self esteem on being able to teach and guide older students, I was tempted to say yes. YES!<br />
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I began to find out sometime ago that I am not good at saying no. Usually this occurs when people asks for help or offer me jobs (which usually helps them in a way or another too, when I think of it). Mama once said that it runs in the family. One of friends once called me a 'Yes' girl.<br />
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I'm sure that there are many of you out there who also happen to be a 'Yes' person. It's not a bad trait,I suppose, in fact it means that you're willing to help people and that's a good quality. The problem is that sometimes, when you say Yes too often, or all the time, and NEVER say No, you might just be too overwhelmed by everything and in the end you'll screw up in both helping people and completing your own work.<br />
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I have experienced several occasions when I agreed to do some work for too many things and later found myself sleepless several nights just for the sake of completing my own work. I've become rather used to that (Ummi calls me a vampire because I don't sleep at night- maybe an owl would be a better nickname? At least owls are wise... *smug).<br />
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So you probably understand why I was compelled to say 'yes' to Mama's offer, even though I really wanted to say 'No'. The truth is, I do feel that I'd like to experience teaching older students, but I really want to get back home after I finish my job here, sign up for driving lessons, get started on baking which I miss terribly, chat with Ummi, Abuya and the boys and just rest... I need rest.<br />
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I said No. Well, I didn't say no exactly, but I said that I already had a job so I asked if I could offer it to my friend Jannah (who happens to be an ex-student of Mama's).<br />
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Then I thought about all about hwo to know when to say Yes and when to say No.<br />
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And I have come to a conclusion. It's alright to say Yes. It's alright to be a 'Yes' person. It's alright to get a little burdened by your own work and other people's work at the same time. Why? Because helping people is good. There have been many occasions when a small offer that I did for a friend turned out well- I got treated to something, or get the favour returned. Of course, you shouldn't do favours for people and expect anything in return. You shouldn't even expect people to remember that you've done them a favour. But when people do remember, and they help you back when you ask for it, that's good, right?<br />
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You do have to know when to say No though. You shouldn't say 'Yes' when someone asks you to do their assignments for them. You shouldn't say 'Yes' when somebody asks you to do something bad. You shouldn't say Yes when someone asks you if it's okay to do something bad. Sometimes being nice doesn't mean agreeing to everything people say. Telling the truth is a nice thing to do too, but it's not easy.<br />
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Yes. No. Make the best choice, and follow your instincts. And always, always put your trust in Allah. Insya-Allah you'll be fine.Sumaiyyahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00350156046641699550noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043898819646785925.post-10515831274926134412011-06-21T17:39:00.001+08:002011-06-21T18:15:47.416+08:00The Bird on the Sill There is a small bird that likes to perch on one of the windowsills in my room and announce its presence to the world. Most of the time it comes in the morning, and wakes me up with its loud twitters. Chipper twitters. I like the sound of chipper twitters. Sometimes it comes around Asar.<br />
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Sometimes when I fall back to sleep in the morning, I feel a little annoyed when it flies on to the sill and begins its wake-up call. However, it makes me get up so that's good.<br />
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I can't say that we have become friends, because every time I try to get away it flies of in a hurry. Huh, not so bold when it comes to face-to-face meetings, are you? The most I can do is to creep slowly and quietly from behind the curtain, lifting it ever so slowly and watching my chirpy little friend from behind the dark glass. Well, yes we may not be friends but we have developed this i-stalk-you-and-you-stalk-me relationship. We bug each other, but there's a wall made of glass that separates us.<br />
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Here it is. I'm afraid my camera phone does not provide photos of very good quality, but it's clear enough, I think. I can also only take photos from behind the dark glass.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It seemed to have sensed that I was there...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Did I hear something? it thought</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfIpJhHAnXdiPigl_nEsiZcyFH78WE6JuObVzX-xiYPsf1hfQa3-Ne0O85hzlvBUPbdOnLfp_pWjtsMf5v1mnNtkTs2Ew8yyj98DXHPjf1zxzKBDrH1muURiDf9OYrgGEYRpGbY0vsiCc/s1600/Birdie+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfIpJhHAnXdiPigl_nEsiZcyFH78WE6JuObVzX-xiYPsf1hfQa3-Ne0O85hzlvBUPbdOnLfp_pWjtsMf5v1mnNtkTs2Ew8yyj98DXHPjf1zxzKBDrH1muURiDf9OYrgGEYRpGbY0vsiCc/s320/Birdie+4.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> I also recorded the sound of its merry little chirps. I haven't figured out how to upload audio files, so you'll have to make do with this:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyK8b9-8pVTXE-HNIT8WLMtGHSYfcZjOAZeRxuUuQcgishpuQXWvd9Loi4ne-YpZMgpH9Ru3l1tKWwKRRMLnw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">This is what I hear every single day. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Even if it annoys me a little sometimes, I'd miss it if it forgets to call...</span></div><br />
Finally, I also recorded a short video of my little friend! It just goes to show how bored I am these days, even with all the work that I have to complete....<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwIqFMKHjacaTC5iKUeBLwCVejjhWoatua7jgZs9jcQCOGX_xlpzKWEfkuWksTUNxkpYLMcvUkmxbhqfQHO5A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">However annoyed I get, I can only say Subhanallah whenever I see this little being on the sill. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">It has such a pretty combination of black and yellow!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"> What happened at the end of the video was that I was trying to get to the open side of the window to get a closer look... and I didn't make it before my friend flew off. Oh, well.<br />
