Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Budak Pompuan Kelas Ungs, 2 Baris di Hadapan
Sunday, February 22, 2009
I'm Broke...
Kali terakhir aku keluar uia adelah pade raye cine yg lepas.. huhu... maksud keluar disini ialah keluar utk bermalam diluar.. Bukan sekadar outing.. huhu.. Oleh sebab itu, aku dah ketandusan wang..ukh... Dimana kan ku cari wang? Kat Sungai Wang Plaza kah? uhuk2.... Mesti xbleh jumpe kat situ..
owh... bukan itu earphone yg aku maksudkan.. huhu... aku inginkan earphone yg untuk dengar lagu dikala aku kebosanan duduk dalam studio pade hari isnin dan jumaat.. huhu...
p/s: aku harap abg aku membace entri ini dan membank in kan duit utk aku.. uhuk2....
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Pandanganku Semakin Luas
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
When you delay your Solah...
Thinking of this, he got up and realized that there were only 15 minutes left before Salat-ul Isha. He quickly made Wudhu and performed Salat-ul Maghrib. While making Tasbih, he again remembered his grandmother and was embarrassed by how he had prayed. His grandmother prayed with such tranquility and peace. He began making Dua and went down to make Sajdah and stayed like that for a while. He had been at school all day and was tired, so tired.
He awoke abruptly to the sound of noise and shouting. He was sweating profusely. He looked around. It was very crowded. Every direction he looked in was filled with people. Some stood frozen looking around, some were running left and right and some were on their knees with their heads in their hands just waiting. Pure fear and apprehension filled him as he realized where he was. His heart was about to burst.
It was the Day of Judgement. When he was alive, he had heard many things about the questioning on the Day of Judgement, but that seemed so long ago. Could this be something his mind made up? No, the wait and the fear were so great that he could not have imagined this. The interrogation was still going on. He began moving frantically from people to people to ask if his name had been called. No one could answer him. All of a sudden his name was called and the crowd split into two and made a passageway for him. Two people grabbed his arms and led him forward. He walked with unknowing eyes through the crowd. The angels brought him to the center and left him there.. His head was bent down and his whole life was passing in front of his eyes like a movie.
He opened his eyes but saw only another world. The people were all helping others. He saw his father running from one lecture to the other, spending his wealth in the way of Islam. His mother invited guests to their house and one table was being set while the other was being cleared. He pleaded his case, "I too was always on this path. I helped others. I spread the word of Allah. I performed my Salah. I fasted in the month of Ramadan. Whatever Allah ordered us to do, I did. Whatever he ordered us not to do, I did not." He began to cry and think about how much he loved Allah. He knew that whatever he had done in life would be less than what Allah deserved and his only protector was Allah. He was sweating like never before and was shaking all over. His eyes were fixed on the scale, waiting for the final decision.
At last, the decision was made. The two angels with sheets of paper in their hands, turned to the crowd. His legs felt like they were going to collapse. He closed his eyes as they began to read the names of those people who were to enter Jahannam. His name was read first. He fell on his knees and yelled that this couldn't be, "How could I go to Jahannam? I served others all my life, I spread the word of Allah to others".
His eyes had become blurry and he was shaking with sweat. The two angels took him by the arms. As his feet dragged, they went through the crowd and advanced toward the blazing flames of Jahannam. He was yelling and wondered if there was any person who was going to help him. He was yelling of all the good deeds he had done, how he had helped his father, his fasts, prayers, the Qur'an that he read, he was asking if none of them would help him. The Jahannam angels continued to drag him. They had gotten closer to the Hellfire. He looked back and these were his last pleas.
Had not Rasulullah [saw] said, "How clean would a person be who bathes in a river five times a day, so too does the Solah performed five times cleanse someone of their sins"? He began yelling, "My prayers?my prayers?my prayers." The two angels did not stop, and they came to the edge of the abyss of Jahannam. The flames of the fire were burning his face. He looked back one last time, but his eyes were dry of hope and he had nothing left in him. One of the angels pushed him in.
