THE CLIMB

New Soul. New Joy.

2012-01-03T21:56:00.001+08:00

It's been quite sometime since I last updated the blog. The last post I remember posting was dated last year. It's been a while. Heh.. So this is the very first post in two-o-one two. Every now and then, I hear myself utters the question "how time flies" and often the question end up with a long silence. Means I was thinking but then stuck in the middle of memory land. Thus no answer, yet again.

Okay, before I can't stop myself from writing much longer about time flies, memories, etc, etc.. let's just recap the main topic. Alhamdulillah, I just got another nephew to add up the Rangers Team. Yeah, I kind of making team for my nieces and nephews. The president is always the eldest; Ayuni Balqis, 4 years old. And as the air fills with breaths of a new soul, I am rest assured that my sister is the happiest human being in the earth. Little caliph, Umar Al-Farouq was born 11 days later than the due date. Alhamdulillah everything went well. Both Umar and his Ibu are very much healthy.

God has perfect timing; never early, never late.

It takes a little patience and faith, but it's worth the wait.

yaaaaaaawnnnn....!

Umar Al-Farouq Bin Hanafiah

P.O.B: Serdang, Selangor

D.O.B: 22/12/11

T.O.B: 10.10 pm

W.O.B: 2.81 kg

Till then,

xoxo

The End and the Beginning.

2011-11-30T22:30:00.000+08:00

I took a little bit of my time writing this at 9.55pm, waktu Malaysia.
How cool is that (^_^)

It's the end of November and the beginning of December.

Our time become shorter. As the time running faster.

And I'm not even a good runner. To catch the time I mean.

For now we can be together, but it's not gonna be like this forever.

Later when we graduated, inshaAllah with flying color.

Then you'll go your way, and I'll go mine.

:'(

The next chapter 2012.

More things to face.

More records to break.

More achievements to be made.

Future. Yeah we did talk about future, always.

I wish we could all work on the same land.

It's hard to tell what Allah had planned for us.

But I'm sure it will be a good one.

;)

For the mistakes from the past, present and maybe future.

I am so so sorry.

Sorry for always burdening you guys with my complaints and unstoppable drama.

In short, sorry for eeeeeeeeeeverything!

If anything just let me know, because that's what a friend is for.

To walk in, when everyone else walks out.

You guys are awesome, like always.

I'm the happiest grandma in the world.

Because I have the most awesome grandchild in the universe,

and we are cool like that.

I hope when we meet again, 2, 3, 5, 10, 20 years from now, we'll be excited like this.

InshaAllah, kalau masih ada umur.

Regards,

Me ;)

LabVIEW the New Friend

2011-11-17T18:49:00.001+08:00

That sad looking block diagram is bothering me even in my sleep. Haven't connecting the wires yet. Still trying to understand what really happened in each and every box. My new friend LabVIEW had been confusing me since last week, or is it me that confusing my own self? I don't even know. Well, performances go up and down, it happens all the time. Sometimes it's okay to just chill and take a break. Open the window, look outside, appreciate nature, be grateful, thank Allah for countless blessing and love, pray more, give more, take a deep breath, and start again from where you left off. Cause there's always the right time for everything. Blow your mind (^_^)

Recharge energy

Oh yeah...

Anesthesia

2011-11-10T16:07:00.000+08:00

Because there is no anesthesia in life.

So have to be tough.

I have to be strong.

RU Book Chapter: 92.3%

Sekian.

LOL!

Sakit Yang Bermanfaat

2011-11-08T23:08:00.002+08:00

Alhamdulillah. Manusia itu memang layak diuji. Semoga setiap ujian itu mendatangkan kebaikan. Kebaikan dan manfaat yang diperoleh bergantung pada cara kita menerima dan menghadapi ujian. Semoga ujian-ujian yang kita sedang dan akan hadapi mendekatkan kita pada Pencipta. Ya Allah, please always be by my side, assist me to complete my tasks, even in this kind of condition, don't let me go astray, don't allow me to give up.

p.s: I love You, my Love, Allah.

Regards,
Me, Your slave.