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Allah's creations are truly amazing and beautiful. I don't often get to see pretty, colourful birds like this up-close except when I visit zoos and parks, so befriending this little fellow has helped lend some colour into my currently rather colourless life. I'm looking forward to going home, but I'll miss my little friend.</div>Sumaiyyahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00350156046641699550noreply@blogger.com3Melaka, Malaysia2.205685 102.256155000000042.1281654999999997 102.11761300000003 2.2832045 102.39469700000004tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043898819646785925.post-9169919397928358822011-06-17T14:35:00.000+08:002011-06-17T14:35:42.529+08:00A Short Update How lame is it that I'm using the same title for this entry as well as the one in my teaching blog?<br />
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We do apologise for the 1 month absence from this blog. While KakYong is busy running or managing or coordinating a Muslim Youth Camp for students from Sweden (you can read about that here), KakNgah is buried under tons and tons of work and some assignments- all of which require a lot of reading. Thankfully all the materials have been prepared- now I just have to read them!<br />
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Meanwhile KakCik has yet to make an appearance. She's usually very busy when on campus, and you might think that she would have time to write and post some stuff now that she's home for the semester break, which is quite long as the new semester will only open in September. However, she doesn't have access to the internet at home, so I'm afraid we'll have to wait until everybody grows beards before she posts anything.<br />
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KakYong's camp will be up and running sometime next week if I'm not mistaken. She plans to write updates on her blog.<br />
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All this while, even though I have not written much on the blog, I have done a lot of blogwalking and visited numerous blogs, many of which are very interesting. I usually love leaving comments whenever I read an interesting piece, and when I do I put a lot of effort into it- merely writing "Hi! Nice blog." or "Interesting ideas. Keep it up!" doesn't really show that you read what the writer has written, does it?<br />
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However, for some reason I've lost spirit in doing that even. I was supposed to go to UTM with my boss this morning, and I was quite excited about it, but when I woke up today the excitement was gone and all I wanted to do was lie in bed and sleep. I don't like this, I don't like this state that I'm in at all. I feel homesick all the time. It's good because you know it shows that you love being home, but it distracts me from working. In order to distract myself from being homesick I surf the internet, but doing it so much distracts me from working too!<br />
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I think I need some sort of break. Just a short one. I should have gone to UTM, getting out for a bit might have helped. Tomorrow, however, I have plans to go to a classmate's wedding with two other classmates, so I'm looking forward to that! Let's hope my spirits will be better after doing that. For now, I must make a lot of <i>zikir</i> and remember Allah, as well as pray that he gets me out of this mental block that I am in.<br />
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On a happier note, it won't be long 'til July comes. In two or three weeks I'll be home. Think of that! :DSumaiyyahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00350156046641699550noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043898819646785925.post-50051272915896302642011-05-20T17:46:00.000+08:002011-05-20T17:46:11.403+08:00Confusion Good things are supposed to make one feel... well, <i>good</i>. Good things are supposed to make good people feel happy, excited and optimistic. Right?<br />
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Then why do I feel so depressed?<br />
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-KakNgahSumaiyyahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00350156046641699550noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043898819646785925.post-74785692551832741902011-05-18T11:02:00.000+08:002011-05-18T11:02:36.721+08:00The Haram vs. the Halal This is just a short update. I listened to this talk and the speaker spoke something that was very interesting and actually made me pause the video to give a thought on what he had said. It goes something like this:<br />
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"When you indulge in the haram, or when you eat or drink from the haram, the halal will then become disgusting to you..." and "When you have become used to something that is filthy, then what is generally known as clean and beautiful will become dirty and ugly."<br />
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I may have changed or added to what he said, but that is the main message from the talk.<br />
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I may write more on this, but I don't really have time at the moment. So I leave you with that to ponder upon.<br />
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What do you think?Sumaiyyahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00350156046641699550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043898819646785925.post-34942561988084874522011-05-12T01:02:00.001+08:002011-05-12T01:06:14.217+08:00aku hanya hamba banyak yang aku dapat<br />
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dan banyak yang aku lupa<br />
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bila yang ku dapat mula hilang<br />
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bila yang banyak tinggal sedikit<br />
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baru aku ingat semula<br />
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aku ingat<br />
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dan aku kembali lupa<br />
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aku manusia<br />
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aku hanya hamba kepada-Nya<br />
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aku alpa<br />
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leka<br />
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jua hina<br />
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kadang-kadang ku putus asa<br />
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aku<br />
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mendambakan keampunan dari yang Esa...Sumaiyyahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00350156046641699550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043898819646785925.post-30806166376911481762011-05-11T11:52:00.004+08:002011-05-29T16:31:54.295+08:00A Time to Heal<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> [The title of this entry was inspired by a new blog I found, hehe]</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> I liked this nasyeed ever since I heard it for the first time. In fact the whole album is pretty cool. I listened to this a lot during those two lonely but strangely peaceful week that I spent early this year. It reminds me of a certain person with whom I used to be good friends. Thinking of her is not exactly easy- for some reason the bad memories always seem clearer than the good ones, but listening to this song helps. It helps to bring the good memories back.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> My friend _________, this song is for you.</span><br />
