Friday, July 29, 2011
jom ber"himmah" 'aliyah!
Monday, July 25, 2011
winter sonata
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
selebriti syurga
- puasa sunat
- tilawah al-quran/tadarrus
- hafazan
- menyusun masa dengan lebih efisien
- banyakkan infaq/sedekah
- renew niat sentiasa
- bangun qiyam
- menyediakan target/resolusi ramadhan
- banyakkan meminta maaf dan memaafkan
- menjalin ukhwah fillah
- kurangkan berkata-kata, banyakkan berfikir dan berzikir
- sentiasa berdoa kepada Allah agar dikurniakan gelaran selebriti syurga :)
- ZERO dosa! maka banyakkanlah istighfar dan taubat :)
- mendidik hati untuk bertaqwa kepada Allah dan mencintai Allah serta berlumba untuk meraih cintaNya.
Dari Abu Hurairah r.a. pula dari Nabi s.a.w., sabdanya:
“Jikalau Allah Ta’ala itu mencintai seseorang hamba, maka Dia memanggil Jibril untuk memberitahu bahawa Allah mencintai si Fulan, maka cintailah olehmu (hai Jibril) si Fulan itu. Jibril lalu mencintainya, kemudian ia mengundang kepada seluruh penghuni langit memberitahu bahawa Allah mencintai si Fulan, maka cintailah olehmu semua (hai penghuni-penghuni langit) si Fulan itu. Para penghuni langit pun lalu mencintainya. Setelah itu diletakkanlah penerimaan baginya (yang dimaksudkan ialah kecintaan padanya) di kalangan penghuni bumi.” (Muttafaq ‘alaih)
padi vs. rumput
Sumber: Antara C.I.N.T.A dan N.A.F.S.U | Aku ISLAM http://akuislam.com/blog/renungan/antara-c-i-n-t-a-dan-n-a-f-s-u/#ixzz1Sc3rCAXw
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
cinta buta
- tidak mendapat redha ibubapa
- tidak menjaga batas agama
- tidak berhati-hati memilih pasangan
- tidak belajar daripada kesilapan lalu
- cinta buta
Sunday, July 17, 2011
achieving success
- able to concentrate in solat
- feels the rush of iman
- to overcome shaytan/evil in ourselves
- comes with hardship and during those hardships, you can feel the wisdom of God- ini jawapan drpd seorang auntie yang sangat saya respek, from afghan.
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Allah calls me
Thursday, July 14, 2011
warkah luka
action speaks louder
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
in a relationship
maaf cintamu kutolak
permata untuk isteri
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
it's my life
Jangan tanyakan aku tentang hidupku
ia adalah sebuah rahsia kehidupan
ia adalah anugerah.. ia adalah ujian
ia adalah dunia yang penuh dengan cita-cita
aku telah menjualkannya kepada Allah
kemudian aku berjalan dalam barisan para pembawa petunjuk
dan jalan hidupku adalah
al-Qur’an, pedang, dan ujian..
Allah telah memberkatinya dan para nabi terdahulu telah melaluinya
para syuhada’ telah menyirami jalan ini dengan darah mereka
maka jadilah ia taman indah yang dikelilingi cahaya
sedangkan penghujung perjalananku adalah
apa yang meredhakan Allah dan apa yang diinginkanNya
keuntungan dengan kemenangan nyata
atau kesyahidan dan keabadian
jika engkau telah berada di muka bumi
dan engkau tahu umurmu terbatas
maka jadilah pahlawan dan pembawa petunjuk
jika tidak alangkah buruknya kewujudanmu
Monday, July 11, 2011
from the eye of a decent spectator~
I went to the rally as a spectator. I returned a believer. And I had ice cream with the FRU.
By Charis Ding
I went as an individual rather than as a supporter. Whenever asked throughout the day, I told people "I just wanted to see what’s going on". And that was the truth.
In the weeks leading to it, I was undecided whether to support the rally. Right up to yesterday I couldn’t decide. But I knew I didn’t want to stay home or watch from a distance. I didn’t want to just follow the news online. I had to see it with my own eyes. So I decided to do a walkabout, and I thought perhaps it would take being there to help me make my stand. And so as I was there I considered myself an observer – a reporter.
The police presence at the Pasar Seni area was overwhelming. In front of Central Market, four or five blue trucks in a row. Tension on the streets. It was eerily quiet. On Petaling Street, I walked past a small sized aunty in a yellow shirt (: I overheard her words to a few young boys around her – "We must stay united" she said - "that’s why we must wear yellow, to show we are united". I smiled as I passed.
I saw that the flower shop was open and bought a bunch of daisies.
