Saturday, November 2, 2013

Temukan Kami di Sana.

Bismillah.

Waktu2 begini, buat jiwa makin teringat pada masa lalu. Teringat pada ikatan-ikatan persahabatan yg satu masa dulu menjadi perkara terpenting dalam hari2 yg dilalui.

Makin menginjak dewasa, makin masing2 jauh mengikuti jalan hidup yang berbeza, terasa sangat jauh ketinggalan sesuatu yg bernama persahabatan. Memang semua kita ada perasaan merindukan kehadiran teman2 lama, tapi alangkah lemahnya kita sebagai manusia untuk mengulangi kembali memori semalam. Dan lemah sungguh kita untuk cuba merapatkan hubungan setelah jasad berjauhan.

Ironi sungguh rasanya, zaman ini semakin banyak alat telekomunikasi, tetapi manusia makin kurang berkomunikasi. Kita punya segala cara untuk berhubung dengan teman, tapi kita terlalu banyak alasan untuk tidak melakukan sedemikian. Memang tak dapat dinafikan, persahabatan yg sering bertentang mata bertemu mesra sungguh tidak sama dengan persahabatan yg sekadar wujud dalam ingatan, atau bertemu tinta dan kata akan tetapi cuma sekali sekala dalam tempoh berbulan2.

Saya tidak salahkan teman2 yg jarang menghubungi saya. Kerana saya juga tidak sering bertanya khabar berita kepada mereka. Sukar untuk diungkapkan, tapi benar, terlalu banyak perkara yg telah berubah. Dan untuk menjadikan persahabatan dahulu kembali dalam waktu sekarang, agak mustahil rasanya apalagi bila komitmen masing-masing mula berubah daripada suatu masa dahulu.

Jika ditanyakan saya, zaman persahabatan yang paling dekat dengan jiwa saya adalah zaman belajar di universiti. Kerana ketika itulah jiwa-jiwa remaja yang sedang belajar tentang kehidupan sering beriringan, sama-sama membesar melihat ragam yang berbeza benar dengan alam persekolahan. Zaman universiti juga lah kita belajar untuk sama-sama serius dalam mengejar impian, jatuh bangun sama-sama saling memberi harapan dan semangat. Ya Allah, sungguh bahagia rasanya ketika hidup ini dikelilingi teman yang kita sayang.

Kini, bila masing-masing melangkah meninggalkan universiti, sekelip mata segalanya berubah. Sekelip mata teman-teman hilang dari pandangan. Mungkin ada warkah elektronik buat pengganti diri tapi nostalgia itu tetap tinggal nostalgia.

Andai difikirkan semula, betapa singkatnya masa yg Allah beri pada kita untuk bersama teman-teman yg dikasihi keranaNya. Betapa pantas masa bergerak dan merampas kegembiraan serta kesedihan yg pernah dilalui bersama sahabat. Namun sebenarnya, setiap manusia yg Allah hadirkan dalam hidup kita, semuanya mengajar kita tentang sesuatu. Tentang kesabaran, kejujuran, kesedihan, dan terlalu banyak lagi untuk disenaraikan.

Tapi jangan risau, InshaAllah satu masa nanti, Allah akan satukan kita kembali dengan manusia-manusia bernama sahabat yg pernah kita sayangi. Di mana? Pastinya dalam syurgaNya yg jauh lebih bahagia dan tiada langsung kesedihan. Dan yang paling penting, di sana tiada lagi perpisahan. Allah, tak sabarnya hati mahu menuju ke sana, berbahagia dengan jiwa-jiwa yg tenang, yg mencintai Tuhannya, dan yang menyayangi kita kerana Sang Pencipta.

Ya Allah berikanlah kami hidayahMu. Berikan kami kekuatan untuk terus berjalan di atas petunjukMu. Ya Allah temukanlah kami suatu hari nanti di sana kelak. Sungguh kami ingin berbahagia di bawah naunganMu, di dalam FirdausiMu. Ya Allah bantulah kami untuk terus mencintai kebaikan dan meninggalkan segala apa yg Engkau benci.

Ya Rabb...


Thursday, September 19, 2013

Build it For Me.

Ya Tuhan...

binakan sebuah rumah

untukku di sisiMu

Di Syurga nanti...

E-reader & Stairs

An opinion about e-reader, kindle, e-book and whatnot. Well, it isn't my opinion, but truly this person is speaking on my behalf. ;)



Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Blogging via Touches

Bismillah.

So my previous post is the first post via mobile. When I check the date of the last time I posted an entry, I was a bit shocked to realize that it has been 5 months since I scribbled something here.

I guess the reason is because my laptop is sick. Till today. I just happen to feel that posting or typing an entry to blog using phone (unfortunately: it's touch screen and I kinda hate it) is really a turn off. It grabs away my mood of updating anything here.

