Sunday, November 14, 2010

Self Travelling


From : Home
To: Kuala Terengganu
Departure: 8.00 pm (14 November 2010)
Partner: None.......................................... (*_*)
Preparation: Physical strength and optimist mind
Objective: For the sake of my lovely sister a.k.a bride to be
Mission: Be independent

p.s: Macamla nak pegi jauh sangat.. Tapi tapi, jauh juga tu kalau nak jalan kaki (^_^)
p.s.s: May Allah ease everything.. Selamat pergi dan selamat pulang. InshaAllah. Fighting!!






Friday, November 5, 2010

Buku Yang Tidak Tabah

Assalamualaikum.....! (gaya Haziq dalam filem Syurga Cinta bagi salam)

Eh, semacam pelik tajuk entry ni. Buku yang tidak tabah atau hati kah yang tidak tabah. Sikit-sikit nak salahkan buku dan persekitaran. Tapi malam ni memang sedang mencari-cari kerajinan. Dia hilang dah lebih dari 4 jam. Missing in action. Lost in the jungle. Semakin tak faham apa yang cuba hendak disampaikan disini. Semacamnya tiada apa-apa pun yang penting. Exam infiniti kali ganda lagi penting dari update blog. Tapi biasa yang penting itu lagi diabai-abaikan kepentingannya sehingga saat sedar diri dan berpijak dibumi nyata.

Entah apa dan kenapa dan bagaimana boleh end up kat sini tak tahu puncanya. Sepatutnya memang tidak berada disini di depan kaca laptop. Seharus dan sebaiknya berada di depan meja study yang dah tak nampak mejanya kerana penuh dengan kertas-kertas, pen, pensil yang dah dibaikpulih oleh Ain, pemadam yang dah kena surgery oleh Asma', biskut, coklat dan kertas-kertas lagi. Sejujurnya meja sajalah yang study, tidak pula tuan punya meja.

Malam ni agak penat. Walaupun tiada pekerjaan berat yang dilakukan. Semua hanya kerja ringan-ringan seperti berjalan ke bilik Dr. Mozasser. Berada di sana dari jam 5.30pm sampai ke malam tak tahu pukul berapa tapi mungkin dalam pukul 8.30pm berdasarkan pergerakan angin dan cahaya bulan. Mungkin saja. Tiada further research dibuat untuk tentukan waktu pada saat dan ketika itu. Lagi tak tahu apa kaitannya dengan cerita yang hendak dibicarakan.

Bukanlah nak mengeluh penat belajar dan diajar. Kerana tahu tak semua orang dapat peluang menuntut ilmu walaupun semangat dan kebolehan mereka yang tiada peluang itu mungkin lebih dari kita sendiri. Cuma waktu atau keadaan saja yang tidak mengizinkan. Juga masih ingat jelas dalam ingatan yang seperti dah subconscious ni memandangkan jam di laptop tepat menunjukkan 1.31am. Ingat apa tadi? Iye, masih ingat lagi pesan Hasan al-Banna yang menyatakan bahawa kewajipan kita jauh lebih banyak berbanding masa, tidakkah pernah kita rasa berdosa, andai terkeluh bicara, “bosan, tak tahu nak buat apa!”. Pesanan tu masih dalam ingatan yang separa sedar ini.

Cuma ada masanya, saya akan rasa hidup saya ini menghadapi kesukaran. Tidaklah semua jalan yang saya lalui itu senang. Dan tidaklah pula saya kekal optimis sepanjang masa. Dan benarlah kata mereka yang bijak pandai bahawa hidup ini menduga kekuatan, jika tanpa ujian umpama menjadi juara tanpa saringan. Mana mungkin menjadi pemenang, tanpa melalui siri ujian menumpaskan lawan, demi merebut piala keredhaan.

So when you have finished (from your occupation), then stand up for the next duty. And to your Lord (Alone) turn (all your intentions and hopes and) your invocations. [Al-Sharh 94: 7-8]

Tujuh belas minit dihabiskan untuk entry ini. Mungkin dalam 1000++ saat. Wisdom apprises us that time indeed flies, when one is laborious. Kalau nak meluahkan perasaan dalam alam maya ni rasa cepat je masa berlalu. Tapi kalau buat soalan Design of Machine or what so called DOM tu nanti dalam 10 minit dah nak give up. Lambat pula rasa jam berdetik. Cuma kalau buat secara berjemaah baru tak rasa nak give up. Kalau secara sendirian berhad memang tak tahu sikit dah la esok cuba lagi. Kalau kalau kalau... bukankah mak pesan tak baik cakap kalau.

