tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43803581968988094212024-03-12T16:34:52.093-07:00Hoping for the Blissful ShadeKhaliq, jangan butakan pandangan akhirat kami dengan nikmat dunia. Sesungguhnya kami hambaMu yang sentiasa mengharapkan bimbingan dariMu dalam setiap langkah yang kami lalui.awatif 'adilah atanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104noreply@blogger.comBlogger209125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-71425280006869703262014-05-01T09:50:00.000-07:002014-05-01T09:50:45.852-07:00sampai bila mahu begini?<div style="text-align: justify;">
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This is the second post for this year. The first one was just a try out, since i forgot how to blog. I was trapped in my own thoughts at times but i guess blogging is one way to clear the air. And at least i map my thoughts in words and get the chance to analyze these issues deeper at a later time. </div>
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This particular picture finds its way into the deepest part of m heart, the way an old memories seep into your mind. </div>
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Thousands of us Muslims are killed, all over the world. There are times we do not even have the power to shed the tears for those killed. It is becoming common and almost not shocking anymore to hear the news of the killings. This picture transports me back to Tak Bai and Ambon, to Bosnia and Albania, to the most recent read (by me) - the martyrs in Mesir and now this. These events are the ones that we know of. I am sure there are many more behind the media. </div>
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Just like you, I too, cant bear to look at this. It breaks me down but i believe that I have the duty to at least think about how could this happen to us? I mean, how could this be? Are we that pathetic and weak until we allow ourselves to be the jokes of others? Dont answer this questions. Let them resonate in your mind and heart. </div>
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There are sleepless nights thinking about the fate of the Muslim all over the world. We are strong in numbers, but not in qualities. Some are still enshrouded in the beauty of life, some are too drunk with the luxury the world has to offer, and that includes me of course. We are still weak at the nucleus - the heart. Our hearts does not beat the divine words from Allah because we do not take heed of the revelation in the Quran. because we are SO DAMN STINGY TO SPEND OUR TIME PONDERING UPON THOSE DIVINE WORDS. How could we, the ones that already know that Islam is the way of life, deviate from the guidance? </div>
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Let us try and do the best that we can to let the Quran be the beat of our heart. We are the commoners. We are the person so minute to the world, but we are powerful to ourselves. We cant control the cruelty around us, but we can and should stop ourselves from killing our hearts and conscience. Come, take m hand. Lets do this. Be better. Be better. If you dont know how, pray that Allah show you the way. </div>
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Forgive me if my words are not kind in any way. Wallahualam. </div>
awatif 'adilah atanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-37253497581916245672014-04-23T10:14:00.000-07:002014-04-23T10:14:32.996-07:00whoa! feels good to be back!Salam and hi everybody in the world. I am here to announce that I am back to blogging. Someone helped me to re-live this passion. Plus, there are so so many things that I want to babble about. So many, trust me. Its almost one. Just wanna say hi! gosh i cant wait to blog but i have a long day tomorrow.<br />
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awatif 'adilah atanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-54195001374512379382012-01-15T06:39:00.000-08:002012-01-15T06:51:04.144-08:00adeh.Assalamualaikum,<br /><br />I cant do anything now. I NEED to write.<br /><br />Back in IPBA, Mdm Junainah used to say 'budak2 jiwa kacau'. I normally laugh at it. I pictured jiwa kacau to be such a funny thing. and now...I am <em>Jiwa Kacau</em>. isk. mmg kacau sungguh.<br /><br />They say your fate was set since ure in the womb and i totally believe in it. Jodoh, rezeki, ajal, kebahagiaan kite...every single thing is there. written. tapi, tak salah berusaha untuk membahagiakan diri sendri, kan?<br /><br />'Allah tidak akan mengubah nasib sesuatu kaum, melainkan mereka berusaha mengubahnya'<br /><br />Line mesti suka yang neh : "andai ini jodoh aku, biar aku lawan untuk jodoh ini"...<br />(well, aku rase mcm pelik...sape bleh tlg check balek ayat zahiril adzim yg sbnanye?)<br /><br />walau apepn, walau korang tak paham amende yg aku tules, aku pasti Allah akan faham. sbab aku tgh serabut. gnite. besok skolah.awatif 'adilah atanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-49955143843491924912011-12-19T09:50:00.000-08:002011-12-19T09:52:25.923-08:00:)<div align="center">ingin berkongsi cerita dan rasa namun takut kau fobia. hanya disinilah aku curahkan warna supaya dapat dihadam bila-bila bersedia. