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6 Ramadhan. Dah 6 hari ramadhan memacakkan diri.
Setia. Beruntung berkhidmat kepada Allah.
Apa-apa situasi, mesti ada pasangannya. Iaitu, rugi. Manusia yang rugi.

Di kala syaitan diikat, maksiat tetap melekat di hati masing-masing. Kenapa masih?




11 BULAN | 1 BULAN


11 bulan hidup menggunakan internet..tetitba 1 bulan kabel internet sedunia rosak, tak dapat guna intrenet. rasa tidak biasa bukan? Sudah terbiasa.

11 buln hidup ng mak ayah, tetiba 1 bulan mak ayah pergi haji atau out-station...kita rasa tidak biasa kan? sunyi dari pangkuan mereka.

11 bulan kita guna produk terbaru nih, berhasil...puas hati, tetiba 1 bulan kena hentikan pengambilan, tidak biasa juga bukan?

11 bulan dh terbiasa ng maksiat..sukar la nk tinggalkAn..sebab dah ditarbiyyah oleh syaitan-syaitan yang rehat cuma sebulan. Ramadhan.


ENGKAU | RUGI


Syahdu. Tidak tahu ekspressi perasaan. Barangkali syahdu yang bodoh.
Manakan tidak, mereka menangis sedih kerana memahami ayat-ayat quran di merdukan imam.
Tapi aku, sedih tidak dapat memahami apa yang sepatutnya difahami.
I called this, hard feeling.
Sepanjang 11 rakaat, aku...tidak faham diri sendiri.
Sepanjang 22 kali al-fatihah (terawih)...entah berapa kali cuma menghayati.
Astagfirullahal azim.


Ada manusia yang berkira, melihat jam.

"Solat terawih kat sana cepat"

"9.20 dah habis kot"

"Terawih kat sini lambat, dekat-dekat pukul 10 baru habis"

"Aku ada hal la malam nih"

Usai terawih, meneruskan perjuangan menuntut ilmu. Alhamdulillah, daripada berbuat benda tidak elok.
Cuma, harapnya kita dapat rasakan...masa ini sebenarnya dipinjamkan.
Ibarat, aku meminjamkan engkau motor selama 2 jam. Lebih masa 30 minit, aku bising. Selepas itu, buat pinjaman lagi.
2 jam itu, Allah pinjamkan barangkali 63 tahun, puluhan tahun, belasan, beberapa tahun.
Boleh jadi, jam, minit, dan saat. Tapi Allah sayang kita semua. Tidak pernah benci kita, dan paling penting, pinjaman masa cuma berlaku sekali. Hanya sekali.
Cuma ramai di antara kita yang tidak kenang budi. Apatah lagi diri sendiri.


Ramadhan. Bukan hanya bulan berpuasa, tapi bulan ibadah.
Tahu atau tidak?
Pahala mencurah-curah.
Pahala amalan boleh berganda kepada 70 kali..mungkin lebih.
Mahu lebih tunggukan sahaja malam Lailatul Qard, nah.
Allah Maha Pemurah. Tapi, si penerima buta tuli.
Terawih dijaga, syukur alhamdulillah.
Solat fardu jemaah dibuat lupa, terbiasa, astagfirullah.

Islam, islam, islam.
Apa diri anda islam? bukti?

"Kad pengenalan","Bin atau binti","Agama : Islam"
Dan agak bodoh juga apabila ada orang yang fikir islam itu cuma berdasarkan kad pengenalan.
Tidak sama sekali.
Jika berleter sebanyak mana, jika tidak sedar juga islam itu apa...seolah tiada guna, mungkin rasa terpaksa jika buat. kerana tidak faham.
Carilah, masa yang dipinjam ini harapnya diguna dengan baik.

Jadikan Ramadhan ini, mungkin yang terakhir.
Bukan terakhir persiapan raya, tapi persediaan mati.
Jazakallah khuhoiran. Moga amal diterima.





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Ikhlaskan Hati

"Bagi je la kat orang tu, belakang lain cerita. Yang penting kita ikhlas nak sedekah"


Pernah berkata camtu or something like that?

Ok. itu teori. Praktikalnya anda pernah berhadapan tak? Minggu lepas, aku teruji dgn kata-kata tuh. Semacam sahaja perasaan.
Ak bersolat terawih selalunya di 2 tempat, kolej (11 rakaat tp abis dekat2 kul 10pm) atau masjid MSI (11 jugak tp kul 9.30pm dh abis). Malam tu nk discuss assignment Auto. System Design kul 10.15pm. Deicde ar ke MSI jam 7.40pm utk mengaji kat sana.

