Sunday, 26 August 2012


in the name of Allah, the Most Gracious the Most Merciful
peace be upon u and hi peeps (^_~)

i read this on facebook.. i found it interesting and i would like to share it here.. happy reading :)

This is a true story about a man named Rashed. He tells his story as follows…

I was not more than thirty years old when my wife gave birth to my first child. I still remember that night.

I had stayed out all night long with my friends, as was my habit. It was a night filled with useless talk, and worse, with backbiting, gossiping, and making fun of people. I was mostly the one who made people laugh; I would mock others and my friends would laugh and laugh. I remember on that night that I’d made them laugh a lot. I had an amazing ability to imitate others – I could change the sound of my voice until I sounded exactly like the person I was mocking. No one was safe from my biting mockery, even my friends; some people started avoiding me just to be safe from my tongue. I remember on that night, I had made fun of a blind man who I’d seen begging in the market. What was worse, I had put my foot out in front him – he tripped and fell, and started turning his head around, not knowing what to say.

I went back to my house, late as usual, and I found my wife waiting for me. She was in a terrible state, and said in a quivering voice, “Rashed… where were you?”

“Where would I be, on Mars?” I said sarcastically, “With my friends of course.”

She was visibly exhausted, and holding back tears, she said, “Rashed, I’m so tired. It seems the baby is going to come soon.” A silent tear fell on her cheek.

I felt that I had neglected my wife. I should have taken care of her and not stayed out so much all those nights… especially since she was in her ninth month. I quickly took her to the hospital; she went into the delivery room, and suffered through long hours of pain.

I waited patiently for her to give birth… but her delivery was difficult, and I waited a long time until I got tired. So I went home and left my phone number with the hospital so they could call with the good news. An hour later, they called me to congratulate me on the birth of Salem. I went to the hospital immediately. As soon as they saw me, they asked me to go see the doctor who had overlooked my wife’s delivery.

“What doctor?” I cried out, “I just want to see my son Salem!”

“First go see the doctor,” they said.

I went to the doctor, and she started talking to me about trials, and about being satisfied with Allah’s decree. Then she said, “Your son has a serious deformity in his eyes, and it seems that he has no vision.” I lowered my head while I fought back tears… I remembered that blind man begging in the market who I’d tripped and made others laugh at.

Subhan Allah, you get what you give! I stayed brooding quietly for a while… I didn’t know what to say. Then I remembered by wife and son. I thanked the doctor for her kindness, and went to go see my wife. My wife wasn’t sad. She believed in the decree of Allah… she was content… How often had she advised me to stop mocking people! “Don’t backbite people,” she always used to repeat… We left the hospital, and Salem came with us.

In reality, I didn’t pay much attention to him. I pretended that he wasn’t in the house with us. When he started crying loudly, I’d escape to the living room to sleep there. My wife took good care of him, and loved him a lot. As for myself, I didn’t hate him, but I couldn’t love him either.

Salem grew. He started to crawl, and had a strange way of crawling. When he was almost one year old, he started trying to walk, and we discovered that he was crippled. I felt like he was an even greater burden on me. After him, my wife gave birth to Umar and Khaled. The years passed, and Salem grew, and his brothers grew. I never liked to sit at home, I was always out with my friends… in reality, I was like a plaything at their disposal [entertaining them whenever they wanted].

My wife never gave up on my reform. She always made du’aa for my guidance. She never got angry with my reckless behavior, but she would get really sad if she saw me neglecting Salem and paying attention to the rest of his brothers. Salem grew, and my worries grew with him. I didn’t mind when my wife asked to enroll him in a special school for the handicapped.

I didn’t really feel the passing of the years. My days were all the same. Work and sleep and food and staying out with friends. One Friday, I woke up at 11 am. This was early for me. I was invited to a gathering, so I got dressed and perfumed, and was about to go out. I passed by our living room, and was startled by the sight of Salem – he was sobbing! This was the first time I had noticed Salem crying since he was a baby. Ten years had passed, and I hadn’t paid attention to him. I tried to ignore him now, but I couldn’t take it… I heard him calling out to his mother while I was in the room. I turned towards him, and went closer. “Salem! Why are you crying?” I asked.

