Effort

Bismillah.

It's another 2 months towards becoming a wife and friend to a noble man, a daughter to new parents, sister to new siblings and life would totally change. Soon a mother.The feelings, only Allah knows. How far have I tried, my effort to become that woman who would have to deal with things. Being a wife is not being completely the only girl all the time. Yes, I realize all that.

Well, at all time we read quotes and articles about household. Some are very useful that people would use them for daily basis. Some are too optimist that they give too 'good idea' about marriage life. Husband would do that... Life would be perfect... bla3.. and some would completely critique marriage life. Husbands beat up wife.. Life would be miserable.. bla3..

The idea about marriage life is that it cycles. It's a wheel of life. Sometimes it's a miracle. It's paradise on the Earth. sometimes when it's not right then it's just not right, hell on Earth.

The idea is expectation about marriage life is destructive. Just go for it and give your all.

My effort. idk. I think i'm getting worse in all aspects. Attitude, emotional, whatever you name it. =.= Ya Allah Ya Latif. Give guidance please to this helpless slave. =.= 

Cooking?! so not me..

Bismillahirrahmaanirrahiim..

Peace be upon you, and all the Gazans who are going through tough situation in their country. May Allah inhibits the Israels right away. May victory be with Gazans.

Putting that aside, I am very upset with myself as I tried a lot of recipes, and finally I'll fail whether be it is a dish, a desert, cookies, whatever it is. So far I wrote down the recipes so that I will not forget. Hopefully it'll help. 

And surprisingly I bought 3 or 4 books regarding cooking things. And unsurprisingly I am not familiar with the ingredients itself and on top of that there are many ingredients which the whole family don't eat. 

So yeah, I'm done with cooking I guess. Dear husband to be, get ready to lose weight.

Women, It's Not Safe

Bismillahirrahmaanirrahiim...

Assalamu'alaikum..

I have this very small thought and feeling of insecure to ever live on Earth. recently, in my country, I read a lot of news regarding sex abuse. Of all things, sex crime is the most fear to all women, where nobody on earth would be pleased with. Nobody would consent such a crime to happen to themselves. 

Here in Malaysia, or even in the world, men are always dominant. Somehow when the wold has modernized, women are no longer belittled. But then still, sex abuse happens. Men abuse women, rare cases do happen where women abuse men.

In my religion, the law has put forth 'hudud' which means the bound where generally, for sex criminals, the punishment is a hundred lashes in public and a year of isolation. However, the punishments applies only if there are 4 witnesses of the crime. Hudud also applies for theft, but with different punishment. Once a theft is done and is found guilty, one hand would be cut. This law isn't done in my country for the country is a multireligious country and some things it is not fair that the punishments are different for certain race. 

Well, still, in my opinion, since the rapers think that the punishment are too little for them, they repititively, inhumanly and without right of mind, carry out sex abusive crimes towards women. Plus, in my society, a raped women are usually isolated for having no dignity any longer. MashaaAllah. The innocent women must have went though such a harsh life being sexually abused and abandoned in the same time. Imagine if the hudud is carried out, people will thing twice, maybe more than that to even approach a woman, or if it involves theft, to steal any thing.

I'm afraid what if it happens to me, or what if it happens to the persons I know, Na'uthubillahi min azzaalik... Hopefully not. What would be our future be like? I could not imagine. Please Ya Allah keep all women safe. Open their hearts to maintain and really take care of their dignity. The women showing off of their body, in my opinion are actually the reason to why sex crimes are happening. Yes. Men are bad too (some of them), men are of cruelty and lust too,  but they can be tamed when women take care of their dignity, abide the syari'a. 

I wonder, why do the media encourage women to show off their body for a certain addvertisement?? Why not show off men's body?? Why are women being "slaves" to the media, whilst the so called famous company gets the rest of the cents and the models gets a little tiny winy fraction of the profit which was mainly assisted by that particular add?? 

Allah has put forth the syari'a that women and men shouldn't socialize especially when not necessary. That is for a reason. The syari'a asks women to cover all their body. That is for a reason. The syari'a asks men to lower thier gaze, that is for a reason. The syari'a told us that women shouln't look like men and men shouldn't look like woment. That is for a reason. 

