Salaam. May peace be with you. Always. =)



Eh eh.. Monstrous nye budak nie. Heh, Monstrous-monstrous pun, beliau juga yang telah mengorbankan kesiumannya demi melayankan kegilaanku dalam menegakkan keadilan ketika di medan perbahasan.

"Ah ye, medan perbahasan yang tetibe terkeluar topik, angkara pihak musuh. Mcm mane plak Bush leh termasuk..?"LoL.

Eh.. Nampak paper dengan pen tu kat tangan daku? Ah konon semangat ah.
Padahal;

"di hati ini, hanya Tuhan yang tahu, di hati ini aku rin.."

eh tak rindu lah.
Jangan sesekali dikau impikan bahawa diri ini akan merindui mereka. Eh bedek uh. Aku hanya merindukan kebelowan mereka dalam mengupas mauduk perbahasan kita pada hari itu. =P

Eh, kalian ingat lagi tag kuning/oren bahas tu? Muahaha. Irritating seh. Macam orang nak gi haji, dengan tudung labuh lagi. Daku ingat lagi. Disuruh memakai tag itu.

"Serious..muke gue reluctant seh mase nak sarung tag nan weird lagi kental pat leher..Erk.."

Hmm.. Apabila dikenang kembali, lucu benar pengalaman yang ku lalui; berbahas dalam bahas Arab? Seperti reaksi yang selalu diberi oleh rakan-rakanku..Eh kecoh??!!

Benar.. Memang Eh kecoh??!! kerana daku masih bertatih dalam mempelajari bahasa nan indah ini. Yang pelik tu, mcm mane Ustadz boleh terima ana sebagai pengganti Fazilah. LoL.

Pelik ibnu Ajaib. Hairan bintu Taa'jub. *geleng-geleng kepala*

Jaulah Uulaa, or rather (eh, "or rather" plak? gasak laa..), First Round; I did suck with my points. LoL. I knew it all along I will fumble. Muahahahhahahahahhaha... Ahem! K.

Tapi syukur, kami dianugerahkan kemenanganNya. Hamdan Lillah.

Jaulah Thaniah; Second Round was much better for me.

Well, not that "much" but at least there wasnt any Sayyid Bush!

Ada satu part ni, pihak lawan bebual facts mcm tak bleh diterima. Ana pun celah lah. Point yang hebat tau. Ada chance nak kalahkan ni. Sekali mereka mcm tak paham..

Alamakk.. aku pun terfikir.. "eh, Bahasa Iban ke tadi aku celah?". Geram nehh.

Masa nak last part tu, nak menggulung. Aku hentam microphone habes2. Eh bukan rosakkan eh. Cume dekatkan mulut dgn tinggikan suare je.Sampai Nadiah tegur oy. Paiseh seketika. LoL.

Tak menang round tu pun tak pe.. sebab kitorg punye markah ranking lebih tinggi overall!
MUahahahahhaA!! Eh Astaghfirullah.. **HAmdan Lillah..!!**

Pemenangnya; Madrasah AL-Maarif.
Pembahas Terbaik; Muhammad Rifdi, teman ana.
Takbir!

Eh tapi kan.. Yang pelik tetapi best, mase ana turun dari medan perbahasan a.k.a stage, Mudir dgn ustadz2 dah nak berundur gi canteen, tetibe Mudir pusing kat belakang dan bertanye:

" Man An-nazhiratuth thaniah? "

Meaning: "Who was the second debator?"

Terkejut ana seketika- dan juga di ambang kepuasan sebab dah habis balak!- lalu ana pun muke takut uh. Ingatkan kene marah ke ape. Lalu Atiqah di sisi ana pun memberitahu beliau bhw analah orangnya. Ana pun dengan muke step selamba -walhal takut!- angkat tangan.

" Ahsanti. Ahsanti."

Meaning: "You have done well"

Whoa. Terus tergamam. Atiqah: " Cakap lah thank you!". Ana: "Syukran, Mudir". Lambat setapak. Heh. Klakar tak?



Tu je uh ana nak cerite. Lol. dah basi neh cerita. =P

Basi ke tak basi, antum suke ke tak suka entry ni, ana tetap akan ingat pengalaman ini.

Thank you Allah. Hamdan Lillah. =)

Salaam. May peace be with you. Because it is the most rarest treasure you'll ever find and I can only pray I will obtain it anywhere and any time- same goes for other Muslims. May Allah bless you.