There was tension in the air, the sense of waiting for something to erupt. At Masjid Jamek, there were more policemen than civilians. I took note of their batons, their weapons. The air was oppressive. I caught myself seeing the men in uniform as the antagonists – weren’t they on the other side? But then I realized they were supposed to be our friends. It is their job to protect people like me.
I sat with the other people from various media. On the side of the road leading to the stadium, huge intimidating FRU trucks were lined up. POLICE barricades. After a while hanging around, I decided to wander across those borders. Some of the police, leaning against their truck, looked straight at me. I smiled, they smiled back. Phew. I walked by a bunch of intimidating looking FRU people staring at me. Right across the road from Dataran Merdeka, I stole a picture of one of them leaning on the back of his truck. He called me over. We chatted.
It's tough, he said. They’ve been here and there all week, hardly with any sleep. Staying watch to make sure everything’s alright. Sometimes they sleep in the trucks. They were there until the wee hours of the morning yesterday, and came back early in the morning. If he could, he’d rather just have a quiet Saturday, stay at home, watch TV.
I nodded because I understood.
I spoke from my heart – it shouldn’t be this way. We should all be friends … we are friends.
Apa nak buat? There is always a chance of those who will cause trouble, he said. Don’t hang around here, he advised. It's not that safe today.
A motorcycle tried to pass, carrying packages in plastic bags. Not wanting to distract him or get him into trouble, I took my leave. Told him to jaga baik-baik. He said "nice to meet you".
I started back across to the other side. Halfway, I came across a bunch from the FRU surrounding an ice cream man, buying ice cream in buns. "Ais krim!" I kinda exclaimed. I was beside myself. "Ambik lah", they said. "Which one do you want? Cornetto?" Just realizing that I had pretty much imposed upon them to belanja me ice cream, I said – "Takpe takpe, saya beli sendiri".
"Takpe, bayar sama sama" – one of them said. They insisted I pick one.
"Where you from?" – they asked in English. "Here", I said – "saya orang sini saje". They laughed, "oh, ingatkan orang jepun!"
As we stood around with our ice creams, they asked me who I was. Did I come for the rally? "saya cume seorang gadis biasa" I said. They found that very amusing. "jangan-jangan ada t-shirt kuning dalam beg tu".
I laughed – "tak de lah…".
Then what was I doing there? "Saje mau tengok", I said. "cume ingin tahu".
"Baguslah tu", he said. "But you shouldn’t hang around today, it might not be safe". I asked them, "Apa khabar?". "Ok", they said. A bit tired, they hardly had any sleep. Ada rase tension? "Tension tu, sikit-sikit mesti ada lah".
We finished our ice creams, and I said goodbye. "Jaga diri", I said. "Jumpa lagi".
I just had ice cream with the FRU.
Right after I crossed the barrier there was a commotion and the media was running towards where I had just came from. They were apparently mobilizing.
About twenty minutes later, I was in the middle in front of the Maybank Tower with the throngs of people on my right and the FRU line on the left. The crowd had just gathered, they weren’t even moving forward yet. The FRU shot water cannons. It was unprovoked. Then the gas came. When it hit, I couldn’t see, I couldn’t breathe. And it hurt. I grabbed some water from my bag and washed my face with it. I covered my face with my baju. In the chaos, one, two people offered me salt. "Makan", they told me. It really helped. I crumbled and sat on the corridors for a minute, eyes and nose watering.
I got up and kept walking, now amongst the people. Some looked me in the face, Chinese ladies speaking in Mandarin, Malay men in Malay, they seemed shocked and concerned. I must’ve looked a mess. "Are you ok?", they asked me. I tried to smile and nodded.
Soon, people started running. From a distance I saw the men in dark blue chasing the marchers. So many of them. People were running down the hill slope at the Maybank Tower compound. Nowhere to run, they jumped down the hill from some height, scampering across the streets.
I ended up in Pudu, watching the marchers and listening to their shouts of "Hidup Rakyat!". When we had to run later, at one point it was tricky to escape and we had to climb a railing at Pudu station. In the huru-hara, the man beside me, instead of just climbing up himself, was yelling to his friend – "Tolong amoi ini dulu!" He seemed more anxious for me than he was for himself, or even I was for myself.
Then it started to rain, and I thought – God Himself has intervened.
Once more, I had brothers who were concerned enough to ask me if I was ok. I followed the crowd and met some young men who had come all the way from Pahang for this. We ended up in front of the Chinese Assembly Hall, where a huge crowd had gathered. The police formed a human barricade, arms crossed, and barbed wire at the entrance of the road just a short distance from the Stadium. A. Samad Said came and talked with the policemen. Such a frail man, but so strong.