Terserempak ng sorang foreginer...


PERBUALAN


"السلام عليكم ورحمة الله وبركاته"
wa'alaikum salam warahmatullah

"how are you? My name is Idris from Nigeria"
Oh..ismi Hisham, Malaysian.

Borak dan borak...sambil2 die offer air teh 'O' limau panas, sorang brader datang bg salam..dan..

"Dik, abg muallaf. Boleh tolong abg x dik? Handset abg rosak baru kena langgar kete kat depan tuh. Boleh tak abg mintak RM20 dr adik nk beli hndset baru? Nk kol nih, emergency"
Erm..abg nk call? Saya boleh pinjamkan, abg kol ar.

"Dik, abg nk beli handset. Penting dik, nk guna utk bnd lain lagi."
Saya nak gi cucuk duit dulu la gitu. (padahal ada duit, boleh je bagi terus!)

"Abg leh bawak adik, abg ada moto"
Eh takpe2..sy pun de moto gak bang. Haa. Pe kata jumpe imam masjid, mungkin leh tolong.

"Dah jumpa dah staff 'Eff', yang zakat tuh. Tapi dia cakap tggu esok pagi."
Aik? gitu ke? kalau emergency gini tak kan camtu.

"Betol dik, dah jumpa dah"
Emm..jom jumpa lagi skali, saya nak pastikan betol ke tak.

Masuk MSI, tak jumpa staff 'Eff'..yg jumpa ustaz 'Wai'..boleh la jumpe je. Ak harap beliau akan bagi la..at least skit. Tapi, jawapan.."tggu sok pagi pjbt zakat bukak'.

"Kan abg dah ckp betol dik"
Ok. gini. Pape abg kol dlu, emergency kan? (padahal dh lama kot borak).

Tuka sim, dia guna..kol selama 41saat. (aku check call duration).

"Ok dik."
Abg solat katne pasni? Solat isyak dulu la kat sini...dia pun angguk.

Dalam masa nk kuar amik wudhu',dia minta lagi.

"Dik, hndset adik tuh leh tak bg kat abang?" (nokia 1110, dr form 3 pakai)
Emm..nih kenangan dr ayah saya nih. Gini la, sy x dpt amaun bnyk tuh. Sy bg RM'__' je.

"Terima kasih dik"

Amik wudhu' kat luar, ak perhatikan dia. kemudian giliran aku lak, time tu dia masuk MSI semula. Ak pun follow, die solat sunat rawatib d blkng ku...ak terserempak ng Bro Fawaz. borak jap ng dia.

Allahu akbar Allahu akbar..iqamah. Ak toleh ke belakang, abg td dh hilang. Lama gak aku cari-cari kelibat abg td. Tak nampak dah. Tiba-tiba hilang.


JADI?


Aku, menceritakan apa yang berlaku..bukannya untuk tuntut pandangan buruk pd mana2 karakter dlm nih, cukuplah pd aku je. Dari awal lagi, aku..entah, ttb rasa kurang yakin ng brader tu. Ak cuma persoalkan...termasuk dri aku sndri...

Kenapa muka dia cuak bila ak ajak brader tuh utk yakinkan ak Ustaz 'Eff' ckp gitu? -mmg ke?-

Kenapa aku jap2 terfikir yg dia nih nk buat benda x elok ng duit tu nnt? - perangai teruk -

Kenapa staff mcm ikut sgt ng birokrasi? -mungkin x bwk wallet pun-

kenapa aku tak ingat sunnah2 ketika kejadian? -sbb asyik fikir x elok ng brader tuh-


Tetapi, alhamdulillah. Allah, Allah sentiasa mendengar rintihan hambaNya.
Minggu ini, aku terserempak lagi dengan abg nih. Kami, bersalaman dan bertanyakan hal masing-masing. Syukur, dengan pertemuan ini..perasaan kembali normal. Permudahkan urusan kami Ya Allah.

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The Stupid Glass Slipper


I think I am going to make a few enemies right now when I say that Disney is not my favorite place to find “halaified” entertainment. I have, over the years, grown utterly disgusted by all of the female roles that lead to a love affair turned marriage and the whole happily ever after thing.