I am so sorry if the silence of this blog is just too long and seems almost for years. I am trying to force myself to like the new mode of blogspot that I have now. No choice, since the laptop might have to endure its sickness for a long period of time.

Hoping that I will have more motivation and desire to share posts here. InshaAllah. ♥

What's Sad About It

“You know what’s sad about reading books? It’s that you fall in love with the characters. They grow on you. And as you read, you start to feel what they feel - all of them - you become them. And when you’re done, you’re never the same. Sure you’re still you, you look the same, talk in the same manner, but something in you has changed. Something in the way you think, the way you choose, sometimes, even the things you say may differ. But it all comes down to the state you go to after a nice novel. The after-feeling. It’s amazing, but somehow, you feel left alone by that world you were once in. It’s overwhelming. But it makes you sad. Cause for once you were this, this otherworldly being in… Neverwhere, and then you suddenly have to say goodbye after a few weeks from when you read the last page. When you’ve recovered from that state. It’s just… quite sad” -atomos

Picture credit to: abouthappybooks.tumblr.com

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Of Little Home and Lovely Mom

Bismillah.

Life is beautiful in it's own unique way isn't it? Some things that people think can cause happiness, are usually the source of problems and sadness. On the other hand, there are times where we think certain people aren't happy due to the low-economy status that they have, but in reality they are happier than thousands of rich people on this Earth.

Too many real-events had proved to us that happiness is something that comes from inside, and obviously materials aren't the reasons of its existence.

I can still remember clearly those days of ours (me and my siblings) where we were genuinely very happy and satisfied with life, although at that time we lived in a small house, with too many damages and cracks. The house wasn't in a perfect condition, but Alhamdulillah it was comfortable enough for us.

Believe it or not, but each time me and my sister reminisce about our childhood, we will always end up laughing very hard when the topic about our home back then enters the conversation. It was so funny to think that we were once lived joyously in a home with a roof which will 'fly' and fold itself whenever strong wind strikes. And it becomes more hilarious when we talk about the angry washing machine, as well as the 'environmental friendly' kitchen wall of that humble house of ours.



Well, I just wanna say that although we didn't live in a big cozy house, we did enjoy our lives to the fullest, and my siblings will agree with me if I say that the memory captured in that house, is definitely the best and sweetest childhood memory that we had. We played, fought, cried, fall, and did everything together. We didn't have much friends in that neighbourhood, but it was never an issue for us.

And one more thing, I think we led a gleeful days back then because we had our mum 24/7 with us. (My mum is a full time at home mother). Who cares if we didn't get to play computer games or iPad like today's kids? We have the best companion ever; our mum. Who cares if we didn't get to eat luxurious food every day? We have our mother's hand to cook and feed us. Who cares if we didn't sleep on a soft and pillowy bed? We have our mother's lap and voice to sing us to sleep. Life is really a heaven when you know that you always have your mother with you, to care about you and to be your best friend ever.

Abu Hurairah (radi Allahu anhu) reported that a person came to the Messenger of Allah (sal Allahu alaihi wa sallam) and asked: “Who among people is the most deserving of my fine treatment?” He (sal Allahu alaihi wa sallam) replied: “Your mother.” He then asked, “Who next?” The Prophet (sal Allahu alaihi wa sallam) replied: “Your mother.” He asked again: “Who next?” He (sal Allahu alaihi wa sallam) said again, “Your mother.” He again asked, “Then who?” He (sal Allahu alaihi wa sallam) said: “Your father.” [Sahih Bukhari]
Well, happiness isn't about money.

Money isn't everything.

Family is everything.




p.s.: I miss my brothers and sisters! <3

Monday, April 8, 2013

Permulaannya Sahaja yang Sulit

Bismillah.

Ada yang kongsikan artikel "Hiburan Bagi yang Mendapatkan Musibah" di facebook. Saya rasa terhibur dengan ayat-ayat dalam penulisan itu. Satu bahagian yang saya sangat tertarik ketika membacanya, dan rasa terubat sedih:

