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.