Musafir Biru

bismillah. I was writing about something else, but came across this video as I was browsing my facebook. And I just HAD to post it. What's important is not his name, but his story. I cried. It's been days, in fact, weeks, since I last cried. It worries me, that all these while I've been pulling strings to memorise the Quran, I was too distracted to see that I have been losing time to REALLY understand the Quran. My memory weakens by the hour, yet I did nothing to try and make the aayahs and verses stick to my heart. Nothing. And this boy, sacrificed his time, to learn the Quran by heart. And what touched me most, is the reason why he did not want Allah to give back his sight. Now, what's MY excuse?

bismillah. I was on my way home last night. The bus arrived at the station at about 9 pm, and my brother and I headed to the train heading home. We took two trains to get to our housing area, and by the time we got into the second train, I saw a sight that caught my attention. I saw two mute girls 'talking' to each other. Ignore the picture. * giggle They were standing at the middle of the coach, and I was at the end. It was interesting, and brought back some memories. I used to have a great friend. She's mute. So is her other 4 siblings. Both her parents and two other siblings are normal. I can't quite recall on when our friendship started, but I sure remember when it ended. It was when we were still in primary school. We go to different schools, nothing in common. But a friend of mine was her cousin. So, whenever we spent time playing, she would come by sometimes. Until one day, I finally asked my friend to introduce us. Cause I have NO id

bismillah. tadi baru terbaca note 'pendek' yang sister saya hadiahkan kat desktop saya beberapa bulan lepas. dah lama jugak saya hidekan note tu. sebak setiap kali baca. sister saya pesan dalam note tu.. awak,untuk kite terus tsabat ats jalan nie, kite kne ade satu matlamat yg mampu menguatkn kite kalau satu hari nnt kite tak kuat..awak,kalau ada mslh,share la..jgn simpan sorg2 sbb apa gune Allah kurniakn kite akhwat..kite bukannye setakat buat kerja sama2 tapi semua benda sama2 termasuk lah maslah study ke apa ke...takkn lah kite share psl dkwah je..padahal dkwh tu kn kehidupan...awk kne ade trust pada anak2 buah awk klu awk nk diorg thiqah ngn awk.. em, masa dia bagi saya note ni, saya dan buah hati sedang berprogram. dia dari jauh datang untuk jenguk kami buat kerja. * so shweet well, thing about THIS particular part of the note is that she insisted that I open up to my buah hati. I have no problem about that at all. I thought, yeah I can do that. If t

bismillah. fuhh~ berhabuk lagi page ini. konon sibuk huhuu. okay, disebabkan buat masa ni, blog ini adalah medium saya untuk berbicara dan umm..say what i need, saya nak teruskan menulis lah. biarlah tiada pembaca sekalipun, tapi saya usaha kan? YOSH! and I am making a comeback withhhhh... UKHUWWAH LEMAU *applause please Entah dikira comeback atau tak. But I gotta say this. I just have to. Maybe tak bombastik, tapi I HAVE TO. *okay. quit fooling around. You know, bila kita get back to our senses, mula kenal Allah balik, the feeling was.. ahh~ what you call it? INTENSE Yeah, I guess it fits. Intense. Ia adalah perasaan di mana anda jatuh cinta kembali. Segalanya yang anda pandang, rasa, bau, pijak.. semuanya ada rasa cinta tu. Membuai anda hingga jatuh ke dalam lembah cinta Ilahi yang tak berpenghujung. (wah!) I AM NOT KIDDING. Try have a bite off da'wa & tarbiyyah, and you WILL experience this. Ini bukan rasa cinta yang dicipta untuk oran

sudah berhari dada ini berkocak entah apa yang menggoncangnya hebat begitu terasa hingga seakan mahu pecah air mata seolah bertakung namun tiada mengalir yang tersimpan ini serasa hampir tak tertanggung lagi dan aku kembali kebingungan buntu. kita menjauh dalam hati rindu ini dah tak lagi terbendung aku ingin memegang tanganmu berjalan seiringan seperti dahulu aku ingin memeluk bahumu semesra yang kita pernah dulu aku ingin kita jadi satu macam kita dulu-dulu ke sana ke mari sentiasa bersatu tak pernah terpisah, atau menjauh tapi dosa aku terlampau menggunung tingginya dan kita makin jauh jauh melepaskan genggaman yang dulunya erat dan aku terus menghilang menghilang dalam kesunyian menghilang dalam kesepian menghilang dalam sendirian uzlah bersama Dia sentiasa menenangkan tapi rindu ini buat aku berantakan aku tak lagi mampu jadi ukhti yang diimpikan langkah payah dan berat tapi aku mahu teruskan perjalanan kita berdua, kerana Allah mahuka