tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35201241973922595942024-02-07T18:10:32.550-08:00cik naninanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17087799302321167666noreply@blogger.comBlogger86125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520124197392259594.post-71424939823218024752014-02-23T05:11:00.003-08:002014-02-23T05:11:47.289-08:00It's 2014!Peace be upon u and hi people (^_~)<br />
In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious the Most Merciful<br />
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February, 2014!! Yes, people! 2014 has finally came and i'm unofficially 22 *gulp*<br />
22 huh?? So what? Do I care? <span style="font-size: large;"><b>OF COURSE</b></span> dude..!!!!<br />
My grandmother already asked about her calon-cucu-menantu and even about her future 'cicit'!! wowoWOWOWO. CHill..!! Let me graduate first! Love can come later, isn't? No? Hhmmm.<br />
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I'm praying I can complete my degree this year and graduate with Law Degree by the end of this very year! Ameen. Plus, may my Mr Right and Righteous appear sooner and make my life easier. Eh. :Dnanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17087799302321167666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520124197392259594.post-23382134180425595562014-02-23T04:38:00.003-08:002014-02-23T05:12:24.991-08:00Recommendable CONDITION For Betrothal<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">QS: Why a religious
woman should be prioritized instead of her beauty, wealth and rank/status?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"> Abu Hurairah R.A. reported that the Prophet S.A.W. said;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"> “Woman may be married for four reasons; for her property,
her rank, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"> her beauty and her religion. So get the one who is
religious and you<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"> will prosper.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"> The Prophet S.A.W. said a man’s life will strive upon
marrying a religious woman. The reason behind it (in prioritizing a religious
woman for a marriage) is that all the other three criterions (beauty, wealth,
rank) can be automatically gained.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"> First, let’s deal with religion against beauty. I believe
Allah’s creation is never ugly and beauty is a subjective matter as the saying
goes “beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder”. A
flawless-beautiful-drop-dead-gorgeous woman will possibly be seen as ugly if
the personality and the attitude are terrible and heart-aching. A regular and
ordinary woman with beautiful heart and ‘akhlak’ could outshine the physical
beauty that the other woman has. A religious woman will continuously observe her
attitude and that quality do not come in package with beautiful face. Such
inner beauty needs effort and patience before it forms part of one self. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"> The Apostle of Allah also said;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"> “Do not marry women for their good looks, as their beauty
might destroy<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"> them; and do not marry them for their wealth as their
riches might lead<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"> them to be overbearing. Marry them for their religion;
and a black and <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"> unattractive maid who is religious is better [than them
both]” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"> Those who marry women because of their looks are usually
because of love-at-the-first-sight. However, one shouldn’t rely on Cupid’s
arrow to keep that spark through the marriage because beauty will fade as time
passes. After all, beauty in a wife is indeed in the eyes of the beholder
husband.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"> Second, religion against wealth. Wealth may be inherited
from the ancestors. But wealth also can diminish or disappear if it is not
handled carefully. Wealth cannot be sustained with the existence of spendthrift
descendants. And the probability to lose the wealth is very high if the very
descendant is a woman. I dare to say that the temptation to shop is of no joke!
If a man marries a woman because of her wealth/properties, can the marriage be
preserved when her money drains? Or will the ‘akad’ between them break into
pieces? I doubt the husband will stay beside her wife during her downfall if
money is all he saw when he married her. However, the situation will be
different if the woman knows and keenly adhere to what is stated in the Quran;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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(17:27)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"> “Verily, spendthrifts are brothers of the <i>Shayatiin</i>
(devils), and the Satan<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"> is ever ungrateful to his Lord.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"> Such woman will try to hold herself from over-spending
and will also look after her husband’s properties<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"> The Apostle of Allah said (by Abu Umamah);<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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the fear of Allah The<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"> Almighty, is a pious wife who minds what he bids her,
pleases him when <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"> he looks at her, helps him fulfill his oath and protects
her chastity and his<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"> property in his absence.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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(Ibn Maajah)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"> Besides, based on Surh Ar-Ra’d, a believer man and woman
will not let themselves and their family to live in poor. They will keep on
trying to become successful so that they can live in a descent way. They
believe that their position in life will not be lifted up if they sit still and
do nothing and their wealth may be taken back from them if they do not handle
