Friday, August 29, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
Ahlan wasahlan ya Ramadhan..
Exam's coming up...
so this'll be a super short entry.
Just some thing for all of us to ponder...
Pray for me please, dear friends... have my exam coming up this monday
so this'll be a super short entry.
Ramadhan is coming...
Are we ready to face it?
The greatest month of tarbiyah.
Have we been prepared for it?
Will we try our best to get the fullest out of the blessed month?
Are we ready to face it?
The greatest month of tarbiyah.
Have we been prepared for it?
Will we try our best to get the fullest out of the blessed month?
Just some thing for all of us to ponder...
Pray for me please, dear friends... have my exam coming up this monday
Sunday, August 17, 2008
A Day When Everything Went Wrong
posted by: daemeen ( daemeen.blogspot.com)
I woke up with a pain on my neck and a sore on my back. I could hardly turn my neck and move my aching body. I strained to look at my P990i Sony Ericson cell phone on the table. It was already 6.50 am, Oh ALLAH!! I must have overslept. “It looks like today is not my day” I murmured.
As fast as lightning, I ran downstairs to the toilet but only to find it occupied. I could hear my siblings reciting Al-Quran; This meant they had already finished performing Subuh prayer. “I’m very late” I said. Impatiently, I waited for another 5 minutes before my youngest brother appeared. I dashed into the bathroom to do whatever was needed. My Goodness, the water was freezing cold! Those who had their shower before me must have over-used the water heater, making me wait for another 5 minutes in order to use it. “I can’t wait! I’m late!” So I had no choice but to have a quick cold bath.
After washing up I felt more alive. I returned to my room and got dressed for school. It seemed such a long time to get dressed when I had to hurry. I performed Solah and rushed downstairs to the kitchen to grab something to eat.
I was terror-stricken for a minute to see what was left on the table. My watery mouth dried out as there was nothing but cold coffee and bread crumbs left. My greedy brothers had eaten everything. My mother told me that it served me right for getting up late. I sighed deeply and ran out of the house. I mounted on my bicycle and moved 5 meters before I realized that I left my school bag. I dismounted and hurried upstairs to get it. I moved another 5 meters after remounting the bicycle before I realized I had a flat tyre.
It was so infuriating. It was a total screw up. I wanted to scream to death. My neck hurt, my back felt sore, I took a cold shower, had no breakfast and then my tyre was flat. But I calmed myself; I got down, and pushed the bicycle to a shop 500 meters away.
When I reached the shop, I was astonished to see that it was closed. What was I thinking? It was seven thirty. I was so late for school but was too early for the shop to open. So I left the bicycle in front of the shop, praying that they would know that it was my bicycle.
I walked to the bus stand a stone’s throw from there and waited. I tried to recite some versus from the Al-Quran as I forgot to do it this morning. The bus came at eight. I was really late for school.
When I finally arrived at school, classes were in full session. In fact even the first period was over. The headmaster caught me for coming late and gave me an unbearable scolding, but I was in no mood to argue. I just wanted to go to class.
I entered class when the additional mathematics teacher was there. I received another scolding for being late. Five minutes later I received yet another, for forgetting to bring my scientific calculator. How might it be possible to take an additional mathematics test when I had no calculator in hand?! I was neither Einstein nor Ibnu Sina. I couldn’t do this on my own – I mean without using a calculator. So I spent the whole period trying to hide my tears.
The rest of the day was a big mess. I couldn’t concentrate. I felt that I sort of went through each and every period of class half aware of the otehrs. My eyes were on the teacher but I didn’t know which planet I was on. When the bell rang, automatically my thoughts returned conscious again. Only one thing I remembered, home sweet home.
I was so glad to be back home walking. All my money for that day went into my stomach. So I had no money to buy for the bus fee. I thought everything would end up happily ever after but I was wrong. It hadn’t ended yet.
After lunch I wanted to take a nap but I couldn’t shut my eyes. My neck was killing me. So I tossed and turned, I thought that it would make me better but the pain grew even worse. Finally I gave up and went to the garden to relax.
Evening past and but I didn’t even bother to go and play. I just wanted to have dinner and go to bed.