We sang Negaraku … and we sang it from the heart.
We dispersed soon after. I heard someone asking others to kutip sampah before we left. Retreating, suddenly part of the crowd broke into a run. There was a big group of police chasing from behind. Just as soon as we wanted to run instinctively, others said jangan lari … bertenang. Relaks saja. And we all calmed down again. It was like that the whole day – anytime there seemed to be a chance for rowdiness or chaos or violence, the people themselves would calm each other down, keep things in check.
Meeting up with my friends who were in the KLCC group, we exchanged stories. My friend Jagadev was at the frontline. He had been hit by teargas seven times that day, and he has a battle wound from where a canister hit his leg. But the bulk of what we spoke of wasn’t of hatred or anger – but a sense of passion, of new hope, and of solidarity as a people.
"It seems we’ve got pretty decent people", I mused as a passing comment. I didn’t know how true it would turn out to be but it was immediately confirmed.
So many stories. My friend, caught in the rain, had a Malay man hand her some papers for her to cover up from the rain.
Hit by the full brunt of the tear gas, Jagad, along with a few others, stopped to help a man who had fallen down. He was heavy, too.
When someone tried to shout, incite others and burn a Patriot t-shirt, the rest immediately stopped him, silenced him and removed him from the group.
We are a decent, civilized people. What we experienced that day - Malaysia.
Later on at dinner with a different group of friends, the conversation was about our nation. This was rare. In the fifteen years I’ve known them, I don’t think we’ve ever talked together about politics, or our nation, or playing a part in it. At least, not like this. But that night, they said to me – because of you guys, we've decided we are going to register to vote.
They too caught the passion. The unggun. They too were upset over how the government had reacted to the rally, and the statement made by the Bersih marchers is loud and clear. I think it was a statement of hope that they caught. Tens of thousands of Malaysians who went out for a better nation. It’s a call that we can no longer disown or detach ourselves from, because we are in no way a lost cause.
In the midst of this conversation with my friends, something amazing happened. Following Bersih stories on Twitter, we talked about how good Malaysians can be … we remembered certain events and openly admitted those from other races who have been kind to us. And we confronted our stereotypes of always painting them a certain way.
A distinct thought came home to me then: Malaysia, I do love you.
That night we said cheers, to a better Malaysia.
By the end of the day, I discovered I referred to the marchers and myself as ‘we’, no longer ‘them’ and ‘I’. It is because we were there together, as Malaysia. We helped each other and cared for each other as Malaysia. There was no political agenda with the people there – I was there, I experienced it and I know it. It was Malaysia, embracing in our hearts and our actions the hope for better government.
What I experienced on the 9th of July is Malaysia. We are decent people, we are a people of quality. Those in power who are selfish or bigots or who try to divide the people – that is not Malaysia, and they are not deserving of Malaysia. Those who try to taint and politicize the beautiful events of that day, are not deserving of Malaysia. We are a people who deserve much more than that.
We came out and proved that yesterday. It has proved to me, to the marchers who were there, to my friends, what Malaysia is.
And so, on 9th July, Malaysia won.
one of the main reasons why i wish i can join the rally, to witness things by my own eyes, not solely from the media (tak kira media apa pun). pengalaman tak pernah berbohong, apa yang disaksikan dgn mata kepala sendiri juga tak pernah berbohong. sementara dunia hari ini, banyak bohongnya, banyak dustanya.
tapi satu perkara yang jelas, nama kerajaan menjadi busuk serata dunia. sayang dan malu sangat. bukan kita nak malukan kerajaan tapi mereka ada pilihan untuk bertindak bijak atau dangkal. sebagai orang kerajaan, saya tumpang malu. oleh itu saya mahu guna kuasa mengundi saya untuk kerajaan yang lebih bagus. tapi saya tak yakin nak undi pos. huhu..adakah kena book tiket balik malaysia lagi? (alasan alasan alasan)
saya masih muda, pengetahuan isu semasa tak seberapa, cetek dan tak layak nak komen. saya baca bahawa demostrasi ini adalah agenda musuh negara/musuh agamaa. saya baca bahawa demonstrasi ini merugikan jutaan ringgit. saya baca bahawa demonstrasi ini demonstrasi aman. saya baca yang demonstrasi ini mempamerkan 1 Malaysia yang sebenarnya. saya baca yang demonstrasi ini mendatangkan huru-hara lalu memberi peluang untuk pihak luar masuk campur. saya baca macam-macam pendapat ulama' dan pimpinan gerakan islam.