it in a good way.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"> Surah Ar-Ra’d
(13:11)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"> “…Verily! Allah will not change the good condition of
people as long as they <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"> do not change their state of goodness themselves (by committing
sins and<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"> by being ungrateful and disobedient to Allah).”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"> Third is the rank or status of a woman. I would say that the rank or status mentioned in the hadith refers to the social status of a person. A frequently asked question would be "Does she come from a good family?" I'm not saying that it is a SIN to not own a good family background because there must be some situations that occurred in the past that make the family turn out to not be a good family. But the concern is that if both the male and the female are not of the same social status, there might be issues arise later on. For instance, if the male has a good family background; well-educated and pious family and he chooses a woman who can't even read and doesn't practice Islam in her life. Sooner or later, if any conflict arises between them, her unfortunate background might be raised up. Of course, a man should guide and teach her wife about Islam and life as it is part of his husband's obligation but one should know that there is evil who will always try to tear up the relationship. It is better to choose a person with the same rank to avoid such situation from happening. Even if is fated that both man and woman are of different rank, they should work out the relationship and do their very best to sustain the marriage.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"> Islam teaches the sons of Adam to tie their hearts with
women who have this one unchangeable element, ‘iman’ (faith). If they heed this
one element, come hell or high water, the marriage will always stay in-tact
(with His will). This is because both of them (the husband and the wife) know
their responsibilities and obligations towards each other.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"> A religious woman will try her best to look beautiful to
only her husband, protect her chastity (in order to protect her husband’s
dignity) and also protect the properties they have. One has nothing to lose by
marrying a religious woman and he actually gains something more from it. We just
have to believe in His promise and we will prosper.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-bidi;"> Surah An-Nur
(24:26)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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women <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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nanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17087799302321167666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520124197392259594.post-76857359838225925882013-09-06T18:01:00.000-07:002013-09-08T01:20:38.421-07:00A wrap peace be upon and hi peeps (^_~)<br />
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Today is the last day of the month of joyous celebration- Syawal- The month where Muslims all over the world should have celebrated with happiness after the one whole of starving-for-good month -Ramadhan-. Syawal also marked the tragedy of Rabi'a massacre in Egypt. An inhumane, cruel and vicious crime I would say. May Allah bless all the brothers and sisters there.<br />
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Ramadhan and Shawal were well spent-off in court. Oh yaa, I did my Industrial Training (a.k.a attachment) at Magistrates Court Balik Pulau for 6 weeks. A very small community as there are only 12 staffs there including me. Everyone was nice. The problem is just me. Couldn't attach myself to the staffs because there are too much age gaps between us. But me, my BIG BOSS and another male staff, kitorang boleh jadi geng. Because both of them are still in their twenties.<br />
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As for raya, there was no incident of accident-love-story like last year and I'm grateful for that. Such incident shouldn't have happened. Aiyooo.</div>
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I do nothing memorable today and I guess that's a wrap for my raya. </div>
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<--- don't worry, I'm still normal and as a normal person I won't be saying that. Hahahaha. I'm praying that I won't be playing too much as I need to secure my pointer at a safe level. May everything go well and may this senior year be a memorable one! :D</div>
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I'm home. Alhamdulillah. Praise be to Allah. And that means i get to spend my first sahur (which is tomorrow) with my family though my two brothers are not here. But yeah, i feel blessed. Again, alhamdulillah.</div>
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Ramadhan's here. The most wanted month by muslims all around the world. And other races too i guess especially in Malaysia because there will be huge discounts on lots of things. yeeaayyy. Ramadhan comes and i can't hold back my tears. In fact, i shed too much tears lately and that was so not naannii. haaiisshh.</div>
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I cried after AOT paper (final exam), I cried again whilst watching hindustan movie, Ghajini (which i shouldn't), again when I sang "Biarlah Rahsia"(apekah nani?? -.-'), when I looked at the sky too, and when I did nothing. Maybe, i've been abandoned my soul for too long and now it's craving for some 'clorox' and 'light'. Too much stains, too much black holes on my heart and it's crying because of that <span style="font-size: x-small;">*nangis lagi*</span> I need to clorox my heart. Yes, I have to and I must do that. </div>
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I've been pondering about this issue for so long and now I've the conclusion. The issue is it's hard to make a <b><span style="font-size: large;">change</span></b>. It's a struggle. Yes. and it's not impossible too. Yes. I truly know that to change ain't like I'm gonna change into "perempuan Melayu terakhir" once I put on baju kebaya. If change is as easy as that, then i guess my long lasting wish should have been granted long long time ago. But it's hard. The surrounding makes it hard. The nafs adds more to it. <span style="font-size: x-small;">*jentik dahi sendiri*</span></div>
