Bismillahir Rahmaanir Raheem..

Sollallahu 'alaika wa sallama ya Rasulullah fi kulli lamhatin wa nafasin 'adada maa wasi'ahu 'ilmullah..

O Allah, with all of the peace and blessings of the entire creations dedicate to your Beloved, I begin my post..

At this moment, where emotions stir and confusion arise, do reserve a portion in my heart where there is still a shed of Imaan that keeps me strong and going...

Frail, feeble and weak.. yet You have given me blessings numerous to mention.

Lau kaanal habeeb bainana...

The youth in his days were not distracted by anything worldly. Yes, they had feelings too. But theirs was in the right way.

Oh Allah, when they are busy searching for eligible wives, keep me busy searching for the eligible path towards You.

Make me always aware of the paths You have laid out for me.

I have the Golden Ticket to Jannah.My Mother. My Mother.My Mother. Then, my Father.

Oh Allah, make me prioritize according to Your standard, not theirs.According to Rasulullah's standard, not the norm.

Oh Allah, do accept my change.

If not to You, then where else should I turn to? If not Your Habeeb's example, whose then should I follow?

Bismillahir Rahmaanir Raheem...

Allahumma solli 'alaa sayyidinaa muhammad, wa'alaa aalihi wa sohbihi wa baarik wasallim tasliiman katheera.

oh Allah.

with peace and blessings You shower upon Your Beloved,

I pray to You..

Make my heart firm with consistency.

Make me realise that is the key to success.

Make me aware of the wonderful gifts from You.

Make me unaware of the distractors in Life.

..to You I lean on.

If only Al-Habeeb is among us... I wonder if he tears when he sees me, a Muslim, like this..

bismillahir Rahmanir Raheem.

Allahumma solli 'alal habeebukal kareem... fi kulli lamhatin wa nafasin 'adada ma wasi'ahu 'ilmullah.

O Allah,

this very moment, when my tears are welling up in my eyes,

my fingers dancing on the Netbook's keyboard,

my back leaning against my pillow,

You know if every breathe i take is for You or the otherwise,

You know if i am truly sad because of You, or the otherwise,

You know if I really want to change, because of You, or otherwise.

I can't hide, because You know it all.

I'm afraid of saying what or who I care about.

I'm afraid of making wrong du'aas.

I'm afraid of EVERYTHING but You.

O Allah, You know me more than I know myself.

Therefore,in full embarrassment, I pray; make me know myself, to know You more.

And to know myself, I've to know Rasulullah.

...and knowing him makes me more embarrassed.

How, O Allah?

bismillahir Rahmaanir Raheem.

Salaam.

I am a demon. I used to think that they think I am one. But actually it's not their fault but mine, as I think I am, So I am.

Garbage in, garbage out, garbage in.

I feel more responsible for everything. More than the others.

I daresay that I know more than them, or ought to know more than them, or perceive that I know more...

...but my actions portray as if I don't know at all.

And Allah says that those who know but does not act upon that knowledge, will be the FIRST to be receive their punishments.

And I certainly do not want that!!

It's not the matter of first or second or last to be punished...I do not want to be punished at all!!

But my actions............I want to change. But what's pulling me?? I dont want to get associated with anything, I dont want people to get harmed by me. I am a beast. And I hate when people say good things about me. Cuz They are fake. And I hate to look good, cuz my actions don't look good. My attitude stinks.

.... worse than ever.

so for now, i'm glad that i've no close friends. i'm glad that i'm alone. i pick up advices here and there. i am in search of the truth. i cry alone. i laugh alome. especially when i see SOcial psychology in action.heh.

I know Allah doesnt hate me. But He hates what I am doing. I dare not say I love Him, cuz if I really do, then surely I wil follow what His Beloved say: Have mercy on others on Earth, those in the Heavens will have mercy on you.

I am SO NOT Merciful.

How can I turn this awful weakness into an amazaing strength??

O Lord, guide me.....Ya Rasulullah, do not reject me....

Bismillahir Rahmaanir Raheem..

In Allah's Name, The Most Gracious The Most Merciful.