Musibah Awalnya Saja Terasa Sulit, Namun Jika Bersabar Akan Semakin Mudah  
Hudzaifah ibnul Yaman mengatakan, 
 إِنَّ اللهَ لَمْ يَخْلُقْ شَيْئاً قَطٌّ إِلاَّ صَغِيْراً ثُمَّ يَكْبَرُ، إِلاَّ المصِيْبَة فَإِنَّهُ خَلَقَهَا كَبِيْرَةً ثُمَّ تَصْغُرُ 
“Sesungguhnya Allah tidaklah menciptakan sesuatu melainkan dari yang kecil hingga yang besar kecuali musibah. Adapun musibah, Allah menciptakannya dari keadaan besar kemudian akan menjadi kecil.” (Bahjatul Majalis wa AnsulMajalis, hal. 250)  
Allah menciptakan segala sesuatu, misalkan dalam penciptaan manusia melalui tahapan dari kecil hingga beranjak dewasa (besar)semacam dalam firman Allah, 
 هُوَ الَّذِي خَلَقَكُمْ مِنْ تُرَابٍ ثُمَّ مِنْنُطْفَةٍ ثُمَّ مِنْ عَلَقَةٍ ثُمَّ يُخْرِجُكُمْ طِفْلًا ثُمَّ لِتَبْلُغُواأَشُدَّكُمْ ثُمَّ لِتَكُونُوا شُيُوخًا  
“Dia-lah yang menciptakan kamu dari tanah kemudian dari setetes mani, sesudah itu dari segumpal darah, kemudian dilahirkannya kamu sebagai seorang anak, kemudian (kamu dibiarkan hidup) supaya kamu sampai kepada masa(dewasa), kemudian (dibiarkan kamu hidup lagi) sampai tua.” (QS. Ghofir: 67)  
Namun untuk musibah tidaklah demikian. Musibah datang dalam keadaan besar, yakni terasa berat. Akan tetapi, lambat laut akan menjadi ringan jika seseorang mau bersabar.

Bersabarlah. Dan mintalah pertolongan dari Dia.




p.s.: Artikel penuh di sini.

Arabic Language is Beautiful.

Bismillah.

So here are the Arabic sentences that I wanna share. These are sentences meant for female since my baby is a girl.

1. Let me change your diaper. 
دعيني أُبَدّل لكِ الحفاضة 

2. You poop?
هل تُريدين أن تتبرزّي 
**But when it comes too poop we say in general: هل تُريد الذهاب إلى الحمّام؟
Its more common**

3. Go take your milk bottle. 
خُذي زُجَاجة الحليب 

4. Hold it properly please. 
أمْسِكي بعناية 

5. Be careful.
كُوني حَذِرَة 

6. You’ll get wet.
سَوْف تبتلّي 

7. Put your dirty clothes in the laundry basket
ضعي ثِيَابَكِ المُتّسِخة في سَلّة الغسيل 
**المُتّسِخة meaning الغير نظيفة ** 
For things like (clothes - dishes - carpets -… etc) we use مُتّسخ 
But for human body parts like (mouth - eye - hand -… etc) we use غير نَظيف

8. Come here I breastfeed you. 
تَعالِي لأَرضِعِك 

9. Wave to her please.
لَوِّحي لها 

10. Your mouth is dirty. 
فَمُكِ غير نظيف 

11. I am ironing the clothes.
انا أكوي الملابس

12. Come let me wipe your body and dry your hair.
تعالي أُنشف جسدك و أُجفف شعرك

13. Your diaper is already full.
حفاضتك إمتلأت

14. You need to sleep more/ eat more.
يجب أن تنامي أكثر 
يجب أن تأكلي أكثر

15. Please wait. I am almost finish.
من فضلك إنتظري .. لقد أوشكت على الإنتهاء

16. Can you please stop playing with the slippers?
هل من الممكن أن تتوقفي عن اللعب بالخُف من فضلك؟
هل من الممكن أن تتوقفي عن اللعب بالشبشب من فضلك؟ (slang)

17. The floor is slippery.
الأرض زَلِقة

18. Brush your teeth properly.
فرّشي أسنانك جيداً

19. Wear your shoes/ watch.
إلبسي حذائك
إلبسي ساعتك

20. Tell mama what do you want.
أخبري ماما ماذا تُريدين

21. I want to mop the floor
أنا أُريد أن أمسَح الأرضيّة


22. I am washing the dishes
أنا أغسِل الصُحُون


23. I need to sweep the floor
أنا بِحَاجَة إلى كَنْس الأرضية

24. I need to hang these clothes
أنا بِحاجة إلى تَعليق هذه الملابِس


25. I am folding the clothes
أنا أطْوِي الملابس


26. Don’t step on books
لا تَقِفٍي على الكُتُب 

27. Let me cut your nails
دَعِينِي أُقَلِّم لكِ أظافِرك


28. Help me to clean up the mess please
ساعِديني على تَرتيب هذه الفوضى 


29. Put your books back on the shelf
أعِيدِي كَتُبَكِ إلى الّرف 

30. Please move aside/ make way for me
من فضلِك أفسِحي لي الطريق 

31. Come here, you haven’t wear your clothes yet.
تعالي هنا أنتِ لم تكملي إرتداء ملابسك بعد

32. Help mama to put the toys back inside the box.
ساعدي ماما لوضع الألعاب داخل الصندوق

33. Mama need to clean up the mess first.
ماما ستنظف الفوضى أولا

34. No you cannot write on the wall.
لا .. لا يصحّ الكتابه على الجدار

35. Don’t pour the water on the floor/carpet.
لا تسكبي الماء على الأرض
لا تسكبي الماء على السجادة

36. The shoes are no longer fit with your feet.
الحذاء لا يُناسب قدميك 

37. The food/water is still hot.
ما زال الطعام ساخناً
ما زال الماء ساخناً

38. We’ll wait till it cools down a bit first.
علينا الإنتظار حتى يبرد قليلاً أولا / علينا الإنتظار حتى يهدأ قليلاً أولاً

