Alhamdulillah Alhamdulillah Alhamdulillah.
diberi kesempatan menjadi kutu embun.

I feel that my tulang belulang is falling off.
but they make me smile.
actually, You, made me smile.

Thank you Allah. ^.^

It's only for You.

i'd like to cut my heart out
and place it gently in a beautiful box
with sparkles and colourful decors
and a lid attached on top.

and there, my heart would lie
calm and peaceful it shall be
beating softly in a pleasant rhythm
waiting for the moment,
for it to be unraveled.

I wrap the box over again,
with shiny strands of red ribbon,
hoping to show my affection,
also serving as a protection,
from all the wonderful temporary attractions.

and constantly I pray, I pray and I pray,
so the box will remain hard and strong,
to combat the abounding tools of the thieves,
secluding it from the whispers of 'shaitoooon'.

as I find my way to His door,
using His written map as a guide,
I pray that my small gift would be accepted,
by Him, the most Loving of all,
Allah, my one and only Lord.

Amin.



p/s: ya Muqallibal Qulub, thabits qulubana ala dinik, wa ala thoatik.

Allah..
di saat stress..kita menyebut..Allah..
bila dah habis stress pun kita menyebut..Allah..

Allah..
kerana daripada Allah segalanya datang
dan kepada-Nyalah kita akan kembali..
innalillahi wa inna ilaihi rajiun..

Allah..
segalanya untuk Allah insyaAllah..
bila penat..ingat Allah..
bila senang pun ingat Allah..

Allah..
semalam baca psl Hadith 4.
oh, sungguh takut.

bismillah

assalamualykum ya asdiqai,
kaifa halukum? bikhair? Alhamdulillah.
maza fa'altukum al-aan?

ok. that's it. better stop before i ruin it further. it's quite dissapointing to see what has become of my Arabic. to think that one time ust zamri told me to write to him to tell him how far i've come with learning Arabic after he moved to somewhere Utagha. al-ilmu bila amalin kassyajaratu bila thamarin. from one perspective, since I have been neglecting my Arabic for how many years now, i cannot reap the benefits from it. so who's to blame? sobs..have to start asking Adah to teach me more Arabic. heh.

okay, let's stop with this self loathing and move on to another topic. wee~ had a chat with mama. haha. hm. always is a relief to pour out my feelings to 'the mom'. hoho. so i told her i might need to go out a bit this summer hols. she laughed and told me that's fine. which was a surrrrrprise..since i'm supposed to take care of peanut when he arrives on earth insyaAllah. but well, she did say to balance my time at home as well.

so now, with all this prospect of a somewhat clear future ahead, if you get what i mean, i'm wondering have i prepared myself enough?

ah~ right now i might need to pay someone to point some kind of dangerous equipment at me to force me to study. sorry no points if you've guessed it correctly. yes, my exams is in 2 days time and i'm finding reasons not to put my head in the books thus the neverending ramblings.

ya Allah please forgive this servant of Yours who rambles a lot in times of distress. please make me among those who have loooooooonggg attention spans to study. and also among those who always remembers You and strives for Your blessings. insyaAllah Amin.

please. do not change your thoughts on me. yes. i still do want to become a doctor and design my own camp site.

ok. break time over.


p/s: well actually, having some sharp object pointing towards them is exactly what the Palestinians are going through. may Allah give them strength and might it be our motivation to strive harder, insyaAllah.

teringin jd budak kampung. mmg budak kg pun. Kampung Bangi. kawasan yg dah x berapa kg kot skrg. perubahan oh.

kawasan dah berubah, maka, orangnya mcm mana pula?

x perlu baca.

baik. cukup dengan homesick. mari berusaha! :D

p/s: blog ni semakin personal. x suka. tp malas nak hand write dlm diary. heh.

life is not as easy as flying on an aeroplane.
infact, living is flying the aeroplane itself. with the ups and downs. the smiles and frowns. the trials and tribulations. the pleasures and satisfactions.

and I love you. I love you for trying. because when you try, you're giving me hope as well.
:D

so don't be afraid to fly.
but don't forget to prepare your fuel as well. because the flight is long, and you can't risk being out of oil. or else the plane won't move. worse, it might dip down and crash.
and you won't be able to reach your destination. because you were too brash.

Nauzubillah min zalik.

so don't forget to strap on your seat belts and fasten them tight. and make sure that your co pilot is also at sight. ensuring that the other passengers feel safe. by creating a big smile and giving them a wave.
because Allah made us to live with each other. to love one another. when there's turbulence to calm them down. and if there's danger ahead, to never leave them behind.


p/s: cuba utk memahami kehalusan jiwa manusia. which i am still failing. sobs.

A confession

I'm finally in love!!!

In love..
with this path
and the people in it.

yaAllah please make me among those who are not only hoping and dreaming but working till my last drop of blood.

oh Allah. there is no strength other than what you have provided us. Please guide us through. Amin ya Rabb.

Thoughts of interest

bismillah.

Alhamdulillah, Alhamdulillah, Alhamdulillah.

okay, while waiting to get my dinner outside I might as well just write some things that was running through my mind in the shower.

when I was small. I wanted to become a librarian. then i wanted to become a cashier. why, because of the cash machine they used seems very fascinating to me. the noise from the buttons were so tempting that i was em, okay, so maybe what I really wanted wasn't that clear yet. of course, this was when I was 7 years? hm..so long that I can't remember.

then I was a bit grown up. and so I wanted to become an MD because of the humanitarian and the satisfaction from the job and the fact that it serves as a reminder for death and all sorts of nikmat that you have been gifted with blablabla....

then I came to love arts. and I was undecided whether to become an interior designer or MD. so I had the ambition to open an arts shop next to my own clinic. heheh.

so now, i might leave that ambition aside since I already have a new one.

I want to open and design my own camp site!!!! so nak buat program byk2 pun senang. and of course more convenient since it can be tailored to our own needs. providing a more Islamic setting. a proper ablution area so that the toilet floors won't be all muddy and flooded with water. a proper 'tirai' in the middle so that the hall won't look so much like a refugee camp with all the cloths hanging on a single line, using hair clips as pegs. heheh though it is amusing and sometimes funny to see. it shows so much. that more is required from us. this is not enough and we shouldn't be satisfied with this yet.

so starting with myself, silalah belajar bersungguh sedikit. to get the degree and get a job first get some money. hokeyy?
as they say, money moves the world around. <- westerners la, we believe in Allah of course.
p/s: and this camp site would probably be not so far from my clinic. heheh which i would like to design too if possible. >.< insyaAllah

Astaghrifullah Astaghfirullah Astaghfirullah.

(Post SC)

baiklah. saya rindu yang bertudung purple itu. yang selalu bawa kami ice skating. yang kata jd lone ranger tu xpe. yg xnak org cina je pandai ice skating dan melukis. yg semakin hari semakin tua. 0_o

semoga Allah membalas jasanya, meredhainya, memeliharanya dan memanjangkan usianya dlm iman dan amal. Amin.

perhatian: ini zaman muda remaja. (2005 kot) sila jgn ketawa.