Allahumma solli 'ala sayyidina muhammad, wa 'alaa aalihi wa sohbihi wasallim.

Oh Allah, send Your peace and blessings upon your Prophet and His companions.

Ya Robb, I raise my hand, with all sorrow,

do forgive and guide me to do the righteous, for I've seen too much.

How will I ever get to meet Him, if I am so far away, drowning in sins?

Your forgiveness Ya Robb, Your Blessings O Lord of 'Aalamiin...

Make me be like him.

Ameen.

*Will turn over a new leave.

Will do so.

Have to.

Allahu knows best.

In the name of Allah- The Most Merciful Most Gracious
Salaam'alaykum....

Stages to Knowledge

Ibn Qayyim al-Jawziyyah (rahimahullaah) - said:
"There are six stages to knowledge:
Firstly: Asking questions in a good manner.
Secondly: Remaining quiet and listening attentively.
Thirdly: Understanding well.
Fourthly: Memorising.
Fifthly: Teaching.
Sixthly- and it is its fruit: Acting upon the knowledge and keeping to its limits."

-from LutonMuslims.com.uk; Pearls of Wisdom

In the name of Allah- the Most Merciful Most Gracious

Salaam'alaykum...

The creature seen in the picture on the right is a mollusk called a scallop. Now, have a careful look at the picture. Have you noticed the little bright blue points lined along the edges of the creature that has the shape of a seashell? Would you be surprised if we told you that in fact each one of these blue points is an eye?

No matter how astonishing it is, each one of the blue points is a real eye belonging to the creature shown in the picture. These eyes, whose size is only 1 mm (0.04 inches), allow the creature to escape from its enemies. 1

Every one of these tiny eyes of the scallop has its own lens and retina. The lenses of these eyes are for collecting and focusing light. Yet, these creatures lack a visual center in their brains. In other words, the images focused by their eyes are not perceived in the creature's brain in the way normal eyes see. Scientists studying the scallops' eyes hypothesize that these eyes probably cannot form vision. What, then, are these amazing eyes for?

Scallops use these eyes to discriminate light from dark, thus enabling them to move from sandy areas towards grass flats. Furthermore, their millimeter-sized eyes are sensitive enough to allow the scallops to sense movements taking place around them. Using this valuable ability, the scallop can make an escape from its predators.

1- Florida's Fabulous Seashells, World Publications, FL, 1999, p. 15.

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Subhanallah... Amazing isnt it? Glory to Allah.

p/s: Sorry for the long absence. You'll have to bear with my frequency of going to the cybercafe. All in all, may Allah watch over you. Wassalam.

Question yourself daily

Do you pray fajr (morning prayer) in the mosque in Jamaa`ah (gathering) every day?

Do you keep all prayers in the masjid in Jamaa`ah?

Did you read any portion of Allaah’s Book today?

Are you consistent in saying your thikr (words of remembrance) and praise of Allaah (T) and wird (regular daily dhikr) after every prayer?

Do you pray all the regular sunnah prayers (supererogatory prayers) before and after the fard prayers?

Were you humble and sincere in your prayers today, conscious of what you were reciting?

Did you reflect upon death and the grave?

Did you reflect upon the Last Day, its horrors and its perils?

Did you ask Allaah (three times) to let you into the Jennah? For, Anas, radhiallahu `anhu, reported that the Messenger sallallahu `alayhi wa sallam said:

When someone asks Allaah (three times) to let him into the Jannah, the Jannah says: ‘O Allaah, let him into his Jannah?’ And when someone asks Allaah (three times) to shelter him from the Fire, the Fire says: ‘O Allaah, protect him from the Fire’.” [At-Tirmidhee, an-Nasaa’ee, and al-Haakim; Saheeh al-Jaami` by al-Albaanee no. 6275]

Did you ask Allaah (three times) to protect you from the Hellfire?

Did you read any of the hadeeth of the Prophet, sallallahu `alayhi wa sallam?

Did you consider keeping away from evil companions?

Did you try to avoid excessive laughing and joking?

Did you cry today for fear of Allaah?