My daughter, for example, who just turned seven keeps on asking me why I won’t show her the same cartoons “everyone at school gets to watch.” She was particularly interested in Cinderella. Aside from the pretty blue dress, she really wanted to know what the big deal was all about. She shyly admitted to me that she found a Cinderella book at her Islamic school (produced with Disney images of course) and she looked through the book, seeing the kiss scene and all.

With a sigh, realizing that this was coming sooner than expected, I decided to tell her what happened and why I don’t like this story.

My conversation went something like this:

“Mama, just tell me what the story is about. Why don’t you like it!”

“Alright, here is what happens. A girl named Cinderella gets all dressed up and goes to a dance. She wears this pretty blue dress, and meets a man and dances with him…”

“Oh, that’s not ok. She wasn’t in hijab, and she danced. Is dancing even ok mama? “

“Well its not ok for us in public for sure in front of a bunch of men we don’t know”

“so then what happened?”

“Well, at midnight she has to go home, and on her way out rushing to get to her carriage, she dropped a glass slipper, or shoe with tall heels, on the staircase. The man she danced with, a complete stranger, finds the shoe. He then spend lots and lots of time looking aaaaaaall over the kingdom for the girl who’s foot fits into this special shoe. Finally one day, he comes to where Cinderella lives, and the shoe fits her foot, and then they get married.”

“oh…”

“Now, does she even know anything about this guy? Does he have good character, how will he treat her. She doesn’t know a thing about him, but because of this stupid shoe, she is going to marry him and he is going to marry her and live happily ever after.” I think that a girl should higher standards than that! “

“standards?”

“yes, standards…meaning that you should have certain things you want in a husband, and not just go after any guy because of a dance and a shoe. Don’t you agree?”

“yea, that sounds wrong mama..”

So, my seven year old gets it, and I pray that Allah keeps her heart matched up with her head to see things clearly in her life. Ameen.

But what about you? Maybe it wasn’t a glass slipper, but is there some brother out there you are thinking about marrying, or want to marry, or are arguing with your parents about marrying and truth is, you have no real idea why?

Hold on. Don’t bite my head off with defensive comments. I was simply asking a question J

Truthfully, though, I have found over and over again that when someone is asked why they love someone, the answer is “well, I just do! He is so nice, and kind, and just….I just love him…”

Ok, so we have:

1) He is nice

2) He is kind

3) You love him.

I know it is Sunnah to be concise with words, and wow, that even worked out to be an odd number too, but this list is too short, and too vague.

Don’t get me wrong, I am not trying to mock you. I am simply asking you to see how it looks from the outside.

See, falling in love is much like Cinderella. You meet a brother, interact with him, maybe once, maybe from time to time, maybe often, but in all circumstances one thing is clear – you don’t really know a thing about him,

You know that he makes you feel good.

You know that he makes you smile inside.

You know that you like the conversation you had.

You know you like the idea of him and you.

And you know it’s not because he is “religious.”

Truthfully, all you know is that you like how you feel and the ideas in your head. Not once did you stop to find out if your imagination matched up with a potential reality.

When you fall in love, you are falling in love with a person who is giving you special attention, special treatment, special feelings, special expressions, and special opportunities.

No doubt, it feels amazing.

But things are special right now only because you are special. You are special because you are something rare, new, different, and therefore, well, special.

What will happen when conversations aren’t doled out like a piece of chocolate, only one a day since you will wake up next to him every day?

What will happen when he doesn’t always make you smile because he is stressed about work, the phone bill, and your two year old who is screaming?

What will happen when happily ever after is nothing more than a mirage in your imagination?

Real life doesn’t take place on gchat.

What then?

It is easy to fall in love, oh so easy. It is easy to love mystery, secrecy, ideas, and intangible thoughts.

It is easy to feel butterflies, daydream, and feel warm fuzzies when you think of him.

So long as you don’t mind falling and falling and falling, you can spend your life falling in love, hitting the ground, and then finding another edge to fall from again.

If you are searching for real love, then it’s time to recycle the glass slipper, and prepare for the death of the fairytale.

This is where the noble quest for true love begins……

(Megan Wyatt is currently a faculty member and speaker for PRACTIMATE’s new pre-marital training program for sisters aged 25-30 called “Find Your Mr.Right” For more information, you can visit http://www.practimate.com/FindYourMrRight ).


Sumber: http://www.muslimahsource.org/relationships/the-stupid-glass-slipper/

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