Karya Tidak Pasti

2011-09-27T00:30:00.000+08:00

Yang direnung adalah titis-titishujan, yang membasahi bumi UIA sejak jam 10 lagi. Sungguh jernih dan lajuturunnya ke tanah. Yang difikir adalah bonda dirumah, yang pasti kakinya sakitkalau sejuk-sejuk begini. Yang diharap adalah masa depan, cerah dan tenang,bukan seperti suram malam ini.

Andai dapat ku rentas masa,meninggalkan sekarang dan terbang ke akan datang, pasti ingin ku lihat,bagaimana jasad adakah masih bernyawa, bagaimana keluarga adakah masihbaik-baik keadaannya, bagaimana kawan adakah masih ceria seperti sebelumnya,bagaimana dunia masihkah sakit dan menderita, bagaimana semuanya.

.............................. THE END DUE TO LACK OF LITERATURE KNOWLEDGE...............................

Well, ehem, you are probablywondering on what basis that I am writing Shakespeare here. I’m not even good.Truth is I don’t really know the reason. It’s just the mood thingy. Abaikanabaikan...

Proses hujan belajar masa sekolah.

Final Semester InshaAllah

2011-09-19T20:52:00.000+08:00

It’s been aweek since the beginning of the new semester. This semester would be the finalone if things went well. I pray that my friends from Mechatronics department,batch 072 and other batches too will pass this semester with flying colour andlater on graduated with good result. As for me, my dream of getting my name onthe first class list is far from my reach. How sad. So I’m lowering theexpectation and hoping that this semester will at least increase the CGPA soJPA won’t send me any warning letter like what happened to some of my friends.Scary!

I also hopethat the Final Year Project/FYP will be just fine. I hope that this semesterwill be the best and the most cherished. Ah so many hopes yet so little effort.I hope that I will transform into much better diligent person. I wish everyoneall the best! May Allah bless us all. Last but not least, the 4th year final semester; I welcome you!

p.s: I wrotethis post with some kind of mix feelings; excited, happy and sad.

Mix feelings like this.

Too Much Rest

2011-09-19T01:20:00.000+08:00

It’s when Ihad only one academic task to do, and four non-class days. End up delaying thetask and wasting a lot of time, which I regret. Regardless, I still have tofill up that nice looking EIT Log Book before its due date. I am so dead.

It’s almost 1o’clock in the morning. Is it the phase for the ghosts to show up? Now I’mthinking of delaying that particular task again. I still feel tired because I hadtoo much rest. Ok this is under statement. So I will start rationalizeeverything. Actually I can. Hell yes, I will.

15 minuteslater...

Ok fine... apakes masih disini dan Log Book EIT merah remain unscathed. What the case! Sudahla, esok pasti kena siapkan. Have to, need to... Apa nak jadi, jadila. Yes, Iam cool like that.

p.s: there isno coolness in getting things postponed, but there’s coolness in beingoptimist.

Mechatronics Girlfriends.

2011-09-18T20:48:00.000+08:00

Yesterday wasamazing. Eating way too much and laughing much too. I’m grateful for the rezkiand the open house invitations. Thanks for the inviters. It’s really tiring,yet I’m having real fun with the girlfriends. We are from the same department,from the same class, and we even have the same brain cords. You girls are realfriends, I would say. Even Blair and Serena in Gossip Girls don’t ‘gossip’ and share things like we do.

Hoping thatthis friendship will lasts till we met again in the Jannah. InshaAllah. Pleasedon’t forget me even some of you girls have married and have kids in thefuture. As for me, no worries cause I love you girls more than I love food. Peoplesaid things change and friends leave. Hope we are not like that. We are one ina million and we are cool like that. Thanks for the memories!

p.s: don’t betouched :’(

The Last Song.

2011-09-17T20:43:00.000+08:00

I officiallywatched The Last Song two days ago. It’s been in my hard disk and it had usedfew hundred Megabytes of memory since I don’t know when. Yup it was not a newmovie. But somehow I watched it since it’s adapted from the book written by myall time favourite author, Nicholas Sparks. Many people told me how boring themovie was, but for me it was just nice. I even cried hard. It’s just so heart-breaking.Whenever the subject of interest is family, then I couldn’t help myself otherthan completely being emotional and too immersed in the story, regardless ofthe plot. Maybe I just miss Abah so much. At the end, I learned that perhaps amore amiss, much scarcer feat; if not patience - is the state of beinggrateful. So here I am, being grateful for what I have. Alhamdulillah syukur.