Hve you ever watched the movie "Buli Balik"? It is a very hillarious movie, I can't deny that, yet a very educational one too. I enjoyed it very much for I have watched it several times already. It centres around a life of a man who had a minor mental disorder and then recovered, while enjoying his life. A scene in the movie was about a group discussion -with other mentally ill patients but not that serious though. Their cases were funny and witty. But most of their problems are what you can find now in our real lives. One of them attracted my attention, as it is very much similar to mine.

Patient: Kadang-kadang saye bertanye; "saye hidup untuk diri saye ke, bapak saye..?"

Yes. That is my problem.

I have to admit I am one problematic child. One with an attitude problem. I have a very bad childhood experience. I don't mean that I was badly physically abused or so. Although I received numerous beatings and such. But I think I was, and perhaps am, emotionally abused. God knows the best.

I remember very vividly the worst year of my life. Yeah, my whole life has been very bad; before or after my little sister's birth, my life has always been ugh. But the year 2000 was my worst. The year when I had to live with all the scoldings and beatings in the morning and clean the house until not a speck of dust was seen until the moment I go for school in the afternoon session. That year, both of my elder sisters were schooling in the morning session and my mother was pregnant.And you know how temperamental women with babies can get. I knew I had somewhat clinical depression that year, for my grades slipped and me, one of the top 5 in class went down to top 15. I recall working in the wee hours of the morning, cleaning up every room, doing the household chores apart from withstanding the naggings, shedding painful tears..that was after my lil sister was born; the matter only got worse.

I don't know, or rather, I can't recall how I managed to pull myself together and preserve all the way. Because at the end of the year, I managed to gain back my position in class; i came in fifth for my finals. Victory? Yes, indeed.How grateful I was cuz my elder sisters were way smarter than me I managed to prove to them I could improve from bad to good. And to my PARENTS, of course.

The routine carried on though and yeah, it was different in 2003 onwards cuz I was in the morning session for school. As the lil sis grows, I hold the responsibilty of educating her; Arabic, reciting the Quran, BM, English, Maths, everything. And I am always blamed for her rowdiness and insolence, for I always raise my voice while teaching. She is a very stubborn and plain lazy and playful. So my family abhors the way I teach her. Yeah, I admit I am very and I am mean VERY VERY VERY harsh to her. But in the end, she did learn and remember what I teach her to heart, AND gets praised by her teachers. I am very happy for her. But I am very frustrated with my family. No one and I mean NO ONE bothers to teach her and now, here they are, condemning me. Btw, wanna know the other reasons why I always raise my voice while teaching lil sis? Mother always orders me to teach lil sis when I am very preoccupied with my schoolwork. I am supposed to sit for my O level this year. And I have like two (useless and pathetic) elder sisters and a father, they are very smart and teaching skills are wayyyyy better and yet i am tasked to teach a kid. Me, the worst teacher on earth. And now I am to be blamed for lil sis's bad behavior and all. Okay, fine. I am rebellious, I am temperamental. Don't you people get it? Doesn't my harsh attitude ring the bell? Or even knock some sense into your brains? I wonder..how they got past O level with such IQ, or rather, EQ.

So here I am, wondering if I am able to live any longer. Perhaps this is what I get for my accumulating sins. And my father questions if I ever get to go overseas with my bad attitude. Unknown to them, they are the cause of it. I know. I just know. Ok fine. So I am to be blamed for my cold behaviour to lil sis. I always cry after teaching her. But it was worth it. She learns. A LOT.


Its okay. I always pray for my mother and father. And my lil sis, jadi anak solehah.

Next yr, ana dah tak da. Lagi aman kan.

Ya Allah, berkatilah kedua ibu bapaku.JAdikanlah adikku anak yang solihah. Amin

Salaam.
May peace be with you.

It seems like eons waiting for the last paper to end. And guess what, by His Grace, everything associated with O level has ended!! Well, not quite though. The results' slip is yet to be distributed from my school's office. So yeah.

Apart from that, I am still doing some soul-and-job searching for the following months. Oh no.."the following three months". Yes. That's better. =)

Fortunately or unfortunately, I am too exhausted to update each and every single detail of what happened these days. Apart from my bad physical condition right now, ( I am down with a flu and fever ) I think I should just let my fingers type anything they want as long as I get to produce an entry. I am freakings tired.