Semoga Allah kuatkan lagi hati-hati yang sedang berjuang ini. Juga semoga Allah masih melimpahkan kasih sayang dan ihsan dan mawaddah dan rahmah dan ketenangan dan kekuatan dan kecekalan dan kesabaran dan kejayaan. Subhanallah. Jika hendak dihitung nikmat-nikmat Allah, pastilah kita tidak mampu menghitungnya.


p.s: Sangat nak tengok One Piece sekarang, tapi hakikatnya One Piece itu kurang penting jika dibandingkan dengan exam. Akan bertemu lagi selepas 9hb November 2010 dengan Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Captain Usopp (what so called), Nami, dan yang paling comel Chopper, juga new comer yang namanya tiada dalam ingatan buat masa ni.



p.s.s: Ye, exam akan berakhir pada 9hb Nov. InshaAllah. Semua yang sedang exam, all the best!!

May Allah bless ,
Wassalam

Siti Farihan Mansor
1.49 am waktu Malaysia




Thursday, November 4, 2010

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Final Exam Feveeeeerrrrrr!!!!!!!

Every New Semester:


After First Week:


After Second Week:


Before the Mid-Term Test:


During the Mid-Term Test:


After the Mid-Term Test:



Before the Final Exams:


Once Get to Know the Final Exam Schedule:



7 Days Before the Final Exam:



6 Days Before the Final Exam:



5 Days Before the Final Exam: image



4 Days Before the Final Exam: image



3 Days Before the Final Exam: image




2 Days Before the Final Exam: image



1 Day Before the Final Exam: image



The Night Before the Final Exam: image



1 Hour Before the Final Exam: image



During the Final Exam: image



Once Walk Out From the Examination Hall: image



After the Final Exam, During the Holiday: image



Very very funny and very very true... at least for me =)
I got it from Farah's tumblr and Farah took it from someone else blog and that someone else perhaps took it from another person n bla bla bla... haha (^_^)

Sorry, almost crazy due to workload :'(

All the best kawan-kawan! gambatte kudasai!!!

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Growing Up at The Speed of Light - Part II


As far as my memories would serve - I was born a baby, was a teen and now an adult. Or am I still an innocent young teen? That sounds good! Well, I just turns 22. Alhamdulillah... Friends and family wish me "Selamat Hari Jadi", but sometimes I wonder, selamat pulakah hari matiku? A simple question yet requiring an intricate answer.

It's been nearly 694 million seconds 200,000 hours 264 months 8000 days (so I love calculation, enough said) since I realized that I am proud to have been blessed with the childhood I had, even if at times I wanted to grow up very fast. I'm passing my gratitude to God Almighty for all the blessings He has bestowed in my life. Thank you Allah (^_^)

Well, back to the current situation, guess the pictures explain everything. Here it goes:





p.s: Hati sila kuat, semangat jangan hilang dan fizikal diharap sihat. May Allah bless us all~

Till then,
Wassalam =)

Friday, October 8, 2010

Growing Up at The Speed of Light


I know that it's been quite soundless for sometime. I mean the blog. Me? I talk whenever I have the chance. Not that I lost the enthusiasm to write, it's just that time has been running real fast. And I'm not a good runner. At least from my point of view. Well, I'm still around and kicking. Just that things has been quite hectic since the past few weeks and not to mention, plain laziness... let's not forget that.

There are just so many things I want to write, but so little time. Where should I start? Bismillah...

After what so called the best days of student life, of course holiday... the last cuti raya was the best ever. But after that, life is back under construction, which includes degree life, of course =)

Ohh, looking at the time. I guess that I still have 3 minutes to finish this entry. So that is like 180 seconds. At least the number is bigger.

Back to the main interest here, err... forget the interest. I'm seriously running out of time. CS lab will be starting about... about now.

to be continue...

Sunday, September 5, 2010

That Day I Will Remember...


It felt like yesterday when I last updated my blog with an exciting post regarding the 1st Ramadhan. Without even realizing it, time indeed flies. Muslims are within the last three days of Ramadhan.