Did you say the morning and evening thikr?

Did you seek forgiveness for your sins from Allaah for today?

Did you sincerely ask Allaah (ta`ala) for the Shahaadah (martyrdom) today? For, the Messenger of Allaah, sallallahu `alayhi wa sallam, said: “Whoever asks Allaah (ta`ala) for the Shahaadah with sincerity, Allaah will grant him the rank of martyrs, even if he dies in bed.” [Muslim and others]

Did you supplicate to Allaah to keep your heart firm upon His Deen?

Did you take advantage of the answerable periods (those during which supplications are answerable) to ask of Allaah?

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As I answer those questions, I lower my head in so much shame and dismay...

O Allah, do forgive this filthy servant of yours, and do not let us astray...

P/s: Alfu 'afwin for my disappearance for the past few weeks.. (months, perhaps? heh)

To my beloved taggers, thank you for visiting this so long abandoned blog Eid Mubarak (if it is too late.erk.) to all of you. =) Do make prayer for us. May Allah bless us all. Ameen.

Jumpa lagi! Wassalam. ^-^

In His name- the Most Merciful Most Gracious
Salaam'alaykum

Jaami'e Uthman-Kuwaiti,
Damascus, Syria.
15th Syaaban 1428H

Allah knows that people in the past had it harder than me...
Allah saw the evil hearted men with no mercy
Allah felt the hearts of the Muslims as they came near
Allah sent His tranquility and they lost all their fear

Cause Allah says if you trust Him and you truly have faith
Allah sends His Sakina and He showers His grace

Ramadhan Mubarak everyone. :)

Wassalaam.

O Allah, Your Mercy outweighes Your Wrath
Rabbi yassir wa laa tu'assir ya Kareem..

In the name of Allah- the Most Merciful Most Gracious
Salaam’alaykum

TLC- Terrible Lousy Cooking



Saturday, 1 September 2007

I was getting very jittery that morning. Kept fidgeting in the internet café. Why? It was my turn to cook lunch and dinner that day! Argh! (well, it isn’t the end of the world, is it? HeE~)

Imagine; me, preparing dishes for ten people? :/ Oh well. I only prayed the best for that day. But thanks to Allah, Kak Khadijah and Kak Atiqah did help me that day. 

Firstly, we went to the cyber center at 8 am. We did our online for 3 hours. Alas, I managed to upload some pictures. Hopefully they answered questions of those who want to know how Damascus looks like. ;)

Ummi and family, I hope everyone is entertained by looking at the (not as nice as kak ngah’s) pictures. :P

So back to my cooking story, oh no, my amazing cooking story. (amazing sangat…hah) As usual, we would do some shopping at the neighbourhood market, known as Souq Jumu’ah. I planned to cook a dish full of vegetables.
(A healthy lifestyle? You can say that again.)

So off we went to buy some groceries at a stall owned by an elderly man. Oh by the way, we had a really tough time which grocer should we go to since there are lots stalls selling the same type of things. Fortunately for us, we stopped at the mister’s stall, plus he allowed us to select which tomatoes we wanted as long as they weigh 1kg. How excited we were! It is kind of hard to find a stall which lets you choose the fruits and veggies wanted. Another thing which added to our excitement, is that after choosing the fresh, red and chubby tomatoes, we handed them to the stall owner and he said “Tamaam!” which means “exactly” while smiling and showed us the OK sign. How cute. Haha. From that day onwards, we vowed to buy vegetables from his stall and called him “polite uncle” or rather, “pakcik baik”. Hee~

After done with marketing, we went up the hills, through the alley towards our lovely home with our heavy black plastic bags. I can assure you that the way back home is a daily exercise for us. Ummi, you would surely love to stay here, We can lose kilos of fats everyday. Really! 

The first thing we realized back at home in the kitchen, there were no onions at all. Oh boy. I guess it was my mistake for not checking the ingredients needed for my dish. But since I’ve bought a large cabbage, a few tomatoes and 1kg of chicken wings, I decided to prepare a so-called Kentucky Fried Chicken dish and a vegetable salad.