Seventeen year-old Veronica “Ronnie” Miller’s life was turned upside-down when her parents divorced and her father moved from New York City to Wilmington, North Carolina. Three years later, she remains angry and alienated from her parents, especially her father… until her mother decides it would be in everyone’s best interest if she spent the summer in Wilmington with him. Ronnie’s father, a former concert pianist and teacher, is living a quiet life in the beach town, immersed in creating a work of art that will become the centerpiece of a local church. The tale that unfolds is an unforgettable story about love in its myriad forms – first love, the love between parents and children – that demonstrates, as only a Nicholas Sparks novel can, the many ways that deeply felt relationships can break our hearts… and heal them.

Salam Syawal 1432H

2011-08-31T11:12:00.004+08:00

Assalamualaikum. Eid Mubarak people. May Allah SWT bless us all. May this Syawal be the very best and memorable one. And may it is fill with love and forgiveness, and ziarah-menziarahi too. Not to forget, ampunkan segala salah dan silap. Pretty please... Love, Farihan Mansor.

Khalif @ rumah Aunt Azian.

He wish Happy Eid everyone!

Salam Ramadhan

2011-08-01T01:11:00.003+08:00

Alhamdulillah. Masih lagi diberi kesempatan bertemu dan bertegur sapa dengan bulan penuh barakah, Ramadhan. To all my Muslims compatriots, please forgive my misdeeds, whether it's intentional or not, directly or indirectly, for I am only human with flaws and weaknesses. Ramadhan kareem to all. May this celebrated Ramadhan be better than the one before.

Mission Accomplished

2011-07-15T23:16:00.003+08:00

It’s July 15 and perhaps is the best-sad-excited kind of day. I don’t know how to put it in a proper word. Of course, it’s the last day of my Engineering Industrial Training (EIT). Alhamdulillah.. I’m grateful for a lot of thing. I’m now taking a pause, it has been such a hectic days during my final week of industrial training. Yet mission accomplished. I can now smile ear to ear. Hiiiii...

THE OFFER

I’ve been offered a position, for the third times I guess. The manager personally asked about my interest of working here and be part of SG family. Thank you is the least I can say. I’m not declining for sure. At this moment of time, on the fourth year of studies, you really have to consider all the offers, the contacts, the connections and are always in touch with the industry. And at the same time, keep hunting for the best interest job. Then, you can have several choices and make the best preference out of it.

THE MEMORIES

Because of too many memories, I can never finish writing even after two days. But the one that capture my heart is always people’s kindness and tolerance. For the mistakes and faults, they criticize professionally, so there’s no “injured” heart. For the task done and correct method used, they thanked sincerely. All in all, it was the best sweet-sour experience with its own motivation and uniqueness. Alhamdulillah.

Goodbye SG!

THE THANKS

Let me say firstly Alhamdulillah all praise to Allah SWT, the Most Merciful and the Most Compassionate, for His guidance and blessing for giving me the sprit, strength and patience to complete this training. In ease and difficult, He is always with me. I hereby would like to express my gratitude to those that contribute to this training, directly or indirectly. Also to Kak Ija, for the shirt and baju kurung. It’s so sweet of you. Thank you thank you thank you! Ni dah macam final report yang part Acknowledgement.

THE NEXT

I’m just taking a break for two days for the reason that on July 18, no matter how, I have to be in UIA for 3P registration. And the course starts on the next day, July 19. I hope everything went well. InshaAllah. And yup, two days seem short but so what? It’s not like I have any choice to make. Nevertheless, I’m grateful. Hehe.. ;)

THE WRAP

I’ve written a long one here. I am supposed to be packing my bags yet I am still writing this. I am off packing now. May Allah bless all of us and our endeavours too.

Antara Sedih dan Gembira

2011-07-13T21:09:00.003+08:00

Empat hari telah berlalu selepas perhimpunan Bersih 2.0 di ibu negara. Kehangatannya masih lagi dirasa hingga saat ini. Semoga apa yang diperjuangkan mendapat redha dan rahmat dari Allah. Tiga hari selepas Bersih 2.0, saya akhirnya mendaftar sebagai pengundi yang sah. Dua tahun yang lepas, selepas umur mencecah 21 tahun, saya selalu teragak-agak untuk mendaftar. Dua tahun tanpa keputusan yang kemas dan yakin. Tak sangka Bersih 2.0 mengubah persepsi dan pendirian selama ini. Alhamdulillah untuk kesedaran dan kefahaman. Mengharapkan tanggungjawab memilih pemimpin dapat digalas dengan sempurna. InshaAllah.

