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Nilai Sebenar DUIT

BISMILLAHIRRAHMANIRRAHIM

Zaman sekarang ni, tak sah kalau dalam poket takde duit. Apa tu, orang kata..
Money makes the world go around?

Percaya ke korang dengan statement tu? Betul eh ayat ni?

Korang ingat tak dengan zaman apa entah kita belajar dulu, ada sistem barter. Ayam tukar dengan kapur barus la hape la. Pastu direvolusikan ke zaman mata wang emas la semua tu. (saya tak ingat sangat sejarah :p)

Sekarang ni pun, duit tu ditukar secara barter tau. Kertas sama kertas.

NO VALUE!

Menyedihkan, tapi itulah hakikatnya. Ke masih nak berdiri teguh dengan nilai duit tu? Duit yang kita ada sekarang, is merely paper with numbers printed on it. Tapi, betapa telah tertanamnya fikiran yang duit tu segalanya, sampaikan, kalau kita di-offer sejuta ringgit, sanggup buat ape aje. Kalau kita ada SATU JUTA RINGGIT dalam tangan, dan diminta untuk kumpulkannya di suatu tempat dan kemudiannya dibakar, MESTI kita rasa marah dan sedih kan?

(saya guna kita lah. sebab saya pun tak jamin saya takkan berperasaan macam ni kalau saat saya di tempat tu)

Umat sekarang ni dah disogok dengan doktrin harta itu segalanya, sampaikan kita lupa..
FITRAH JIHAD KITA

Sanggup ke kita lihat umat islam jatuh kerana harta? sebagaimana yang berlaku tika perang Uhud berlaku? Tidak sedarkah kita, yang kita kembali ke zaman Jahiliyah lampau? TAK SEDIH KE?

Sanggup kita letakkan nilai ISLAM tu di tempat yang rendah.. sedangkan ia sepatutnya dijulang tinggi?

Duit tu, tak membawa kita ke mana pun kat akhirat nanti. HATTA, tak dapat nak bayar tiket masuk syurga pun. Ingat kumpul harta banyak-banyak boleh rasuah malaikat Ridhuan untuk kasi kita even jenguk syurga ke?
Sorry to say beb.
Pernah satu ketika saat saya dirundung masalah, saya keluar dengan impian nak cari ketenangan Allah. Saya keluar berjalan ke kedai supermarket terdekat, nak beli sikit barang rumah. Dalam poket ada bawa beberapa puluh ringgit di telinga disumbat dengan earphone, lagu lagha. (okay, not a good example)

Dah sampai kat kedai tu, dah nak bayar, saya cek duit takut tak cukup. TAPI POKET SAYA KOSONG!
NO MONEY!


Saya jadi buntu. Setiap lima langkah saya cek duit dalam poket saya. Cuma dalam 200m terakhir tu saya dah tak cek dah. Pelik. Masa tu abang cashier dah tanya, saya cakapla duit saya hilang. Dia tolong carikan sementara saya balik ke kolej amik duit lain.

Penat? Ya. Sepanjang jalan saya tengok kot-kot duit tercicir, tapi takde. Lepas bayar, saya pun bergerak balik. Then saya tanya ada abang jual burger kat luar supermarket tu, ada nampak ke duit saya. Dia kata takde. Saya pun teruskan berjalan pulang. Tiba-tiba mata saya berair. Saya berfikir sekejap, 'Kenapa aku nangis ni?!'

Then saya rasa tak worth it nye untuk menangis sebab duit. Saya dah berpenat-penat jalan dan berlari, hanya untuk duit? Saya jadi malu dengan diri sendiri. Marah pun ada. Kalaulah disuruh berjihad, entah saya sesemangat tu ke tak. Dan balik tu saya tetap tersenyum, sebab saya nampak kenapa Allah uji saya sebegitu sekali. Alhamdulillah ya Allah.

So, guys, think about it. Which is more important..

MONEY
or
JIHAD
?
Whichever decision you choose will reflect on how you spent your life, insyaAllah. No right or wrong answers. but if you really know Allah, then you will know which is the better choice.

Yang khilaf itu milikku.

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