Hmm.. I have to admit I have not attended most of the gatherings with my classmates. I had to be a filial daughter. I hope they understand. Feeling very guilty, I forced myself to go to Escape with them right after the last paper ended. I know I should not have gone there because a close uncle of mine passed away two days before. But I did tell my mother though and she did not resent so I guess she had given her consent. And I think she pitied me for not being able to go out with my friends; all because of O level.

And yeah, you've guessed it. I did enjoy the day at Escape themepark but not as much as the time in 2004 though. Heh. That was the best trip, I should admit.

Okay, a splitting headache attack. I need a rest. Till then, Salaam.

Hafizakumullah wa ra'aakum . =))

The Miracle of Iron
Harun Yahya

To my respected Mudir, honourable teachers and fellow brothers and sisters in Islam.. Assalamu’alaikum wr. wb.

On this blissful morning,it is my duty to give a speech. And the focus for today’s speech is: The Miracle of Iron.

Iron is one of the elements highlighted in the Qur'an. In Surat al-Hadid, meaning Iron, we are informed:

"And We also sent down iron in which there lies great force and which has many uses for mankind…" (Qur’an, 57:25)

The word “anzalna,” translated as "sent down" and used for iron in the verse, could be thought of having a metaphorical meaning to explain that iron has been given to benefit people. But, when we take into consideration the literal meaning of the word, which is, "being physically sent down from the sky," as in the case of rain and Sun rays, this verse signifies a very significant scientific miracle. Because, modern astronomical findings have revealed that the iron found in our world has come from giant stars in outer space.

Not only the iron on earth, but also the iron in the entire Solar System, comes from outer space, since the temperature in the Sun is not enough for the formation of iron. Iron can only be produced in much larger stars than the Sun, where the temperature reaches a few hundred million degrees. When the amount of iron exceeds a certain level in a star, the star can no longer hold it, and it eventually explodes in what is called a "supernova." Supernovas are stars which exploded and make it possible for iron to be given off into space.

This shows that iron did not form on the Earth, but was carried from Supernovas, and was "sent down," as stated in the verse. This fact was known in the 7th century, when the Qur'an was revealed. It is related in the Qur’an, the Word of Allah, Who encompasses all things in His infinite knowledge.

Now, there is another hidden truth in the Qur’an which draws attention to the importance of iron: Surat al-Hadid (25th ayat) which contains two interesting mathematical codes.

“Al- Hadid” is the 57th sura in the Qur’an. The abjad of the word “Al-Hadid” in Arabic, when the numerological values of its letters are added up, is also 57.

The numerological value of the word “hadid” alone is 26. And 26 is the atomic number of iron.

From the stated information, it clearly indicates the use of the expression “iron in which there lies great force and which has many uses for mankind” (Qur’an, 57:25) in the Qur’an is particularly significant. Indeed, in that verse, the Qur’an may be indicating the benefits of iron for human. (Allah knows best.)

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That was my first and last speech, for the whole school. I am glad and grateful some students were really interested and entertained by the facts mentioned. All Praises to Him. =)

Dream Fable

I saw myself in a wide green garden, more beautiful than I could begin to understand. In this garden was a young girl. I said to her, "How wonderful this place is!"

"Would you like to see a place even more wonderful than this?" she asked.

"Oh yes," I answered. Then taking me by the hand, she led me on until we came to a magnificent palace, like nothing that was ever seen by human eyes. The young girl knocked on the door, and someone opened it. Immediately both of us were flooded with light.

Only Allah knows the inner meaning of the maidens we saw living there. Each one carried in her hand a serving-tray filled with light. The young girl asked the maidens where they were going, and they answered her, "We are looking for someone who was drowned in the sea, and so became a martyr. She never slept at night, not one wink! We are going to rub funeral spices on her body."

"Then rub some on my friend here," the young girl said.

"Once upon a time," said the maidens, "part of this spice and the fragrance of it clung to her body -- but then she shied away."

Quickly the young girl let go of my hand, turned, and said to me:

"Your prayers are your light;
Your devotion is your strength;
Sleep is the enemy of both.
Your life is the only opportunity that life can give you.
If you ignore it, if you waste it,
You will only turn to dust."

Then the young girl disappeared.

- Rabiatul Adawiyah

The True Love

Salaam. May peace be upon you.