AND ONE OF THE REASON IS THIS. SEX CRIME. IF SYARI'A IS OBEYED PROPERLY, INSYAAALLAH THE PROBLEM WILL REDUCE AND EVENTUALLY SOLVED, BIIZNILLAH, IF ALLAH WILLS.

I've Changed a Lottle Bit

Bismillahirrahmaanirrahiim... 

Assalamu'alaikum and Hi...

I recently noticed that I have changed a lottle. Yes I meant little but a lot. Well, attitude-wise insyaaAllah I'm still the same person... 

But in terms of how I manage myself, that has changed. 

Normally, every time I wish to go out, I'll just decide the last minute, or just simply go out whenever I think I should. Now that I have make efforts to plan my day, where to go, when to go, which to go first and should I even go. I have this "tonne" of collection of scarves and shirts hanged, so I'll just grab whatever I THINK suitable and "BEAUTIFUL" and put them on, wallah... I'm ready... Of course la with my aurah properly covered insyaaAllah. 

Well, for some this is just a small matter but for me it is massive. Because consequently, I learn to iron my shirts, my scarves and even my pants! Can you believe that?! Because ironing is never a Yay for me. I usually yell and get mat at my sisters seeing them so carefully ironing their SWEAT PANTS... what?? So far I haven't went so far to even iron sweat pants, but I can't just condemn them anymore since, I'm starting to do what they do... fiuuhhh.... I haven't started to wax my scarf... I don't know... Okay,, mouth zipped! HAHA... 

Well, I think probably because I'm getting a step ahead towards marriage, that I think maybe people will notice me or something. LOL! but this is really funny! 

I realized things when I was getting ready for a so-called date and by that time I had to send my sister off first to her hostel. But then I haven't prayed yet, so I prayed in her room. Before I excused myself, I finish off my hijab and surprisingly, the hijab won't do and I BORROWED my sister's iron to smooth it off. And that was really weird and odd. So my sister wondered what was going on. She asked and I blushed that I had to told her everything. LOL. It was a moment of embarrassment for serious. And it was a moment of realization that I HAVE CHANGED! 

New Car

Assalamu'alaikum and Hi. Kaifahalukum??

Alhamdulillah now my life is more and less about my fiance and my family. Abah is not doing well, still. I just hope he is showered with His blessings and barakah and a lot of patience. Having spine issue isn't something everybody can deal with, with patience. I know too, because I also have spine issues. My fiance classifies it as an uniqueness. Alhamdulillah he gets it well. I would rather tell him earlier than waking up in the morning knowing that he regrets choosing me as his wife for hiding about it. Mine is not painful. Whereas abah's is very painful and since each and every part of our body is attached to our spine, then any part of the body may feel pain.  So far, his thigh and below is in pain and so, he has to consume on pain killer at maximum 4-6 per day. MashaaAllah. Please make something washes away his pain!

Coming back to the subject, alhamdulillah my fiance has bought his own car and I am happy for him. Not to brag about it, but I think it is a great achievement of his, and it should be something I should appreciate. Since I am a student, so he works alone to make money for our marriage. Yes. I'm the dependent kind of girl. Allah blesses him for accepting me the way I am. And so, he has to be very busy and work and work and work... I know I'm a tuyuk... =( Ouh dear... hopefully I can get up on my feet like everybody else. =) 

Meanwhile, I am asking help from a friend to plan the wedding. In the condition of my mom and dad not in their well being, my mom after her TIA attack last year, I know that I cannot make them involved in my wedding plan. Not to purposely exclude them, but I know they couldn't bare the feeling when they get tired. Allah knows.  May Allah ease our ceremony, may it be as simple and convenient it would be. Amiin. 

Engaged 16th March 2014

Alhamdulillah. 

Last couple weeks, I was proposed by a man. After couple arrangements, his dad contacted my dad for a meet and alhamdulillah, praise be to Allah that everything went smooth by March 16th 2014. We are planning for a marriage but after I finish study, InsyaaAllah in a year from now. =) 

Well, it is a pleasure for a lady to be proposed by a man with a very noble way -that our family is aware about our 'friendrelationship'. I know Islam has putforth love after nikah concept, but the situation now is that I am still a student. A lot of my family members agree not to let me marry at my age. I do not have the strength, I do not have the feeling to argue on that, so hopefully my fiance and I can be as patient and wise as possible, taking care of each other from the distance. Or not as we can communicate in so many ways.