39. Come here, kiss/hug mama.
تعالي قبّلي ماما / بوسي ماما (slang )
تعالي أحضني ماما 

40. Show mama where do you feel hurt/ where’s the pain. 
أخبريني أين تشعرين بالألم

I'll share more later, in case there's any addition. Insha Allah. 

Thursday, April 4, 2013

Three Languages

Bismillah.

INTRO

A few months ago I managed to finish reading this book: 7 Steps to Raising a Bilingual Child by Naomi Steiner. Before you start reading this entry, I want you to know that I am not going to explain those 7 steps or write every information from that book, instead I am just going to share my journey in teaching my daughter a second/third language, and how this book has helped me in this matter.

Since I was in secondary school, I kept having this one dream: to have children who can speak Arabic. Coz I found it is super cute to see little kids talking (or arguing) in that language. :) However, of course the main actual reason behind that dream is Islam. I know you get what I mean. The author of that book stated that before starting with the bilingualism project, I have to answer why I feel attached to that particular language. (As for me, it's Arabic Language.)

MYTHS AND FACTS

Okay off with that for a while. Let us first see some of the popular myths and facts about bilingualism:

1st myth: If a child is not very intelligent, then he cannot become bilingual. (Fact: A baby's brain is naturally made to learn multiple languages).

2nd myth: A child will become "confused" and mix languages. (Fact: Mixing is a natural step in learning multiple languages.)

3rd myth: A parent must be fluent in more than one language to raise her child bilingual. (Fact: Monolingual parents can raise their child bilingual.)

OUR JOURNEY

Since birth till a few months ago, we talked to our daughter mostly in English. Approximately 70% English, 20% Malay and 10% Arabic. Day by day, I kept saying to myself that it is very crucial for me to start now. I remember the author said: "when it comes to bilingualism, later always means never." Plus, I wanted to start as early as possible because in learning languages, experts generally agree that earlier is better. So at that time, I tried this way: Today is English Day, then tomorrow is Arabic Day, then English day again, and so on so forth. Well, it's not so good. Coz it doesn't seem organized.

To cut a long story short, after I read this book, we tried the one parent one language method (OPOL) which is highly recommended since it is such a successful way to raise a bilingual child. (There are 6 reasons why it is effective, but I am not going to write them down here. But u can request me to list them specially for you). So, by deciding to use this method, my husband chose to use English to talk to her and me, Arabic. (I am not good in speaking Arabic, but the author said that it isn't mandatory for a parent to be fluent in certain language if she wants to teach her child that particular language. Hey, we can learn together with our kids!)

Actually little infants can already differentiate between languages being spoken to her. And as for me, I myself have witnessed it. Before we started using the OPOL method, I noticed that my daughter really knows if the word I use is an Arabic word. Coz everytime I point to something, then I mentioned its name in Arabic, she will immediately say Amin. For example, when I point to a pillow and say wisaadah, she will say Amin! What is that with Amin?!!! Ok, it goes like this, everytime I recite a prayer (which is in Arabic), I will recite it loudly and say Amin after I am done. So when Majdiyya says Amin after I mentioned Arabic word to her, it means that she knows I am using the same language that I use while reciting prayer, and also, it means that she knows it isn't an English word. (Even though it is the first time she hears that particular word)

Actually I have a problem in implementing this OPOL method. Mainly because my husband is a super duper busy man. His time with my daughter is very limited. If she talks with me more than with her dad, she might be late in learning English and her competency in using that language will come later than Arabic. (Since I speak Arabic with her). So I guess it turns out to be: OPTL (one parent two languages- this term isn't available in that book) Finally I read that book, and found a solution; I will still use Arabic as a dominant language in my conversations with my daughter, but I need to find certain activities which I need to use English. So far, the activities that will require me to speak in English are: meal times, reading books time, bath time. The rest, conversations will be conducted in Arabic.

I AM NOT GOOD IN ARABIC

You might say that you are not good in Arabic or English or any other second language, therefore you don't opt for raising a child bilingual. You should know this: monolingual parent can raise a bilingual child. And fluency in certain language is not a prerequisite for you to have the capability to teach your child that language.

I admit that since I have left university for about 3 years, surely it means that I no longer use Arabic in any of my conversations. I have forgotten lots of vocabularies and become very slow if I were to speak or write in that language.