Masa terus berlalu. Time indeed flies, when one is laborious. Masa berterbangan. Dua hari saja lagi untuk mengucapkan selamat tinggal Synergistic Generation Sdn Bhd. Tempat yang memberi makna pada alam pekerjaan. Satu lagi fasa hidup selepas fasa sebagai pelajar. Kehidupan sebagai practical trainee semakin hampir ke penghujung. Masih ingat kata-kata Manager lebih kurang begini;

Bos: Betul ke saya dengar awak last minggu ni?
Me: Memang sangat betul. InshaAllah July 15 habis.
Bos: Saya rasa cepat sangatla Farihan, kalau saya gagalkan awak kali ni, awak bolehla extend practical kan?
Me: Saya harap bos tak serius.
Bos: Takpe.. nanti ingatkan saya buat party sikit kat ofis.

Heh.. Alhamdulillah bos tak serius perkara nak extend practical tu. Dalam ketidaksabaran dan keterujaan untuk menamatkan industrial training ni, ada juga sisi sedihnya. Yelah, dalam setiap yang terang itu ada sisi gelapnya. Tiga bulan bekerja bersama, stay back bersama, solve problem bersama, penat bersama, bekerja dibawah satu bumbung yang sama, jadi bukan mudah to say goodbye.

And I was not attached to material things. I was attached to people. I was attached to moments. I was attached to emotions.

Semoga setiap pengalaman sepanjang tiga bulan di bumi Shah Alam ini memberi dimensi hidup yang lebih baik dan memberi pengajaran yang pastinya takkan ada di dalam mana-mana kelas atau lecture hall. Places to go list (add on). Tiba-tiba. Here goes:

Istanbul (especially Blue Mosque)

Mekah (of course)

Melbourne (I don’t know why)

Itali (the culture)

Japan (the manner and technology)

Manchester (for M.U definitely)

Sorry for the “out of topic” script. Cuma tiba-tiba rasa nak pergi to these places at the other part of the world. Semoga segala impian tercapai. Ameen. As always, till we meet again. May Allah bless.

Being Emotional. Hahaha!!

2011-07-11T13:24:00.003+08:00

Alala.. kecil-kecil lagi dah pandai beremosi.

Love this cartoon way too much. Isk.. :'(

This is tooooo sweet. Subhanallah =)

Last but by no means least, till we meet again. Daaaa..

Pedestrian? I Am.

2011-07-07T21:34:00.001+08:00

Due to this Engineering Industrial Training or famously known as EIT, I have become a dedicated yet fragile pedestrian for nearly three months. Instead of whining, I’d rather be grateful. Seriously, if I have to compile what I’ve been through while holding the title “pedestrian”, I guess I can make a book out of it. Ok maybe I was exaggerating, but really it was the whole different horizon yet charming depending on the way you look at it.

NATURE

Every morning is always a surprise for me. It can be a beautiful morning with chilly morning breeze or it can be gloomy with unexpected heavy rain. Most of the times, it was a soothing and tranquil morning and I love it just the way it is. But the sky is not forever bright. There are times when the steps are heavy, because of the weather, yet it is inevitable. At times like that I have to say that I pray the most. Keep asking for Allah’s favour to stop the rain for a while, or at least to make it less heavy. Many times, it works. And I think it was too awesome to be true. But it’s really true. Pray and Allah will definitely hear you. No doubt.

There are also times, when I became a serious observer. I observe almost everything that I saw along the way. Impatient drivers, obstinate pedestrians, big truck with high speed, hasty motorcyclist, etc. Other than that frustrating sight, I appreciate the beautiful, gorgeous nature with stunning view. I appreciate the blue sky, the stand alone trees, the gaze from the birds, and the fresh air. If you analyzed the details of the nature, you’ll be stunned. At least I am. Everything is so details, very meticulous.

