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bismillah.

hari tu saya dan buah hati saya pergi ke XX untuk uruskan satu hal ni *fuyohh busynyee* lepas dah settle, kami bergerak ke klinik haiwan. kenapa?

sebab buah hati saya semua dah jadi mak angkat sorang anak kucing kat kolej tu. ya, seorang. sebab semua layan dia macam anak sendiri. nak tau nama dia? namanya..


ZAHRAH !

mana taknye kitorang anggap dia macam manusia? macam anak sendiri? ngehngeh
*mak zahrah, kalau saya salah eja nama minta ampun ya?

kesian zahrah. dia terpaksa berpuasa sebab stok susu dia dah habis. *sobsob* 


sesampainya kat klinik haiwan tu, dua orang buah hati saya, meninggalkan saya dan sorang buah hati saya dalam kereta. kami berbual sebentar. tiba-tiba,

buah hati : lahhh saya tak nampak dia punya rokok tu. ingatkan dia baca paper je (sambil menunjuk kat sorang lelaki kat tepi klinik tu)
saya          : eh, ha'ah la. pandai dia sorok.
buah hati : tulah. saya pun nampak sebab dia buat asap rokok macam 'ring' tu (sambil buat gaya)
saya          : saya harap adik saya tak merokok. ape bestnye merokok eh? saya tak fahamla.
(short pause)
buah hati  : hmm maybe orang yang merokok je kot rasa best.dia je tau ape rasa dia.
saya          : macam kitalah! so macam mana pulak dengan yang berhenti merokok?
buah hati  : dia dah jumpa something yang lebih best daripada rokok tu, sebab tu dia tinggalkan.

saya tersenyum lagi.

Nah, ibrah datang dari seorang perokok. Kita metaforakan rokok itu dengan tarbiyyah.

Bila kita kenal Islam, kita rasa best dan tak mahu tinggalkannya. Dan bila kita jumpa tarbiyyah, sesuatu yang lebih besstttttttt dari Islam, kita mahu usahakan untuk yang lebih baik itu. Dan kita mahu tinggalkan Islam yang kita kenal secara rigid, untuk mendalami tarbiyyah yang lebih meresap dalam jiwa itu *hoyeah!!*



Buat sesiapa yang masih belum kenal tarbiyyah, ayuh cari wasilah untuk mengenalnya! Saya jamin tak rugi insyaAllah. sebab dalam banyak-banyak benda best kat dunia ni, mesti ada benda yang LEBIHHHH BEST! dan salah satunya yang saya kenal ialah tarbiyyah. DAN IA SANGAT BEST!

(cuba kira dah berapa kali saya cakap 'best'? )

Saya tabikk spring kat buah hati saya ni. Dia pandai melihat alam dan mencari ibrahnya. Haa, ni hasil dari tarbiyyah tahu?

Syukran ya Allah, masih beri aku hati untuk merasa manisnya Islam.


currently searching for my imaan

  • jangan tutup mata dan hati dari dunia. you'll never know what kind of things or people teaches you



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