Isya’ came and we – my siblings and me prayed together. After what seemed to be a long wait, my sister told me dinner was ready. I had a quick dinner as I lost my appetite. After dinner, I rested a while, had a shower and went to bed.
Hours past but my eyes didn’t want to close. It was already midnight. The darkness of the night accompanied me. Only dimmed light from the table lamp could be seen. Suddenly, I felt something strange inside me. There was a physical change in my body. My heart was pumping hard. Then my eyes were brimming with tears and it went streaming through my cheeks.
“Today I’ve become a spoilt brat. I forgot about my CREATOR. HE has done everything to me for a good reason. Every hardship I’ve been through today is simply to teach me.” ALLAH didn’t promise that this life would be easy, but HE promises to go with you in every step of your life. You should go anywhere with HIM by your side. “Today is all about teaching me the true meaning of life I’ll face when the time comes. But I failed!! I failed to train myself as a humble servant!! I failed to follow HIS decree!! I failed in every test He gave me today.” “This is nothing compared to what my Palestinian brothers are facing. I am a failure!! Useless!! Our prophet has said that “By remembering ALLAH, our hearts will remain calm.” I didn’t feel calm because I didn’t remember Allah purposely!!” “ I did not attempt hard enough to remember Allah today, I did nothing!!”
I jumped out of bed, took my ablution, and I pleaded for ALLAH’s forgiveness. The pain in my neck was suddenly gone. It suddenly disappeared into the thin air. Nothing is more important than the blessings from AR-RAHIM.
I woke up at 5 o’clock in the morning; I realized that I slept during the last prostration last night. My heart was glimmering with happiness. I have never felt this way before. Glory is to ALLAH. He has given me Skeena and He embraced me. Yesterday has been a hard day when everything went wrong but ALLAH has taught me that it is a day full of Skeena.
I woke up with a pain on my neck and a sore on my back. I could hardly turn my neck and move my aching body. I strained to look at my P990i Sony Ericson cell phone on the table. It was already 6.50 am, Oh ALLAH!! I must have overslept. “It looks like today is not my day” I murmured.
As fast as lightning, I ran downstairs to the toilet but only to find it occupied. I could hear my siblings reciting Al-Quran; This meant they had already finished performing Subuh prayer. “I’m very late” I said. Impatiently, I waited for another 5 minutes before my youngest brother appeared. I dashed into the bathroom to do whatever was needed. My Goodness, the water was freezing cold! Those who had their shower before me must have over-used the water heater, making me wait for another 5 minutes in order to use it. “I can’t wait! I’m late!” So I had no choice but to have a quick cold bath.
After washing up I felt more alive. I returned to my room and got dressed for school. It seemed such a long time to get dressed when I had to hurry. I performed Solah and rushed downstairs to the kitchen to grab something to eat.
I was terror-stricken for a minute to see what was left on the table. My watery mouth dried out as there was nothing but cold coffee and bread crumbs left. My greedy brothers had eaten everything. My mother told me that it served me right for getting up late. I sighed deeply and ran out of the house. I mounted on my bicycle and moved 5 meters before I realized that I left my school bag. I dismounted and hurried upstairs to get it. I moved another 5 meters after remounting the bicycle before I realized I had a flat tyre.
It was so infuriating. It was a total screw up. I wanted to scream to death. My neck hurt, my back felt sore, I took a cold shower, had no breakfast and then my tyre was flat. But I calmed myself; I got down, and pushed the bicycle to a shop 500 meters away.
When I reached the shop, I was astonished to see that it was closed. What was I thinking? It was seven thirty. I was so late for school but was too early for the shop to open. So I left the bicycle in front of the shop, praying that they would know that it was my bicycle.
I walked to the bus stand a stone’s throw from there and waited. I tried to recite some versus from the Al-Quran as I forgot to do it this morning. The bus came at eight. I was really late for school.
When I finally arrived at school, classes were in full session. In fact even the first period was over. The headmaster caught me for coming late and gave me an unbearable scolding, but I was in no mood to argue. I just wanted to go to class.
I entered class when the additional mathematics teacher was there. I received another scolding for being late. Five minutes later I received yet another, for forgetting to bring my scientific calculator. How might it be possible to take an additional mathematics test when I had no calculator in hand?! I was neither Einstein nor Ibnu Sina. I couldn’t do this on my own – I mean without using a calculator. So I spent the whole period trying to hide my tears.
