Luka ini Akan Terus Berdarah

aku masih berdiri di sini

teguh merencana perjuangan diri

peluh dan darah menjadi saksi

perjuangan ini yang tiada henti

aku masih lagi di sini

menggenggam azam penuh jitu

bumi ini akan suatu hari nanti bersatu

kembali bebas ke alaf baru

merah

sungai ini masih merah

bermandikan darah syuhada'

angkanya kian menimbun

setinggi semangat aku

sudah bertahun aku bersulam duka

hari-hariku tidak terduga

luka semalam masih berdarah

namun hari ini aku terus melangkah

pagi ini aku teguh berdiri

menadah tangan buat Ilahi

harapan ini takkan pernah luntur

satu hari nanti Israel akan hancur

aku di sini akan terus menapak

hari esok ada janji baru

andainya bukan esok yang dijanji

pasti satu hari nanti dunia derita ini akan terhenti

abang

kakak

aku di sini masih menantimu

sedarlah aku menunggumu

usah kau bersenang mencari dunia

sedangkan adikmu ini bertarung nyawa dan jiwa

aku akan terus menunggu

syabab terbilang bakal amirul mukminin

mungkin jua akulah syabab yang dicari

tapi aku akan tetap menantimu

hari esok tak siapa yang tahu

bukan kau, bukan jua aku

namun andai esok kau masih dibelenggu

luka di benakku ini akan terus berdarah

bangkitlah pemuda

Palestin perlukanmu

Comments

It's The End of The Race

bismillah. It's the night of 29th Ramadhan. The race is at its end. And how do I feel about it? Sad. Deeply, extremely sad. I hardly meet Ramadhan. Once a year. And for many years, I spent the days Ramadhan was here by just letting it pass by. This is one of the years where I truly devote myself in meeting Ramadhan, yet I feel it didn't change me. I didn't change. My fingers are literally trembling of the fact that.. I might not even see Ramadhan again. I am so overwhelmed. My heart is almost bursting of sadness. I might finish this race, but I don't know if I'm winning. And for the times I tried, well, He's the Only One to judge me. And I pray that this month has made me stronger within. Probably. Maybe. InshaAllah This is my last night with Ramadhan insyaAllah. I hope this possibly last date will last a lifetime. Cause I don't know if I have that long. I might not even see tomorrow. Or even finish my date tonigh

Happy Birthday To Me! Is it?

Bismillah. 20 April 2012 Hari ni ada BBQ Muslimah kat Masjid BBST. Seronok. Hari ni, body dan roh dapat makanan masing-masing alhamdulillah. :) Malam kami makan tu, makan ramai-ramai dalam dulang. Best woo! Tiba-tiba, sorang akak ni seru, "Attention! Akak nak panggil dua orang ni, sebab dorang ada buat salah dengan akak," then nama mereka pun disebut. Tipikal. Biasa waktu program-program macam ni, kalau ada yang cakap macam tu mesti nak sambut befday. Semua orang bergembira, happy, bergelak ketawa. Buat sesiapa yang tak dapat rasa ke-best-an makan dalam dulang ni, sila rasainya sendiri ya :) Tiba-tiba, tengah akak-akak yang 'bersalah' tu dipanggil ke depan, sorang buah hati saya jerit dari depan (saya makan kat belakang) Dia (1) : Azneen! Azneen! Cepat pergi depan ni! Saya : Hah? Buat ape? Dia (1) : Eleh, buat-buat tak tahu pulak. (sengih lebar) Saya pun buat-buat tak tahu, dan terus nyanyi. (wah, nyanyi kat masjid tu. tak senonoh betu

The Results are OUT!

bismillah. It's a wonderful day. Today is the day I get my A-Level results. Yippie! It is however, due to my psychicness, that I won't carve a smile on my parents face. Had that feeling in my gut since July. It's a feeling of, discomfort. And nothing can shake it off. I'd like to say a lot here. About what happened to me since that particular July. But I'd end up whining things I shouldn't. Better save it for someone better to listen to. And to not-my-surprise, my results were under par. And I am not sad. At all. Well, maybe a little, but no mental breakdown whatsoever. This, however, never happened to me. I never went into an exam, and NOT pass. Never. Not the UPSR. Not PMR. Not SPM. *not trying to boast here* And this is the first. And I gotta tell ya. It doesn't hurt so bad. I've seen many of my friends went nuts and cry a lot after their results didn't come out as good as others. And I didn't know what to do, th

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