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When people ask me for advice, I usually am able to serve them with the nasihat. Unfortunately, when it comes to applying to my own self, it always not an easy task. That's why people say words are easy said then done. I have to admit that. To walk the talk ain't like buat 'french toast'. heh. Not as simple as that. Hhmmm.</div>
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nanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17087799302321167666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520124197392259594.post-74078846378774667422013-06-14T17:39:00.001-07:002013-06-14T17:40:19.255-07:00Reminiscing THAT feelingpeace be upon u and hi peeps (^_~)<br />
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I remembered feeling nervous before we departed from KLIA.<br />
Thoughts of performing umrah made me chilled.<br />
And now, i'm missing that feeling. Serious.<br />
May there will be time for me to experience that feeling again. Ameen.<br />
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nanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17087799302321167666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520124197392259594.post-72700425266152668442013-05-27T18:29:00.002-07:002013-05-27T18:29:22.947-07:00cuteness overloadpeace be upon u people (^_~)<br />
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nanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17087799302321167666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520124197392259594.post-60999736211862225372013-05-27T18:23:00.001-07:002013-05-27T18:23:36.359-07:00confession #2i have stop taking kopi 'o' every morning but still, i do not think i can face him without feeling awkwardnanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17087799302321167666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520124197392259594.post-38195524363808401892013-05-24T23:02:00.001-07:002013-05-25T00:30:49.480-07:00Suka SibukIn the name of Allah, the Most Gracious the Most Merciful<br />
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A super long-hectic week has just passed and now i'm missing it. I miss being busy, terkejar sana terkejar sini. Maybe because i used to be busy when i was in LawSociety.<br />
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Well people, <b>Environmental Awareness Week 2013 </b>can be considered as a successful event. At least, i consider it as a success. I wasn't the committee of the campaign, but, nani being nani, always bugging into other's matters, got involved in preparing and conducting the event. I don't know what the REAL committees thought of me being busybody, but still i'm relieved it all went as planned though there were some hiccups. After all, it wouldn't be that interesting if there was no surprise during the day of the event. Seminar went well too. The tardiness of one of the panels was not of our faults. But, the blame that should be borne by us is we didn't make or have a back-up plan. In the end we did learn so many things in organizing that event.<br />
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My respect towards the only person whom i call BOSS (clinton) has tremendously increased throughout the event. He faced too many things in that week but still he was able to compose himself to remain cool. He was not that 'cool' but his response towards the problems should be applauded. I hope i was of any help for him and not some sort of burden to him.<br />
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I wish to upload some pictures during the event, but my so-called BOSS didn't transfer it to my pendrive. Cisss.. padahal my pendrive was at his laptop that day. Sabar jer laa.. Till i upload those pictures, stay healthy people :)<br />
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I'm home!!!<br />
Home as my hometown in Penang.<br />
Being home feels good.<br />
A very good feeling indeed.<br />
But one thing that is not soooo good is that i will literally<br />
neglect all the assignments given.<br />
Thought of enjoying holidays will always prevail.<br />
Should have started flipping the pages by now.<br />
But again, there's always excuse like 'ESOKLAH'<br />
Lazy nani is lazy.<br />
<b>WAKE UP and GRAB YOUR BOOKS NOW LADY</b>..!<br />
eerr ok ;)<br />
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p/s: have a good holiday people :D<br />
<br />nanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17087799302321167666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520124197392259594.post-32329828573514774162013-03-24T03:31:00.002-07:002013-03-24T03:39:40.522-07:00Because They Are Preciouspeace be upon u and hi peeps (^_~)<br />
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It's March people and works will never come to an end! Well, that's life. If it's meant to be easy, life won't be interesting. Life will be just boring and dull and lame and so on. Oh, btw, this blog will not be updated regularly because recently, i don't feel like writing <span style="font-size: x-small;">*lazy nani -_-</span><br />
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Done with the introductory part. Let's move on to the gist of this post. <b>"Because They Are Precious"</b>. Who are 'they'? Well, They are the ones who love you the most in this world although they seldom utter any of those love words. But indeed, they love you forever.<br />
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They are called by various names. It can be mak, mama, mummy, umi, ibu, ma, bonda, abah, ayah, walid, abi, baba or any other words that portray love, affection and respect.<br />
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I attended a talk by Mufti Ismail Menk at Pusat Islam UiTM just now. He recited an ayat from the Holy Book, Al-quran about parents. The content of the ayat can be seen as a child should never disrespect his parents or even say "uff" to them. If i were to translate the word "uff" in this days, I would say that it will sound like "iissshh" or the clinching of the word T and H . The slightest sound of complaining or dissatisfying or delaying any works would have bring the same meaning as "uff".<br />
