In the name of Allah, the Most-Gracious, the Most-Merciful
This was written last night but didn't have the mood to publish it as i knew that my post would be a wayyy long post.Anyway, i would like to tell you a story.Let see if you manage to recognize the character.hee
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Once upon a time, there was a girl who sought books, poetry or even other friends, to calm her down, whenever she felt sad after a fight or others. The girl felt that there’s nobody there for her. For nearly five years, she did just that. Write poetry, read more books, or complain to her friends. She did anything she can think of, just to make her heart content.
She forgot one thing, though. One thing that she now remembered, and reminded herself over it whenever she feels sad.
She forgot Allah is there for her. Allah is always with her. Despite the fight with the people around her, there’s Allah who will always listen to her. Allah who will never leave her.
There are some of her friends out there who are sad right now. Sad because of a variety of reasons. She’d like to remind her friends that Allah is there, looking after them. Allah won’t leave them, and Allah will always listen to them. No matter how broken your heart is, Allah will take it back, if He gets all the pieces.
Allah berfirman, ala bizikrillah tatmainnulqulub “Ingatlah, hanya dengan mengingati Allah hati menjadi tenteram.” (Ar Ra’d : 28)
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Having secluded myself from others last night gave me times to reflect more on myself.Kawan saya tanya nak reflect apa lagi,macam dah selalu jer reflect.tak bosan ke?
saya rasa tak pun.This is also a reminder to others.Please note that it was purposely written in present tense [although it was my experiences back then] so that you and me will remember it always!
I know my Islam is in trouble when..
...the last thing I realize about Islam, the Quran, or Jihad was from the news
...all my conversations with my friends have to do with guys/girls, or movies, or guys/girls in movies
...I spend more nights at home during Ramadhan than at a Masjid
...I can't remember the last time I asked someone a question about something I didn't understand in Islam
...I find time to watch three movies a week but find myself too busy to pray regularly
...the 'inner voice' I hear when I am in complete silence sounds surprisingly similar to the latest hip-hop song I heard
...I don't know any people who I can say 'Assalamualaikum' to without feeling embarrassed
...the feeling that God is watching me in all that I do is never more than a passing thought
...I am available to receive phone calls at 2 a.m.
...knowing something is right or wrong and feeling guilty about it does not effect whether I actually do it or not
...I gave hope of ever entering Paradise because I don't feel I deserve it after all that I have done
...when I want something in my life and I fantasize about it and say "I wish!"
...I can't figure out why I am never truly happy deep in my heart and why nothing good in my life ever seems to last (why does it always have to end?)
...the happiest day of my life so far was on a party, outing, or a dance
...I don't think of the Prophet at least once a day
...when I hear of Muslims dying somewhere in the world, I consider it part of 'politics' which I have nothing to do with
...I have no motivation to change things in my life
...when my faults are pointed out to me, and I reply "This is who I am, for better or for worse!"
...listening to the Quran does not make me feel guilty
...I am actually flattered when people on the street stare or ask me out
...my friends never object to any of my bad habits or behaviours and vice versa
...I don't care whether I go to heaven or hell since no one can really be sure about these things
...to me, Islam is just another 'organized institutionalized religion'
...I actually agreed with everything my lecturers taught in class without relating it to my religion
...I generally feel crappy and often find myself telling people that I consider and justify my sins as 'a part of who I am'
...I want to travel around the world someday but Makkah is not one of the reasons why my plan stops
...my parents hate me and have said so to me
...I have never felt like falling down on my face and crying to Allah
...I look down upon people who are more practicing than myself such as ustaz
...my past bad experiences with some Muslims prevent me from getting closer to Islam and other Muslims
[Al-Ankabut:45]
bila dilanda musibah, hati tabah mula rebah,
jangan biarkan dugaan rapuhkan pedoman hidup,
andai waktu itu tiba semaikan sifat bersabar,
hanya Dia saja menentu,
kita hanya mampu SUJUD.
1 comments:
salam ziarah.
kwn mimie~
teruskan menulis.
>_<
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