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">oit, guna streamyx ke online henpon?</div><br /><div align="center">:p</div>awatif 'adilah atanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-11602877059437622652011-12-19T09:16:00.000-08:002011-12-19T09:47:47.733-08:00Engkau yang berharga seperti tiada tempat di dunia<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLMPcPhBLRluGU-mm9xc3zyxy_MkcbsbmM8i9vdOGB74qEFGOF6wI0J8tvTL4ice9GaY-CJzbgg6kcHlQHkK9jYMi2f_6pnHrMzAKPp2rwbjs3bTiIyqjwQ8L_2Bh84zF5ewDGyiT5piPn/s1600/old+man.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687895926797730354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLMPcPhBLRluGU-mm9xc3zyxy_MkcbsbmM8i9vdOGB74qEFGOF6wI0J8tvTL4ice9GaY-CJzbgg6kcHlQHkK9jYMi2f_6pnHrMzAKPp2rwbjs3bTiIyqjwQ8L_2Bh84zF5ewDGyiT5piPn/s320/old+man.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Cerita apa yang dulu sering kau putarkan?</div><br /><div align="center">cerita bagaimana yang kau dendangkan hingga</div><br /><div align="center">gamat ketawa?</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Apakah dulu ada peluang terbang melihat tempat oran</div><br /><div align="center">seperti kami yang selalu berkunjung</div><br /><div align="center">untuk melihat peradaban?</div><br /><div align="center">kamilah yang sering melihat peradaban di tempat orang</div><br /><div align="center">lantaran tiket untuk terbang yang tidak menipiskan wang</div><br /><div align="center">tapi kamilah yang terlupa untuk beradab</div><br /><div align="center">berbanding kau yang tidak melihat dengan tubuh dan mata</div><br /><div align="center">tapi melihat dengan hati.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">hai si tua</div><br /><div align="center">waktu kita tidak sama</div><br /><div align="center">namun zaman lampau milikmu</div><br /><div align="center">menjadikan kau sangat berharga</div><br /><div align="left"><br /></div>Ada sesuatu yang aku ingin <em><span style="color:#006600;">kamu</span></em> ketahui.<br /><br /><br />Hari itu panas. Tapi di langit awan hitam tetap ingin berlumba dengan awan putih. Mahu lihat siapa yang memiliki langit Allah yang terbentang barangkali. Panas menyengat dengan bau rendang besar mengisyaratkan bahawa inilah masa yang sesuai buat perut untuk memulakan dendangan. Aku mengatur langkah laju ke tempat orang ramai beratur. Tua. Muda. biasalah tuh. semua ada. Hanya dua khemah didirikan. Pilihlah suka hatimu. Mau tunggu kosong satu meja buat kamu dan kerabatmu?silakan. Mahu masuk ke dalam makan bersila dengan jemputan? tiada bantahan. Mahu susup aja di mana-mana yang kosong? baik sungguh begitu. Barisan panjang. Aku rimas dengan suasana ramai. Kotor dan sesak. Aku cuma melihat keadaan sekeliling untuk memadamkan bosan di dahiku. Ada sekumpulan suri berpakaian serupa. Kainnya tidaklah gah mana. Coraknya juga tidak seberapa. Mereka juga bukan anak dara muda. Tapi....senyumnya...sampai telinga. Manis sungguh dengan kedut di muka. Hmm..aku pandang. Kerja sudahlah di tengah panas. Mesti keringat berjela-jela. Senyum lagi. aduh. apa yang suka sangat kerja sebegitu? <em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Belum pun pinggan di hulur, hati suri penceduk sudah kembang dengan suka bertemu sahabat yang dulu sama-sama menghalau burung tiak di sawah tok ayah. Sambil menceduk mulutnya becok, bertanya perihal sahabat yang kini jauh dimata. perihal suami sang sahabat yang sudah menyahut panggilanNya. giliran yang lain tiba. sambil mata menguntum senyum, minda kembali ke dekad lalu...waktu panas tidak berbahang begini.Waktu muda remaja, waktu bersuka-suka. Sahabat yang dulu sama ketawa kini hanya sekali sekala berjumpa.</span></em>Di bawah bumbung inilah panas bahang memasakkan daging-daging manusia di bawahnya. Menggaul semua bau keringat, warna kulit, senyum manisnya atau muka mencuka...menjadi suatu hidangan perpaduan yang empuk dan asyik sekali jika dihidangkan. Yang tua bersemayam di atas kerusi plastik murah, dihiasi mahkota yang semakin nipis memutih, berseri dengan garis wajah yang semakin dalam...sedalam pengalaman yang tiada ternilai. Duduklah si tua di situ. Yang muda satu persatu datang mencium tangan kematu, tangan hikmat membawa rahmat. tetaplah mereka di singgahsana itu, menerima tabik hormat atas azimat yang dicurah suatu masa dahulu.<br /><br /><br />Ini yang aku ingin kamu tahu. Di suatu majlis keramaian yang sulaman kasih sayangnya masih padu. Zaman ini kamu kurang mahu begitu. Sibuk sungguh dengan mainan tipu-tipu. Ipad segalanya canggih belaka. Namun hal ini aku mahu kamu peka.awatif 'adilah atanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-4091390193392222102011-08-28T09:35:00.000-07:002011-08-28T09:39:54.029-07:00AKUim finding it hard to spill things here because i dont want this blog to get too narcissistic or personal (i think it has been that way somehow or rather). hm. well. here's something that ive been looking for since Ada Apa Dengan Cinta.