Wedding list? I do not have one. My mom and dad taught me and my sisters to be as simple and moderate  as possible in our expenditures, so does our marriage expenditures. My fiance mentioned to pay everything on the ceremony, i don't how how it should be, but if it is true, we'll try to minimize everything. Maybe minimal and convenient. InsyaaAllah. 

Please pray for me and my fiance, insyaaAllah husband to be. May Allah blesses our noble intention. Amiin~ 

Going Home Often

I am a second year student and yet I failed to complete any of the tutorials given by my lecturer. Since my 2nd semester of my 1st year of study, I've been commuting from campus to home almost every week. Every Monday morning, all I will think of is to complete my tutorial questions which are 10 times more difficult than in the lecture, and on Thursday I will start thinking of going home.

Since I am the eldest sister, I have to fetch my little sister from college every Friday since she too commutes home every week. My friends kept asking every week, whether or not I am going home. And I rarely disappoint them because I rarely say no.

So when I say "Yes I'm going home!" what they usually say is "Lucky you!". A fact I've been going through up until today is that I never had the chance to complete my tutorials. Of three days of leisure, I usually spend my time with my family members going somewhere or sleep all day.

So I went to class with my eyes wide open and my empty-sheeted tutorials. Love is in the sheets you see. You know. Avoid wasting paper, save trees.  As if.

But still those who rarely go home also do not manage to finish their tutorials. Maybe they sleep all day too, or take a walk to somewhere. But there of course must be some girls who spend their weekends getting their hands dirty by doing the tutorial questions. Solute babes!

A blog

A blog is to express by writing. I love writing. I like it to write very much. Ever since I was a little girl, I made myself write almost everything I feel and anything that happened to me and my family but not systematically. 

How much I like to write about everything, Allah knows the best. Of all subjects at school I like Maths and English. Of all parts of English, I like composition most! And now I am studying Mathematics for my degree studies and, I write a blog for my addiction to writing almost anything I like. 

Things we are passionate about, sometimes we discover it right away ever since we were born. But sometimes it happened that we discover things when we are about to start life with someone, we may found out any time it is written in the Luh Mahfuz. So be patient, and He will guide us towards the path we should have chosen for a better future.

That Little brother, that husband to be

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم . السلام عليكم ورحمة الله و بركاته

I have this little brother which I loved insyaaAllah because I respect him for the tolerance and loyalty he served for keeping lot's and lots of secrets I had, and for lending me his shoulders whenever I had issues I cannot keep to myself. 

A brother cousin of my age. My mom and his mom, always sees us as enemies. Yes, we fight a lot. but only on our lips, when it comes to serious matter, we deal like adults. InsyaaAllah like a little bother of mine even though I am only two months elder than he is. 

Love, love here means not about those passionate love. Love here, I define as respect. MashaaAllah, he finds me when he's in trouble, so do I do.. He rarely does, not as much as I had. Till one day, something really bad happened to the family. Not only mine, but to him, to the whole family. So he referred to me. Told everything. I'll advice. Ask him to be patient. Cliche. 

This little brother, always, he's the impatient in the family, I mean he explodes easily. Always, the elder brother would show dominance by bullying him. Of course he'll fight for himself. He always had to give in. Always. 

Until that day, that moment when it happened, he became clueless. I became clueless. And all of sudden, the give ins gave in. He no longer gives in. Untill this second, he becomes the cold one. Now, when I tell the problems I had, he now listens, and advises in a cold mode. Which I can't take anymore. Allah knows how shocked I am to accept the new him... 

Maybe, because Allah has given me a man, that I have to be loyal to him. And now, that little brother is to be replaced with the man I have chosen, insyaaAllah to be my husband. Soon, but till I end my studies. There are so many mouths and thoughts to be shared, that I couldn't marry till I end my studies. Alhamdulillah, I was proposed as early as 20 years old. My dad has no opposition on the marriage, but some other people who just loves to give ideas, talks, thinks, for me. 