How was the cooking process, you ask? Heh.

Fried Chicken- Kak Khadijah and Kak Atiqah volunteered to help. So happily we cleaned the kitchen beforehand and prepared the ingredients. I cleaned the chicken wings just like usually did back in Singapore, and mixed them with the rest of ingredients such as the Kentucky flour. Later, I was left all alone in the tiny yet cosy kitchen. Fear. Yep, that was what I felt. Oh well, I did manage to fry the chicken wings but I was panicky that time and boy, how smoky the kitchen was! And how terrified I was to find that the wings were somehow…darker than I expected. I was thinking- how on earth are the sisters supposed to eat burnt fried chicken wings for lunch??

I hurried to my room where Kak Atiqah was using the laptop and asked for her help in the kitchen, with tears of exasperation and sweat trickling down my cheek. Kak Atiqah was rather shocked and amused to see my terrified expression and rushed to the kitchen. She laughed whole-heartedly and ate a chicken wing. Sis assured me that the wings are perfectly fine- they are of the right colour and texture. Phew! Praises to Him, but I was still afraid though. Then came Kak Khadijah Ithnin and Kak Shaheerah, our seniors. I wanted to keep a straight face but Kak Atiqah told them about my critical yet amusing state. They too guffawed in laughter. Oh my Allah. However, they said the wings are just nice. And Kak Khadijah too created her own dish during her first cooking experience here. Hehe. Kak Shaheerah even replied; no matter what we cook, they would still savor the dish. (whoa. Relieved, I was.)

Veggie Salad- I love this part. Why? Cuz Kak Atiqah has helped me a lot with this dish. *beams* A humongous cabbage was cut then put into a glass bowl, cubes of tomato, carrot, slices of boiled eggs and of course- salad dressings plus mayonnaise. Yummylicious, eh? Despite the fact that I do not quite fancy the sour mayo and dressing, still, I think the salad tasted quite nice.
(bukan nak puji diri sendiri tau! >.<)

The sisters who are staying in their newly-rent house also enjoyed the salad. I gave some to them since they didn’t have any cooking utensils at home and they hadn’t eaten since lunch. So that night, my housemates brought bowls of the salad and drinks to their place. In the end, we spent a night there. Hehe. Anyway, their house is just a 1 minute walk from ours. Nice? You bet. *winks*
Alhamdu lillah.


Visit to the Companions of the Prophet (pbuh)’s shrines

Tuesday, 4 September 2007

It was the second last orientation programme held by DMASYQ- Singapore’s student association in Syria. The purpose of this programme was to educate Singaporean students studying in Syria- that Damascus was once a land where most of Prophet Muhammad’s companions once lived, ruled, worked and most of all, fight for Islam.

The first maqaam or shrine we visited was the maqaam of Sayyidina Bilal ibn Rabah radiallahu ‘anhu- almu’adzinul awwal. He was given the name;
the First Muadzin by Rasulullah himself. Subhanallah. May Allah bless his soul.

Next was the shrine of a Omayad caliph named Al-Walid bin Marwan. He was a very good ruler and had done a lot of development for Islam during his ruling years. Beside his shrine, there were shrines of his royal family. Brother Zayd, our respected president of DMASYQ managed to explain a brief history of the companion’s shrines.

Later on, we went to a Muslim Cemetry where small buildings with green domes can be seen. Bro Zayd explained that the domes indicate that those are shrines of the Ahlul Bayt which means the descendents of the Prophet (pbuh). We visited Caliph Umayyah’s shrine, Sayyidatina Asmaa’s, Ummu Habibah and Ummu Salamah who are the Prophet’s wives, Sayyidina Ali Zainal Abideen- one of his descendents, and also the syuhadaa’ of Karbala.

Subhanallah. The visit really developed a sense of remorse, enlightment and appreciation in me. Praises to Allah who has given me this golden opportunity to be here in Damascus, the Land of Blessings. My gratefulness to Ummi and Abah and family plus friends who have prayed for me all these while.

Especially to Ummi and Abah, May Allah grant you great health and wealth plus reward all your deeds and sacrifices. I love you Ummi and Abah. And Long, Ngah and Mas. May Allah watch over all of you. 