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<br /><p style="text-align: center;">Kalau sampai waktuku
<br />‘Ku mau tak seorang ‘kan merayu
<br />Tidak juga kau</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">Tak perlu sedu sedan itu</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">Aku ini binatang jalang
<br />Dari kumpulannya terbuang</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">Biar peluru menembus kulitku
<br />Aku tetap meradang menerjang</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">Luka dan bisa kubawa berlari
<br />Berlari</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">Hingga hilang pedih peri</p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;">Dan aku akan lebih tidak perduli
<br />Aku mau hidup seribu tahun lagi</p>
<br />Chairl Anwar.
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<br />slamat hari raya
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<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">dalam mencari cinta, carilah Cinta yang sempurna, selayaknya hanya Dia. </span>
<br />awatif 'adilah atanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-7989010029399688602011-08-14T05:29:00.000-07:002011-08-14T05:34:30.608-07:00IQRA'<span style="font-size:78%;">imran kene denda sebab die patahkan mainan kuceng mama yg baru beli.</span>
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<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" >mama:</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"> </span>pilih satu antara due. im nak mama bawak jumpe dentist ke nk dtg bace iqra' ngan mama lepas maghrib selame seminggu?
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<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">imran</span>: im nak bace iqra' lah.
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<br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" >mama:</span> okay. mule besok awak kene dtg kul 8, smayang maghrib ngan mama, pastuh bace iqra'.
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<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">8.30mlm</span>
<br />si keding datang membawa beg iqra', amek air smayang, smayang maghrib, bace iqra'.
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<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >imran dah tak datang. </span>
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<br />awatif 'adilah atanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-46973660356237328372011-08-07T00:05:00.000-07:002011-08-07T00:08:28.678-07:00HAMBA<div style="text-align: center;">setiap helaan nafas atas namaMu.<br /><br />setiap degup jantung aku rindu padaMu.<br /></div>awatif 'adilah atanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-32368810937104659322011-08-02T06:47:00.000-07:002011-08-02T06:57:29.287-07:00'Ramadhan tiba...Ramadhan tiba ~'Assalamualaikum semua,<br />Hari kedua puasa, aku dah mc. ntah pape ah tiku. kakmam kate aku taik penyakit.<br /><br />Hati rase berbunga2 masuk Ramadhan. entah. perut nervous nk puase sbb perut minta diisi. Setiap hari sbnanye aku ade list yang aku tules. sume aku nk makan. <span style="font-size:78%;">honeystars,teh ais mamak, spaghetti secret recipe....just name it.<span style="font-size:85%;">Tapi bile berbuka je, air teh sket, air masak and kurma je aku jamah. biasela...bile lapar, jadi tamak.font neh apsal mcm merapu?bengong.</span></span>malas nk pk font. aku nk tules je. skill menulis blog dah berkarat, ade hati nk join bengkel menulis nstp. tapi mahal. ceh. napelah aku tak ingat nk simpan duet utk join bengkel penulisan. So, back to the topic, hatiku berbunga. sebab....ustaz fairuz kate, bulan puase dapat pahala kali seribu. uish. banyak. mane owang nk bagi mende ribu2 camtuh. so, jom2. bace quran. beribadahlah mane yg mampu. hayati puasa. <span style="font-size:78%;">tiku taknak g bazar sbb kat bazar air die kaler2. mcm nk suh abang jual air tuh jual di tempat tertutup sbb tiku tak tahan tgk air cantik tuh.</span><br /><br />moto bulan puase: BULAN PUASA BULAN MEMBACA. ecewah...cool tak? cool kan? kan?kan?<br /><br />Buku bulan ini:<br />1. The Lord of The Rings (The Two Towers) - JRR Tolkien<br />2. The Miracles of the Quran - M. M. Sha'rawi<br />3. Dari Salina ke Langit Petang (proses mencipta novel) - A. Samad Said<br /><br />Ya Allah, ringankan badanku untuk beribadah kepadaMu.<br /><br />Semoga setiap jiwa mendapat keampunan dariNyaawatif 'adilah atanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-20708766216192008812011-07-30T08:04:00.000-07:002011-07-30T08:08:41.353-07:00ALHAMDULILLAH<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Yeay</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> finally i can update my blog. I know it will sound lame but 'i forgot how to update'. see, being a teacher is killing me (but i love it anyway).</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">So, how's life sygs?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I am good. happy and content being at home. Busy berangan nk beli perabot here and there. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Since I succeed in refreshing my 'blog' memory, i will write again (</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">promise</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">). </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">and ill see you later!