A LONG DISTANCE FRIENDSHIP

assalamualaikum :)

well , actually i have only an hour to write this post.

due to the time constraint i'm having now,

i'll skip the introduction part. 

because i'm pretty sure that it will consume 3/4 of the precious hour. 

A LONG DISTANCE FRIENDSHIP.

i decided to write about this since a junior of mine keeps on updating his FB status talking about friendship and stuff. 

so i would like to dedicate this to THAT particular person and some other best buddies that used to wipe my tears and lend me their warm shoulders.

when i was in high school,

the term 'friendship' taught me a lot.

a series of chapters in every single semester,

i learnt it the hard way. 

the ups and downs,

the difficulties i kept on having,

my best buddies never fail in cheering me up.

(and help me solve the problems off course)

the bonds became stronger and stronger,

until when the time came.

THE FAREWELL PARTY

we vowed to each other that we'll be siblings forever.

but the distance kept on bothering me.

it was and still is hard to keep in touch.

everybody seems busy with their own studies.

i myself have things to take care of.

the shoulders that were always there when we were in need, disappeared.

like almost totally.

misunderstandings engulfed easily.

ANOTHER CHAPTER OF FRIENDSHIP i can say.

i realized one thing. or maybe two.

distance is the best tool to determine the strength of the bonds created between us.

HOWEVER

the methods to determine the strength will always be different.

and i found MY METHOD is way different from theirs.

UNDERSTANDING will neutralize the difference, i believe.

no text message doesn't mean that i forget them

to me,

being in a long distance friendships is the coolest way to keep the bonds strong.

1. I will start to miss them so badly.

(and it feels great to miss someone precious)

2. no more warm shoulders to lean on.

(it makes me stronger and helps me stand on my own feet. and it makes me happy when i think of the crying shoulders that are waiting for me to lean on.)

3. i'll always turn to my best buddies when it comes to important events.

(because special stories are only for special people, right?)

 4. etc.

(sorry,i'm running out of time!)

so,

i would like to say THANK YOU for being my best friends to those people who were and still are always there for me.

you know who you are.

and to my always-mushy?-BEE-buddy,

LET'S KEEP THE BOND STRONG !

p/s: sorry for not mentioning names.

i guess you know where you stand.

57 seconds left. 

AWESOME! :D

okay back to my MPW notes now. bye :)

"MOTHER, SHOW ME HOW."

whoa! spiderwebs are everywhere ! 

salam'alaik.

long time no write! i guess I've even lost my typing skill. 

but whatever. 

now let me begin the story. 

(i think i forgot how to start an essay.introduction will always be my flaw.deal with it.)

well, this evening, i came across this one scenario. 

i was in the car in front of my uncle's house .

and my dad was leaning against the car door,

watching some kids flying a kite.

suddenly, the kite went round and round and dropped to the ground. the kids were upset.

and my father was dumbfounded.

and the dialogue goes;

dad : what happened?

kid : the string is too short. we tied it to a blade of grass and the string was detached from it.

dad laughed hysterically.

ikat tali layang layang kat rumput? nice one, kids.

done with the kite,

the kids ran up a tree and continue playing. 

my dad approached em and asked some friendly questions. 

i watched silently from afar. 

after having several lines of conversation with the kids

(and i saw some laughter too), 

my dad came to me and said ;

"i interviewed one of the kids. and this is what i get. 

the kid get the last number in his class which is the last ranked class in the school. 

and his parents go to work from 8 am to 8 pm on every single day".

my dad almost weep i can see.

sympathetic. 

but i simply replied : "adopt them". 

with a broad smile on my face.

as if it is that easy.

my dad continue watching.

and the gears in my head started moving.

...

well, i heard this statement quite frequently.

"what's the purpose of struggling in studies if we know that at the end of the day, we will end up in the kitchen making meals for the family?"

and to be honest,

i was kinda influenced by the statement though.

when i feel tired of studying,

tired of struggling in understanding the lectures,

tired of having the pressure when the exams are around the corner,
i will find the statement crawling before me in my head.

i will find myself agreeing to a notion like this :

Islam taught us to be loyal to the family and serve the husband every single second in life. and it supports the statement that women will eventually end up doing all the house chores when they get married.

what an excuse.

getting back to the scenario i was having this evening,

i came to realize that :

1. getting a good education is something that requires you to be lucky.