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Because they are precious that Allah has said that His blessing will be upon the blessing of parents towards their children. Regardless how bad people think of their parents, they should never build any hatred in their hearts. Parents scold because they care. Parents punish because they love. They don't want their angels to turn out like a screwed person.<br />
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I remembered one time when i was mad at abah because he was such in a hurry (which he shouldn't be) and didn't want to wait for me to meet tok before he sent me to the bus station. The bus was scheduled to depart at 9.45 a.m and abah, being abah, whom never want to be late, got us out from home at 8.30 am although he knew it will only took 20 to 25 minutes to get there. I was disappointed and my anger was clearly portrayed on my face. Poor mak, she didn't say much before i left because she knew if i'm mad or not in a good mood, i would reluctantly respond to her question.<br />
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I should never be mad that day. My younger sister texted me <i><b>"Kakak marah sangat ka? Kalau marah sangat pun, tak payahlah tunjuk sangat. Kesian kat mak" </b></i>and i shed tears upon reading the text. I texted mak and abah and asked for an apology. Mak said <i><b>"Abah tengah serabut waktu tu..".</b></i><br />
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I feel bad for letting out my anger that day. I forgot that abah too is a human. He's got problems too. I should never let my anger out for just a mere tiny thing. Well, after all he's the one who pays for my sewa rumah, road text and so on. hahaha.<br />
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Maaf sebab kakak buat abah terasa hati.</div>
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it can be easily noticed because they are portrayed on my face.</div>
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I'll try my best to not let u or mak terasa hati with my act or words.</div>
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Kakak salah, dan kakak minta maaf.</div>
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Cinta mak dengan abah banyak-banyak.</div>
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Respect them, love them, care for them, give them at least a call a week, never feel ashame to show your love towards them. Appreciate them as long as they are here. Because once they are gone, those hopeless tears will mean nothing.<br />
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Remember people, they are not to be thrown away like a piece of trash whenever they become senile or when the thought of they are bringing burden and hardship to you come and whispering. It's the devil who whispers the words. Don't ever listen to it. It's cruel, evil and an act that is so hard to be forgiven. So don't do that!<br />
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To those whom Allah has taken back their parents from them, you can still wish for their happiness and blessing in the hereafter. Never forget them in your prayers.<br />
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<br />nanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17087799302321167666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520124197392259594.post-11538142332144487132013-02-09T17:18:00.001-08:002013-02-09T17:18:14.928-08:00ladies' trippeace be upon u and hi peeps (^_~)<br />
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i think this picture can explain a little bit about what will be written in this post :) yes, people..! i went to LANGKAWI with my girlfriends for 4 days and 3 nights.<br />
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As it was the first vacation with my friends, i was extremely excited and indeed the vacation has left a sweet memory in my life. This vacation was planned before the end of the 3rd semester and it took place 2 weeks after the final exam. There were 8 of us altogether.<br />
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We didn't go to Makam Mahsuri, Telaga Tujuh or any of the historical places there as we already went there with our own family when we were younger. It was a teenage-ladies' trip so we just did things like riding on banana boat, parasailing into the sunset, get our shirts wet in the ocean, screaming on bot laju when the water splash, shopping, trembling in the cable car but still can take the best shot of picture and so forth.<br />
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The most expensive memory and lesson i gained was that Allah is beautiful. When i was in the sky (parasailing) i witnessed the beauty of Allah's painting. I was speechless for a moment. The sun was setting down, the sky was orange, humans were like ants, the ocean was reflecting the image of the sun and the most beautiful music was echoing up to the sky, the calling for ummah to get ready for prayer. I think i can never forget the feeling and i hope it will never fade away.<br />
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People, there's a lot of things that you will learn when you go for vacation or backpacking. Travel more and gain new experiences. Happy travelling!!<br />
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p/s: looking forward to go to Sabah for the next trip =)<br />
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I'm home and is fully occupied until the end of this semester break. Why? oohh, it is because mak has made some plans for me this break. Mak wanted me to bake chocolate cake as she planned to sell it at school (where she teaches). So, now, i'm involved in this small business. I enjoy baking the cakes, actually i STEAM the cakes <span style="color: red; font-size: x-small;">*eh, wujud ke steam kek?eerr..*</span>. I received good responses from the students and the teachers so far. Alhamdulillah, praise be to Allah. I hope they enjoy my cakes and also the blueberry muffins. I hope Allah grant them joy and happiness whilst eating those sweet cakes. :)nanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17087799302321167666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520124197392259594.post-92227571729621494602013-01-21T04:59:00.003-08:002013-01-21T04:59:55.172-08:00a hectic startpeace be upon u and hi peeps (^_~)<br />