When he heard my voice, he stopped crying. Then when he realized how close I was, he started feeling around him with his small hands. What was wrong with him? I discovered that he was trying to move away from me! It was as if he was saying, “Now, you’ve decided to notice me? Where have you been for the last ten years?” I followed him… he had gone into his room. At first, he refused to tell me why he’d been crying. I tried to be gentle with him… Salem started to tell me why he’d been crying, while I listened and trembled.

Do you know what the reason was?! His brother Umar, the one who used to take him to the masjid, was late. And because it was Jumu’ah prayer, Salem was afraid he wouldn’t find a place in the first row. He called out to Umar… and he called out to his mother… but nobody answered, so he cried. I sat there looking at the tears flowing from his blind eyes. I couldn’t bear the rest of his words. I put my hand over his mouth and said, “Is this why you were crying, Salem!”

“Yes,” he said.

I forgot about my friends, I forgot about the gathering, and I said, “Don’t be sad, Salem. Do you know who’s going to take you to the masjid today?”

“Umar, of course,” he said, “… but he’s always late.”

“No,” I said, “I’m going to take you.”

Salem was shocked… he couldn’t believe it. He thought I was mocking him. His tears came and he started crying. I wiped his tears with my hand and then took hold of his hand. I wanted to take him to the masjid by car. He refused and said, “The masjid is near… I want to walk there.” Yes, by Allah, he said this to me.

I couldn’t remember when the last time I had entered the masjid was, but it was the first time I felt fear and regret for what I’d neglected in the long years that had passed. The masjid was filled with worshippers, but I still found a place for Salem in the first row. We listened to the Jumu’ah khutbah together, and he prayed next to me. But really, I was the one praying next to him.

After the prayer, Salem asked me for a musHaf. I was surprised! How was he going to read when he was blind? I almost ignored his request, but I decided to humor him out of fear of hurting his feelings. I passed him a musHaf. He asked me to open the musHaf to Surat al-Kahf. I started flipping through the pages and looking through the index until I found it. He took the musHaf from me, put it in front of him, and started reading the Surah… with his eyes closed… ya Allah! He had the whole Surah memorized.

I was ashamed of myself. I picked up a musHaf… I felt my limbs tremble… I read and I read. I asked Allah to forgive me and to guide me. I couldn’t take it… I started crying like a child. There were still some people in the masjid praying sunnah… I was embarrassed by their presence, so I tried to hold my tears. My crying turned into whimpering and long, sobbing breaths. The only thing I felt was a small hand reaching out to my face, and then wiping the tears away. It was Salem! I pulled him to my chest… I looked at him. I said to myself… you’re not the blind one, but I am, for having drifted after immoral people who were pulling me to hellfire. We went back home. My wife was extremely worried about Salem, but her worry turned into tears [of joy] when she found out I had prayed Jumu’ah with Salem.

From that day on, I never missed the congregational prayer in the masjid. I left my bad friends… and I made righteous friends among people I met at the masjid. I tasted the sweetness of iman with them. I learned things from them that distracted me from this world. I never missed out on gatherings of remembrance [halaqas], or on the witr prayer. I recited the entire Qur’an, several times, in one month. I moistened my tongue with the remembrance of Allah, that He might forgive my backbiting and mocking of the people. I felt closer to my family. The looks of fear and pity that had occupied my wife’s eyes disappeared. A smile now never parted from the face of my son Salem. Anyone who saw him would have felt that he owned the world and everything in it. I praised and thanked Allah a lot for His blessings.