So another a year and a half it is. insyaaAllah. pray for me please. Hopefully, things get easier, sooner and better. Allah knows, getting to know our future spouse without the nikah is very hard. My baby sister always does remind me, "To even build a house is difficult enough, what more can we say having mosque built. The syaitan will do what ever it is to not let it built. Once the akad of Ijab and Qabul is said, they'll cry to the death".. Thank you sister. She always has been the 'elder sister' of mine, advising the relevant. 

Allahuakbar. Thank you for all the blessings on the Earth which made me a better human being... a better 'aabid of Yours. 

At Last

Bismillah,, 

Assalamu'alaikum wbt,,

Alhamdulillah. It's a blessing from above, that I finally met her in a noble, precious way in a noble and precious place, at the mosque, house of Allah. I didn't really realize next to whom I was praying to. I had lectures in the evening. So as soon as I finish class and as I reached Biological Sciences School, I heard people calling for Iqamah. Since I'm a lazy person, I thought maybe praying at the mosque may ease what ever I wanted to do afterwards, eat, rest or something (I write this entry instead). So I rushed there. 

I reached the saff and they were doing the Tahiyyat already. So I sat and prayed. I put my hand up, prayed like we all usually do after solah. I saw the ukhti beside me, too had just finished her prayers. So I shooked her hands, placed my forehead onto her hands, and lifted my head up. Mashaa Allah. Speechless. I've been noticing this ukhti for so long because her personality pretty much resembles my late aunt. I don't know, I kept being emotional every time I remembered arwah Udak. And my reflect action was saying "Kak ros.." and I smiled. 

She was kind of shocked. Speechless. Obviously she didn't know me. "Intan.. Junior akak.. pure maths.." That was the first time talking to her. I saw her face. Her skin was fair, flawless. Cantik sangat. The way she ties her scarf, round onto her face, her gums and her teeth went along when she smiles, her height, she is almost as tall as arwah Udak,Subhanallah... Allah knows the best what I felt at that moment. It was as if I was talking to arwah Udak. I know I'm just exaggerating but who won't be if they see somebody they've been missing in some random people. 

And she asked "Tak pernah nampak pun sebelum ni?".. I'm so used to that question. Ever since I joined Maths school, I never ever even had the desire to join Maths Society. I think because I keep on commuting home to campus every week. So I told her I have never joined Maths Soc. So I permitted myself. And she asked me my name again. 

I went back home like a crazy lady, smiling to myself and cried gently at once. I was so happy I met kak Ros. We are both taking the same course but since she is a senior, she sits together with her friends. I mean we rarely meet in class. I usually saw her at courses and any Helwi lectures, she will definitely be there. Even if she doesn't look like arwah Udak, and if I were to have an elder brother, I would certainly introduce her to him. She is a Sabahan, but she speaks Penang. Even I who stay in Penang rarely speak Penang. -_- 

All in all. I want to meet her again. 

The end. Allah Ma'akum. 

What the future holds

Bismlillahi awallu wa aakhiru.. 

Assalamu'alaikum... 

Regarding the title, I purposely made it so because I miss my minor course friend,, Ong Lii Jing. It's her whatsapp status... ^^ She has completed her studies and is graduating in a few months. We came from different races, backgrounds and hometowns but we do things together regarding our minor course. She studied journalism and I am studying maths but we somehow are connected by certain senses. Of what? that I'm not sure. 

Yet, Lii Jing isn't my main point here. I think I have posted much fewer than always. I had time but I had no ideas. I had ideas but as the ideas flows through my vein, it got stuck halfway and I had to erase everything upon disappointment -_- hopefully not this time ^^

Speaking of jobs and relationship. I currently am thinking of something good, and praise be to Allah that I doubt nothing about what I decided. In fact, I put up effort on beneficial and non-beneficial knowledge for what my future needs. But well, still, I think what I have is insufficient for what I need later. 