He found himself in the air and falling towards the flames. He had just fallen five or six feet when a hand grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back. He lifted his head and saw an old man with a long white beard. He wiped some dust off himself and asked him, "Who are you?" The old man replied, "I am your prayers". "Why are you so late! I was almost in the Fire! You rescued me at the last minute before I fell in". The old man smiled and shook his head, "You always performed me at the last minute, did you forget?"
At that instant, he blinked and lifted his head from Sajdah. He was in a sweat. He listened to the voices coming from outside. He heard the adhan for Salat-ul Isha. He got up quickly and went to perform Wudhu.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Teguran Buat Sahabat2ku...
Adapun makna sabda Nabi SAW, "Berpakaian tapi telanjang," yakni wanita-wanita tersebut memakai pakaian, akan tetapi pakaian mereka tidak tertutup rapat (menutup seluruh tubuhnya atau auratnya).
Para ulama berpendapat bahwa di antara yang termasuk berpakaian tapi telanjang, yaitu pakaian tipis, sehingga terlihat kulit yang terbungkus di belakangnya, sehingga secara lahiriyah pemakainya terlihat berpakaian, tetapi pada hakikatnya telanjang. Juga termasuk pakaian transparan, yaitu pakaian yang tebal, tetapi pendek (mini), pakaian yang ketat sehingga menempel pada kulit dan memperlihatkan lekuk tubuh pemakainya, sehingga seakan-akan tidak berpakaian. Semua pakaian tersebut termasuk jenis pakaian telanjang. Makna tersebut, jika yang dimaksud adalah pakaian transparan dalam pengertian inderawi.
Sedangkan jika yang dimaksud adalah pakaian transparan dalam pengertian maknawi, maka yang dimaksud dengan pakai-an adalah memelihara kesucian diri dan rasa malu. Kemudian yang dimaksud dengan telanjang adalah menganggap sepele perbuatan dosa dan memperlihatkan aib kepada orang lain. Dengan demikian dilihat dari satu sisi wanita-wanita tersebut berpakaian, tetapi dilihat dari sisi lain mereka telanjang.
Aku sebenarnya bukan ape.. just nak menegur je.. Tak tau la nak cakap macam mane.. Ramai pompuan anggap dengan pakai seluar panjang, pakai baju lengan panjang, n tudung, itu dah dikire tutup aurat.
Yang aurat tu bukannye kulit je. Tapi tubuh badan.. Suke sangat nak pakai ketat2 tu pasal ape? Suke sangat nk menayang bentuk badan yg cantik sangat tu kenape? Kalau dah tau badan tu cantik sangat, perlu ke ditunjuk kat orang ramai? Banyak je pompuan yg badan cantik tapi pakai jubah, tudung labuh. Xde pulak diorg rugi pape pun.. Bukan xde laki yg minat kat diorg walaupun diorang pakai macam tu. Laki yg minat kat diorang tu pun bukannye budak2 biasa. Yang dari jenis lelaki baik gak... Lagi untung aku rasa.
Xpun pakai baju pendek. Aku tak paham la.. Bende ni berlaku kat family aku jugak... Kakak2 aku, anak sedara aku.. Hurm... susah. Sape la aku nak tegur diorang.
Aku tak kisah pun pompuan2 kat luar tu nak pakai ape. Tapi aku kisah kalau orang tu ialah org yang dekat dengan aku. Kawan2 aku, keluarga aku..
Tak tau la.. Aku tak berani nak tegur secara direct. Sape la aku kalau nak tegur. Nik pun tak tegur, xkan aku nak sibuk2. Aku nobody. Aku xjoin usrah. Aku xpakai tudung bulat. Aku tak pakai jubah. Aku pun pakai jeans jugak. Aku dengar lagu rock kapak. Aku tengok cerite barat. huhuhu...
I write bcoz i care. I care bcoz i love.....
Motivasi aku...
And now, the end is near,
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, Ill say it clear,
Ill state my case, of which Im certain.
Ive lived a life thats full.
Ive traveled each and evry highway;
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Regrets, Ive had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.
I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.
Yes, there were times, Im sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.
Ive loved, Ive laughed and cried.
Ive had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.
To think I did all that;
And may I say - not in a shy way,
No, oh no not me,
I did it my way.
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows -
And did it my way!