Till then, Insya Allah we’ll meet again. Do remember me in your prayers.
Wassalaam.

p/s:for more pictures, visit www.faqihulmuzaffar.multiply.com :)

In the name of Allah- the Most Merciful Most Gracious
Salaamullahi’alaykum…

Thursday, 30 August 2007, 4.40 am

I felt a light tap on my knee. It was Sis Mardhiyah, who woke me up for the fajr prayers.
She asked in Malay, “Would you like to go to Jaamie’?”

(italic)In Syria, mosques are mostly known as jaamie’. Usually, we would perform our fajr prayers at the nearest jaamie’ in our area.

I sat abruptly, rubbing my droopy half-closed eyes. For a moment, I waited for my turn to perform my ablution. Much to my anticipation, the water supply was cut off. Since we had filled up almost 40 drinking bottles with water, I used 1 and a half bottle of water for washing up.

Done with that, I dressed up quickly yet drowsily (!) and waited with Sis Hida by the door. Both of us waited for Sis Mardhiyah outside. The cool morning breeze really snapped me out of trance. As per normal, we walked in the rocky isles down the slopes, past the streets of shop houses, making a racquet with our extremely dusty shoes.

Really, getting up in the morning and making a decision to perform fajr prayer at the jaami’e, is really a hard task. You have to fight the temptation of lying on the ever so irresistible mattress, resting your head on the soft and comfy pillow to fly back to Dreamland, and wait until 10 minutes to syuru’. Of course, you get to feel the pleasure of sleeping and fulfilling your heart’s content. However, you lose the serenity of not joining the other sisters and brothers at the mosque, who have started their day so well, which Is at the mosque.

What a waste.

I know. I’ve been there and done that a lot of times. Be it back at home in Singapore, or here in Syria. Tsk. A very bad Muslim I am. May Allah forgive and guide me plus everyone. Ameen.

I have been doing well here, by His Grace, with the villagers and locals so friendly. Of course, there are those who we do not like that much of their character. But as usual, humans commit mistakes all the time. Neighbours can be very caring and sometimes not. They can be very forgiving yet selfish. The same goes to ourselves. (Without realizing, everyone will be a neighbour, no matter what cuz who in the world lives far from civilisation? ;))

And a reminder to me and everyone else, children may be cheeky and mischievous yet they are sinless. So we have to treat them well like our own. Especially the neighbours’. I’ll have to bear that in mind. :/ (HeE ^-^)


Tuesday, 28 August 2007

We do not have Idrisi tuition lessons on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. So usually during these days, we would rest at home or join groups at the Jaamie’s, go to the cybercentre, and mostly attend a mini-lecture at jaami’es by renowned scholars.

However that Tuesday, we went to 2 feasts. First, was at Bro Zul’s place. Brother Zul is a Malaysian elder brother who has lived in Syria for 12 years. He is my senior, Sis Isma’s fiancé. Sis Isma lives with us but she will be going back to Singapore soon for her wedding. Exciting, isn’t it? Hehe.

So back to the feast at Bro Zul’s house. He was scheduled to leave Syria at 5.30pm that day and yet he insisted on cooking the scrumptious meals himself!
Well, of course, Kak Isma helped him out with the preparation and such :P

He has helped us a lot- giving us home-cooked Malay dishes, treating us to an expensive rice feast, treating us free Suzuki (lorry) rides to Idrisi tuition lessons, repairing electronic stuff at home and lots more. Jazaakallahu kheir jazaa’, Akh.

After having a heavy lunch, we sent him off at Damascus International Airport, which was when I phoned little Mastura with my cellphone. I miss her squeaky voice. Then Ummi called me back. Yes, Ummi. Insya Allah I’ll bear your words. Do pray for me, okay Ummi? I love you. You are always in my prayer. 

Next, we went back to Rukn Eddeen. By then, it was almost ‘asr. So we performed our prayers at Abu Nour. I have always liked Abu Nour since back in Singapore where I would always go to its website. And indeed, it IS a tranquil place for ‘ilm and ‘ibadah. All Glory be to Allah.