One day, my righteous friends decided to go to a far away location for da’wah. I hesitated about going. I prayed istikharah, and consulted with my wife. I thought she would refuse… but the opposite happened! She was extremely happy, and even encouraged me… because in the past, she had seen me traveling without consulting her, for the purpose of sin and evil. I went to Salem, and told him I would be traveling. With tears, he wrapped me up in his small arms…

I was away from home for three and a half months. In that period, whenever I got a chance, I called my wife and talked to my children. I missed them so much… and oh, how I missed Salem! I wanted to hear his voice… he was the only one who hadn’t talked to me since I’d traveled. He was either at school or at the masjid whenever I called them.

Whenever I would tell my wife how much I missed him, she would laugh happily, joyfully, except for the last time I called her. I didn’t hear her expected laugh. Her voice changed. I said to her, “Give my salam to Salem,” and she said, “Insha’Allah,” and was quiet.

At last, I went back home. I knocked on the door. I hoped that it was Salem who would open up for me, but was surprised to find my son Khaled, who was not more than four years old. I picked him up in my arms while he squealed, “Baba! Baba!” I don’t know why my heart tensed when I entered the house.

I sought refuge in Allah from the accursed shaytan… I approached my wife… her face was different. As if she was pretending to be happy. I inspected her closely then said, “What’s wrong with you?” “Nothing,” she said. Suddenly, I remembered Salem. “Where’s Salem?” I asked. She lowered her head. She didn’t answer. Hot tears fell on her cheeks. “Salem! Where’s Salem?” I cried out.

At that moment, I only heard the sound of my son Khaled talking in his own way, saying, “Baba… Thalem went to pawadise… with Allah…”

My wife couldn’t take it. She broke down crying. She almost fell to the floor, and left the room. Later, I found out that Salem had contracted a fever two weeks before I’d returned, so my wife took him to the hospital… the fever got more and more severe, and didn’t leave him… until his soul left his body…

And if this earth closes in on you in spite of its vastness, and your soul closes is on you because of what it’s carrying… call out, “Oh Allah!” If solutions run out, and paths are constricted, and ropes are cut off, and your hopes are no more… call out, “Oh Allah.” Allah wished to guide Salem’s father on the hands of Salem, before Salem’s death. How merciful is Allah!

raya oh raya #2

in the name of Allah, the Most Gracious the Most Merciful
peace be upon u and hi peeps (^_~)

still in raya mode? happy raya then.. we have one month to celebrate hari raya, so don't be too greedy to visit all the houses in just one day. I swear u might die from exhaustiveness..! chill and cool down peeps..!

i too celebrate raya for the whole one month..! therefore, based on that ground, i decided to follow my ex-schoolmates to go beraya and visit my seniors and also my long-no-meet friends.. i was the driver and i brought along my sister as she said she was bored to faint to stay at home.. i picked up wan, nana and ika before we went to mimi's house.

we had our breakfast there. actually i didn't plan to go to nabilah's (nab) house in Seberang Perai.. but i decided to follow them as we have not seen each other for quite a while. Mak gave 'green light' and i grinned. Next stop was my senior's house, Kak Asbah. Had koew teow goreng and laksa there. We also met p-nut, shett and wani. It was like a small reunion and we laughed hard,, bila dah berjumpa balik ni, semua kenangan masa sekolah ingat semula.. sumpah wei, we laughed like crazy people..

with three cars we convoyed to nab's house. This was when a tragedy happened to me.. oohh mmmyyyy CAMRY..! i HENTAM belakang CA MRY wei..! i was lucky because i didn't CIUM mercedes sebelah kiri.. kalau tidak, lagi rabak duit...! this why mak always say "jangan dok seronok sangat, satgi menangis plak.." i didn't cry but my pocket cried.. lesap habis duit nak pergi Cameron..