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i know, i realize and i'm aware that i have left alone this 'contengan ingatan' for quite a while. My last post was on November and now is already a new year. 2013.*<span style="font-size: x-small;">sigh</span><br />
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Lots of things happened and i couldn't find any appropriate time to jot them here. But now, i do have lots of time and spaces to really conteng this blog. yeeaayy..!!<br />
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People, i started the year of 2013 which was believed by some people to not be existed because the world has ended<span style="font-size: x-small;">*bullshit*</span> with an atmosphere of tense and dull.Why? Because my final exam started on 3rd of January and i couldn't go out to see the bunga api because i was afraid i would waste my precious time to revise and remember notes ..! *<span style="color: red; font-size: x-small;">ok, itu propa :P</span><br />
But, honestly, i don't really care about the celebration on the new year's eve because i don't do that. I mean, i don't go to any padang or dataran to just count the seconds before the clock turns 12.01 a.m.<br />
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Back to my final exam. I had to sit for 5 papers which are <b>Land Law I, Law of Equity and Trust, Criminal Law I, Administrative Law </b>and <b>Law of Sale of Goods and Hire Purchase (SOGA)</b>. And for the first time since Asasi, i used an extra booklet to accommodate my long answers. I'm being extra excited because i never did it although my friends had done it way long since Asasi.<span style="font-size: x-small;">*tepuk dada </span><br />
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I pray that all my answers are correct and my lecturers would spare me good marks and grades. Ameeen.<br />
Till my next conteng, lets be a productive ummah :)nanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17087799302321167666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520124197392259594.post-78372567440360146332012-11-28T15:24:00.003-08:002012-11-28T15:24:35.561-08:00it's law and dining etiquette people!peace be upon u and hi peeps (^_~)<br />
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nanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17087799302321167666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520124197392259594.post-92143424438443168022012-11-17T19:52:00.001-08:002013-01-22T04:20:55.240-08:00couldn't care more..ooppss i CAREpeace be upon u and hi peeps (^_~)<br />
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May today is full of blessing and guidance from Him..<br />
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<span style="background-color: magenta;">"happy 2oth birthday couzy!!"</span><br />
<span style="background-color: lime;">"thanks babe.. btw.. got hot story to tell u"</span><br />
<span style="background-color: magenta;">"what is it..?"</span><br />
<span style="background-color: lime;">"remember that person that i told u before..? the one i asked u to look up on fb..?"</span><br />
<span style="background-color: magenta;">"oohh yeaahh..i don't really remember his face.. whatsup?"</span><br />
<span style="background-color: lime;">"he and his family came to my house last monday.. a day after your birthday.."</span><br />
<span style="background-color: magenta;">"OOOOhhh mmyy Goodd..!! like seriously??? he came to balik pulau?" </span>*screaming<br />
<span style="background-color: lime;">"a'ah.. he was here..jalan-jalan dengan family.. and then he called me.. i talked to his mama.. she asked whether they can come or not..?"</span><br />
<span style="background-color: magenta;">"then..?"</span> *asking impatiently<br />
<span style="background-color: lime;">"i was afraid umi marah if they come..but then.. to cut it short i say datang laa.."</span><br />
<span style="background-color: magenta;">"makndak dengan pakndak ada tak kat rumah..?"</span><br />
<span style="background-color: lime;">"ada jer.."</span><br />
<span style="background-color: magenta;">"dan..?"</span><br />
<span style="background-color: lime;">"they brought along sebakul buah yang dah gubah cantik tu.. they came to risik me.."</span><br />
<span style="background-color: magenta;">"oohhh mmyyy God..!! it was a great birthday present ever..!! i'm happy for u but i cannot hold myself from being jealoussss... pakndak dengan makndak cakap apa..?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: lime;">"they said nothing..just smile.. i don't know.. didn't ask more"</span><br />
<span style="background-color: magenta;">"oooohh couzyy.. find me a man..!! nak kena dirisik jugak..!!"</span><br />
we were both laughing..<br />
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it's not yet confirm but i pray for their happiness.. this is a true gentleman.. go see her parents when he intends to kawan with her.. but still, the limits need to be observed..<br />
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i believe Allah will show me the right and righteous man when i'm ready to love and bear the responsibility.. and may be this ain't the right time.. got society to run.. tests to be done.. final exam to be <strike>kicked </strike> perfectly answered..<br />
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this is a random thought.. i find that voice soooooooo sweet.. what..? who owns the voice..?? ada laa.. :D<br />
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take care of your health, iman dan mulut.. it's better to stay silent than saying something that will hurt others.. and don't forget to pray for Gaza.. May Allah assist our brothers and sisters there.. ameen..<br />
<br />nanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17087799302321167666noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520124197392259594.post-37144033701224975022012-11-17T03:53:00.000-08:002012-11-17T03:53:41.142-08:00pandangin the name of Allah, the Most Gracious the Most Merciful<br />