As soon as we reached home, it was nearing maghrib. We rested for a moment before going out to another feast (hehe) at these two siblings’ place. They are Turkish yet living in Holland. They are here only the two of themselves. Elder sister is Samihah, 18 and younger is Sarah, 14. How cute they are! And very talented too! They prepared Turkish dishes for us. Yummy indeed.
Alhamdu lillah.

After filling our tummies with the tantalizing food (alhamdu lillah), the five of us namely- sis Hida, sis Mardhiyah, sis Khadijah, sis Atiqah and myself- went to jaami’e Kuwaiti to attend a dars by the renowned Syeikh Zuhaili. But by the time we reached the mosque, the dars has ended. How disappointed we were. Perhaps it was our own fault for eating so much which caused our delay. May Allah forgive us. Ameen.

However, we managed to greet and chat with 3 sweet elder ladies who were very caring and willing to share some information about the dars here. They told us in detail about the place, date and time of each dars held near that area. So far, I’ve went to only 3 jaami’es for dars. Tsk. I’m such a weakling. Surely an ‘ilm seeker should have gone more than that. Astaghfirullah..

But the best part about that night is because it I sthe 15th of Syaaban and the full moon is delightfully clear! We couldn’t resist looking and at the night sky and praising Him. And of course, taking snapshots of it . Furthermore, the jaami’e is so enchanting as though it is decorated with the moon and stars.

Surely, that night is a night of blessing and forgiveness. Insya Allah. 


Monday, 27 August 2007

Like any other Mondays, the eight of us (the new female Singaporean students) will go for our Arabic tuition class which starts at 3.30 pm and ends at 5.00 pm. It may not be an ideal time for a lesson because back then in Singapore, it is usually the ‘napping period’. Well, for me, that is. Bad bad, Hafizah.
But all praises to Him, I managed to keep awake and concentrate in class. Why?
It is because the Aanisa (female teacher) is amazingly very dedicated and wonderful. You can see the passion of teaching in her eyes every time she explains a certain topic. Her eyes express a sign of sincerity in sharing Allah’s great knowledge, along with her sweet smile and ever enchanting stories about
geography, history, the outside world and almost everything. You name it. Not only the Arabic subject itself but almost every other subjects too.

All praises to Allah. Alhamdu lillah. =)

Although we only learn the basic Arabic grammar (Nahu and Saraf), we consider these lessons very valuable because we really need to polish our so rusty Arabic skills. I recall how ashamed I was when Aanisa Maisaa’ (our tutor) asked me an I’raab question which I knew the answer but somehow the words didn’t form correctly in my mind. It happens almost everytime she asks me. And Aanisa likes to ask each and every one of us questions (which ALWAYS makes me feel uptight and nervous!) , so as to ensure we participate in the class and understand every single bit of her lesson. That is what I enjoy most about this Idrisi tuition. ;)

Oh, I almost forget! We never fail to bring back home some goodies too, each single lesson. Goodies which are extremely good for students...

…HOMEWORK!

Heh. Yep, we do have them almost everyday but they are not a burden at all, unlike back then. No homework at times, yet when you have them.. there you go. You get what I mean? Hehe. I think it is because Aanisa Maisaa’ does not want us to feel and think that learning Arabic is tedious and boring. But personally, I feel that the piles of homework I’ve done in school was the asset of my success (and others’ too!) so far. Don’t you think? Alhamdu lillah. ;)

All in all, homework is the best goodie from a teacher, personally. :D

Till then, insya Allah I'll update again. Do remember me in your prayers.

To Ummi and Abah- do not despair. Allah is there. I love you.

To Mas- be a good girl, okay? Be safe when you're using th rollerblades.

To Long and Ngah- Take care. I miss your squabblings. (hah!)

Wassalaam :))

In His Name- the Most Merciful Most Gracious

Salaam'alaykum

Here we are. Outside our house. Heh. Excited, eh? :)
I'm sorry for the lack of entries. Indeed, life is getting more exciting day by day.