2. and parents are responsible in deciding their children's luck. 

3. not to forget, the statement in red should be rephrased.

after having a round of debate going on in my head,

i finally drew these conclusions ;

it will be fruitless if i blame the parents who didn't perform well in their academics. so i decided to put the responsibilities on my generation instead. 

so here it goes.

dear friends,

here's an advice for you
(for myself as well).

GET A GOOD EDUCATION AND REACH AS HIGH AS YOU CAN.

because we need more intelligent people in the future in order to educate and change the fate of our next generations.

make sure that we don't have the chance to blame the poverty that we might be having in the future.

because we never know how HE arranges our fortunes later,

but we can be certain on giving a good education to our children with the hardly-earned knowledge that we have now. 

and for the ladies out there, 

stop thinking that your education will just be a waste when you get married.

yes you might end up in the kitchen with the frying pan in your right hand and your 2 year old son in the left arm, but you can decide whether to pass your intelligence and knowledge to your children or just throw it into the garbage bin outside your house. 

be smart.

and be an awesome mother.

:D

IHDINASSIROTALMUSTAQIM

Salam’alaik

Wahh ! dah lama tak menaip dan membebel dalam blog ni !

Sorry for not updating this blog for quite a long time. 

I’ve been busy and juggling around with so many things. 

Studies, clubs, etc.

Now I have one important thing to share. 

Some may have known while some may have not.

IHDINASSIROTALMUSTAQIM

KEEP US ON THE RIGHT PATH.

(Al-Fatihah,5)

That sentence that we keep on revising in our prayers,

 can be defined or related to many different things in life.

Or the hereafter.

Let’s look back into our prophets’ history written in the holy Quran.

“and when your Lord said to the angels, I am going to place in the Earth a khalif, they said : what ! wilt Thou place in it such as shall make mischief in it and shed blood, and we celebrate Thy praise and extol Thy holiness? He said : Surely I know what you don’t know.”

(Al-Baqarah,30)

So from this verse, 

or u can find some other verses which are saying the same thing, we acknowledged that our Father, Adam pbuh was created solely and purposely to be a caliph on this Earth. But why did Allah put him in the Heaven instead of letting him roaming around on the Earth ? didn't He created Adam to live on the Earth? 

U must be wondering hard now. 

Well, if u don’t, I did, once.

So the next verse showed how Adam and Eve ended up living on the Earth.

“and We said : O Adam ! dwell you and your wife in the garden and eat from it a plenteous (food)  you wish and do not approach this tree, for then you will be of the unjust.”

(Albaqarah , 35)

“but the Shaitan made them both fall from it, and caused them to depart from that (state) in which they were ; and We said : Get forth , some of you being the enemies to others, and there is for you in the Earth an abode and a provision for a time.”

(Albaqarah, 36)

some of us might have said : 

"if Adam didn't eat the fruit from that tree, all of us might be enjoying our life in the Heaven."

some of us put the blame on Adam and Eve.

we forgot that HE is the one who let Adam and Eve fall from the Heaven. 

the Shaitan was only helping(kinda). 

to let Adam and Eve serve their purpose of living on the Earth. 

from the verses above, we can see that Allah had planned everything for us. 

the name given is 'fate'. 

He created Adam (to be a caliph on the Earth), 

but he put Adam in His heaven. 

so to fulfill His intention of creating Adam, He allowed that incident to happen and eventually let Adam live on the Earth. 

to serve his living purpose. 

that is how fate works.

He planned. 

and He'll allow anything best to happen in order to get his plan done. 

same goes to us.

He planned , we planned too.

but He will always find ways to make his planning works. 

and that is when our prayer effects his planning. 

we ask for the best, He will give what's best for us. 

and to reach our destination, 

we need that RIGHT PATH mentioned above.

siratalmustaqim.