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<div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 3px; vertical-align: baseline;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I know I’m waiting<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Waiting for something<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Something to happen to me<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But this waiting comes with<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Trials and challenges<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Nothing in life is free<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I wish that somehow<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">You’d tell me out aloud<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">That on that day I’ll be ok<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But we’ll never know cause<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">That’s not the way it works<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Help me find my way<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">My Lord show me right from wrong<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Give me light make me strong<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I know the road is long<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Make me strong<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Sometimes it just gets too much<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I feel that I’ve lost touch<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I know the road is long<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Make me strong<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I know I’m waiting<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Yearning for something<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Something known only to me<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">This waiting comes with<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Trials and challenges<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Life is one mystery<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I wish that somehow<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">You’d tell me out aloud<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">That on that day you’ll forgive me<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But we’ll never know cause<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">That’s not the way it works<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I beg for your mercy<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">My Lord show me right from wrong<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Give me light make me strong<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I know the road is long<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Make me strong<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Sometimes it just gets too much<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I feel that I’ve lost touch<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I know the road is long<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Make me strong<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Words: Sami Yusuf<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Music: Sami Yusuf<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Produced by Sami Yusuf</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://www.islamiclyrics.net/sami-yusuf/make-me-strong/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">source</span></a><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span"></span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> I pray that the bad memories will one day cease to exist. Burnt to ashes and scattered in the sea. I doubt you know the existence of this blog, and ever will, but I hope you understand.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Let us pray that Allah makes us strong- strong enough to face the trials and tests that he puts upon us. Ameen.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> By the way, I love <a href="http://faainatazhabun.blogspot.com/2011/05/people-of-boxes-which-are-you.html">KakYong's interpretation of Dawud Warnsby Ali's song 'People of the Boxes'</a>. It's like a session in one of Prof. Rosnani's Hikmah programmes. If I were still in IIUM, I'd recommend 'Song Interpretation' as one of the activities of the Facilitator Training Programme, hehe. </span></div></div>Sumaiyyahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00350156046641699550noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043898819646785925.post-76638423164950430102011-05-09T13:30:00.000+08:002011-05-09T13:30:00.602+08:00Getting some pleasure out of blogwalking (Part 1) I like blogwalking.<br />
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I'm always on the lookout for interesting blogs. Interesting blogs with interesting pieces. There are quite a number out there, I'm sure, but finding them is not the easiest thing to do.<br />
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Sometimes I get pretty tired because there are so many blogs out there, and not all have what I'm looking for. I'm not choosy. I just try to look for something that is able to flip the think switch in my brain to 'ON'. I like writers who know how to use words to express their feelings, be it in English or Malay. The way they convey their messages. It also helps if their grammar- if it's in English, is flawless (which mine is probably not) or nearly so. If it's in Malay, then I'd look at how they write.<br />
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So I'd like to share some of the blogs that I have, on the major part, stumbled across and come to love. Some I visit just to get a breathe of fresh air, while others give me bursts of inspiration in every entry they post.<br />
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[The purpose is also to tell KakYong and KakCik about the blogs that I like, and to promote them haha. KakYong said she blogwalked and found some interesting blogs... well the ones I'm going to promote are]<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b> 1. <a href="http://reminderformenyou.blogspot.com/">Peringatan untuk diriku dan dirimu</a></b></span><br />
- This is one of my favourite writers, as well as one of the first bloggers I got to know after entering the blogging world. Over time I've learned her name (to her surprise) and gained insight into the sort of person she is, though of course being in the virtual world one can never be really sure of anything. She even honoured our blog by giving a short review (thanks, cik Ipah! hehe) about it.<br />