I’ve been studying Robotics last semester, even making robots before, for competition purpose. Making robot, and to make it move not freely but accordingly, to make it responsible for the task not irresponsible, to make it walk peacefully not hysterically, it’s sincerely tough. At some point, I have the thought of giving up. But of course I’m not. I have a bunch of “crazy” friends. The idea of separating with them is enough to make me cheerless. So I keep going.

That is why, comparing the robots that we are making with the characters from nature, it always catch me by surprise. The birds fly high without any power supply attached to it, that small ants even have that much energy to climb up the tree, and not falling, and of course without any IC appended. And the list goes on and on.

Awwww... ;)

INCIDENT(S)

Hmm... there are many actually. But the ones I can never forget is when I’ve been nearly hit by a reckless motorcyclist, also being scared by a stranger that is “kind” enough to give me a ride and not to forget, being frightened by my own colleague and supervisor. Well these two co-workers cum engineers at my working place are on their way for early dinner when they see me walking peacefully. I was on the way home. From my back, I can hear a guy with Indian or Bangladesh slang offering a ride. I was so petrified that I speed up my steps. Huh, but to no avail when they shout my name, I knew I’ve been tricked.

When I was in the car, they can’t stop laughing. So am I. I can’t believe that I can’t recognize their voice at the first place. But the slang is so real. Thumbs up for that. So I’ve reached home safe and sound. Alhamdulillah. But the journey for home was funny. Heh ;)

Huwaaa... (yawning). I just write this little yet I feel so sleepy. I can’t tolerate these heavy eyes. So I’m gonna stop here. Till we meet again. Wan an! Good night!

Grateful for Everything.

2011-06-27T13:45:00.002+08:00

The Day I Couldn't Sleep.

2011-06-25T04:19:00.007+08:00

It’s almost 3 am on June 25th but the eyes are still wide open. I used to fall asleep effortlessly, as fast as five minutes or lesser than that. I found it bizarre if any of my friends said that they have sleep disorder. I said it was weird. All you have to do is lie down and within minutes, or even seconds, you are in your dreamland. But today marked the day I raised the white flag. It can happen to anyone. I believe this is happening due to what happen since I got back from work at 6.15 pm, June 24th.

Chronicles of sleep disorder.

6.15pm: Arrived home, safe and sound. Pray. Watching Dapur Selebriti (alert: it made you famish like seriously). Watching Naruto. Eating everything edible.

7.45pm: After Maghrib, instead of taking shower and have a good chat with Kak Ija, the housemate, like I regularly do, instead of doing that, I am doing sleeping. It was a good four hours. Sleep like a log.

12.00pm: Like falling from a roller coaster ride, I am awake with a puzzle face. I dream of something I can’t really remember. But one second I feel like falling from somewhere, another second I am fully awake. It was just a dream. It took seconds to bring myself into reality. I was surprise with the condition of the room and wondering who the owner of this chaotic room is.

12.15pm: The broom in one hand and piles of clothes in another. Cleaning, sweeping and doing the laundry for good reason. In a flash, the room is in its best and liveable state. Relieve.

12.30pm: Taking a good long bath. Bathing and singing made a good combination. What so called hidden talent. Do not try this at home.

1.15am: Feel refreshed and am ready for prayer. Do some self reflection and some thinking of everything that have happened and lesson behind every little occurrence, and some of future thinking too.

1.45am: Too hungry and was looking for something to eat. End up eating the whole packet of crackers and two slice of bread with curry that Kak Ija made for dinner. Alhamdulillah.

2.00am: The mind is ready for bed yet the eyes are not. Last resort, continue reading THE LAST LECTURE by Randy Pausch. I was inspired by the story in Chapter 11: The Happiest Place on Earth, page 51. Here’s a quote;

In 1969, when I was eight years old, my family went on a cross-country trip to Disneyland. It was an absolute quest. And once we got there, I was just in awe. It was the coolest environment I’d ever been in.

As I stood in line with all the other kids, all I could think was “I can’t wait to make stuff like this!”

Two decades later, when I got my PhD in computer science from Carnegie Mellon, I thought that made me infinitely qualified to do anything, so I dashed off my letters of application to Walt Disney Imagineering. And they sent me some of the nicest go-to-hell letters I’d ever received. They said they had reviewed my application, and they did not have “any positions which require your particular qualifications.”