And may Allah shower us with His LOVE and Blessings. Amin.

Speaking of gaining His Love... I know it isn't easy. It is very hard to find, very rare yet very valuable.

It is like a pearl in the ocean. Deep down in the ocean trench where sea creatures inhabit, lies an oyster with the most rarest pearl in it. Only the tough and strong ones will be able to retrieve it and enjoy the ecstasy of owning it.

"Di antara dua kasih, di makamnya yang berbeza
Mudah dijumpa namun sukar untuk dipelihara.."

I know that the feelings are from Him..So it is not wrong to have feelings for others, right?
Yeah, I guess so. We can only fantasize them but there are limitations to it. That is what Islam is about, isn't it? We are free to do stuff as long as we do not go beyond and obey His order. I love Allah. I love Islam. =)

Ya Allah.. Cekalkanlah hatiku agar tidak cintaku pada manusia tidak melebihi cintaku padaMu..
Izinkanlah daku merasa betapa manisnya cintaMu nan suci itu Ya Rabbul Izzati..

Biarlah
betapa dhaif diri ini
betapa hina diri ini
Halaawatul Imaan akan tetap ku cari
Taqarrub kepadaNya itulah yang menjadi azam diri ini

Ya Allah, kasihanilah hambaMu..
Ya Rasulullah, aku rindu padaMu..

Sallallahu 'alaika, wasallam, ya Rasulullah,
fi kulli lamhatin wa nafasin 'adada ma wasi'ahu 'ilmullah..

Precious Thoughts

Salaam'alaikum. May peace be with you..

It is already the end of the second week of O level. I should say I enjoy sitting for those papers -menacing papers- despite the unfavourable questions set. Heh. What more could I do? I have done my revisions way earlier and gave my best. No regrets. =D

I miss the schooling days at MWTI. The lessons we had, the tea breaks I had when the teacher is explaining at the whiteboard. I was very lucky to be positioned at the back of the row, or the class. Freedom was my middle name. I recall everytime I pop something into my mouth, surely a guy classmate of mine who obviously loves to eat (but he's underweight!) would catch me red-handed. As a result, I had to share with him my food. But I enjoyed sharing food in class. The hungry atmosphere brought us closer to each other.Scary, huh? Heh.
Cute, right? I know...

And what about my first year in MWTI? Lots of things happened; crushes, admirers- the shy and not-so-secretive ones-. LoL. I wonder what had gotten into their eyes. Falling for me? LoL. HUGE LOL. I remember staying back after school in the library with Tiqs and Jam and Nazi, doing our homework..until the afternoon session students would go for their Asar prayers. And voila..! Bumping into him..and his friends. Funny, eh? And once, he even asked one of my sisters where I was, while peeping into the library, searching for me!! LoL.. Flattered? Not quite. Shocked is more like it. He had even asked my guy classmate abt the new girl , whom he claimed to be pretty (who was he referring to? me. i know, the very least expected answer). And then eventually, that classmate of mine knows all abt this stuff and at times would ask me, "H***** skarang skolah mane?". btw this 'him' transferred to another sch early this yr. I would just then shrug my shoulders. How was i to know, man? I've not even TALKED to him, for pete's sake! lol. although he did approached me and attempted to talk AND pick on me. Yep, he totally changed from a guy who's in love to an enemy. i guess he was tired of 'wooing' me and later got hooked up with another girl. A real beautiful one. Hah. I guess he did that immediately after a visit to his optremist.

What else? Ouh.. the moment when I lost my donation card for the Dzikral Rasul event. I cried for weeks seh. Sheesh. Of course, Ust said students have to pay a hundred bucks for a lost card. What was I to do? I was just (and still am) a student! Then one day my class monitor told me Mudir was expecting me at the office, waiting with a cane. Everyone turned to look at me. Even my subject teacher who was teaching Tauhid. My partner told me I had gone pale. Then when I stood up and walked towards the door, the class joker chipped in,
"don't worry. Mudir is good-looking." I wanted to laugh but was feeling apprehensive so I merely glared at him while some covered their mouths, stiffling their laughter. So fortunately, my father had phoned Mudir reporting abt the loss of my card so I wasnt caned or got scolded. Thank God. How relieved I was! Alhamdulillah..

I suppose I'll be back next week, typing away more memories from the past abt my schooling days in MWTI.

Till then, salaam.