Like how Lii Jing did. she completed her studies. Surely she'll get relieved for having one phase of her life ended. I mean in an official kind of way. And still, non-officially, she still has a lot to do to improve, get her hands dirty and do many things to serve for the society. I believe she will because she is very good at writing. While I, at this point, still when people asks what will I do or what my seniors usually do after graduating. A dishonest answer, better said, a lazy answer (I rarely use my brain to answer these kind of questions) is teaching or further studies. Well. When it comes to my sense, I can be anything I want and do whatever I want to. As long as I have hearts in it. Or maybe not. My dad and mom like to mention about non-government sections. But well, I surely know what suits myself..

Relationships are hard to tell. We sometimes plan things this way, but it happens that way. Of what is certain everything is written and time will tell what and when will it happen. If Allah wills, I too, know how must I handle things. I know how serious it is and things would be getting involved into relationships and the responsibilities I will have to adapt with and surely, I am aware of that. I somehow am very thankful having such understanding family members for entirely accepting  my behavior and nature. 

Sometimes people compare myself to the people around me. Especially of those who 'crawls', 'walks' and 'accelerates' on the same path as I am. To me it is no good. Since I was a little girl, I had this 'believe' that nobody wood be the best. Even if someone is to be scaled the best, smartest, tallest, prettiest, whatever it is, there must be someone, whether in the past or in the future to be much better, taller prettier or whatever-er than they are. Scaling, at school or in studies may help encourage or higher one's self esteem, but that is on one side. We have to remember that there is another side where people become disappointed and discouraged for offending of what 'the bests' are achieving. I just hold onto that and I still believe it is so. 

The end, Allah ma'akum;)

I wish to not like any high heels. I wish things are better than it is now. <3 

That Soul We Have Been Missing

Bismillah... 

It is nearly 5 years since my aunt passed away. And still everybody misses her. It feels like she's still smiling, never get bored of giving us that generous smile. Nagging about her children in a beautiful way. 

And today, her children are becoming Hafiiz and Hafizah.I solute her husband. In this decade, everybody sends their children to national schools. But he sends my late aunts children to madrasah, where religion is the main syllabus of the education there. Alhamdulillah. Those babies are educated with Prophet Muhammad(p.b.u.h)'s teaching. Allahu, it is a blessing to my late aunt. Indeed, to Jannah she belongs. =) 

Her late husband has remarried. Well, I was angry at first. But I understand someone has to help him take care of my aunt's children. They deserve the love of a mother. Her children was 3,7,8,9 years old when she passed away. And forever, they became babies to each and every one of us in the family. Everybody took care of them for her. 

I somehow am grateful that this is what is written for my late aunt and I believe the Qada and Qadr. I believe that ever soul will leave their body and be relive on resurrection day for judgement.  

No word can express the emptiness..anak2 dan cucu2 mak duak yan,, everybody misses her.. Allah knows. 

Allah ma'akum.

I notice

Bismillahi awalu wa akhir~ 

Assalamu'alaikum w.b.t... 

Couple weeks ago I heard these old people sharing stories about how some women dress. MashaaAllah I was shocked at first, sad at second and overwhelmed at last. It was about some women wearing those burqa, the piece of cloth some women wear to cover half of their face, on their faces. =) There are so many opinions by so many scholars about this whole burqa thing. I don't know which is true and which to be hold onto, I do not practice it yet I am not against what those noble muslimaat are doing. Some women, not only they dislike the fact that those women burqa are wearing striving the hardest to become good 'abiids, they do also spread unnecessary things about them. 

The women I heard, they were saying about how the women eats. How it is troubling the women to put the food in their mouth and have themselves full. Some thinks it is troublesome to wear such big, fussy, colorless, and fashionless cloth on their body. My question is why bother? A friend of mine thinks, if a burqa is worn, the attitude should completely change, we have to be as silent as a pin drop, as possible, act mature, be passive, no nothing. So, if lets say I wear that cloth piece, it's as if it is not fun anymore to make jokes and to make friends which is nonsense. These judgement are just falsely thought and manipulated and it should be changed. 

To me, as long as they are not disturbing us as whole, again, why bother? what about the shirtless, clothless, all half naked women, why not do we talk about them instead and why insult the ones with great and noble intentions? The fact that women wearing burqa, the women to even wear as perfect as how the Syari'ah has set (cover the whole body except for the hand palms and face), is a hard thing to accomplish already, do we have any idea what those burqa women are up to? Yes, they are troubling themselves but Lillahi ta'ala... And what about us, how far is our journey to become good 'abiids? 