<br /><br />SALAM RAMADHAN<br /></span></span></span></span>awatif 'adilah atanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-42224026188411824732011-01-01T22:02:00.000-08:002011-01-01T22:06:21.988-08:00Masih MencariIts been a year. And I hope to continue writing, and upload my posts every once in a while. This is just a brief one...<br /><br />2010 was hectic and full of memories. Of course I will not be able to paint the whole picture instantly..but....ill be back later.<br /><br />Doakan saya.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">dunia yang penuh dengan warna membuai kita hingga terlena,<br />tanpa taliNya, tiada guna nikmat hidup<br /><br /></span></span>awatif 'adilah atanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-46375539536611561722010-02-20T21:13:00.000-08:002010-02-20T21:34:04.735-08:00update 2<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">7th Sept 2009/0648</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Wahai Tuhan Maha Sempurna, satu-satunya yang layak disembah. Tiada lain selain Engkau. Seluruh tubuh, minda dan segenap inci diri ini terabdi untukmu.</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Aku lantunkan melodi hati buatMu, bukan dalam halwa telinga. Tapi melodi yang mampu aku ukirkan dengan kata-kata, agar aku bisa memperdengarkannya sekali lagi, andai aku tersungkur menyembah bumi. Tuhanku, aku pernah merasa tersiksa sendiri ketika aku sendirian di sini. Hati bagai dihiris saat Kau jemput pulang wali utamaku. Alhamdulillah, selepas setahun berlalu, aku diperlihatkan hikmah ngilu hatiku. Andai hal itu tidak berlaku, entahkan aku masih hanyut dalam dosa-dosa yang hitam pekat.</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tuhanku, hati ini sungguh sayu sewaktu ibu berbicara tentang dirinya sendirian menunggu khabar gembira kemenangan orang yang berpuasa. Sayu dan sedih. Andai bisa aku terbang pulang, tidak aku berkeluh kesah untuk mengepakkan sayapku sepanjang malam. Demi menemani dia. Aku ingin solat bersama. Aku ingin berdua ke masjid, mengabdi pada Sang Pencipta. Namun aku jauh, dan segala angananku tak termungkinkan. Aku cuba pujuk hati, berkali-kali mengamati sabdaMu bahawa anak yang solehah itu doanya sampai untuk orang tuanya. Oleh itu tuhan, aku ukirkan di sini, harapan seorang anak yang sarat merindu kehangatan kasih ibunya. Seperti hangatnya linangan airmata yang merembes, tidak mengerti penat mata menangis. Agar suatu hari, andai aku yang Kau jemput dulu sebelum ibuku…tidak akan merasa terkilan tidak sempat menyatakan kasihku. Kerana bingkisan ini menjadi bukti bahawa setiap detik, setiap masa jantungku berdenyut, doaku untuk kedua mereka tak pernah putus.</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <span style="font-style: italic;">Wahai Tuhan yang Maha Kuasa, yang menciptakan aku dari dua insan mulia…</span></span><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <br />Aku pohonkan seribu kemaafan buat arwah abah yang kurasakan baru semalam kudengar ledak tawanya di sisi. Aku panjatkan kemaafan buatnya. Aku inginkan perlindungan dariMu ya Allah, tuhan Maha Esa untuknya. Allah…kau ampunkan segala dosa-dosa nya, jauhkan dia dari api neraka. Aku ingin sekali menjadi anak solehah yang akan membantunya di sana. Aku ingin sekali doaku sampai kepadanya. Aku ingin alunan kalimahmu yang aku ajukan saban hari menjadi penyejuk dan pelindung untuk arwah abah. Ya Allah, sungguh aku zalim keatas diriku selama ini. Bantu aku menyucikan dosaku, agar doa-doaku sampai kepadaMu. Agar doaku untuk arwah, tidak terhijab dan terus kepadaMu.</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Resapkan ketenangan dalam hati manusia yang menanggung azab melahirkanku, tatkala dia sendirian. Temani dia andai dia merasa kesepian. Wujudkan yakin di hatinya bahawa dia tidak berseorangan. Ya Allah, tuhan semesta alam. Khabarkan kepadanya yang aku sungguh-sungguh menyayanginya. Dan aku ingin berusaha menjadi penyejuk hatinya. Agar sakit melahirkan aku dahulu diganti bahagia. Semoga bercahaya senyum tawanya. Tuhan beri aku kesempatan untuk bersua muka dengan ibu, dan ibu kepada ibuku…agar kami dapat berjemaah bersama. Aku dapat aku dengarkan kalimah sucimu, agar dapat aku sampaikan kepada mereka tentang besar cintaMu.</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Amin.</span></span><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"></div></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;" id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>awatif 'adilah atanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-12352911571338685442010-02-20T21:08:00.000-08:002010-02-20T21:11:40.455-08:00update 1bring back the memories<br />sown at the place i once loved<br />send me to<br />the past that would never be present<br />build for me a dwellings<br />of crystal<br />adorn myself with musk<br />bathe me in the mediterranean<br />with the wave not too harsh<br />with the wind softly brushes against me<br /><br /><br />BuatMu Pencipta<br />selayaknya cinta seorang hamba<br />bukan buat yang akan binasa<br />bila rasa makin mengusik<br />hinggakan dunia terasa sempit<br />hanya bimbinganMu aku harapkan<br />agar cintaku kekal untuk Sang Pencipta<br /><br />Dunia ini tidak lama<br />makin lama semua makin binasa<br />buatku bergetar menghadam al-Zalzalah<br />dengan cerita dunia yang sudah semakin lelah<br /><br />bila terasing di tempat sendiri<br />aku tagih janji<br />semakin kurang normal<br />atas kenormalan buatan<br /><br />satu, ya Rabb,<br />jangan butakan aku dengan nikmat dunia...