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~ 

Easy Dakwah

Bismillahirrahmaanirrahiim~ 

Assalamualaikum,,

I have never came a cross of anything we call dakwah.. =) because I myself is new to learning Islam in a narrower aspect. So, to watch some educated friends doing so (my definition of educated is in terms of their religious knowledge) is really an honor. I understand why when an entertainer, when Allah bless them with Hidayah, they tend to run dakwah  even though they too are new to the jihad. Simply due to the halaawah of the imaan~! subhanallah~ 

Some people they are better in talking and some write better and some show better, every single human being has advantages on top of each other which I agree and I believe everybody would.  So, as a Muslim, to see people doing mistakes as we did back then is really a pain and ache in the eyes and of course my heart. That is also why people tend to dakwah. 

But as to myself, dakwah-ing is a very risky job. Not that I do not consider doing dakwah, but it really is hard. Some experience of mine, of which a really close friend that I notice hardly kneel the knees and forhead down to the earth, first, I got surprised because I never really met anybody of such act and second I dont know what to do and third, I'm afraid if that person might be close to Hidayah but if interfere that person would turn her head around. It's complicated. So, how do I dakwah if that close person to me is not rightly fixed? So what I do so far is show off. not to show off in that bad way, but to show off what my our religion should perform. Hopefully it works in the end. See? not easy right? =)

Like how a friend of my friend, she courageously wakes her friend up in the morning for Tahajud prayer, never lets that friend sleep after Subuh prayer and recites Quran every day. Interesting right? Lovely and healthy. Imagine the reward she deserves in Jannah. MashaaAllah~ =) 

A friend of mind, he is a directly-spoken type of person. He just says what he wants to to anyone, but of course in private. =) Maybe that is a good thing to do but only meant for those who are close to us. I think so.

A lot of my friends, they do their dakwah jobs by post sharing. I like to do that also. but the disadvantage of this way is we have to make sure the post is true and if it is not, we might have shared the wrong message.  It is okay of what people think of us. and it is okay of the mistakes we did if it is related. =) Sometimes, if an issue is already being considered for a long time, and a friend sees the sharing, and he or she suddenly considers to completely go for the thing they have been pondering, imagine the reward you deserve. Also, we should remember, some are just sharing opinions and not fact, so if it is a fact, we should spread, but we should be careful if it is an opinion. we might have diverge somebody's opinion or point of view, like how I am doing... I write, these are just what I think.. =) some might think differently as I do. 

And to dakwah, we simply have to learn more no matter who we are, a student, a staff, a scholar, anybody we are. learning is crucial. 

Allah ma'akum.

Awesome days with great du'as

Bismillahirrahmaanirrahiim~ 

Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi abarakatuh~

People often get themselves very lazy to start a day. Well me too.. ^^  Recently, my father did a drastic change in the family... actually, it was done before when my dad makes us pray jama'ah for Magrib prayers but this time, he trains us to pray jama'ah on each and every prayer time. To me, idk about my mom and sisters, it is new... So, since I was shocked, I create thousands or maybe millions of reasons to not join the prayer... Everything u can put in list..  sleep, headache, stomach ache those are the frequently used excuses... -_- 

But then, when it comes to a week of force and sweat and tears and offense and u name it, insyaaAllah I can pretty much accept and adapt with what my father asks us to do. And consequently, what my soul fells, the calmness, it is different and amazing. =) It makes my day really great and awesome, in a good way of course. =) 

On top of that, try make a prayer or wish the best for somebody. Say something to make his or her day up. Notice, how she or he reacts. Subhanallah. When people makes wonderful, unexpected du'as for me, all I wanna do is cry. Seriously. Like how the little sisters and brothers from a school I performed motivation programs, their teacher himself made us wonderful du'a. Then I can see the sun shines brighter all day ^^ But to earn those things, we need good deeds, greater heart and pleasure...

Allah ma'akum