Salaam'alaykum...

Unfolding the Rose

A young, new Ustadh (teacher) was walking with an older, more seasoned Ustad (teacher) in the garden one day. Feeling a bit insecure about what Allah Ta'ala had for him to do, he was asking the older ustad for some advice.

The older Ustadh walked up to a rosebush and handed the young Ustad a rosebud and told him to open it without tearing off any petals. The young ustad looked in disbelief at the older ustadh and was trying to figure out what a rosebud could possibly have to do with his wanting to know the Will of Allah for his life and ministry.

But because of his great respect for the older Ustadh, he proceeded to try to unfold the rose, while keeping every petal intact...

It wasn't long before he realized how impossible this was to do. Noticing the younger ustadh's inability to unfold the rosebud without tearing it, the older Ustadh began to recite the
following poem...

It is only a tiny rosebud,
A flower of Allah's design;
But I cannot unfold the petals
With these clumsy hands of mine.

The secret of unfolding flowers
Is not known to such as I.
Allah opens this flower so sweetly,
Then in my hands they die.

If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
This flower of Allah's design,
Then how can I have the wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?

So I'll trust in Allah for leading
Each moment of my day.
I will look to Allah for His guidance
Each step of the way.

The pathway that lies before me,
Only Allah knows.
I'll trust Him to unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose.



*Learn from other mistakes
You can't live long to experience it for yourself
Belajarlah dari kesalahan orang lain
Engkau tidak dapat hidup lama untuk mendapatkan itu semua dari dirimu sendiri
Compiled, edited and adapted by Khalid Latif

Wassalaam.

p/s: do help me ya Rabb... I need you..Rabbi yassir wa laa tu'assir ya kareem.='(

Salaam'alaykum...

As I wake up to answer His Call
I feel this serenity,
just like when I'd prepare for school and all
where prayer comes first before anything worldly.

As I recite a prayer along with my sister
I feel this tranquility,
just like yesterday's morning or another
with my friends, praying to HIM in unity.

As I peer outside my window
I see beautiful trees,
just like the old days near the condo
where I could feel the cool morning breeze.


As I glance at the lovely purple magazine
I pray in gratitude,
for in the old days I didn't have a hint-
we will achieve something
if we give in the best we that we could.


As I look back at the past,
tears of gratefulness fill my eyes.
I thank and pray to Him, who never lasts-
that I will save my goodbyes.

Wassalaam.

Salaam'alaykum...

Do you remember the tiny soup stock, or rather well-known as sup bunjut?

Well, I've forgotten about its existence quite for a long time (hah!) until my mother asked me to well, erm, do some stuff-motherly stuff- in the kitchen.Just this afternoon.

Okay so it seems that I'm the one who dose those motherly stuff, since I am at home most of the time.

However, it is scarier this time. I get real panicky when I do it. Just recently, that is.
Macam buat O level Science Practical beb. Seram..Invigilator O level pun kalah tau.

Haha. Kalau Ummi bace nie, mati ana. eRk.
K tak tak. Ummi patut sign up for the invigilator job. Heh. Insya Allah permohonan diterima. Nanti boleh lah Adida bilang candidates- "Hey! That's my mother!"
*tries to imagine*
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Erm, let's just accept the fact that my mother will be my invigilator for the rest of my life.
*smiles weakly*

So........back to the sup bunjut....
Well, nothing much about it actually, (ape saje hafizah ni) only that it gives me the creeps, for it looks like a pocong. You know, wrapped up in a white cloth... But then, I'll be wrapped too like that one day. Soon, I mean. Who knows? So yeah, I just continued stirring the soup with a grin on my face, everytime the wooden ladle touches the little bunjut.
Good old bunjut. ^-^

Nanti kene selalu berjumpa dengan si bunjut nan kecil pat sane. Ummi dah tak bleh jadi invigilator lagi dah ni. =D

That is all. Till we meet again, by His Grace.

p/s: I just hope I didn't put you to sleep by posting such an entry. Fancy putting up a post about a soup stock. heh. Wassalaam.