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i pray to Allah for us to be showered by His blessing and love.. How are you peeps? doing good..? me..? Alhamdulillah.. Allah still have mercy on me.. He keeps me alive and gives me oxygen to continue breathing in this fana' world..<br />
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The world's medias are busy with the issue of Gaza.. How cruel, evil, inhumane, unmerciful -so forth- Israel is towards Palestinians.. When the world is starting to view this issue as an issue of ummah, <b>ME</b>, people in Malaysia are happily blinded with other worldly issue.. I feel so frustrated with myself when i find myself shutting my eyes up when i see news in newspaper or facebook or other readable item regarding this.. I know and fully realize this issue is not a mere issue.. it concerns the ummah.. our brothers and sisters who are suffering in the other part of the world.. but yet..me is just sitting back.. pretending not knowing what is happening there.. SCREW me..!<br />
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Let's not be a mere lay person who are ignorant about this.. How busy we are.. How tired we feel.. How high we think of ourselves.. How fragile we become.. we should not let our guard down nor our mind out of this.. People there are not complaining on how hard they survive to live.. they are not making fuss when they have no food to eat.. they are full of passion to free their Motherland.. the Holyland.. they are willing to syahid.. Allahuakbar!!<br />
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so Nani.. open your eyes and your heart.. WAKE UP..! I pray to Allah to not let us be swayed away by the world.. aameen..<br />
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i am supposed to be on track and jogging right now but the sky does not let me do so.. that's why i'm writing in this early morning instead of jogging or <strike>SLEEPING</strike>..lalalala.. Allah knows BeST.. kalau tak gerimis kat luar tu, entah bila aku nak update blog ni.. :D<br />
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what am i going to write this time..? actually, i don't have any specific thing that i wanna share.. so, i'll just write what comes in my mind right away.<br />
first, i just ended a very busy-hectic week which was last week.. i had three events straight in one week, starting with book fair, jamuan hari raya and lex familia (family day for law school). Those events were organized by my dear law society where i am one of the committees. I was handed with a task to be under biro logistik for book fair and jamuan hari raya dan biro keselamatan for lex familia..basically logistic deals with tables, chairs, tents, PA system, and stuffs.. it was not hard since i've been doing it for ages <span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>*ok, itu propa </b></span><br />
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For jamuan raya, the theme was classic and traditional, so i chose to wear dark brown kebaya labuh which is not ikut-bentuk-badan-sangat.. because it was the first time i wore kebaya in public.. i mean in law faculty <span style="font-size: x-small;">*i actually wore it once last sem*</span> people were like... "<b style="color: blue;">Nani nampak lain laa" "Kat mana beli..?""kebaya ni nampak just nice, tak ikut body pon" </b>well, thanks to makcik Ani, our official tailor kat kampung who made me this awesome kebaya although the sleeves are not long enough to cover my wrist..<br />
on that night itself, whilst i was flipping through a magazine which i forgot the name, i stopped at this one particular page which have a bunch of people with dyed hair. One of my colleague <span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>*not yet colleague, but a friend of mine* </b></span>said this,<br />
<span style="background-color: lime;">"teringin la nak dye rambut.." </span><br />
and i gave her a quick reply<br />
<span style="background-color: red;">"eh, mana boleh.. Allah tak kasi"</span><br />
then, another friend of mine who was also with me at that time added<br /><span style="background-color: lime;">"ala boleh jer, pakai yang syurah, yang tu halal"</span><br />
and i was like <span style="background-color: red;">"yang tu pon tak boleh"</span><br />
of course my friend was not satisfied with my answer..<br /><span style="background-color: red;">"dalam Islam, hanya inai dengan katam jer yang boleh pakai"</span><br />
and our conversation stopped there when we saw some of the VIPs were arriving..<br />
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I came to realize that people not doing something halal or in other words, do what they think is right is because they are ignorant of the rules or hukum.. they don't know whether it is allowed or forbidden by Islam.. that is the reason i see people with dyed hair performing prayer.. They don't know the act of dyeing the hair is haram because it changes the nature of hair that Allah had created.. hhmmmmm... <b>THEY DON't KNOW</b><br />
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For lex familia, i became a paramedic who carried ice and and bandage every time the sports began.. it was fun though.. learning new things like how to handle a person who sprained or strained their legs was a new experience to me.. ooh yeaahh.. i <strike>cured </strike>lots of people that day.. hahahaha..<br />
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there's no second point as i'm about to end this post.. lol~<br />
the busy week has ended and a new busy+busy+busy week is approaching.. Abah called and he was worried as he thought i would neglect my study which is my first priority.. but i won't do that.. i have to get a good pointer this time round to secure my place for LLB.. I hope Allah assists me and never let me be swayed by all these clinging stuffs..<br />
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p/s: i'm about to move out from makngah's house..nanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17087799302321167666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520124197392259594.post-21642929718974405662012-09-09T16:09:00.000-07:002012-09-09T16:09:06.058-07:00didik hatiin the name of Allah the Most Gracious the Most Merciful<br />
peace be upon u and hi peeps (^_~)<br />
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new semester has just begun.. here comes the battle again..<br />