it was my fault, because i was in a wrong lane. Fortunately, that guy didn't get mad at me.. i had a short conversation with him-->

me : teruk ke encik? (while looking at the spot i hit)
en N : eem.. calar ni.. (sambil belek tempat tu)
me : macam mana ni encik?
en N  : awak bagi saya no awak, nanti lepas check saya bagitahu
me : ok encik
en N  : awak student lagi ke?
me : a'ah, UiTM Shah Alam
en N  : awak nak kemana ni? saya rasa saya dah kedepan tapi tiba-tiba rasa macam org langgar
me : saya nak ke Seberang ni.. saya sepatutnya ambil line kanan tapi tak boleh masuk sebab kereta lain tak bagi ruang.. tp memang salah saya pon kereta encik jadi macam ni.. kereta baru ke encik?
en N  : baru siap.. sebelum ni pon kena hentam jugak dekat belakang
me : (i didn't know what reaction i should give)
en N  : takpe la, nanti apa-apa saya sms awak
me : ok encik, mintak maaf sekali lagi, selamat hari raya, maaf zahir batin

then, he text me.. we just settled the problem through sms.. btw.. he is still young with a good look but he is married with a child (i just assume that as i saw a lady at the front sit and a little boy) my friends dah melalut buat novel untuk i.. hahahaha... sabar jer laa.. but this man, he's weird.. the way he text me macam pelik.. seram wei.. it's not that he threaten me.. tp macam  ulat bulu dapat daun.. that's what i thought la kan..

there's another long story with this man whom i know is 35 years old.. but i decided not to jot down here.. kalau tak, lagi bunyi macam novel wei.. then we continued our journey to nab's house and met some other friends.

and peeps, here's some tips if u meet an accident

-call or bring along someone with u so that u won't be cheated
-try to negotiate with the other party to settle the problem without police intervention
-take his/her phone no and also the plate no
-go with him/her to the workshop so u know how bad the damage is and how much it will cost u
-don't simply agree with the sum he/she suggested
-do all the things above with manner

PLEASE DRIVE CAREFULLY..! and happy driving..!

Thursday, 23 August 2012

raya #1

in the name of Allah, the most gracious the most merciful
peace be upon u peeps (^_~)

Thursday, 9 August 2012

aku ke?

in the name of Allah, the Most Gracious the Most Merciful
peace be upon u and hi peeps (^_~)

today is the 21st day of Ramadhan.. the last 10 days of Ramadhan where Allah promises to forbid us from entering the hell fire for those who ask from Him.. let's not be just a passer by and neglect these 10 awesome days.. maybe this is the last Ramadhan that we can cherish..

done with the introduction, now let's get to the main point.. AKU KE? err.. don't misunderstand peeps.. i don't have split personality.. i just change my personality according to the situation.. =)

i always have this confusion when it comes to my name.. not that i have ten or eleven names but it's just sometimes i don't even recognize that that is actually my name.. a name given by my mak.. do not frown yet.. i tak habis explain pon lagi.. :) sebab i always say my name is Nani whenever people ask for my name, they might (or always) assume my real name is rosNANI, AMAni, ROHani dan nama yg sewaktu dengannya.. but those aren't my name.. i won't reveal my name kat sini but i can say that i have nurul in my name.. and my concern is that, i don't prefer people calling me nurul.. because i think that name is too sopan and lemah lembut for someone like me.. hahaha.. that's why i don't turn back when someone is calling me with that name..

there was a scene in my lecture class that i could not forget.. it was a day of my presentation.. in every presentation, after the last person bids her/his final words, the lecturer will come out with a few questions to the presenters.. as i was the leader, my lecturer asked me first.. but guess what.. i just stood still, smiling and didn't respond to her question sampai my groupmate siku i and say that question was for me to answer.. it was just because the lecturer said "ok, kamu NURUL apa pendapat kamu..." padahal dalam my group i'm the only person yang ada nama nurul.. adoiilaa..
i was puzzled for awhile.. "aku ke..? bukan aku nani ke..?" see.. i can't even have my mind straight.. i guess i have to make people call me nurul more often so that i won't forget that nurul is part of my

done ranting.. time to get some sleep.. happy QIAM peeps :)