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What I like about her blog is the way she writes. She doesn't write in long paragraphs like I do, but evenly spaces every line. There is also an aura of mystery about her especially when she writes something personal- which is something that attracts my attention. I like mysteries. But maybe it's mysterious because I don't know her well. What's most important is that she seeks to do da'wah through blogging.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><b> 2. <a href="http://nurjihadku.blogspot.com/">NurJihadku</a></b></span><br />
- The writer doesn't often post updates, (well at least, not lately) but I like her entries pretty well. She gave permission for me to take her story on Masyitah the Martyr and turn it into an English version to be posted on our blog. Yay! Thanks, sis :) She also writes Islamic pieces, so that's definitely good.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><b> 3. <a href="http://mummynana.blogspot.com/">MummyNana</a></b></span><br />
- I've interacted with Kak Nana through comments quite frequently, and she is very nice. She lives in Ireland with her husband and three, truly adorable children whom I've come to be quite fond of even though I don't know them personally. She often puts up videos of her children, which I like to watch (they have lovely Irish accents!). But next to her stories about her children are her delicious, to-drool over photos of her cooking and baking activities. She is a great hand at these, judging from her photos. She also posts recipes of what she makes- but it makes me sad because I can't try them! (being away from home is <i>awful</i>).<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"> 4. <a href="http://wannuraishah.wordpress.com/">Monologues - Iman Under Construction</a></span></b><br />
- This is one blog that I discovered quite recently (today, in fact). I think KakYong would like it too. Her English is flawless (at least as far as my knowledge of English goes) and she has something like Cik Ipah's style- only that she writes in English. I was hooked from the first entry that I read, and I went on to read the others. The way she writes about Islam is interesting too. You get small glimpses of the kind of person she is- but having read only several entries, maybe it's too early to say anything. I hope she doesn't mind this review. One of the few blogs in which I read nearly word-by-word.<br />
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<b> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">5</span>. <a href="http://faainatazhabun.blogspot.com/">FaAinaTazhabun?</a></b><br />
- Hehe, tolong promote <a href="http://faainatazhabun.blogspot.com/">blog KakYon</a>g. But seriously <a href="http://faainatazhabun.blogspot.com/">her blog</a> is one of my favourites (kipas jangan tak kipas). I've know KakYong all my life, and I know her style of writing, and from what I read she has greatly blossomed as a writer (kipas lagi, kipas..hehe). Seriously if you read this, do visit her blog. She is currently doing her MA with a focus on Palestine, and her blog mainly focuses on that, as well as other topics. If you're a friend of KakNgah's, check out <a href="http://faainatazhabun.blogspot.com/">KakYong's blog</a> (promote..haha). Haa bukan main banyak <a href="http://faainatazhabun.blogspot.com/">link</a> bagi. Silalah lawat ya. Keep it up Yong! Let's use our writing as a medium for da'wah.<br />
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<a href="http://debookoflife.blogspot.com/">KakCik</a> jangan jeles. Next time I'll review your blog pulak k.Sumaiyyahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00350156046641699550noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043898819646785925.post-54913319578179543712011-05-09T07:30:00.025+08:002011-07-18T03:15:18.515+08:00Getting some pleasure out of blogwalking (Part 2) This is an entry by KakNgah.<br />
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[I try not to post too often so that KakYong's entries have time to settle down on the front page of our blog. But for some reason I'm a bit active recently... sorry KakYong! You better write often too, haha.]<br />
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There are several things that I look for when I blogwalk. In other words, there are certain qualities or elements that attracts my attention and draws me to become a follower (other than the reason that the blog belongs to a friend). These are more or less the things that I look out for:<br />
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1. <u>Blogs that are used as a medium for da'wah</u><br />
This is probably one of the most important elements that I look for. I am still new to the blogging world, and I am also rather rusty when it comes to writing, so I truly admire people who are able to write and at the same time spread da'wah about Islam in their writing. It is a truly noble act, and I hope that I can someday be good at it too. For now, I am still learning, but I assure you there are many out there who 'blogda'wah' really well (came up with term myself, sorry).<br />
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2. <u>Blogs that promote good use of language</u><br />
(i) English<br />
- Being an English teacher, I cannot run away from the fact that English attracts my attention very easily. I mean, I teach the language, so I can't help looking out for blogs that use English as their medium, whether in all the entries or in just a few. I encourage anyone who writes in English no matter their level of competence. However, I cannot help but be attracted by writers who use flawless or nearly flawless English. Grammatical sentence structure, not forgetting to include the necessary articles- stuff like that. My own English is quite ordinary, and I have a lot to learn but I guess I know the basics, at least well enough to tell whether a person is a good writer or a bad one by the way he/she writes.<br />
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(ii) Malay<br />
- I may be an English teacher, but I truly admire people who write well in the Malay language. The truth is language fascinates me, and if I were any good in Arabic, French, Mandarin, Japanese, etc. I'd explore blogs written in other langues too. I love how some people write so well in Malay. I used to think of English as more interesting than the Malay language, but now I find that both language fascinates me. The problem is I seldom write in BM (being used to English during my 6 years of training as an English teacher), but I hope to learn to do it well.<br />
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3. <u>Blogs that contain delicious recipes as well as photos of the production</u><br />
- I love, love, love baking! Even though I am not very good at it. The problem is some ingredients are quite expensive, and not exactly easy to find. There's also the fact that our trusty Kenwood broke down some years back, and now I make do with a cheap one that Dad bought. I'm also seldom at home, so it's hard to find time. Anyway, I'm hooked to blogs that contains recipes, especially ones of baked goodies. I could dedicate several entries on some of my favourite baking blogs and websites! I've made several attempts at posting some entries on my own baking adventures (which you can find under baking blues), but let's face it, I am a complete amateur. I wish I could start a food blog, but I'm not good enough to do so.<br />