<br />Rabb,<br />aku idamkan akhirat yang bahagia<br />walau kini derita<br />berperang dengan segalanya<br /><br />"Verily, i am Allah. There is no god beside Me. So serve Me and establish prayers to remember me. The Hour of Resurrestion is coming. I have willed to keep the time of its coming hidden so that everyone may be recompensed in accordance with his efford."<br /><br />"Sungguh, aku ini Allah, tiada tuhan selain aku. maka sembahlah aku dan laksanakan solat untuk mengingat Aku. Sungguh, hari kiamat itu akan datang. Aku merahsiakan waktunya agar setiap orang dibalas sesuai dengan apa yang dia telah usahakan."<br /><br />Forgive us, Allah.<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>awatif 'adilah atanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-23378457702131596802010-02-20T20:14:00.000-08:002010-02-20T20:57:55.932-08:00hey, hows life?<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;">Assalamualaikum, dear Blog,<br /><br />Sorry that we've not been in touch for weeks. I am busy doing nothing. Lately mcm tak lalu makan (tiku tipu), ala2 angau. mungkin kerinduan yang aneka jenis membuatkan reseptor lapar tak berfungsi. i miss my family though ive been travelling back and forth to penang frequently. I miss my house 20 mates, ini sume gara2 blog zati. Tadi dah call nad and zati, tapi call hana tak dapat. malu gaks la ttbe call ckp rindu, tapi ape aku kesah, kate syg kan... he he. sarah yang sebelah katil pn aku rindu, and line and tasha too. pdhal slalu je lepak blok 3. mungkin perlu letak baju2 sket kat sane, tak yah asek2 balek amek barang kalau nk tido sane. enough wit rindu2. next.<br /><br />hobi baru, saye suke melepak di kuburan. bukan waktu malam ye kawan2. ntahlah kenape. it is a place that will stay still, at all time of the day. Tenang, sunyi, menghibakan, menakutkan and mcm emosi boleh hadir bile lepak kat kuburan. eh, why do i call it 'kuburan'? nape tak panggil kubur?<br /><br />ini adalah post yang tak tersusun, this is on the spot. sedar tak sedar ive got few posts written in my pendrive but tak post kat blog. hampehs. tgk la, jap g ill put it in kot. dah la kot eh. tak suke tules takde motif, nnt melalut. da~<br /><br />miss you.<br /></div>awatif 'adilah atanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-24082199713827810672009-12-24T12:29:00.001-08:002009-12-24T12:29:52.837-08:00:(<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">SAYE SANGAT SEDIH NK TINGGAL BEETHOVEN!!!</div>awatif 'adilah atanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-29744639343951932612009-12-16T16:55:00.000-08:002009-12-16T17:19:39.894-08:00Do you believe?<div style="text-align: center;">"Surely Allah has purchased of the believers their lives and their belongings and in return has promise that they shall have paradise. They fight in the way of Allah and slay and be slain...."<br /><br />"Those who constantly turn to Allah in repentance, who constantly worship Him, who celebrate His praise, who go about the world to serve His cause, who bow down to Him,who prostrate themselves before him, who enjoin what is good and forbid what is evil, and who keep the limits set by Allah. Announce glad tidings to such believers"<br /><br />At-Taubah: 111-112<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Bila dipikir2kan, sebenarnya kita neh tak berharta kan? Body pinjam, umur pinjam, sume pinjam. Selame2 hidup neh, rupenye baru tersedar yang kite hidup atas ihsan Allah. kalau Allah tak bagi kesihatan untuk kita, mmg tak sehat la kan. Hurm. This is actually a respond for the book 'Return of the Pharoah' by Zainab al-Ghazali. If i were to preach about the content, it would be no use. You can look for the book and read it yourself.<br /><br />The book made me reflect on us, the youth that lives in our comfort zone. Comfort zone here does not means living in luxury, buy having the luxury yang kita tak nampak. Apa comfort zone kite ek? Kite..(you and me, our friends) live in good health with just occasional fever or flu...fatigueness. We insyaAllah normally have morsels to eat. We have time in our hands and we still have the strength to do the chores.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Lalu kemana agaknya kita belanja kan 'allowance' kita? Aduh, bila saye reflect, saya risau dan takut. Banyak mana sangat la kebaikan yang saya dah buat, berbanding yang tak berapa baik? Bayangkan kalau kita ada jam pasir kan, rupanya waktu kita hanya beberapa hari lagi...atau pun sampai kejap lagi je. eisy. chuak.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">In the book i mention above, kalau nk dicompare the way manusia2 kental neh diseksa...saya rasa second day saya kat penjara pn saya dah innalillah kot. disebat berulang2 kali..bukan dalam masa sehari..tapi berminggu2. Bila pengsan, diberi some substances supaya kita sedar balek, bukan untuk diubati tapi untuk diseksa. bukan setakat fizikal, malahan mental pon kene seksa.