So I seek help from a friend, who is an Arabic native speaker. I list down a few sentences in English, then I ask her to translate them for me. That's how I learn some new words regarding motherhood. I am so happy that in order to teach my baby, I myself will learn something.

I just use simple words, and mostly repeated words! Because everyday's activities are almost the same. ;) Alhamdulillah, even though I am still in the basic level in speaking Arabic, at least I use it in my conversations more than I used it during my degree.

My little problem is I am still shy to use Arabic whenever we are outside our home. :( I am still training myself to be good in Arabic and importantly, to have guts to use it publicly. Well, the author said that one of the methods to be brave to use the second language in public is by letting your friends or family members know that you are using that particular language with your child.

Till today, I still have lots of words that I don't know. So once in a while I will make a list of English sentences and send it to my arabic-native speaker friend, for her to translate them.

BAHASA MELAYU

If any of you meet my daughter, please speak in Malay with her. ;) You are one of the resources that I have in order to teach my daughter Malay language. Well, my baby still will understand Malay because me and my husband are using that language in our conversations. Though my baby might not join our conversations, but still she will slowly understand Malay. Insha Allah.

Apart from that, extended family is also a good Malay language 'teacher' for my baby. Plus, I am not worried much about my daughter can't speak Malay, because she lives in a community where majority of the people she meets or will meet, are Malay native speakers.

Teaching Malay Language is somehow a way to make my daughter feels the sense of belonging. Family gathering is always a good idea and place for your kids to learn your family language. Well, one important thing: don't forget to inform your families that you are raising your kids bilingual. Insha Allah you will get support from them, or at least you won't feel awkward to use the second or third language with your kids, in front of them.

Wallahua'lam.

p.s.: you can request the list of the common phrases used during motherhood (in Arabic) from me. Only a few sentences but will benefit you if you are thinking of starting the bilingualism project!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

No Shoulder to Cry On?

“Sometimes you have no shoulder to 

cry on, but you always have a ground to 

put your head and shed your tears on.”

-anonymous

Friday, March 29, 2013

Lebih Dekat di Hati

Bismillah.

Okay, ni entri pertama bahasa melayu dalam blog ni. Kenapa? Sebab nak cerita sikit tentang isu yang berkaitan bahasa Melayu. (Selama ni biasa guna English bukan sebab pandai berbahasa inggeris sangat, banyak grammatical error, lagi-lagi sejak tinggalkan zaman belajar. Cuma bagi saya, sesuatu entri tu terasa terlebih personal dan mesra kalau saya guna bahasa Melayu. Jadi ada masanya, saya lebih selesa menulis dalam bahasa Inggeris supaya tak terlalu berbaur peribadi. Itu pendapat saya lah.)

Selama ni, ada sesuatu tentang diri saya yg baru saya sedar akan kewujudannya. Saya cepat rasa tak berkenan bila tengok orang Melayu sendiri yang memperlekehkan orang Melayu atau bahasa Melayu (atau drama Melayu). Mengkritik secara membina tu bagus, tapi jadi tak bagus bila mengutuk. Bukan sekali, tetapi berkali-kali dan apa sahaja berkaitan typical Malays, mesti ada saja perkara yang nak dikutuk. Kalau komen disertakan cadangan, itu memang perlu, untuk kebaikan. Tapi kalau sekadar nak luahkan rasa dan mengutuk membanding dengan bahasa lain, merendahkan bahasa sendiri, dalam diam saya rasa agak marah. Atau kadangkala rasa menjengkelkan.


Satu isu yang saya fokuskan, isu novel Melayu. Biasa saya dengar cakap-cakap yg macam ni: "Aku ni tak layan sangat novel Melayu." Dengan nada yg seolah-olah mengatakan tak ada 'standard' kalau suka baca novel dalam bahasa Melayu. Katanya isu dalam buku Melayu sangat klise, tak membina, 'tak habis-habis isu cinta' dan macam-macam lagi.

Wahai yang memberi komen sedemikian, nyata sekali anda memang tak membaca novel Melayu. Kalau anda baca, nescaya anda jumpa kisah-kisah tentang kehidupan realiti, yang bukan sekadar cinta remaja atau cerita-cerita dengan tema serupa. Malah terlalu banyak topik menarik seperti isu ketuhanan, perubatan, sci-fi, psikologi, pemakanan, golongan minoriti dan banyak lagi. Makin menarik kerana cerita-cerita ini dalam bahasa kita. Dalam hidup manusia-manusia yang sama adat dan pertuturannya dengan kita. Kisah-kisah yg berlaku tak jauh dari kita.