There I was all by myself, supplicating earnestly in my du'a, praying that Allah allows me to reach yet another Ramadhan next year. There is no guarantee though. As one becomes more uncertain as to whether he/she gets to live for yet another day. We all know that death can come to us at any point of time and without any preceding signs. This remind me of what happened last week.

19 Ramadhan 1431H

My heart wrenched with sheer sadness having heard that my grandmother (we all call her embah) has passed on. I received the news just after my E.M exam. Shocked, but quickly gripped my spirit between sadness and relief. There I was at a corner inside my room, wiping over my tears. For such loss, never forget to say "Innalillahi wainna ilaihi rojiuun', reminding ourselves that we all belong to Allah and it is to Him indeed that we shall return.

Embah peacefully sighed her last breath at about 2:30pm on the 19th of Ramadhan. May Allah bestow His bless upon her.

Farewell my dear grandma, rest in peace until the day we all shall meet again.

In life, there will definitely be a day when you might fall down. You cried because you have a cut on your knee, or that the ankle is bruising up. But it isn't the injury or the nature in which you fell that matters, but it is how you get up from it.

And that, is the character of STRENGTH. To get up, when you have fallen down. To cry over something that saddens you is a mercy which Allah puts in the hearts of His servants. And verily Allah shows mercy to those of His servants who are merciful. InshaAllah.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Alhamdulillah.. It's Here.. Ramadhan is Here (^_^)



"Allahumma balighna Ramadhan."

YaAllah, sampaikan kami pada bulan Ramadhan.

Alhamdulillah Alhamdulillah Alhamdulillah...

Terima kasih Allah, diatas kesempatan ini. Tidak sangka, Allah memanjangkan umur hingga berjaya menjejak kembali ke dalam bulan yang mulia ini.


It's coming! It's coming!=)
Ramadhan is here!!
It's not just about syaitan diikat
but it's a month filled with Allah's bounties
like its there...
we just need to grab them... as much as we can!

Allah gave long age to the previous people
Nabi Nuh spread the word of Allah for
950 years... that implies he'd probably
lived for more than a thousand years...

so subhanallah, probably ibadah-wise
we'll never be able to catch up with those pious in previous times...

but this is it!
Ramadhan!! Allah opening the doors of oppurtunity
to catch up with those people!!
malam lailatul Qadr...
the blessed night which Allah will reward
as if 1000 years..
the every second throughout the month itself!
so much is there that Allah is wanting to give!!

ya Allah... ya Allah...
give us the strength and opportunity
to use every single second to the fullest!!
Ameen... ya Rabbal Alamin!

like an ugly caterpillar crawling into its pupa...
and thenceforth evolving into a beautiful butterfly!

like us crawling into Ramadhan
and thenceforth evolving into a beautiful individual!

ultimate beauty is the beauty that lies within...
and beauty within can only flourish by the Grace of Allah...
ya Allah, make this Ramadhan means to alleviate us in Your Eyes!

Suburkan siang dengan hablun minannaas.

Suburkan malam dengan hablun minallaah.

Ingin mendakap Ramadhan seerat-eratnya ; )




lebih kasih sayang daripada biasa,
S. F. M
IIUM

Wassalam

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Great Lesson - Believe Me~


A young boy, a wise grandfather, a beautiful reminder... and this... is OUR story... Here it goes:

An old American Muslim lived on a farm in the mountains of eastern Kentucky with his young grandson. Each morning Grandpa was up early sitting at the kitchen table reading his Qur'an. His grandson wanted to be just like him and tried to imitate him in every way he could.

One day the grandson asked,
"Grandpa! I try to read the Qur'an just like you but I don't understand it, and what I do understand I forget as soon as I close the book. What good does reading the Qur'an do?"

The Grandfather quietly turned from putting coal in the stove and replied,
"Take this coal basket down to the river and bring me back a basket of water."



The boy did as he was told, but all the water leaked out before he got back to the house.

The grandfather laughed and said,
"You'll have to move a little faster next time,"

He sent him back to the river with the basket to try again. This time the boy ran faster, but again the basket was empty before he returned home. Out of breath, he told his grandfather that it was impossible to carry water in a basket, and he went to get a bucket instead.