<br /><br />Kerdilnya saya rasa bila membaca tentang perjuangan tokoh2 yang bermatian menghidupkan Islam di muka bumi, sedang kita...kita sendiri cuba membunuh Islam yang ada dalam diri. Astaghfirullah, takut dan risau kalau taubat tak diterima. Tapi Allah dah cakap kat atas tuh (112), jika kita balek kepada Allah, dan menghidupkan agama ini...sangat beruntung. Masya Allah.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;">8 days and counting. Malam2 semakin lena. Alhamdulillah masalah tidur satu bulan lebih dah okay. Saye sbnarnye agak nervous nk balek Malaysia. On one side, i am excited, undeniably...to go back. Nk lawat kubur arwah abah, nk tengok satu-satu wajah yang hanya Allah yang tahu betapa aku rindu. Abes la kuceng2 di rumah, mak kucing dah balek. Hehe. </span><br /></div></div>awatif 'adilah atanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-49351395143837606352009-12-15T14:26:00.000-08:002009-12-19T23:24:36.247-08:009 days and counting<div style="text-align: justify;">I am counting days...not to be a mum, but to run in the arms of the beloved people back in Malaysia. I am here not to babble about my emotion because i think the excitement to leave, the 'dragging feet to board the last bas' is understood. Here i am, to reflect on the almost two years duration i have spend, and look at the things i have observed and learned.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">The Positive Side</span><br /><br />1. The reading culture.<br />I hate to talk about this because i know people who will be reading this are most likely the people who are close to me. They know how i like 'reading'. Mind you, i like reading and i like to read are two different things. The reading culture here is something that amazes me the first time i stepped outta the plane, and until now. I am so moved about this beneficial habit because i realize that the effect is so great that it is more to benefit rather than the other side of it. I am interested in this topic, so i did about 'Encouraging Reading for Meaning' for my dissertation and i hope Allah give me chance to pursue this topic in my further study. Imagine a country full of people who love books. Wouldnt be a great resource because people who read is people who think. If not, the first ayat reveal to the prophet would be Iqra', wouldnt it? Here, in two years time i trained myself to read. Starting from half a page a day before sleep, now i read quite regularly. But not an avid reader or book addict yet. Even if i am, i think that is a good addiction.<br /><br />2. Punctuality<br />The bus, the train and of course the people (well, not all but most) are on time. Not late, not early...just on time. I would not elaborate on this for we all know 'our Malaysian time' - the attitude Malaysian has when it comes to time management. Hurm, i am terrible at this. Truly, i am. Adoi.<br /><br />3. Working<br />Ha, time neh baru tawu langit tinggi rendah. Ive been working since April 2008 and last friday is my last working day. Tangan dah berkematu but it gives me satisfaction. i get to know different people, i learn to handle myself for work - preparing the documents, claiming tax, naek turun pejabat cukai and urge people to refund my tax. I would say that most of the companies that i worked for are very effective when they deal with thr worker. Its not that in Malaysia there is no company that possess this characteristic, but this is something that we could look up to, and learn.<br /><br />Be back for the other side of the story.<br /><br /><br /></div>awatif 'adilah atanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-46087396880154564732009-12-13T16:57:00.000-08:002009-12-13T17:02:41.501-08:00sape tawu makne boring?Salam and muah2 to readers,<br /><br />Boring tau nggak kawan2? Aduh. Lagi 12 hari nk balek and i am surrounded with silence and coldness that makes me feel like hibernating. Uish. I dont like to be in this condition. Cube kasik tau ape2 idea untuk hilangkan keboringan aku neh..setakat ini aku hanya mampu mengisi masa dengan membaca buku. Nk tgk movie online takde mood. nk browse2 utube pn takde mood. aku cume nk balek msia aje. Kalau ade beetho ok la sket.<br /><br />ok bye.awatif 'adilah atanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-11017014875037598662009-12-09T14:52:00.000-08:002009-12-09T15:01:58.409-08:00nothing comes for free<div style="text-align: justify;">i cant sit still, i am always moving around. i am having a hard time to focus, especially in class. even if it is only a one-hour class..i find it difficult to sit for such a long time. every now and then i need to off-task. ill go to toilet, i flip open my phone and check the contacts for no reason.<br /><br />almost two years here, ive learnt one thing - nothing comes for free. You want a job, seek. You want new friends, go out and mingle. From a view...Islam is not a miraculous religion. If you dont work for it, you get nothing. Sedangkan nk pahala pn kena usaha, even the effort does not show (like pray for your friends).