apa pun yang saya baca, pro atau kontra, saya percaya di satu sisi lain, demo ini telah menang dengan berjaya menunjukkan wajah sebenar kerajaan, demo ini telah menunjukkan malaysians do have voices, and they got strong voices. demo ini menunjukkan rakyat malaysia berbilang kaum masih boleh bersatu demi satu tujuan. kemenangan demonstrasi kali ini adalah kemenangan rakyat!video yang berjaya buat saya nangis. rakyat malaysia masih banyak sisi positifnya. if only pucuk pimpinan menekankan pembinaan peribadi mulia untuk setiap masyarakat. kalaulah agama Islam menjadi teras pimpinan Malaysia, kita tak akan lihat demonstrasi ini dan kita akan lihat jemaah lebih ramai daripada jemaah Bersih ini di masjid, bersolat subuh secara berjemaah. then only tak ada musuh boleh tembus negara kita walau apa konspirasi pun yang mereka mainkan.
Friday, July 8, 2011
malaysiaku~
agak-agak ade polis tangkap saya tak bila kat blog ni ade gambar kaler tempoyak ni?
Thursday, July 7, 2011
bila ideologi berbeza
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
ketika muslimah jatuh cinta
Ustazah jatuh Cinta?
Tiada yang pelik, mereka juga adalah manusia.
Bukankah cinta itu adalah fitrah manusia?
Tapi layakkah ustazah jatuh cinta?
Mereka juga punya hati dan rasa.
Tetapi tahukah kalian betapa berbezanya mereka ketika cinta seorang lelaki menyapa hatinya? Tiada senyuman bahagia, tiada rona malu di wajah, tiada perasaan suka di dada. Namun sebaliknya.
Ketika ustazah jatuh cinta, yang mereka rasakan adalah penyesalan yang amat sangat, atas sebuah hijab yang tersingkap. Ketika lelaki yang tak halal baginya, bergelayut dalam alam fikirannya, yang mereka rasakan adalah ketakutan yang begitu besar akan cinta yang tidak lagi suci
Ketika rasa rindu mulai bermain di hatinya, yang mereka rasakan adalah kesedihan yang tak terperi akan sebuah rasa yang tak semestinya. Tak ada senyum bahagia, tak ada rona malu. Yang ada adalah malam-malam yang dipenuhi air mata penyesalan atas cinta-Nya yang ternodai. Yang ada adalah kegelisahan, kerana rasa yang salah arah. Yang ada adalah penderitaan akan hati yang mulai sakit.
Ketika ustazah jatuh cinta, bukan harapan untuk bertemu yang mereka nantikan, tapi yang ada adalah rasa ingin menghindar dan menjauh dari orang tersebut. Tiada kata-kata cinta dan rayuan. Yang ada adalah kekhuatiran yang amat sangat, akan hati yang mulai merindukan lelaki yang belum halal ataupun mungkin yang tak akan pernah halal baginya.
Ketika mereka jatuh cinta, maka perhatikanlah, kegelisahan di hatinya yang tidak mampu lagi memberikan ketenangan di wajahnya yang dulu teduh. Mereka akan terus berusaha mematikan rasa itu bagaimanapun caranya. Bahkan jika cinta dia harus menghilang, maka itu pun akan dilakukan.
Alangkah kasihannya jika ustazah jatuh cinta, kerana yang ada adalah penderitaan. Tetapi saudari, bersabarlah. Jadikan ini ujian dari Rabbmu. Matikan rasa itu secepatnya. Pasang tembok pembatas antara kau dan dia. Pasangkan duri dalam hatimu, agar rasa itu tidak tumbuh bersemai. Cuci dengan air mata penyesalan akan hijab yang sempat tersingkap. Putarkan balik kemudi hatimu, agar rasa itu tetap terarah hanya padaNya. Pupuskan rasa rindu padanya dan kembalikan dalam hatimu rasa rindu akan cinta Rabbmu.
Saudari, janganlah khuatir kau akan kehilangan cintanya. Kerana jika memang kalian ditakdirkan bersama, maka tak akan ada yang dapat mencegah kalian bersatu. Tetapi ketahuilah, bagaimana pun usaha kalian untuk bersatu, jika Allah tidak menghendakinya, maka tidak akan boleh kalian bersatu.
Saudari, bersabarlah. Biarkan Allah yang mengaturnya. Maka yakinlah, semuanya akan baik-baik sahaja. Semuanya akan indah pada waktunya.
Sumber: Apabila Ustazah Jatuh Cinta | Paradigma MUKMIN http://akuislam.com/blog/renungan/bila-ustazah-jatuh-cinta/#ixzz1RFJB898b