i find this semester will be quite challenging as i have to raise up my CGPA which is not as easy as taking off a smelly shirt from my body.. i have to do better this semester.. better in organizing time, relationship with Al-Khaliq, relationship with people and better in giving tarbiyah to myself.. i don't want to be left out again in knowing what is happening to Muslims in the whole world.. i don't want to be ignorant just like before.. i want to be a better me..<br />
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it will not be an easy step but i would like to dare myself.. if i do not make any move now, i 'm afraid this kind of opportunity will not come and seek me again.<br />
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Yesterday, i had a meeting with my society. It was like a post-mortem for the previous semester.. as i had mentioned before, i was a program director (PD) for an event which was Program "Solat Hajat dan Bacaan Yassin". i gave an order (i prefer this word rather than ASK) to the whole committees to cover their aurats. For guys they had to wear baju melayu and for girls they had to wear baju kurung or jubah.. It's because there are some of them who do not cover their aurats like not wearing hijab or in other word SEXY. i was hoping that that program will be a good start for them to cover their aurats as what has been written in Al-Quran.<br />
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I was quite surprised when Endy (High committee) told me that there were people among the committees who thought that me giving them instruction to cover their prohibited parts from ajnabi as HARSH because they said stuff relating to religion is a sensitive thing.<br />
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the words that were uttered by me so spontaneously was "it is such a bad excuse.. bad excuse ever.. takkan ada masalah kalau diorang praktikkan (tutup aurat) sendiri"<br />
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hhmmm.. now i realized why am i stranded here.. Allah wants me to amend this situation.. Allah wants me to assist them from straying away from HIM.. This ain't a small thing peeps.. some of them are used to cium-pipi-kiri-kanan when they meet regardless of their sex and hugging is like a norm here..<br />
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my contract with this society will end this semester.. i hope i can bring some changes or at least A change in this society.. i pray to Allah to not let me go away from His side and assist me during my hard time..<br />
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nanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17087799302321167666noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520124197392259594.post-91499019296251116362012-08-26T06:49:00.000-07:002012-08-26T06:49:01.768-07:00YOU GET WHAT YOU GIVEin the name of Allah, the Most Gracious the Most Merciful<br />
peace be upon u and hi peeps (^_~)<br />
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i read this on facebook.. i found it interesting and i would like to share it here.. happy reading :)<br />
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<br />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.<br /><br />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?”<br /><br />“Where would I be, on Mars?” I said sarcastically, “With my friends of course.”<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />“What doctor?” I cried out, “I just want to see my son Salem!”<br /><br />“First go see the doctor,” they said.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.</div>
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<br /><br />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].<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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!”<br /><br />“Yes,” he said.<br /><br />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?”<br /><br />“Umar, of course,” he said, “… but he’s always late.”<br /><br />“No,” I said, “I’m going to take you.”<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.</div>
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<br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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…<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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.<br /><br />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…”<br /><br />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…<br /><br />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!</div>
nanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17087799302321167666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520124197392259594.post-38087038595374856162012-08-26T00:50:00.002-07:002012-08-26T00:50:20.455-07:00raya oh raya #2in the name of Allah, the Most Gracious the Most Merciful<br />
peace be upon u and hi peeps (^_~)<br />
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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..!<br />
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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 <strike>faint </strike>to stay at home.. i picked up wan, nana and ika before we went to mimi's house.<br />
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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..<br />
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with three cars we convoyed to nab's house. This was when a tragedy happened to me.. oohh mmmyyyy CAMRY..! <b><span style="font-size: large;">i HENTAM belakang CA MRY wei..! </span></b>i was lucky because i didn't CIUM mercedes sebelah kiri.. kalau tidak, lagi rabak duit...! this why mak always say <b><span style="color: blue;">"jangan dok seronok sangat, satgi menangis plak.." </span></b>i didn't cry but my pocket cried.. lesap habis duit nak pergi Cameron..<br />
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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--><br />
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me : <span style="background-color: lime;">teruk ke encik? </span>(while looking at the spot i hit)<br />
en N : <span style="background-color: cyan;">eem.. calar ni.. </span>(sambil belek tempat tu)<br />
me : <span style="background-color: lime;">macam mana ni encik?</span><br />