<br /><br />this is not random. i am writing this for i have an exam tomorrow. this is the first time in life that i study. i never really study before. not for pmr, not for spm. i wonder if i did study for those exams...i might be on the path to be a verterinar. Owh...how wonderful. But this is the path laid down for me. The path for me to venture till the time comes for me to leave. With that, i hope to purify myself along the way, so ill be granted Jannah.<br /><br />jalan menuju syurga itu bukanlah jalan yang indah, kerana nikmat di syurga terlalu mengasyikkan. tentunya mahar untuk ke sana bukan sebarang mahar, mahar yang menuntut manusia berperang dengan diri sendiri. Allah, kdgkala terlalu sukar untuk mengawal diri...tapi aku yakin janji Allah itu pasti.<br /><br />All the best kawan2!<br /><br />psst: glad that mak's home now. Not gonna disturb her for the moment, let her rest. she's not very well. (pesanan untuk kakmam)<br /><br /><br /></div>awatif 'adilah atanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-14287033756412998192009-12-04T12:49:00.000-08:002009-12-04T12:53:42.652-08:00tamat masa berhibernasiAssalamualaikum and hye readers!<br /><br />Back to blogging i guess. Ngee. Mcm lame je tak menulis, ecewah. Pdhal tak pn kan. Heh. So, the dissertation is over, packing pn dah. Cume yg last2 minute tuh nnt kite pack. Now tak seswai. This is cliche, but ill say it anyway. Lots of things are swimming in my head, so i cannot put my sentences right. Better that i stop here, kan. Stay tune for the next post. Tata..mish you all. phewit!<br /><br />Love,<br />Tikuawatif 'adilah atanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-36198624831188909392009-10-29T16:38:00.001-07:002009-10-29T16:56:34.560-07:00Owh Tomok...<div style="text-align: justify;">I was listening to Exist's Diranta Digelangi Rindu when suddenly this thought popped in. "I wanna watch Exist's vids on Youtube". This act then led me to Rahsia Pohon Cemara, and on the side bar, there was a link to Tomok's performance on OIAM. He sang Rahsia Pohon Cemara, of course. Do you want to know what i think? He's nice. I mean, the way he sang that song. OK. Good. (Nad's gonna grin reading this). Well,next. I think he's cute. Okay la. But then. Aha. This made me write this post. I was imagining, what if suddenly this country was invaded? What if, suddenly seruan Jihad untuk mempertahankan agama itu datang secara tiba2? (Owh, i am going to be bombarded...coz the calls are there already lah tiku). I mean, what if all those things ive been reading, like the war that is currently happening in Palestine happens in beloved Malaysia? are we going to be able to be in the frontline, dengan hati yang sedikit pon tidak gentar berhadapan musuh...semate2 untuk mempertahankan agama Allah? Bagaimana kita, the youngsters yang selama ini hidup dengan Melodi (Tiku), One in A Million (Tiku), segala hiburan yang memang sangat seronok (Tiku lagi)...akan bermujahadah?<br /><br />Ya Allah, saat ini, hati rasa mcm dicarik dengan besi tajam yang panas. Perut rasa menggelegak sebab saya takut. Again, sorry to take Tomok as an example, bukan ape...sbab video youtube yg saya tgk tadi melambangkan the youths kat Malaysia, termasuk saya, of course. Oklah sayangs...jangan pandang jauh. Tgk diri sendiri. Sejauh mana kita, saya mewakili an-nisa menjaga pandangan mata kita dan hati kita sewaktu bershopping. Saya kalau masuk sports world ttba rasa perlu semua benda. Bila browse Clarks, suddenly sy rasa saya tak cukup kasut. Bila saya browse adidas, royal albert...sy rasa semua itu sangat2 saya perlukan.<br /><br />Astaghfirullah. memang. Dunia ini sangat ini, menarik...menggoda. Sungguh, menahan nafsu itu sangat2 susah. Sangat susah. Sangat.<br /><br />people are naturally tempted by the lure of women, children, treasures of gold and silver. horses of mark, cattle and plantation. These are the enjoyments in the life of this world;but with Allah lies a goodly abode to return to. (Ali Imran:14)<br /><br />memang. Kita semua mahukan syurga. Saya ingin berehat di syurga. Saya ingin di sana, sebagai reward atas segala yang saya kerjakan di sini. Tapi sejauh mana kita telah menahan nafsu, sejauh mana kita menjaga hati kita, to keep ourselves pure....to entitle us to this permanent success? Layakkah kita? How hard and how far have we strive for Jannah?<br /><br />Allah...forgive us that we have wronged ourselves. We hold on to your Guide, to lead us to Jannah. Forgive us and our parents, for the excess we have commited. Truly, You are the Magnificent.<br /></div>awatif 'adilah atanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-23698952292689115042009-09-29T22:54:00.000-07:002009-09-29T23:21:23.177-07:00Smart Tunnel<div style="text-align: justify;">lets stop using the egocentric word 'i' shall we. at least lets try. here goes.