Diyanah: Insya Allah I'll apply for Ta'heeli a.k.a diploma and Kuliah Da'waah Islaamiah (B.A). But I'll have to go for the exams first then I'll choose. It is at Abu Nour College/University. I miss you too. Do pray for me, okay? :))

Atiqah: Liqaa-uki Na'eem, Firaaquki Jaheem. I miss you too. Doakan kite tau, k? *huGs* :))

Ain: Awk, kite syg awk tau. Jaga diri baik2. I miss u too. Fi hifzillah :))

Nadiah: Awk!!! Maa fi musykilah ukhti. Kite paham perasaan awk. Tak pe, kene kuat kan? Yang penting; doa. Insya Allah ukhti, semuanya kheir walaupun tak berhubung dgn email. La tahzani, insya Allah kit ajumpe lagi. Kalau tak di Singapura, di syurga je lah ye? insya Allah.. Syg awk! :))

Ummi and Abah: Jangan risau pasal Adida, okay? Insya Allah I'll post more pictures (kalau ingat. Faham2 je lah..Adida kan Miss Forgetful.) Tapi mudah2an dah tak forgetful lagi kalau dah belajar sini. Kirim salam Long, Ngah and Mas. I looboo you!! :D

By His Grace, I will update again. Do pray for me. Till then,

Wassalaam. =)))

In the name of Allah
The Most Merciful Most Gracious

Salaam'alaykum warahmatullah...

All praises to Allah. It has been almost a week now since I left Singapore. I pray that my loved ones there are always in His care. Ameen.

To my dearest friends who have emailed me and yet I've not replied (ERK!), my deepest apologies. It's not that I don't have any chance of laying my fingers on a keyboard but everytime I step into the cyberafe, there are surely LOTS of stuff to be done. And no more idle-surfing just like back in Singapore. Heh. Surely life in Syria has taught me A LOT.

like what?

Like appreciating Allah's precious gifts- water, electricity, clean air and most of all, family.
Everyday, water and electricity would be cut off. So usually, we have to do our washing quickly without procastination. AND also our late night revisions. But electricity wil only be cut off after Zuhur.

All in All, alhamdu lillah. I wilklk lern to survive here, by His Help insya Allah. Please do pray for me. Syukran akhawaati.

Love,
Wassalaam. :))

Salaam'alaykum....

Saturday, 4 August 8.21 am
The phone rang. Ummi answered and said it was for me. Being quizzical as usual, I wondered aloud, "Who would call me in the wee hours of the morning? Nahh...it couldn't be....." *checked CID* argh!!!! It's HER!!!! *yelps excitedly*


Yep, you've guessed it- we hogged on the phone for almost an hour. pagi2 lagi dah bergantung ehh.. kuikuikui..


Okay. End of that story, for I'll be meeting her today!! *bounces up and down* insya Allah. ;)


Saturday, 4 August 11.15 pm
Alhamdu lillah, I managed to go to Firdaus Mosque at Jalan Ibadat.. I realized then how peaceful the place is.. and I won't be visiting it so often now. Tak pe..yang penting kene istiqamah...alhamdu lillah he gave his consent and smiled. May Allah bless you ;)



Sunday , 5 August 12.30 pm

Met Ida at Harbourfront Terminal, who was sitting on the floor "cntrl station nye blkang".
Lol. So I joined her. As usual, crappiness. Nyaha~
Then came Nurazilah (!!!) with her striking orange top. dah mcm pekerja fig n olive sehh.. Huhu. I've not met her for eons.. Nong..nong...ago... tsk tsk. satu negeri pun tak jumpe ehk. Ape lagi kalau dah lain benua? Erk.

ida N azilah- hafizah sayang sama kamoo! <3

..and ida, i hope the personality life test isnt accurate. hoho!

