Monday 30 December 2013

Shoes craze

I noticed something about this blog. Couple months ago, I decided a share of a pair of heels on each post. It shows how passionate I am, how in love I am with those silly things. They were like crowns which I have to appreciate and be careful with my steps, worrying it might fall to the earth. Something like that.

I noticed now, that the passion has diminished. I can say extincted, died in exact. :'( I remembered it started when I started to write in an anger. Then, when it is something upsetting, I disregard that the fact that those pairs helps me calm down because I love them. -_- So I think those craze has slowly diminished.

Even to look for one on Facebook is really boring. They're just not right somewhere somehow. I remembered when my younger brother cousin told me that I'm helping those women spreading their beautiful leg pictures when I like and share those beautiful heels around. So I guess, retirement to that is necessary unless necessary and appropriate. =)

But still, I'm not tired buying any. Aiming for one. ^_^" Wait till I 'breath again' after my exam ^_^ hehe... but I have no picture of them =)

It's okay to be addicted to shoes <3

Friday 20 December 2013

Children


Bismillahi awalu wa akhir,,
Assalamu'alaikum...

I attended a talk which was basically a session which allows a  pair of parents to describe their as-shahid son, Ahmad Ammar. Basically, they do not understand why Ahmad Ammar became a discussion after his shahid. The Turkish claimed he is a shahid because he was on the way to teach the An-Nur Risala (Risalah an-Nur) and it was his first day. Before that, the lecturers approved him, that he passed the written test (perhaps together with the oral test) about the Risala with excel, so they said that he can start his teaching to the others about it. That was when he was on his way to the madrasa and involved with an accident. And the mom said, surprisingly she didn't burst into tears, in fact she was the one who calmed the people around down. Until she got into the plain to pay their last visit to Ahmad Ammar, she cried. 

Why the parents did no understand he became a phenomena in the country? Because their son was a very modest person. Keeps silence where ever, when ever, what ever he does. What I noticed is that the parents encourages their children with humanity activities. That is why Ahmad Ammar, behind the scene, is a very helpful person. Sincere with all the helps he did and MashaaAllah, I cannot explain more. You can tell only if you listen to his parents description about him yourself. Ahmad Ammar has became a phenomena. Their parents has became a phenomena. Why would Allah arrange this to happen? I am grateful his parents became his parents and Ammar became who he was, because, due to Ammar's sincerity and passion, they helped the ummah to rise and realize that Islam is an ummah that should grow in an each-other-supporting group.  May Allah bless them. May Jannah awaits. 

And the attitude of his parents, Subhanallah, they are very kind and delightful. They say everything very softly, low and pleasing tone. Allahu. The way they compliment their son. I understand. They are not the kind who compliment. But the mother said, "I have to compliment him this time, he had never said no to me." The father said "let the mother do the describing. I don't want to embarrass myself again by bursting into tears in front of the crowd .". My point is, how gentle they manage their manners. Well, I am not saying that my parents aren't like them. I love my parents like how they are and how they control their manners for me, it is a blast already. In these parents I am talking about, we should make them a role model. 

The level of confidence towards Ahmad Ammar was incredible. Ammar is as old as I am, he went to school like other children, and had himself offered to the RMC school, a military school, but then furthered his studies in islamic-history-related course, which i'm not sure what it was, completely unrelated courses in human sense, but that is the course in which he studies the Risala and stuff. But Ammar himself was into history and sirah. He finish a series of 33 books of  But then the mother gave him support and had faith in him no matter what he did. Maybe because he is a man, not much problems to worry about. I don't know. 

All in all, I see the parents as a role model. Like how my parents are too, I see them as my role model. To moms, children are pleasures. Children are those whom cure depression. Those who relieves the tiredness. This not only teaches about how do we have obedient children but also how do we become the obedient children. To my mom and dad, thank you for raising me into who I am today. Even though I'm not a so-good-girl. ^_^" Love you guys. =)

A brief explaination by a friend about the whole thing in Malay.

Allah ma'akum. 

Sunday 8 December 2013

I Guess I Have Forgotten

بسم الله أول وأخير..
السلام عليكم ورحمة الله وبركاته..

In many cases, people tend to forget the pains they went through as when the joy comes along. By that moment, everything seems okay, nothing is wrong and the mistakes are no longer the 'moral of the story'.

Like in my case, being happy is a must. I enjoy every single thing on earth and there comes the problem, when I seem to enjoy the excitement more than everything. So eventually, when grieves and sorrows take place, life becomes the darkest and blackest creepy-thunderstormy-single and abandoned house-day. Well, that is to show the worst. And worst means worst. Nothing can happen but to grieve on the stupid mistake (to enjoy the whole life but to not be careful).

Allahu ma'ana. He is with us. So at the end of the day, the last option we have is to put our head and kneel down to earth. To pray for the best. Na'uthubillah. Hopefully everything goes istiqamah. The prayers, the joys and sorrows. And mistakes shouldn't be forgotten. Because tears bring joys and joys bring tears. It cycles. =)

Allah ma'akum.

Saturday 7 December 2013

Ideas Flying Away

Bismillahi awalu wa akhir...
Assalamu'alaikum..

I'm out of ideas lately and that is why I seldom write anymore. It's not like I had no idea what to write about. I have plenty of them. But when it came to writing, I normally go halfway and that's it. Off to the draft and eventually I'll just delete them.. And now I'm tired of deleting what I write because it seems like a waste of energy and time. Writing should be my hobby.

Maybe because the depression I've been facing. It's a massive load of burden. So now I keep on thinking even ridiculous things. Not in a disturbable state. I'll roar. =( Not because of the final. It is the assessments which I can't bare with. To think of them is a nightmare. Well to think again, I have three weeks of study and 6 assessments to be submitted. EC, Matlab and Statistics. and I have to finish 2 each week. which shouldn't be a problem but to be starred at maximumm! Abah and mama said don't curse! I know. I nearly did. They said it when I was about to do that. "See her often"... IDK,, i just don't know...

Alhamdulillah EC is not much burden. Dr Lutfi is doing well in his first years of teaching. He pretty much gave some ideas on approaching students. Maybe because he has just graduated from his phD studies and he was a student just like us, and the memories are still, fresh in mind so he understands it when we become sleepy, tired, not focused in class. Even his slang makes me feel like watching movies. ^_^ Yeah. Now this becomes a complimenting session for Dr Lutfi. -_- that's enough about him.

I'll just make it short up to this point. Allah ma'akum.