Nothing? This is a company famous for hiring armies of people to sweep the streets! Disney had nothing for me? Not even a broom?

So that was a setback. But I kept my mantra in mind: The brick walls are there for a reason. They’re not there to keep us out. The brick walls are there to give us a chance to show how badly we want something.

Pheww! I can’t believe that I was typing the whole sentences. How diligent is that? But seriously, I am touched. Every word in this book made me reflect, and laugh, and sad, and happy, and grateful, and in lieu of it all, inspired. And of course, Randy ended up being allowed to join the Disney team. And as fantasy comes true, he was Disney Imagineer.

Well, back to reality. For the countless time I kept looking at the clock. An hour has passed. Thus far, I am not sleepy at all, but guess that I have to stop writing. I have to be at Shah Alam KTM station latest by 8 in the morning tomorrow, I mean today. Good night everybody! Or good morning!

Untuk Kawan Dari Kawam

2011-06-01T08:25:00.008+08:00

This is specially for you, whose name is not mentioned, but you’ll know this is for you. To you sis, friend, university mate, course mate, classmate, sahabat, kawan, teman, I would say “Congratulation in advance!” Last nite conversation was ruined. Well, you know my phone’s behaviour. Always running out of battery. Tanpa mengira orang tu tengah excited nak dengar cerita ke apa. Main mati je tanpa toleransi. Sigh. Btw I know this news is inevitably coming, but it never fails to catch me by surprise. Somehow I reminiscing our conversation with one of our respected lecturer’s student, yang foreigner tu, mesti ingat kan? Yang siap bagi advice lagi kat kita dua orang on the way back to campus. Alhamdulillah finally it’s really comes true. I’m pretty much sure that you will change your status before me. Hehe... I’m pleased and glad and contented and happy and yang sewaktu dengannya. Like seriously. I am excited for you. Cewah, orang lain yang nak ehem ehem... kita pulak yang nak excited. So what kan? ;)

Waiting for real good news soooon... when everything is plan and fix. Pada waktu tu baru boleh share dengan semua geng kita. Baru seronok. Again terlebih excited. Maafkan. Last but by no means least, barakallahu fik! Rasa nak nyanyi lagu Maher Zain pulak, yang tajuk dia Barakallah.

p.s: Semuanya generally written kan? I don’t think anyone can tell. The secret is safe. This post is written last night right after our last conversation yang unexpectedly stopped. Tapi pagi ni baru nak publish. During office hour lagi. Selamba je. ;)

Buku tentang hidup. Random but...

2011-05-29T23:54:00.009+08:00

Ada lima buku kesemuanya. Blink – Malcom Gladwell. The Gift – Cecilia Ahern. The Secret Garden – Frances Hodgson Burnett. The Last Lecture – Randy Pausch dan satu-satunya novel yang dibeli kerana kawan, Contengan Jalanan – Hlovate. Tak tahu nak baca yang mana dulu. Tapi akhirnya Contengan Jalanan juga dicapai. Main pilih je. Random. Novel Contengan Jalanan tu baru saja habis dibacanya. Part I – Fend 262 muka surat disambung terus part II – K² 291 muka surat. Total 453 muka surat. Dia memang budak engine, atau engineering nama panjangnya. Kalau boleh semua mesti nak di calculate. Kononnya. Kalau tak kerana weekendyang maknanya tak perlu kerja, mana mungkin nak sentuh buku. Diluar bilik kakak-kakakhousemate masih lagi layan Mentor final Musim 5. Dibiarkan.

Jarang dia nak buat review tentang buku. Tapi buku yang satu ni memang lain. Katanya buku tentang hidup. Tentang pengalaman perjalanan mencari Tuhan. Watak-watak utama yang menghidupkan cerita; Fend, K², Chad, Aidid. Tadi banyak idea nak review fasal buku ni. Banyak yang nak dihuraikan. Tiba-tiba blank. Mungkin sebaik-baik review adalah; baca sendiri dan buat review sendiri. Sebab buku yang sama, membawa makna dan erti yang berbeza, bagi pembaca yang berbeza. Bagi dia, dia betul-betul teringatkan adik lelaki yang sorang tu. Yang minatnya juga pada muzik dan jamming. Tapi belajar Aircraft Engineering. Walaupun belajar Aircraft Engineering, tapi hati dan jiwa tetap setia dengan gitar dan band yang ditubuhkannya entah sejak bila. Since 2000 something pastinya. Memang dia berjiwa muzik dan skate. Tapi...