Sunday, 5 August 5.00pm
Met the twins. Heh. kesian dorg...lapar..bleh LUPE nak makan kat rumah... :P
Principally, we didn't have any ideas what we were up to.gasak lah nak gi mane...
In the end, we ended up "stalking" innocent "victims".. ErK. haha..just a game okayyy...
Go to Ida's blog for more details. :P

So after performing our prayers at Darul Ghufran, we went on our own ways. Reached home at 9pm. Whoa. Super hungry, I was. teehee...sakit perut dah ilang,lapar pulak yg dtg. :P

ida, rasyidah N rafidah- Syukran jazilan for the presents! malu tau! tapi lawa lah benda2 tu..

Monday, 6 August 8.43am
I am counting the hours to get 2 jabs (eRk) and meeting my friends and teachers...and schools! =D

By His Grace, we will meet again.
Do remember me in your prayers, aite.
And remember, I love you. [mcm Barney lah pulak..;D]

Wassalam.

Salaam'alaykum...

while listening to Native Deen's songs..
Mas: Kak Lang, why your songs are like kak Long's and kak Ngah's- like "yo, yo"..- but Muslim songs?

Me: (stiffling laughter) Yeah, songs can be any type, "yo,yo" (hiphop) ke... but we must learn something...like..about Islam..

Mas: (grins & does the 'hip-hop'py moves)

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i'll miss her unexpected questions... =))

p/s: sorry to all. Dah berminggu hamba tidak update kan? Maaf kan hamba..bukan hamba tidak ingin, tetapi..dot dot dot... masa dan keadaan tidak mengizinkan. May Allah bless us all. Ameen. =)

Ilaa muqaabalah ukhraa! Till next time! =)

In His Name- the Most merciful Most Gracious....

Looking Glass
by Native Deen

I saw a friend just the other day
We took a walk around the way
The sky was blue and his face was grey
I asked him what could cause such dismay?
He tallied his life and he noticed the score
He felt his pain he never felt before
He said it feels like He (Allah) can't love me no more
No No No No

He can't love me anymore
It's a fact that I know for sure
I started out this life so pure
But He can't love me anymore
He went on about the past
To listen with patience was my only task
No need to pry and no need to ask
His words to me were my looking glass
And with much pain his heart did pour
With this feeling never felt before
He said it feels like, He (Allah) can't love me no more
No No No, No!

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I asked my friend how can this be?
Not the One Who created me
Cause if our sins outweighed the sea
Forgiveness comes so easily
Just repent and stay to the task
To make an effort is all He asks
And don't get bogged down by the past
His mercy outweighs His wrath
And He can love you once more
It's a fact that I know for sure
We started out this life so pure
But He can love you once more
And He can love you once more
It's a fact that I know for sure
We started out this life so pure
But He can love you once more.

i love You too...='(

In the name of Allah- the Most Merciful Most Gracious
Salaam'alaykum...

Alhambra -Granada, Spain

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I've got nothing much to say about the Alhambra in Spain, in actual fact. Heh.
It's just that one night when we (my family and I) was on our way to fetch Kak Ngah, the Alhamra sung by Fareast was on air. My mother knew I like that song (I guess she enjoys it too.hah) so she asked,

"Ape tu Alhambra, Adida?"

Heh. Cute lah Ummi. My father then answered, it's a Muslim palace. Well, my father elaborated about its history. And I promptly joined in.So after much 'discussion', (lol. sempat tau dlm kereta ni.) suddenly I just realised- I miss learning Islamic History! =(

Oh no. Missing-mode is on. So just bear with me for a couple of minutes alright?

Then just last night we took my father's friend, who's from Brunei, for a ride. Before meeting him, my father and I talked about Brunei and its oil issues and such- about experts saying it's predicted that the oil will run out soon since the last 10 years but there is still more oil and there are more oil stations yet to be discovered. Cool, huh? So on and on we talked, until I came to my senses- I miss learning Geography too! Hmph. Be it physical or human geog, I want to learn Geography again! With Sir Isa of course. And the Geography girls. *winks*

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We knew it was hard- learning the hard stuff. Yet when we've succeeded, with Allah's Help and Will,we miss doing it now.

I miss my friends- EnNaeem mates, Ma'arifians, MWTians, MSPians. I pray the best for them. May Allah guide us all and make us His mujahideen n mujahidaat. Ameen. =)

Wassalam.

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.