The rest of the day was a big mess. I couldn’t concentrate. I felt that I sort of went through each and every period of class half aware of the otehrs. My eyes were on the teacher but I didn’t know which planet I was on. When the bell rang, automatically my thoughts returned conscious again. Only one thing I remembered, home sweet home.
I was so glad to be back home walking. All my money for that day went into my stomach. So I had no money to buy for the bus fee. I thought everything would end up happily ever after but I was wrong. It hadn’t ended yet.
After lunch I wanted to take a nap but I couldn’t shut my eyes. My neck was killing me. So I tossed and turned, I thought that it would make me better but the pain grew even worse. Finally I gave up and went to the garden to relax.
Evening past and but I didn’t even bother to go and play. I just wanted to have dinner and go to bed.
Isya’ came and we – my siblings and me prayed together. After what seemed to be a long wait, my sister told me dinner was ready. I had a quick dinner as I lost my appetite. After dinner, I rested a while, had a shower and went to bed.
Hours past but my eyes didn’t want to close. It was already midnight. The darkness of the night accompanied me. Only dimmed light from the table lamp could be seen. Suddenly, I felt something strange inside me. There was a physical change in my body. My heart was pumping hard. Then my eyes were brimming with tears and it went streaming through my cheeks.
“Today I’ve become a spoilt brat. I forgot about my CREATOR. HE has done everything to me for a good reason. Every hardship I’ve been through today is simply to teach me.” ALLAH didn’t promise that this life would be easy, but HE promises to go with you in every step of your life. You should go anywhere with HIM by your side. “Today is all about teaching me the true meaning of life I’ll face when the time comes. But I failed!! I failed to train myself as a humble servant!! I failed to follow HIS decree!! I failed in every test He gave me today.” “This is nothing compared to what my Palestinian brothers are facing. I am a failure!! Useless!! Our prophet has said that “By remembering ALLAH, our hearts will remain calm.” I didn’t feel calm because I didn’t remember Allah purposely!!” “ I did not attempt hard enough to remember Allah today, I did nothing!!”
I jumped out of bed, took my ablution, and I pleaded for ALLAH’s forgiveness. The pain in my neck was suddenly gone. It suddenly disappeared into the thin air. Nothing is more important than the blessings from AR-RAHIM.
I woke up at 5 o’clock in the morning; I realized that I slept during the last prostration last night. My heart was glimmering with happiness. I have never felt this way before. Glory is to ALLAH. He has given me Skeena and He embraced me. Yesterday has been a hard day when everything went wrong but ALLAH has taught me that it is a day full of Skeena.
Friday, August 8, 2008
Human Rights!!
Salam'alaikum again to the readers...
After a very inactive week of not writing anything (as in, really my own masterpiece) I'm finally able to steal away a few moments to write in here. Somehow or other, Allah really had wanted to test my time management skills this week. Packed with quizzes, assignments, and many other commitments.
Well.. regarding the topic above.. Why 'Human Rights'? Perhaps that question was on your mind the first time browsing thru the topic. No, it is not about a debate matter. Nor is it a discussion on political democracy or what nots. No... neither is it on children's rights. I wish i can talk on those.. but not for now, perhaps later... And btw... this is a warning: DO NOT READ THIS POST IF YOU'RE NOT IN THE MOOD TO HEAR PEOPLE GRUMBLING
I'm currently in a harried mode. At least, perhaps the word 'frustrated' or 'bothered' can also be used. Yeah, mad that my rights as a consumer and well... a student is being somewhat 'threatened'. Um.. no, perhaps those aren't quite the right terms... but to put it simply, I'm currently being forced to do something that I do not want to. To pay for an activity which involves my course seniors and lecturers.
No, i'm not really bothered about the activity that are going to be held. But I believe that you're not supposed to be forced to do some things which you do not need to do, nor is it supposed to be made compulsory if it is not part and parcel of your course's requirements. Sure, the objective of the activity is to strengthen the bond and all... yet, isn't all the dinners, clinical and lecture time enough? And on top of that, my course is super small, with only 45 of us second years, and around 15++ lecturers. So... couldn't you just get close to the lecturers on campus?