The old man said,
"I don't want a bucket of water; I want a basket of water. You're just not trying hard enough,"

He went out the door to watch the boy try again. At this point, the boy knew it was impossible, but he wanted to show his grandfather that even if he ran as fast as he could, the water would Leak out before he got back to the house. The boy again dipped the basket into river and ran hard, but when he reached his grandfather the basket was again empty.

Out of breath, he said,
"See Grandpa, it's useless!"

"So you think it is useless?"

The old man said,
"Look at the basket."

The boy looked at the basket and for the first time realized that the basket was different. It had been transformed from a dirty old coal basket and was now clean, inside and out.

"Son, that's what happens when you read the Qur'an. You might not understand or remember everything, but when you read it, you will be changed, inside and outside. That is the work of Allah in our lives."

Subhanallah.. and THANK YOU ALLAH~

Thursday, July 1, 2010

It Was A Post Without A Title

It's been quite a while since I last posted a real entry into this humble blog. So many things have been happening over the last two weeks, many of which are significant ones. Concerning the lack of updates for the past month, I’ll try to make it up with this entry which obviously doesn’t have a title. Or perhaps the most unique title I’ve ever used.


When I was trying to look at this world from a different perspective, I know that each and everyone of us are on a long but temporary journey, and that the destination is the hereafter, either Paradise, or Hell. Keep that in mind. Indeed, no one said this journey was gonna be easy.


Whenever we feel that patience is running out as a result of the things that go against us, just recount the endless blessings that God has endowed us with. All this time, when my faith is being tested, I remember all the whines and complaints that I make whilst adapting the reality prompts me into thinking "What an ungrateful slave of Allah am I?" It's not like I don't have enough foods in the kitchen, or that I am starving to death. How lucky am I compared to the so many unfortunate people out there?


People in Gaza are deprived of foods, clean water, or even a shelter to protect themselves from the adverse weather. The children in Africa are malnourished, lying helplessly with flies all around them, surrounded by vultures waiting to eat them once they die.


They are never given the opportunity to enjoy the life I, You and We have. Yet they adapted, in a circumstance worse than us truly. How ungrateful am I when these people, amid their struggles, can still praise and thank Allah whenever they are blessed with a loaf of bread, or even a bottle of plain water.


Allah teach us patience in the most beautiful way we can ever imagine. But, I am just like everyone else. I cry when things go beyond my control. I cry when trials just kept on coming over and over again. I cry when I feel helpless in the battle I face. But my dearest friends, it's really ok to cry. That’s what my good friend said. Natural it is for a human being to feel sorrow over times of hardship. The heart doesn't have to be dead or numb. Our beloved Prophet cried over the death of his son, Ibrahim, yet he is the epitome of strength in the face of trials and tribulations.


The important thing is how we reacted after we cried. That’s what differentiate us from others.



In life, we choose who becomes our friend. We determine the type of person we want around us, be it a good or a bad friend. A friend you'd hope will remain by your side through the thick and thin. But try as we might, we always feel that friends can only help us to a certain limit before we know we're on our own.


Families, we don't choose them. They are God's gift to us. Curse your luck for getting a nasty sister or a big fat brother, they are part of you and that is final. It's not exchangeable. But ironically we can always be sure that families will always be there for us, when no one else does.


As one saying goes, the only rock I know that remains steady, and the only institution that I know works, is FAMILY.


Love your family. Pray for their well-being in this world and in the hereafter. Don't break their hearts for you're only gonna break yours.


Through thick and thin, WE WILL ALWAYS STAY TOGETHER~

InshaAllah



Saturday, June 26, 2010

Being Silent - The Absent of Sound


Tidak banyak kata
Tidak banyak madah
Mahupun syair
Apatah lagi gurindam

Adakah diam bermakna semua baik-baik sahaja??

For me, silence is the result of having so much to say, that we can't put it all together to simply express our feeling.

Sometimes silence speaks louder than words, sometimes silence can roar harder than a hurricane, or is it action that can speaks louder than words? Hurmm, whatever~



Sunday, May 9, 2010

Because of You...


It's 6.14 pm on Sunday the 9th of May. Today equal Sunday equal to Mother's Day. So many words to write... and thoughts to ponder... and emotions to feel... and appreciation to my most beloved, dearly Mak... but so little time. As I wrote this quick, short and brief post, I knew that I would not have enough credit to call my mom and speak for hours. What kind of daughter am I. The time is tik toking in its own rhythm, and I still haven't call Mak and wish her Happy Mother's Day. Ok, InsyaAllah after maghrib prayer I will make a what so called i-miss-you-mak-and-did-you-miss-me?-and-terpaksa cakap laju-laju sebab kredit nak habis ni mak-kind of call. Takpe mak, nanti balik rumah kita chit-chatting lama-lama k? InsyaAllah.