en N : <span style="background-color: cyan;">awak bagi saya no awak, nanti lepas check saya bagitahu</span><br />
me : <span style="background-color: lime;">ok encik</span><br />
en N : <span style="background-color: cyan;">awak student lagi ke?</span><br />
me : <span style="background-color: lime;">a'ah, UiTM Shah Alam</span><br />
en N : <span style="background-color: cyan;">awak nak kemana ni? saya rasa saya dah kedepan tapi tiba-tiba rasa macam org langgar</span><br />
me : <span style="background-color: lime;">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?</span><br />
en N : <span style="background-color: cyan;">baru siap.. sebelum ni pon kena hentam jugak dekat belakang</span><br />
me : (i didn't know what reaction i should give)<br />
en N : <span style="background-color: cyan;">takpe la, nanti apa-apa saya sms awak</span><br />
me : <span style="background-color: lime;">ok encik, mintak maaf sekali lagi, selamat hari raya, maaf zahir batin</span><br />
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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..<br />
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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.<br />
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and peeps, here's some tips if u meet an accident<br />
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-call or bring along someone with u so that u won't be cheated<br />
-try to negotiate with the other party to settle the problem without police intervention<br />
-take his/her phone no and also the plate no<br />
-go with him/her to the workshop so u know how bad the damage is and how much it will cost u<br />
-don't simply agree with the sum he/she suggested<br />
-do all the things above with manner<br />
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PLEASE DRIVE CAREFULLY..! and happy driving..!nanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17087799302321167666noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520124197392259594.post-41396842119956115612012-08-23T20:32:00.002-07:002012-08-23T20:37:26.982-07:00raya #1in the name of Allah, the most gracious the most merciful<br />
peace be upon u peeps (^_~)<br />
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nanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17087799302321167666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520124197392259594.post-38978699066677355232012-08-09T08:33:00.000-07:002012-08-09T08:35:56.487-07:00aku ke?in the name of Allah, the Most Gracious the Most Merciful<br />
peace be upon u and hi peeps (^_~)<br />
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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..<br />
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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.. =)<br />
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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 <span style="background-color: lime;">Nani</span> whenever people ask for my name, they might (or always) assume my real name is <span style="background-color: red;">rosNANI</span>, <span style="background-color: red;">AMAni</span>, <span style="background-color: red;">ROHani</span> 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..<br />
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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 <b><span style="color: purple;">"<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">ok, kamu NURUL apa pendapat kamu..."</span></span></b> padahal dalam my group i'm the only person yang ada nama nurul.. adoiilaa..<br />
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 name..lol~<br />
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done ranting.. time to get some sleep.. happy QIAM peeps :)nanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17087799302321167666noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3520124197392259594.post-64380633633774129782012-07-30T15:28:00.000-07:002012-07-30T15:28:12.714-07:00ramadhanin the name of Allah, The Most Gracious The Most Merciful<br />
peace be upon u and hi peeps (^_~)<br />
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it's kinda late to wish u guys Ramadhan Mubarak rite..? but 'kinda late' is way much better than not saying or praying it at all.. so <span style="background-color: red;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>SELAMAT MENGIMARAHKAN RAMADHAN</b></span></span> peeps!! Ramadhan only comes a month in a year.. don't miss it because we don't know whether we are able to celebrate this month of barakah next year.. treat this month as a turning point for us to become a better muslim :D Next year is not a sure thing.. so let's make the terawih the best and the bestest terawih that we ever perform.. stand tall, bow long and prostrate devoutly..!<br />
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today marks the 11th day of Ramadhan.. Time flew by and the clock ticked fast.. now is the second phase of Ramadhan where Allah promised forgiveness to those who humbly seek for it.. let's not turn this precious moment as a hopeless dust which brings nothing in our life.. ALLAHUAKBAR..!<br />
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and also i have a program with my juniors in my ex-secondary school this weekend.. we, the <span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><b>SUPER SENIORS</b></span> secara julung-julung kalinya will make our first appearance in the school for a two-day program.. i pray to Allah that everything will go just fine and ends successfully.. ameen..<br />
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i'm currently searching for the better ME.. me, as i far as i know, i speak loud, i laugh hard, i talk a lot, i listen less, i keep my ego high, i cry too little, i'm too selamba-aci-redah, i act harsh and the list of my not-s0-good-attitude goes on.. For the better ME, i pray to Allah to open my heart as wide and broad as the sea so that i'll be able to make changes in life.. though it may not be a lot, but still, i hope there will be a better ME soon.. ameen :)<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">*i don't change personality.. i'm just improving my attitude :)</span>nanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17087799302321167666noreply@blogger.com0