Furthermore... i really cannot come.. as the time clashes with other stuff that is far more important which I must attend. Yet i'm still forced to pay. Where is my rights to have my say? Apparently, the money doesn't belong to me, sure. It is Allah's. And I think I am able to find better things to do with them, insyaAllah, rather than sparing them for an activity which I think does not have any effect on my overall self improvement, and which may even make me 'lagha'.
Yeah... I believe there is something down there, regarding human rights, that we are not to be forced to do what we don't want to do. Perhaps we can add a bit more... as long as we're doing things which goes in accordance to what ALlah allows. And no, I'm not going to pay for the activity. So... sorry to all those who is handling the programme.
You might think it is too much to make such a big fuss about just a few ringgit. Yeah, perhaps it is. Yet, I believe that I have already been forced to pay too much already, for things which I do not even take part in. And also for the many clothes which I do not wear. Because they simply say: These are 'wajib' for such and such activity. I have had enough of people forcing me. Perhaps it is just time to say.. enough IS enough.
**Now I suddenly wonder... how come some people con so very sweetly say, this and that is wajib, yet... what really IS wajib they did not do? The stuff that Allah had already stated clearly in the Quran, those are worth more that any rights available. And I'm not opposing that one..
(sorry for the angry post.... None tarbawi in there.. just want to vent out, somehow.. I'll try to post something nice next time)
After a very inactive week of not writing anything (as in, really my own masterpiece) I'm finally able to steal away a few moments to write in here. Somehow or other, Allah really had wanted to test my time management skills this week. Packed with quizzes, assignments, and many other commitments.
Well.. regarding the topic above.. Why 'Human Rights'? Perhaps that question was on your mind the first time browsing thru the topic. No, it is not about a debate matter. Nor is it a discussion on political democracy or what nots. No... neither is it on children's rights. I wish i can talk on those.. but not for now, perhaps later... And btw... this is a warning: DO NOT READ THIS POST IF YOU'RE NOT IN THE MOOD TO HEAR PEOPLE GRUMBLING*for perhaps I am kind of doing that...sorry...*
I'm currently in a harried mode. At least, perhaps the word 'frustrated' or 'bothered' can also be used. Yeah, mad that my rights as a consumer and well... a student is being somewhat 'threatened'. Um.. no, perhaps those aren't quite the right terms... but to put it simply, I'm currently being forced to do something that I do not want to. To pay for an activity which involves my course seniors and lecturers.
No, i'm not really bothered about the activity that are going to be held. But I believe that you're not supposed to be forced to do some things which you do not need to do, nor is it supposed to be made compulsory if it is not part and parcel of your course's requirements. Sure, the objective of the activity is to strengthen the bond and all... yet, isn't all the dinners, clinical and lecture time enough? And on top of that, my course is super small, with only 45 of us second years, and around 15++ lecturers. So... couldn't you just get close to the lecturers on campus?
Furthermore... i really cannot come.. as the time clashes with other stuff that is far more important which I must attend. Yet i'm still forced to pay. Where is my rights to have my say? Apparently, the money doesn't belong to me, sure. It is Allah's. And I think I am able to find better things to do with them, insyaAllah, rather than sparing them for an activity which I think does not have any effect on my overall self improvement, and which may even make me 'lagha'.
Yeah... I believe there is something down there, regarding human rights, that we are not to be forced to do what we don't want to do. Perhaps we can add a bit more... as long as we're doing things which goes in accordance to what ALlah allows. And no, I'm not going to pay for the activity. So... sorry to all those who is handling the programme.
You might think it is too much to make such a big fuss about just a few ringgit. Yeah, perhaps it is. Yet, I believe that I have already been forced to pay too much already, for things which I do not even take part in. And also for the many clothes which I do not wear. Because they simply say: These are 'wajib' for such and such activity. I have had enough of people forcing me. Perhaps it is just time to say.. enough IS enough.
**Now I suddenly wonder... how come some people con so very sweetly say, this and that is wajib, yet... what really IS wajib they did not do? The stuff that Allah had already stated clearly in the Quran, those are worth more that any rights available. And I'm not opposing that one..
(sorry for the angry post.... None tarbawi in there.. just want to vent out, somehow.. I'll try to post something nice next time)
Monday, August 4, 2008
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