Salaam'alaykum...

This is a typical sight in my study room- ONLY when Kak Ngah is at home.
She just loves to watch the late P.Ramlee's black & white shows, with food and drinks all around the room.
Dah jadi mini-cinema bilik ni tau. -_-"

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All in all, I guess she is still my sister. Bluek. No, i'm so not going to get mushy or girly, blogging about my sisters.
Okay, I'm sorry. =P

Ye lah, nanti kalau kak long ke kak ngah dah kahwin, belum tentu Adida ade kat sini kan. nyeh. tapi..hmm..
insya Allah kher semuanya..

I apologise for putting up such a random picture. But that's what my sister loves- taking random yet artistic pictures. Good old kak Ngah. Lol.

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You know, sometimes I keep wondering- why do humans love to ponder and think so much? Please don't get me wrong. It is just a question though. Heh. Yes, I know. I love to ponder about stuff. Erm, unimportant stuff? Maybe. Like, 'why is the sky blue? ', you ask? Heh. That is so classical. ^-^

Questions like how does the mountain can be so amazing because of its mighty height- yet when Allah summoned a task to be the caliph on Earth, it rejected His offer. In fact, all the beings did. For they knew that this task is not an easy one. However the small and weak human being accepted it.


Then after much pondering, I soon realise that Allah loves us all. We know that this task is no easy task. Yet He did not let us astray after holding this responsibilty. In fact, He guide us through and show us the way, lift up massive burden and bright up our life, sending us His SAKINA in many other inexpressible ways. Yet why are humans still playing god ?


There you go. Another question asked. A question always leads to another. =)

I suppose I shall stop here. By His Will, we shall meet again.

My apologies if this post hurt anyone out there. These are only my reflections. Allah knows the best.
=)


p/s: kerana aku punya sekeping hati yang rapuh dan tak bermaya...

Salaam'alaykum...

Sometimes, when the world's not on your side

You don't know where to run to

You don't know where to hide.



You gaze, at the stars in the sky

At the mountains so high

Through the tears in your eyes.



Looking for a reason,

to replace what is gone.

Just remember, remember

That you are never alone.



You are never alone

Just reach into your heart

And Allah is always there.

You are never alone

Through sorrow and through grief

Through happiness and peace

You are never alone.



So now as you long for your past

Prepare for your future

But knowing nothings going to last

You see this life is but a road

A straight and narrow path

To our final abode



So travel well O Muslim

And Paradise will be your home

And always remember

That you are never alone.



You are never alone

Just reach into your heart

And Allah is always there.

You are never alone

Through sorrow and through grief

Through happiness and peace

You are never alone.

- Zain Bikha

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la tahzani..innallaha ma'ana.. =)

Salaam'alaykum...

Fadhil: Yes, may i help you? Rindu ang mo kio jgk ke? =P

Izzah: No prob ukhti. It's my pleasure- choosing those colour combinations. Glad you like it. 'afwan kalau tak secantik mana. Kite ni beginner je. heh. and yeah, insya Allah i'll push myself to update (walaupun ianya sukar!) =)

Wuraida: Kak Khadijah!!! *excited* Yes yes..we miss you too. Kak Saliha pun ade jgk tanye psl kakak...rindu kak khadijah..=D

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Setelah sekian lama ku membiarkan blog ku bersendirian, baru sekarang tergerak hati ingin mengemaskininya.

ah k cukup. sekarang tgh excited ni. Kak Wardah online!alhamdu lillah.. =D

I shall not speak of anything about my studies. I pray that everything will go on smoothly. Allahumma Ameen. The most important thing is that I just have to keep doing my revision, doing some research and reading up some stuff. AND buying the book from MPH.
By His Grace.

Dugaan adalah tarbiyah dari Allah.

O Allah, please accept these as my repentance. Ameen..

By His Will, we will meet again. May peace be upon you. =)