Adam's path wasn't straight.

but he managed to get to his destination. 

with prayers.

and regression.

that's the importance of the sentence we recite everyday.

ihdinassiratalmustaqim.

it's a prayer.

we asked to be kept on the straight path.

to avoid bends and cracks which Adam's had to go through long ago  in order to carry his responsibility as a caliph. 

to avoid from falling.

from going astray. 

so that we can go straight to our destination. 

to the end.

to Jannah , insyaAllah.

(without having to go trough sinful obstacles)

so never despair my dear friends. 

He knows what He's doing.

WIN HIS GAME BY PLAYING FAIR.

BE LAWFUL AND BE OBEDIENT.

FOLLOW INSTRUCTIONS. 

BE STRONG NO MATTER HOW HARD THE GAME TURN OUT TO BE.

KEEP ON ASKING FOR A STRAIGHT PATH. 

AWAY FROM OBSTACLES.

STRIVE UNTIL YOU WIN HIS GAME. 

THE GAME CALLED LIFE

KEMENANGAN YANG AGUNG

wallahualam

Where is the scoreboard ?

salam'alaik :)

The hardest battle is when you are against yourself.

Indeed.

And reality bites.

The devilish one will win.

Most of the time.

How could this happen i wonder.

And the scoreboard !

Where the heaven is the scoreboard ?!

Im thinking , the score board might help us in realising how many times have we got beaten.

How many times we fail and lose in the battle. 

In fighting ourselves.

In fighting our nafs.

I myself lose in the battle.

So i decided that i must win this time.

So , thats all for today. 

wallahualam

p/s: i'm not saying that blogging or blogswandering (am i using it right?) is wrong. 

priority is what matters. 

until then...

I made it! 
Okey bye for real.

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DEATH AWAITS ON THE ELEVENTH HOUR

salam'alaik 

wahh ! long time no type.

i was distracted by this one semi?-malay novel ,

CONTENGAN JALANAN by HLOVATE.

and what were written were all damn true.

to those who haven't read the masterpiece,

you are officially recommended to :)

based on the novel , 

there are so many points worth pondering.

but today, now, at this very moment ,

what i want to highlight here , in this post, 

is the quote that is being repeated in the i-Fend-point-of-view-section over and over.

THE MAN WHO DECIDED TO CHANGE ON THE 12TH HOUR DIES ON THE 11TH.

reading HLOVATE made me believe that surrounding is one of the important factor or should i say , booster,

in helping ourselves changing for the better. 

in seeking the real purpose of life.

in finding His blessing.

in finding Jannah. 

the writer stressed on the fact that;

when we are in a non-muslim country,

when we are in a non-muslim community,

we will appreciate Islam better. 

why ?

because most of the people in my own country 

practice Islam not as a religion, but as a culture. 

they don't practice it because they understand it,

but they practice it because that's what commoners do.

so based on the novel, 

both Fend and K-Square gained their faith,

their truly-defined life,

from Australia and Indonesia respectively. 

"bermusafirlah.

bumi Allah itu luas.

Ilmu-Nya juga luas.

belajarlah dengan bermusafir.

ramai yang terlupa,

alam itu sendiri guru yang hebat dalam mengajarkan ilmu-Nya"

then i decided ;

when i get to America,

i must find and feel what were found and felt by Fend and K-Square.

i must find the exact definition of life.

i must change before the 11th hour.

but,

why later? and why America?

why not now, in Malaysia ?

because the surrounding , the environment in Malaysia is not conducive enough ?

because the community here in Malaysia is not faithful enough ?

because the feeling of being a Muslim in Malaysia is not deep enough ?

teeetttt ! wrong answer , zara !

i realised ; 

i don't have to wait until i get to America to define LIFE. 

we all recite the definition of LIFE five times a day, minimally, in our prayers.

"all our salutations are for Allah, and prayers, and good deeds."

we live for him. we die for him.
just for Him.

don't wait for the community around us to change.

don't wait for the surrounding to change.