Saya baca kedua-duanya; novel Melayu dan novel inggeris. Kedua-dua nya memang ada kekuatan dan kelemahan masing-masing. Cuma bagi saya, apa yg buat saya lebih tertarik untuk baca cerita-cerita yg ditulis dalam bahasa sendiri adalah kerana saya rasa lebih dekat dengan jalan cerita tersebut. Saya banyak belajar tentang sisi-sisi kehidupan masyarakat kita yang selama ni saya tak pernah tahu. Saya makin sedar akan isu-isu yang selama ini tak pernah saya ambil peduli.

Bagi saya membaca buku bukan lah semata-mata tentang cerita mana lebih berkualiti atau jalan cerita mana yang menampakkan kita ini gah ketika membacanya, tapi soal kita memahami setiap kisah dan mengambil manfaat untuk kehidupan kita. Bagaimana kita mendalami watak, menenggelamkan diri dalam dunia yg diceritakan dalam sesuatu novel, sejauh mana kita merasakan betapa watak-watak itu bernafas di dunia nyata, semuanya antara perkara-perkara yang membuatkan saya sangat suka bersendiri mengembara seketika ke kehidupan manusia lain melalui pembacaan.

Bacalah. Apa-apa isu dalam apa-apa bahasa sekalipun. Tak perlu sampai mencaci bahasa sendiri. Kalau mahukan cerita-cerita yang 'standard tinggi', cubalah bertanya-tanya, atau cari sahaja di internet. Baca review buku di goodreads atau thereadingroom.



Saya sayang bahasa melayu. Bahasa yg saya membesar dengannya. Sungguhpun anda tidak sayang, satu pesanan saya, hindarilah mencaci. Bukan setakat dalam isu membaca, tapi segala isu. Kita bukan mulia, meskipun kita mulia, siapa kita untuk mencaci mengeji melontarkan kata-kata kesat? Ada bezanya antara kritikan dan kutukan. Kalau memang tak suka atau tak berminat, pendamkan saja dalam hati. Dan tinggalkan.

Mungkin anda memang peminat tegar novel inggeris, tapi apa salahnya, sekali-sekala belek-belek buku cerita kita, dalam bahasa kita.

Wallahua'lam.

"Do you ever finish a book and then close it sort of reverently and just hold it close to you for a moment

and then for a while you see the world a bit differently because you’re still half in and half out of that book." -quoted

Sunday, March 17, 2013

I Am a Book




Ari Berk, Death Watch.

This is True Love

Bismillah.

Now there's a face only a mother could love!

It's true! There are some faces only a mother can love! My family and I were looking through my nephews and nieces photos of them growing up, and subhanAllah, we realized how NOT cute they used to be, yet to us they were the cutest little things in the world!

Have you ever wondered how a mother can love her child despite the labour she goes through, despite losing sleep, having to put up with the crying through the night, changing poop filled nappies, cleaning up mess, getting peed on, and all the other messy chores of raising children?

Have you ever seen a really annoying baby and thought, oh boy! I am NEVER having kids! Or even seen someone who once had that attitude suddenly change upon having a baby join their family?

Have you not seen a big tattooed thug looking guy, holding their son or daughter? What could possibly explain this bond? This blind love? This buttery affection that suddenly enters a persons heart when they hold their child? ALLAH! How is that, you ask?

Allah places love, affection and mercy in our hearts so that we may love each other, miss each other and protect each other. Allah places the motherly and fatherly instincts in our hearts, and ties us together with bonds that years apart often do not separate, we always have that soft spot for those who share the same blood, even in the most extreme instances of anger. 

Allah gives us life, gives us love, gives us wealth, health and all necessities. Not a leaf falls without His knowledge. If you think a mothers love is unsurpassed... His love triumphs that infinitely. Discover Allah today.

(Copied from Islam for Kids FB)

Friday, March 15, 2013

Mind Your Words, Muslimah.

Bismillah.


Well, just wanna share my 2 cents about the tweet in the above picture.

I have been living on this Earth for 26 years and I can say that majority of the women that I know are hijabis or women with hijab. And so far, I can say that we do have different kind of characteristics and no, simply putting a piece (or maybe 2 pieces) of cloth on our heads is not a guarantee that we have a good akhlak.

When I say akhlak, it includes the manner of talking, mingling with others, as well as the manner while writing. In today's world where social networking becomes an important part of our days and nights, it is significant to relate the issue of writing since we are connecting with others (in social network or instant messaging) mostly by typing words.

I can say that it is a normal phenomenon for us to see hijabis using harsh words or cursing whenever they are online. It is so sad actually to say that this kind of situation is now considered as 'normal'. I understand people can't escape themselves from having the feeling of hating something or someone, but we have the choice whether or not we want to display that hatred. If you have Twitter account, I think you know exactly what I mean and always witness it on your TL. Hopefully you are not one of the people who keep cursing in their tweets. Yes you have the freedom to say anything, but you are accountable for it. Plus, I think when you are displaying your bad words publicly, you lose their respects. You gave them negative impression about yourself. And about Islam.