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4. <u>Writers who have unique and interesting ways of presenting their ideas</u><br />
- There are some writers who don't exactly write using proper English or BM, but they still write really well in that they know how to be funny and interesting. There are several blogs that I visit regularly who actually write using their dialects- which I quite like especially when they use the northern dialects. It adds some humour into their writing and I really like it.<br />
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Apart from that, some bloggers are good at choosing photos or pictures to accompany their writing, and I like it. I like looking at pictures. Especially ones that are of good quality, but I'm no judge. I'm really bad at choosing pictures myself. Like I said, I have a lot to learn.<br />
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5. <u>Writer is a female</u><br />
- I don't know why, but somehow male writers don't attract my attention. One reason is because I'd like to avoid any form of communication with males (especially ones that I don't know personally), which I often do through comments. Sometimes I might read what they write especially if it's Islamic, but I try not to comment. I try, haha. Besides it's easier and of course permissible to become friends with a female writer (seeing as I'm female myself).<br />
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So that's basically some of the things that I look for when I go blogwalking. My opinions are probably of no interest to anyone, but that's what I think. There are some things that I dislike too, when I blogwalk, but I'm too lazy to write about that. Two things that I can highlight though is:<br />
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(i) Blogs that contain obscene things which includes pictures and words. Rasa extra geram when it's from those who call themselves Muslims. I hate people who use swear words, I really do. Just as much as I hate people who smoke.<br />
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(ii) Blogs that put up music on players with no pause option. I don't hate or dislike these blogs, it's just a bit annoying when I'm listening to something else on my own laptop. It gets even more annoying when I open several blogs at the same time, and <i>all </i> of them play songs. I guess they mean well... but I dunno.<br />
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Well that's it for now. I wonder what KakYong looks for when she blogwalks. And KakCik too, I guess, but she never writer. Huh.Sumaiyyahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00350156046641699550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043898819646785925.post-2188245570294375812011-05-08T09:32:00.005+08:002011-05-08T10:31:28.818+08:00Kak Yong writes: Another Ahad at home...<div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:13.5pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; color:black">I see KakNgah has been very active with the blog posting. Tak boleh kalah ni (kan dah bercampur aduk bahasa ibunda n ayahanda muahahha). The thing about writing is that although there are many things to talk about, you always hope to write about things that matter, and to write in a worthwhile way. Many a time I sat down and start typing away. Halfway through, I will be thinking, does this matter? Is it worth writing? And would this be embarrassing? After all, going around blog-walking (as suggested by KakNgah), I saw many impressive entries, about matters that matter (as well as writings that better off the net). I would go, "Cool, wonder when can I write like that?" But then again, I just kept imagining myself writing, rather than actually doing it. So impian hanya tinggal impian...Hello, back to reality, I am supposed to produce around 60,000 words for my dissertation, how am I going to do that if I am scared of writing? Or rather scared of the result of the writing? Like when I write an article related to my research, will it be good enough? Won't people just reject it? Fear. It is like a worm eating away at you from the inside.</span></span><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%"><o:p></o:p></span></p></span></div><div style="font-family: arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: medium; "><big><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Fear is such a strong emotion, and it can control us and prevent us from fulfilling our potential.<o:p></o:p></span></i></big></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; "><i><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"lucida grande","serif"; color:#000099">Often procrastination grows out of fear, even a subtle kind of fear that may be hidden deep within us. So perhaps, try ignoring the procrastination for a short time and think about what you are afraid of; what is making you hesitate. If you can identify your fear, that is the first step. Next, is to remember that fear is often an illusion; something we have constructed for ourselves based on our self image or people’s perceptions of us. If you can manage to decipher the fear then look at it objectively. This can only be done if you turn to Allah for help. Needless to say, it requires a lot of prayer and soul searching, while trusting that Allah is always there.</span></i></span> </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span">(<a href="http://www.islamicgarden.com/positivechange.html">Source</a>)</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "><br /></p></div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHGoqEoU00fJJsyH8clWqqYwxm9gS2vuWkcwBtZNvkCoS8FkUD9TxlpluG2SQVGm1vwcWRSkFGDlV4HLCaVT8jhpoGzqDmQWKuUpmFcg9JKosdZLOsGnb5YYergY3_K2e6rmMs_kMnWlc/s1600/ostrich+syndrome.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHGoqEoU00fJJsyH8clWqqYwxm9gS2vuWkcwBtZNvkCoS8FkUD9TxlpluG2SQVGm1vwcWRSkFGDlV4HLCaVT8jhpoGzqDmQWKuUpmFcg9JKosdZLOsGnb5YYergY3_K2e6rmMs_kMnWlc/s200/ostrich+syndrome.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604159880887686210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px; " /></span></a><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span">It is called the ostrich syndrome.</span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:13.5pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Arial","sans-serif"; color:black">Yes, it is fear actually, that keeps you from doing many things in your life. You are afraid to do something for the fear of not meeting the standard, yours or anyone else, or that people may said something negative about it. Because of that fear, you keep putting off those many things. You end up procrastinating, you will do something else, just to keep busy, deluding yourself that you are doing something, not just laying around. But the thing that should have been in your priority list? That one is not done. But because you have to do it anyway, you will still do it, but at the last minute and the quality will not be the same as if you had it done earlier. Some people will say, "I am a last minute person, even if I started early, I won't be able to do it well. If it's last minute, the idea will start coming in and voila! Look at the results. Sure, it may be last minute, but it's awesome..." Sure there are some people like that, but the ideas start coming in at the last minute because you force it to, you are desperate actually, so the brain starts working really hard. In the end, it becomes a habit, the brain working away when you are under pressure. A habit is something that you acquire over a period of time, something that becomes natural to you. You can say many things to yourself, to make yourself feel better, but in reality you are running away rather than fight. Or you just pretend that everything is fine, rather than facing it.