DON'T WAIT !

plus, 

THE MAN WHO DECIDED TO CHANGE ON THE 12TH HOUR DIES ON THE 11TH.

i wonder,

do i want to be the unlucky one who change on the 12th hour ?

will i even stay alive on the 10th , or 9th, or even 8th hour ?

points worth pondering,

worthless if just to be think and do nothing.

may HE gives me the strength to change way before the 11th hour.

WAY BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE

amin

SCREW AMERICA

salam,

it's been a while, 

i just had my Calculus and English final exam.

and to be frank, i screwed up.

TAWAKAL :(

okey , back to the main idea of writing this.

i'll cut the story short, btw.

last few days, while i was walking back to my room from Roswell, i met my Malay karate-mate. she was talking to her male friends in front of her block. i said hi to her, and with the sense of courtesy, she introduced me to her friends. i said hi and joined the conversation they were having. 

then, their another male malay friend came and said hi.

he offered a hand shake to each of us.
sense of courtesy

but obviously, i can't shake hands with him, right ?

so i just put my hands together in front of my face and replied his hi in a polite way. 

then he went ;

" oh gosh ! i'm sorry ! i'm from America ! " 

and then, his friend supported him by saying ;

"yea, the culture there is different"

and i said ; " yea , i do understand. don't worry "

i smiled, finished my conversation with my female karate-mate, and i bid them goodnight. 

so , along the way, i'd been thinking about those two highlighted sentence.

"sorry, I'm from America"

well, so what with America ?! 

i don't feel sorry that you are from America.

because i don't blame America.

yet i dont blame you either.

i dont know who to blame.
your parents? your teachers?

okey, screw the blaming thingy.

the main question here is, 
why do we have to put the blame onto others ?
or other countries (in this case)?


remember the lyric in the song, awaken by maher zain?
"yes it's easy to blame everything on the west,
when in fact, all focus should be on our self "

as long as we have a strong faith,
as long as we hold the principles the Prophet had taught us, 
we wont go astray, right ?
because Islam can be practiced anywhere
(even in America!)

we learnt the rights and wrongs ,
the dos' and don'ts'. 

so it's about how we apply the knowledge.

knowing is just not enough. 

and i even wonder , 
who will i be when i further my studies in America? 
(insyaAllah)

will i be like him, the I'm-from-America-guy ? 
or 
will i be even better in finding His blessings ?

seriously, i have no idea. 

LET FATE FAIRS ME BETTER

ameen <3

p/s: sorry for the long post. 
i did cut the story short , i swear !

and btw, let's be optimist on this malay-American guy.
he might be better than you in the future.
let fate fairs him better

wallahualam 

QUESTION MARK ( ? )

salam'alaik ,

while having a shower just now, a question crossed my mind.

how can a person who is new to Islam , or in other word, Mu'allaf, can do da'wah successfully and straight away convert thousands of non-Muslims into Islam ? and indirectly strengthen our ummah population? 

while hundreds of our ulama' (who are Muslims ever since they were born) keep on giving religious talks here and there, but hardly convert non-Muslims into Islam. well, not just that, even our own ummah's faith is not so strong that there are so many misbehavior cases keep on going on around us. 

broken and almost unstoppable. 

for the time being, i don't have the perfect and exact answer.

or maybe the question itself is wrong.

do correct me , will ya ?

so my assumption is ;

the Mu'llafs understand the contents of the Holy Quran , that they can explain it to the others.pop question marks in people'S head. a heart to heart conversation. they think and  they understand it so deep, that no one can shake their faith no matter how hard the questions thrown by the others. they master the core of the holy Quran. and, they feel the existence of Him while going through the verses in the holy book. 

PURE FAITH

(camna nk explain ntah=_=')

tajweed and taranum wont matter much ! 

but those are the things that were being stressed on while i was having my religious classes back then.

i blame the education system. ngaa~

so, people, let's not just read the holy book. 

FEEL it. 

UNDERSTAND it. 

LEARN it. 

and 

PRACTICE it. 

wallahualam.

p/s: i havent finish thinking. i'll edit later. insyaAllah :)

AND P/S: I DONT MEAN TO CRITIC OUR OWN ULAMA'.

AND !, i write this for myself. sebab saya pun 2x5 ja -__-'