Hmm... for the past few days, my life is like a tenacious roller coaster ride. It's kind of miserable. The hiatus does come justified, believe me. It's been busy. "Lucky" me and my teammates to be the first group to present the case study. Congrats!! After hours of brain storming, the solution for the case is almost complete (at least from what alleged to be called Mechatronics student who studied economics, point of view). To my standard, it is done. Though we are all not sure if it is correctly solved or not. Leave it to my kind lecturer to judge it.

Back to the main interest here, well... to you mom, whom I love infinity much, some things are not meant to be expressed in words for words are merely a verbal interpretation of our thoughts, dreams, and desires. Sometimes… words are just not enough to express that which lies in the heart. Even so… in a flawed and imperfect explanation… thank you for supplicating me with enough protection and love. Thank you for giving me the strength, courage and willpower to stride through my tests, even though I appear my weakest, most timid and inept. May Allah give you strength, patience, health, happiness, and love. Even without Abah at your side, but in my eyes, Mak is always special. You will always be a perfect beautiful mother. I love you from the day I was born, and will always love you till the day of my final breath. If I go before you do, may we met again in the Jannah. InsyaAllah.

Mak,
You'll never know how
strong you are, until being strong is the only choice you have left.


Mak and Dik Amal (1994)


Till then, Wassalam.
Peace ^^

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Kembali ke Asal



Rasa seperti nak terjun ke dalam lumpur dan main dengan pasir sungai dan pantai. Rasa seperti nak masuk ke hutan dan mendengar bunyi cengkerik, unggas mahupun angin yang berdesir. Rasa seperti nak terbang ke bulan dan melihat bumi dari sudut pandangan bulan. Semua kerana rindunya saya pada damai alam, damai desa, damai malam, damainya kembali ke asal, asal yang fitrah.


Semalam saya diuji, hari ini juga pasti, setiap hari adalah ujian. Kerana kita hamba maka kita layak diuji. Kerana ujian-ujian inilah saya ingin kembali ke asal, asal pada Pencipta, juga bonda dan damai desa. Kerana generasi yang kembali ke asal itu lebih sedar diri. Sedar akan asal usulnya.


Hanya dengan berlalunya waktu, maka hikmah setiap ujian itu dapat dirasa. Semoga Allah kuatkan hati-hati hambaNya yang berjuang dijalanNya, menuntut ilmu keranaNya, dan hidup mati dijalanNya.


InsyaAllah...









The seven heavens and the earth and whatever is in them exalt Him. And there is not a thing except that it exalts [ Allah ] by His praise, but you do not understand their [way of] exalting. Indeed, He is ever Forbearing and Forgiving.

Quran 17: 44




Friday, April 30, 2010

Ujian Itu Test

Sigh. That is my first reaction when I hurt my palm, accidentally. It happens… again. Frankly speaking, I’m not really sure how it happens since it was too fast. One moment I was filing the steel, another moment I can see blood and feel the pain. It was really hurt. The lab is such a dangerous place. So, safety first my dear friends!! But then, comes to think of it, it was my own mistake. I have no one to blame but myself. It’s not like I can blame the steel or the steel file.

Alhamdulillah for the test, to be honest I’m grateful. At least it reminds me that I have a perfect pair of hand. When I was struggling to do so many things using only my right hand, it makes me ponder how much patience that the handicapped people have. They face the challenge of normalizing their lives with patience, strength and courage. Many of them accomplish this with such flair that they no longer see themselves as “different.” May Allah facilitate them in their adversity and enable others of us to become a supportive force for them. InsyaAllah. After all, Allah has promised us that our lives are a test for us. Degrees and forms of our trials vary from person to person, even family to family. However, it is up to us to have fortitude, accept the test, and then actively work to make the best out of them. Indeed, Allah has promised that with every hardship there is relief and that no person shall have a burden laid on him greater than he can bear.


Allah knows best (^_^)


not to this extend ^^

currently reading: Nowhere to Run by Judy Westwater

mood: happy go lucky!