</span></span><span lang="EN-MY" style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:115%"><o:p></o:p></span></p></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 20px; ">So it is time to really start writing properly. Sincerely and with the right intention too. Not just here, but for my studies as well. I must be confident about it. Where does confidence comes from? "It comes from within yourself", as Dr. Rosey once said. It comes from knowing who are, and being proud of it. Do you know who you are and why you are here? Why Allah put you here, rather than anywhere else? Of all the choices in life, you had made the ones that lead you here. So what are you going to do? When the going gets tough, do you hide like the ostrich? Or do you move on forward? Whatever that might happened in the future, just remember, in the end it will happen anyway. It's just how you face it that is the making of you. With the conscious decision or with the feeling that you had no choice?</span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTSc9POC0Z5DsPeQOdEb_d_PCrsg9bCCqaby4t9rEi9Kr5i6DKmYsjhC4EPnZJ2V1MepSROA0wIPa1NeANRZcgDvqW7hssvc0j2Idkymvx5o5LdKzWd3yZ8ksGh-ilRxl-lprD_wzxKp0/s1600/into+the+unknown.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTSc9POC0Z5DsPeQOdEb_d_PCrsg9bCCqaby4t9rEi9Kr5i6DKmYsjhC4EPnZJ2V1MepSROA0wIPa1NeANRZcgDvqW7hssvc0j2Idkymvx5o5LdKzWd3yZ8ksGh-ilRxl-lprD_wzxKp0/s200/into+the+unknown.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604164886606151042" /></span></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Walk on, yes, you are uncertain, but believe in Allah swt, you can make it.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Arial; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><br /></span></p></span></div>KakYonghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00566783902600009130noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043898819646785925.post-6740575062210906042011-05-08T07:30:00.000+08:002011-05-08T07:30:01.070+08:00Nak promote Mee Bandung Segera Agromas! Malam ni nak promote something. Ni dia:<br />
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Ni our Dad yang perkenalkan. Dia beli dekat kedai HPA kat Wakaf Bharu. Sepeket ada 5. Dulu harga RM5.00, tapi tengok2 dah naik RM6.00. Sempena KakNgah mai balik ke Melaka untuk mencari sesuap rezeki, Abuya beli dua peket bagi. Dia takut KakNgah kebuluran di bumi orang. Don't worry Dad. So far I've only had the chance to eat one packet! Haha.<br />
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Kira ni dah masuk dua kali dapat bekal mee ni. Jangan jeles KakYong! Tula, len kali kalau nak sebut awai2, Dad never forgets once he hears any one of us mention that we'd like a particular type of food to take back. Ummi pulak, asai anak2 yang dok jauh balik, mula buat roti canai la, murtabak la, pizza memang takkan miss, and mcm2. Wauww!! Sebut2 camni dah rasa meleleh ayaq lioq.<br />
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Oh, back to the mee bandung. Untuk something yang boleh dianggap segera or bak kata orang putih 'instant', boleh tahan gak la mee banding ni. Nak buat tu alahai senang sama macam nak buat megi. Perencah pulak memang dia tak kedekut, klu sepaket perencah boleh guna untuk dua or even tiga paket punya mee. Yalah tengokla ghega (hrga). Mee dia pulak bukan yang melengkoi-lengkoi macam mee maggi tu. Dia guna mee kuning.<br />
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Kalau ada bahan extra, boleh tambah sosej ka, ayam ka, sayoq and what-not nak bagi sodap. Tapi malam tadi nak buat cepat2. My landlady makan Maggi Hot ke ape tah (yes. My landlady makan megi. Fuiyo). I setakat tambah teloq ja. Malaih habeh dah. Tapi makan licin. Ni la hasil:<br />
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Nampak cam megi besa ja kan? Well, well... bak kata pepatah tak cuba tak tau. (Mungkinlah bukan kata pepatah). Tapi tak tau pulak kat mana ada juai menda ni, setakat yang cari ni tak jumpa lagi kat mana2, Tesco or JJ or Mydin. Limited stock kot.<br />
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Makan menda ni takla ghasa macam otak berkarat cepat sangat macam makan megi. Maybe la sebab from AgroMas. (Malaysia mari. Jom sokong produk tempatan!) Sama la macam makan mee segera Adabi. Bajet sihat la sikit sebab Adabi punya, yala dah kita memang dok guna perencah dia pun dalam masakan. (Ingat lagi iklan Adabi hat bukak tingkap sambil nyanyi2 tu).<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Habeh dah crita pasai mee, nak tanya KakYong ngan KakCik, especially KakCik..ingat dak masa zaman kecik2 dulu KakCik suka makan lollipop? And then, dia tak panggil lollipop, dia panggil Gollipop. Tak taula man adia kutip perkataan tu. Ka Abang ynag panggil lollipop? Anyway, hari tu pi shopping kat Family Store (supermarket femes kat Batu Berendam area I dok), jumpa ni:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> Yezza memang KakCik pandai sebab memang ada ghupanya Gollipop! Dulu selalu kena pelece sbb salah sebut. Betoi ghupanya dia.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> (Ghasa nak makan lollipop pulak)</div>Sumaiyyahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00350156046641699550noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043898819646785925.post-35942988183284193092011-05-07T20:50:00.002+08:002011-05-07T20:52:07.052+08:00Dinousaurs, sea monsters and the like... (Part 1) Ever since I can remember, I've always been fascinated by dinosaurs and tales of sea monsters. I cannot pin-point the exact time during which I started to have this fascination, but I do know one thing- the person who introduced me to these things. There is absolutely no one else. I'd ask KakYong or KakCik to tell you, but they're not here right now. There's no else. It's Abuya. Dad.<br />
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I still remember when <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jurassic_Park_(film)">Jurassic Park</a> came out. of course at that time I was too small to know much about movies and filming, but I recall the books and 3D glasses that Abuya bought for us. The dinosaur skeletons (plastic ones of course). Oh, and not to forget the movie. Tak ingat berapa kali tengok sebab banyak kali sangat.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jurassic Park - Remember the T-Rex?<br />
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Then there was <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Land_Before_Time">The Land Before Time</a>.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Land Before Time<br />
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Masa tu memang ni lah kartun pujaan. How I adored Little Foot! That's him below, in the centre:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Little Foot and his friends<br />