Remember one simple rule from our Prophet sollallahu 'alaihi wasallam?

"...speak a good word or REMAIN SILENT..." (Bukhari & Muslim)

I have a few non hijabis friends as well. However, you know something? It really attracts me when I see that they are very kind, and what I like the most about them is they always, always use kind words such as Bismillah, Alhamdulillah, insha Allah, Astaghfirullah etc. It really melts my heart to see them having those words closely to their mouths and hands (read: speeches and writings). Yup, not wearing a hijab is wrong, but cursing is wrong too. And hurting other people's hearts with your harsh words is definitely wrong as well.

I am not making a generalization about hijabis and non hijabis, instead I wanna share my thought about the tweet in that picture I attached. All of us, Muslim women, both hijabis and non hijabis still have to strive to do as much deeds as we could and leave the wrong doings far, far behind.

Wallahua'lam.



Saturday, March 9, 2013

At the Touch of Love

Bismillah.

Finally March is here.

Any special event on March? Well, for me I had an important date there; March the 5th marked the day where a younger brother of mine is scheduled to fly somewhere to continue his degree. Still can't believe that he's now no longer in Malaysia. The first in my siblings to study abroad. I miss him already. A very kind, lovely and sweet brother of mine. (My two sisters will agree with me about this. :) Hi kak, hi adik. *wave hand*)

That day at the airport, I just hold back my tears when the time for departure was announced. I could still stay calm and just reminded myself that it was exactly like the old days, those days where we were apart coz he needed to go back to his hostel. Perhaps this kind of thought will help me to keep calm. But it was different. The background was never like this. No airport, no big luggage, no red eyes. Well, I still managed to not to show my tears, till I witnessed the touching moment between my brother and my dad. My dad hugged him tightly and I could see the love was flowing and travelling between them and at this very moment, I can still remember the mood, the face expressions, I was really moved.

It breaks my heart every time I think about my dad's face at that precious moment. *wipe tears* It's very rare for me to see my dad hugs his son like that, a hug like it's a day after being separated for years, he was hugging my brother as if he's still my dad's little boy, a hug where you can feel the atmosphere suddenly turns dull and all you can do is just hoping that the time will pause and let yourself embrace the mood and love.

What was I thinking at that time? I cried because I guess, maybe all this while, my brother really long to get a warm hug from dad. I can sense that the hug had gave him an extraordinary spirit. And at time I was very sure that love is the most powerful thing that can offer you strength to face life, and inspire you to keep surviving, especially the love from parents. I know everybody longs to be told that they are loved and they have parents to support them in whatever decisions they make.

I read somewhere that there's a survey done about grown up sons. Most of them say that they always want to hear the 'I love You - I am proud of you' from their fathers. They long to get hugs and have affectionate relationship with fathers when they can be called grown-ups. How many fathers that still hug and kiss the forehead of their sons every time they meet and part? Are pats-on-back still mean 'well done, son' or 'all the best, son'?

After I saw that moment between my dad and brother, I promised to myself that when my kids grow up I will still give them hugs and kisses and praises and loves as much as I give them when they are babies. There's no thing such as 'too much love'. Rather, lots of people lack love. They don't get enough love that they deserve. And that my dear, is something which can affect your inner self, your motivation, and your life. Believe me.


If you love someone, give them your time. When you are giving your time to others, it means that they are important to you, coz you are giving them something limited, something that never stops and never returns. This reminds me about what Professor Morrie said. (Again. Well I just finished reading that book, somehow words from that book still linger in my mind.) 

"You know what really gives you satisfaction? Offering others what you have to give. I don't mean money, Mitch [the name of the student recording the conversation]. I mean your time. Your concern."

"Devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to the community around you, and devote yourself to creating something that gives you purposes and meanings. There's nothing in there about salary."

"Giving to other people is what makes me feel alive. Not my car or my house. When I give my time, when I can make someone smile after they were feeling sad, it's as close to healthy as I ever feel."

To relate this issue to me myself, I love my daughter so much, so I give her my time. I postponed chasing my own dreams coz I wanna get busy offering my time and breath and love to my daughter. She deserves all those things from me. I am sure I made the right decision when I chose to become a full-time-at-home mother. Coz there is no regret in raising, teaching, and taking care of the amanah Allah has given me. 

Wallahua'lam.

"If you don't have the support and love and caring and concern that you get from a family, you don't have much at all. Love is so supremely important. A our great poet Auden said, 'Love each other or perish'." -Professor Morrie 


Thursday, February 28, 2013

We Are Getting Older

Bismillah.

When I watched the Wanita Hari Ini TV show discussed about how women at forty can reduce the feeling of being threatened by their own age, it reminds me about what Professor Morrie once said about the fear of aging.