<br /><br />people say, there is a light at the end of the tunnel. well, you have to get to the end to confirm the saying. During the process of finding that answer, one needs to experience the 'tunnel'. They will know how smelly the tunnel is, the coldness that lies in it, etc. Same goes with growing up. I thought (whoopsy, i use the word 'i')... that growing up is easy. Study, graduate, work, have family and tada....you live happily ever after. Well, that is not the case. Being an adult carries huge responsibility to the people around you. Being selfish is not in the option, but sometimes we just cant help it. Or..maybe we are just too greedy to fulfill our desire, so eager that it blinds us. Owh, am i a thinker? am i? am i not? forget the answer. not important to me. I was always sure of my future when i was a child. I saw myself as a vet, having my own clinic, living life the way i want - peaceful and smooth. Dear...that is not how it turns out to be. I am going to be a teacher in two years time, InsyaAllah. and how about that passion with animals? it is still there, just without the qualification of being a vet.<br /><br />I asked permission from my brother to go back, since mak is going to pilgrimage. And he replied "No, dont come back. Mak didnt agree. Save the money for the future". You see, my brother's word is law. I mean...im sure he must have given it a thought. I respect him, so there it goes.... i am staying with my heart about to burst missing mak, and go to bed sobbing like a child. I<br /><br />The word 'future' struck me. "yeah, maybe people who went overseas are more mature coz they move on" - Lesley Woodhead. Aha. Future...Future. (Fairtrade's slogan - growing better future for coffee). What do i want? I do have some sort of poorly drafted plan but maybe i will need to lay it down carefully. Come on, who wants to help put up their hands! For now, lets just strive to be the best muslim, and focus on dissertation, alright love?<br /><br />It has been quite sometime since i write a post this way. Coz ive been thinking about stuffs that it messed my mind. But then again, didnt i believe in Allah's promises? That He hears every prayer, that He is near to me that the jugular vein? Therefore i feel calm now. Ya Allah, forgive me for my sins. Help me to be your faithful servant, and dont blind me with the wealth in this world. Guide me to live this life, the blessed way. "You alone do we worship and You alone do we turn for help".<br /><br />To kucings that i met at Turki, to the little child that suddenly give me a hug. I miss you.<br /><br />Assalamualaikum, take care coz i care. wah?<br /></div>awatif 'adilah atanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-28872281004918582362009-09-29T06:46:00.000-07:002009-09-29T06:58:11.158-07:00bukan counting crows, but counting days<span style="font-family:verdana;">sbab sy malas nk tules pepanjang sbab otak sy serabuts, sy letak dlm bullet point aje eh. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"><strong>~ kalau hari2 kite mimpi malaysia, itu maknenyer ape?</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"><strong>~ kalau ade owang tuh bacekan kite surah an-naba' dlm mimpi, makne ape plaks?</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"><strong>~ kalau kite bukak mate aje, satu badan kite lenguh gile sbab tido tak bergerak2, cube teka apa maksudnye?</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"><strong>~pas tuh kite bangun tido siap2, g libry trus bukak Microsoft Words....?? mungkin tiade maknenye. heh. </strong></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><div align="justify"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">akunakbalekmsiakalaubolehsekarangjugakmintakpinjampintusukehatidari</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">doraemonma</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">ne2kucengygakujumpepasnehsiapahkenepenyek..nkpanjatpokok</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">rambutanmakanbahulu</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">limebungkussukehatilankmakanbanyakmane,akubeli</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">guneduetsendrisianakukanbilepening2l</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">alats..biaselainikanpembawakanbudaks</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">iskcuacebestplaksarinehdahla,dgrlaguzinnirahjoms.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">ok bye. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span>awatif 'adilah atanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-63805133291056408902009-09-22T06:15:00.000-07:002009-09-22T06:41:29.399-07:00introducing the cats<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwWvXBuUPpKyYCqzMKxEjL5wWojVNVtS4iUnDz_TUmlZ9EGfcte4p-CqxXkA5uDyS1rrSHMJoVvRakI_RiXnA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />more to come... im off to turki. mintak ampun mintak maaf. see you!awatif 'adilah atanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380358196898809421.post-42351992879752205282009-09-20T17:11:00.000-07:002009-09-20T17:30:55.492-07:00mabuk<div style="text-align: center;">ada puisi untuk dia<br />yang sering aku alunkan dalam kepala<br />dan aku bawa bersama<br />setiap langkahku<br /><br />Tuhan kukuhkan tuntunanMu padaku<br />kerna aku mabuk rindu<br />mabuk rindu bertemu ibu<br /><br />angin menyapa, kirimkan berita<br />tentang aku yang baik-baik sahaja<br />wahai angin; perihalkan kepadanya<br />tentang aku yang melihat senyumnya<br />di mana-mana<br /><br />tentang aku yang mengirimkanmu<br />segarkan dia dengan aroma rinduku<br /><br />mabuk rindu bertemu ibu,<br />teruskan pimpinan KasihMu<br /></div>awatif 'adilah atanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11593405214844781104noreply@blogger.com0