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</tbody></table> There have been follow-ups to this great movie, but my favourite is definitely the first one. In fact, I haven't seen the movie in years, but I still remember my favourite line- the part where Little Foot was separated from him mum. He was looking for her, and called out in a sing-song voice, "Mother... where are you?" even though I was only a little tot then (probably about five years old?), I was moved by that particular part. Poor Little Foot. And poor little children who have had to suffer Little Foot's fate.<br />
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It could have been Little Foot's influence, but my favourite dinosaur of all time was always the Long-Neck. the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diplodocus">Diplodocus</a>, to be exact. I liked all the Long-Necks, but the Diplodocus was my favourite. I don't know why, but they fascinate me, even today. They're such mighty, humongous animals, but they look so gentle and peaceful (or at least they do in the films and cartoons).<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq9IZwt2yedD4HJDf8mWpDtTPWcezHug1OPCWCs4vYoYtqoBQYVied5v5Z-WLDLS2bHmS41IqpaKeNjpOAbBvS0sd2DMnKj1j60FlBsgDWRLRo2FQPnSMPFnV7ivvKE1QJfOAFGxLJzfA/s1600/Diplodocus1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq9IZwt2yedD4HJDf8mWpDtTPWcezHug1OPCWCs4vYoYtqoBQYVied5v5Z-WLDLS2bHmS41IqpaKeNjpOAbBvS0sd2DMnKj1j60FlBsgDWRLRo2FQPnSMPFnV7ivvKE1QJfOAFGxLJzfA/s320/Diplodocus1.jpg" width="272" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My favourite dinosaur<br />
<a href="http://www.google.com.my/imglanding?imgurl=http://www.dinosaures-web.com/images/dino/Diplodocus1.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.dinosaures-web.com/index.php%3Fpage%3Dfiche.php%26fiche%3D50%26vote%3D0&h=530&w=452&sz=54&tbnid=USRenj9PeM9JOM:&tbnh=132&tbnw=113&prev=/search%3Fq%3DDiplodocus%26tbm%3Disch%26tbo%3Du&zoom=1&q=Diplodocus&usg=__JESMPpeImZPgjk94w0Cw6gfRq-8%3D&sa=X&ei=7jjFTcaFGIOurAe60KS_BA&ved=0CDEQ9QEwAg">source</a></td></tr>
</tbody></table> I also liked the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brachiosaurus">Brachiosaurus</a>, but it never came close to my Diplodocus. The Brac's a bit different in that it has a sort of bump on its head.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Brachiosaurus- see the bump on its head?<br />
<a href="http://www.google.com.my/imglanding?q=brachiosaurus&hl=en&sa=X&rlz=1C1RNCN_enMY325MY337&tbm=isch&prmd=ivns&tbnid=epm5UpWMg0DUBM:&imgrefurl=http://thejulz9382.glogster.com/&imgurl=http://www.glogster.com/media/2/10/95/23/10952381.jpg&w=408&h=477&ei=5TvFTYWGB8jrrQe72vXsBA&zoom=1&iact=hc&page=1&tbnh=119&tbnw=105&start=0&ved=1t:429,r:1,s:0&biw=1280&bih=666">source</a></td></tr>
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I think I'll make a special post to commerate my favourite dinosaurs of all time (which includes the Nessie. How could anyone forget the Nessie??) However, in this particular entry I just want to remember Dad. Good old Dad, who loves good old mysteries. After all, nobody <i>really</i> knows whether dinosaurs really existed, and in fact some people don't even believe in them. I do though. Nothing's impossible.<br />
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Apart from dinosaurs, Dad also likes sea monsters. Recently he came across this newspaper clipping about a sighting in Kalimantan. Apparently some locals spotted a dragon or something in the river (or lake, I don't remember which). Here's some pictures:<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS-AX4M8b_wrh8Xiv6eQDBXpyCSAPLiSBriL0CsOkUM6KI9BtPVxif-ikDfXj2DD-QrREhKUN7aLv6uVC-uMJEdpL_nnYmK1yc2jLEE3T69ox-1ss1-0mCb8MRv1jL4nqY2qbeLHKOVyA/s1600/naga1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS-AX4M8b_wrh8Xiv6eQDBXpyCSAPLiSBriL0CsOkUM6KI9BtPVxif-ikDfXj2DD-QrREhKUN7aLv6uVC-uMJEdpL_nnYmK1yc2jLEE3T69ox-1ss1-0mCb8MRv1jL4nqY2qbeLHKOVyA/s1600/naga1.jpg" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It could be a giant snake I guess...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This one looks pretty real...</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW3s2JSebaHqE3S9cDAbGOwIAKSilICu_8rsX-5wTzWjLD9YF5sJzG1SHCwDL-LoNqlUpf-kH0iJg88kdckQ4nx7BrkP4jJ7M_zBcL5rA_maacq9yRN9Bsf1ZWRdh-zkTJwrH5hYuDN78/s1600/naga3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW3s2JSebaHqE3S9cDAbGOwIAKSilICu_8rsX-5wTzWjLD9YF5sJzG1SHCwDL-LoNqlUpf-kH0iJg88kdckQ4nx7BrkP4jJ7M_zBcL5rA_maacq9yRN9Bsf1ZWRdh-zkTJwrH5hYuDN78/s320/naga3.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm a bit doubtful about this one- but the picture quality is probably a bit poor</td></tr>
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Dad was pretty excited about it, so I searched for videos and news on the internet but didn't come up with much. I must have looked <i>too</i> patient while doing it, because he looked at me and smiled, saying, "Look KakNgah. Humouring her Dad."<br />
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Thinking about it, maybe I haven't thought much about sea monsters, aliens and dinosaurs in recent years. I've been too caught up in the real world that I've forgotten all these things that have brought delight and pleasure to me. Most importantly, maybe I've forgotten how much influence Dad had on me when I was small. It was through his love of dinosaurs, sea monsters, aliens and stuff which helped to make us interested in learning English. We watched A LOT of movies and cartoons on these stuff, as well as reading a lot of books on them too. I would say that I learned English while having fun. Definitely.<br />
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I wonder what KakYong and KakCik thinks about this, haha. I think I was always the one yang excited lebih bab2 dinosaur masa kecik2 dulu. Abang and Adik pun suka. Ummi- well Ummi always just goes with the flow. I'm glad we have pretty cool parents. Really! They're cool.<br />
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Oh, how I miss home!<br />
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( I still keep this postcard that Dad sent me of a replica of the Nessie when he was in Scotland. One of my biggest regrets- that I didn't get to go to Loch Ness when we were there. Boo-hoo!!)Sumaiyyahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00350156046641699550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043898819646785925.post-37623136801458613982011-05-07T09:44:00.001+08:002011-05-07T09:45:51.876+08:00Happy Mother's Day!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"> Found this cute comic strip when I searched for a Happy Mother's Day image on Google:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.google.com.my/imglanding?q=Happy+Mother's+Day&hl=en&gbv=2&tbm=isch&tbnid=4NZ97w4DpCc2HM:&imgrefurl=http://dailycontributor.com/happy-mothers-day-2009/4831/&imgurl=http://dailycontributor.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/happy-mothers-day-2009.jpg&w=585&h=579&ei=4qLETembLMPsrQfwh8HuBA&zoom=1&iact=hc&page=1&tbnh=131&tbnw=132&start=0&ved=1t:429,r:5,s:0&biw=1280&bih=709"><img border="0" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBAmNIZ6uLaIcwuCQvDCKWRIrMLKUlXeh8ZKUlc2KXaiJyaZ9Qk8cyiJSmXdLLqNlEeqbx2K0IJgwNA3Nl2657XHl1KUtyKvUd4uLqxR2kq0AIdDqrO8h5bcDP3hPrI1b0wrf_wnSAwlE/s320/happy-mothers-day-2009.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