We were told by our society that the younger someone is the prettier they will be, the younger the healthier, the younger the better, and so on so forth. By this, we keep trying to get rid of aging process and hide it by struggling to get the younger looks. Yeah, it's not wrong to look younger than your age, but it indicates that people are afraid to grow older. They feel that they are threatened by the younger generations. (Women, especially). I wanna type here some of the sayings by Prof Morrie regarding this issue. Simple but deep. Very deep.

He said,

"I embrace aging. It's very simple. As you grow, you learn more. If you stayed at twenty-two, you'd always be as ignorant as you were at twenty-two. Aging is not just decay, you know. It's growth. It's more than the negative that you are going to die, it's also the positive that you understand you're going to die, and that you live a better life because of it. "

"If you've found meaning in your life, you don't want to go back. You want to go forward. You want to see more, do more."

"If you're always battling against getting older, you're always going to be unhappy, because it will happen anyhow."

"How can I be envious of where you are, when I've been there myself?" (This is the answer he gave when asked whether or not he envies younger people)

~Quotes taken from the book entitled: Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom. ~

So it is understandable, right? That no matter what age you are at now, the most important thing is to treasure it, to make it significant, to do your best, and never feel the need of going back to the younger age. Aging adds life's experiences to you, or in sum, it makes you wiser. Remember, too many of us look back to our past and say: "Oh my God why I was so stupid last year." Yes, every year we have this kind of monologue within ourselves. Thank God we realize about it. :)

Our Prophet said that the only disease that can't be cured is old age. ((Allah has not created a disease except that He has created a cure for it; except for a single disease: old age. Tirmizee, 2039)) Embrace it. Age means time. And time means Allah is still giving you chance to improve yourself, to clean up your soul, to do more 'ibadah, to contribute more to the society, and to be more prepared to meet Him.

So ladies, what's there to be afraid of telling your real age? The longer you stay in the denial phase about your age, the more you'll feel down and unsatisfied. Nothing you can do to change your age, but you can add value to it.

Wallahua'lam.


p.s.: I am 26 and happy.




Tuesday, February 19, 2013

The Bond That We Have

Bismillah.

Frustrating, isn't it? When people don't appreciate you the way you hope they will. Again and again, people will keep disappointing you. And the root of that disappointment is expectation. So, do we have to stop expecting? Live the life as if people around us are not attached to us and what they do don't disturb us at all?

I don't have the answer and in fact, I am looking for it. I just know that I really really really have to learn to stop depending on people to define MY happiness. Because people are very good at making you sad. Especially those who you labeled as 'people who matter'.

It's not that we really want to put expectations on others. I think somehow in every relationship that you have, the expectations are ready-made. Once they become important to you, automatically you will have this set of thinking that they will treat you kindly, or at least, won't hurt you the way you have never imagined. For me, a relationship is a consent between hearts, maybe two or more. Or else there will be no relationship built.


You know something? The more you are close to someone, the more power you are giving them to have control over your feelings. We might not notice that it works that way, but that's the reality. 'Others' is actually a big issue of our lives. We learn about life from them, they give us happiness, send us sadness, share hopes with us, and many other things regarding them that teach us more about life and how to deal with it. More importantly, their presences in our lives help us to survive in this world. We don't deny that in each phase of our life, we need people to help us feel alive.

If you love and care about someone, show it to them. (boyfriend-girlfriend thingy is out of list) Tell them what you think you need to tell them. Never try to intentionally hurt them, because truly the pain caused by the beloved ones is usually unbearable and takes a long time to be healed. If you really love and care about someone, seeing their tears rolling down the cheeks is something hurting you.

I am very sure that each and every sane human will have this one desire: to be noticed, and to know that their existence is appreciated. Tell the people you love that they matter to you. Be there when they need your help. Show them that their tears means something to you. Let them know that their happiness is your happiness. Offer them naseehah, help them to get up whenever they are feeling down. Sometimes they don't need soothing words, instead they just need a heart that can understand them, and a long hug to comfort them. It's not too hard to do that, isn't it?

People who come into your life are blessings from Allah, and those who love you, are indeed one of the greatest gifts you have. Appreciate them. If they hurt you, it doesn't mean that you are not loved. Everybody has their own way of expressing their love. It is the matter of accepting the fact that everyone is different. and the differences are the things that will complete us.

Wallahua'lam.


Bismillah

Bismillah.



Obviously this is a new blog of me, but still the same me. The same stuffs to be shared, I guess.

Well, basically there's nothing new, except the blog.

The reason behind it?

Can I say, it's one of my ways to 'celebrate' the new me? I mean, the same me, but trying to be a better person, insha Allah.

If I don't write, something inside me will scream, wanting to be thrown out.

So i throw it here. :)



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