Well, what I am trying to say is, spread less, especially about the supposely-good things which are wrongly judged. But to spread noble things for all's practice, that is a different story. Think wise. If it is a strory you think is appropriate for 'the moral of the story' kind of thing, spread with necessary notes and advises. =) Hopefully people gets the message...

Allah ma'akum..

How Muslimiin and Muslimaat Behave with their pictures

Bismillahirrahmaanirrahiim, and

Assalamu'alaikum... 

Pictures are a private belongings of ours which we may cherish wonderful moments among our loved ones. Well, I post my pictures too, on Facebook and Instagram, but minimized on Facebook, deleted part of them and planning to delete the current account and create a new one. I do not post pictures of mine on twitter as mine is publicized, foods and cloths and interests would be okay instead. I like it, and I am sure many of us like it to share happiness, joy, whatever it is, together with their friends, and the easiest and fastest may is through the social networks. 

We do not post pictures of ours (Muslimaat) as we are afraid we may bring fitnah to the men and other people, especially ones with pose which are uncomfortably seen, not suitable for non-mahrams' viewpoint. 

But then, what happened to me, was when this one Muslim showed me pictures of a Muslimah, I became emotional. I felt sad. Because the muslimah took care of herself quite well. She dresses well. She behaves. But, unfortunately somebody spreads the picture of her. Maybe the Muslim shares to me as the matter of trust, thank you, but still, IDK why must I feel sad. Maybe because the first thought I had was when people spreads my very own private pictures, even with my Aurah fully covered. And imagine if it is not. Do we call it pity, or is it pathetic? o.O :'( Akhi, if you are reading this and you think you are the one I'm talking about, I'm sorry I'm writing this. But this is for the sake of my akhawat. Allahu. I write this Lillahi Ta'ala. 

So Muslimaat, before the Muslimiin, or even other Muslimaat ourselves spreads off our pictures, do all it takes to put our pictures off the social media, slowly and unnoticed. =) InsyaaAllah. may Allah Bless us all. 

Noemu Yeppu

What is to be Proud of?

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم...
السلام عليكم ورحمة الله وبركاته...

At my age, alhamdulillah, I am lucky enough to get myself to pursue college like other people. So there are a lot of things to be proud of, to show off in the duration of the studies. Of what you learn, of when you have your days off, of how you strive to get something, of when you graduate from your studies. All those, on the other side of the world, of whom their studies are all delayed or even to completely stop, are aches to them. I assume, especially whom the studies are postponed for certain unwanted reasons.

Recently, because i've been worrying about my career pursue in the future, and because i've been noticing some posts by my friends of my age, who happens not to proceed themselves in studies, about how proud they are with their job. Feeling like left behind is not really the major problem. Maybe a little. But I'm happy when my friends keep on motivating themselves whenever they felt bad about something, and they needed something to cheer up, I feel happy and proud for them, in Malay we say tumpang happy, happy on their behalves.

The fact that  each and every opportunity everybody is trying the very best to grab the best is undeniable by anybody on earth. The fact that each and every trouble everybody is going through is unimaginable by anybody on earth. And the fact that each and every sweat and blood each and everybody wants to redeem with rests are way much precious than everything is totally crazy.

So, whatever you are doing, be clear that there are a lot more out there who wants your place badly, because theirs are worse and suffocating. Be thankful, alhamdulillah for being who you are.

Allah ma'akum. <3

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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

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. 

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.

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.

Beauty?

Bismillahirrahmaanirrahiim and assalamualaikum,,

I like it what kareem thinks,, because I think the same... =) We don't really have to pressure ourselves to be pretty in people's eyes. We have the beauty in ourselves which we may think is not, but the fact is, it totally is~ 

How beautiful are you and how do you measure that? By how many people liked you? probably because of some advantage you have compared to what they have. probably because you are smarter. probably because you are the head student and you get all the attention. probably because of insane ideas you can ever think of. Not because you are pretty, or handsome. 

So be confident and stand for yourself. Inspire people like how you like it to be inspired. 

Allah ma'akum~