Though KakYong, KakNgah and KakCik have never been good at expressing our love through words (No such thing as "I Love You" after speaking on the phone to Ummi!), we love Momsie with all our hearts. We thank Allah for the wonderful being that He sent to give birth and take care of us. May Allah bless and shower her with all His love and care in return. Ameen.<br />
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Happy Mother's Day to all mothers and mothers-to-be all over the world! (When can I say this to you, KakYong? Haha)<br />
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- KakNgahSumaiyyahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00350156046641699550noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043898819646785925.post-7524798359324405192011-05-04T23:58:00.005+08:002011-05-06T00:22:14.659+08:00All I Ever Do is Wait... well, maybe that's not entirely true... KakNgah writes.<br />
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KakNgah is waiting. And still waiting.<br />
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It seems that all my life there has always been a period of waiting for something.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Waiting is not easy... but you still endure it for the sake of that anticipated moment<br />
<a href="http://www.google.com.my/imglanding?q=waiting&hl=en&biw=1280&bih=709&gbv=2&tbm=isch&tbnid=FcHSGHZH9gZGmM:&imgrefurl=http://www.flickr.com/photos/starrhinight/3091353176/&imgurl=http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3166/3091353176_c3d751fa2b.jpg&w=500&h=333&ei=2XbBTbLpJ4WyrAe6v7DdAw&zoom=1">source</a></td></tr>
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I never really noticed it much during the early parts of my childhood and teenage years, but I began to do so after I completed <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sijil_Pelajaran_Malaysia">SPM</a>. First, there was the long wait for the results to come out. Then, when they finally did, there came the excitement of filling up application forms, deciding on which university to apply for and what courses and so on.<br />
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Having decided that I wanted to become an English teacher... well, or at least at the time, wanting to take a course that had something to do with English,I put TESL as my first choice in the UPU form as well as the JPA/MARA form. Having done <i>that</i>, we sent the forms off and waited.<br />
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Finally, the call for interviews came. I prepared for them and waited. Then the time for the interviews came. I went, performed(?) and went home. And waited. Then the results came out. I got accepted to Maktab Perguruan Perempuan Melayu. Yay!(?) We made preparations and waited. Registration day arrived and I went and registered.<br />
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Finally, finally, finally, after what seemed like a series of endless periods of waiting, I started at college. Little did I know that the first day at <i>maktab</i> was just the start of another series of waits. All through 6 years, I waited for events to pass. I waited for exam days to arrive. I waited for results. (These two are the recurrinf episodes throughout my 6 years of training). Prepare. Wait. Passed it, fuhh! prepare. Wait. Passed it again. And so on and so forth.<br />
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Now, after 6 years it has finally come to an end. Today, I waited for 5.00 p.m. to come. I waited for the moment when I could log in to IIUM's student portal and check my results for practicum as well as my cgpa. Well, I'm still waiting. They're not out yet. Grrr.<br />
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At the same time, just like what I wrote about in an entry <a href="http://teachermayah.blogspot.com/2011/04/long-wait-before-being-posted-to-who.html">my other blog</a>, I am also waiting for August, during which (hopefully!) i will know where I'll be sent to to teach. Yee-haa! yeah. It's May now. There are 25 days left in May. There are 30 days in June. 31 in July. I don't know the exact day for posting results. It could be the end of August.<br />
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Yet after all these time, I am beginning to realise that as horribly nerve-wrecking waiting for something can be, the moment it arrives- whether it's a good thing or a horrible one, you experience something else that makes up for those dreadfully long periods that you spent wondering. If it's a good thing that you waited for, and it arrived, you feel truly blessed and happy. If what you hoped for did not work out, you just begin another period of waiting. If it's something bad that you waited for, and it came to pass, you'd breathe a sigh of relief because it <i>did</i> come to pass and you no longer have to wait for it.<br />
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As I grow older, I realise that the end of these 6 years is just a mark for the beginning of something else. I have grown, definitely older, perhaps a little wiser. I realise that there are many more things to wait for, and as wearisome as waiting for things to arrive and happen can be, I hope I can endure it as well as I can. After all, when the Day Of Judgement comes, we'll all have to wait to be judged, so what is a little wait in the <i>dunya</i> compared to the long wait in the <i>akhirah</i>?<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwdMXjm6Bc_MMPE1W8Tv21Xdhd55Syce6CzKDF0iRfNJyiTrjaHRXAxX851-0fc32_yr7pFO1zWbgWFf8-E-AedUMe4kORi5CdACuqtkbkBEUpUPnPPHbqEPRsW_3A-qoP5LheXQDCZac/s1600/the+end.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="322" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwdMXjm6Bc_MMPE1W8Tv21Xdhd55Syce6CzKDF0iRfNJyiTrjaHRXAxX851-0fc32_yr7pFO1zWbgWFf8-E-AedUMe4kORi5CdACuqtkbkBEUpUPnPPHbqEPRsW_3A-qoP5LheXQDCZac/s400/the+end.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Is this the end?<br />
<a href="http://www.google.com.my/imglanding?q=is+this+the+end%3F&hl=en&biw=1280&bih=709&gbv=2&tbm=isch&tbnid=ebJuVWe-FidnfM:&imgrefurl=http://www.tlc-systems.com/artzen2-0115.htm&imgurl=http://www.tlc-systems.com/d8801768_lzn.jpg&w=800&h=646&ei=v3fBTae6K8nYrQf-j6nhAw&zoom=1">source</a></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Sumaiyyahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00350156046641699550noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043898819646785925.post-78724410471792413752011-05-04T12:41:00.001+08:002011-05-05T00:37:13.692+08:00Away From Home Being away from home has never been easy. I realise that as I grow older, it gets harder to leave every time. As I grow older, home becomes more precious. I look at it as a place where I can be safe. At home, it is easier to forget the temptations of the world and remember the true purpose of life. They say home is best. In the dunya, that is very true.Sumaiyyahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00350156046641699550noreply@blogger.com0