Tapi... janganlah kerana passion yang dua itu kita skip tanggungjawab yang lima waktu tu. Itu ignorance namanya. Like seriously. Ni mulalah dia nak bagi nasihat panjang lebar kat adik sendiri. Tanpa dipinta. Saja nak bagi advice free. Teringat tagline saifulislam.com; erti hidup pada memberi.

My dear bro, whose name is not mentioned,

The man who decided to change on the 12^th hour dies on the 11^th. Meminjam bait-bait kata dari Contengan Jalanan. Ayat ni momentous . Carrying great weight. Indeed, berfikirlah. Tak jadi akhirnya nak positive mumbling dengan panjang lebar sebab esok dah Isnin. Monday means mayday. It is the toughest day. Undeniably, unquestionably tough. Juga bermakna kena dapat tidur yang cukup untuk mengharungi hari yang kurang seronok nak dibanding dengan hari Jumaat. To you bro, you are indeed very smart. Think sensibly, act wisely. Always. Not sometime. Not for a moment or two.

Pesanan mesra dari Sis lebih pada untuk diri sendiri sebenarnya. Again, the man who decided to change on the 12^th hour dies on the 11^th. Semoga kita semua sempat change on the 8^th hour, or 9^th hour, or 10^th hour, or 10.30^th hour, or to be exact, before our last breath. Cause at the end, life is too short. So live, learn.

Talking is nothing, doing is something. – Hlovate.

p.s: semakin banyak pulak manglish yang digunakan. sigh.

p.s.s: 262+291 equal 553, actually. heh ;)

A Day With Some Reflection

2011-05-13T17:11:00.001+08:00

I found myself writing this post during office hour. Definitely not one noble attitude, of course. But I’ve finished the entire task for today and eventually hoping for some more. But sadly, no other task for today, yet it is inevitable. I don’t really have a specific subject, so I’m just gonna write whatever I feel like writing.

FRIENDS

Well, I just missed my friends so much that I feel like crying my heart out whenever I think of them. Truth is I love every single one of them very dearly. I feel blessed to have them in my life. We have had our fair share of ups and downs, faults and fights, rants and arguments, even smiles and laughs. I’m teaching myself to appreciate friends and family every single day. How sweet is that. Haha.. self praising. Now I feel like throwing up ;)

TRAINEE

Hmm... how should I say this? It’s not like the training is tough, yet I keep counting the remaining days of this industrial training. Trying to be a nonchalant lady here, I act tough and strong. But deep inside my heart, I feel so stress and hassle. Nothing like scathed by physical means, it’s just that women’s are most susceptible to affairs of the heart, or is it just me? Maybe.

THANK YOU

Mak, abah, siblings, classmates, roommates, lab mates, all the mates in the world, my imaginary friend ah chong (sounded like a psycho already), lecturers, and relatives, thank you is the least I can say. Really really thank you. For the laugh and good time, for the fun and comfort, for the advice and lesson. But in lieu of it all, for giving me the honour of being part of your life. Hats off to you guys. Salute!

A Day With Half Smiles

2011-05-11T16:49:00.008+08:00

It’s been quite some time since I last updated this blog. Heh, typical foreword. Apa-apalah. By the way, I’m so stress that I just want to write something here. Ignore the language since I will be using manglish (malay+english) for this post. I don’t really enjoy manglish but somehow, I’m just gonna use it. Right at this moment I just feel like screaming, kicking, eating dan yang sewaktu dengannya. Tapi tidaklah saya nak tulis semua problem yang berlaku, I don’t think it’s even necessary. Tapi seperti lagu Senyum by Raihan, katanya senyumlah sedekah yang paling mudah, senyum di waktu susah tanda ketabahan, senyuman itu tanda keimanan. Jadi tersenyumlah saya sorang-sorang kat pejabat ni. Lepas tu sambung senyum-senyum lagi, nasib baik tak ramai orang kat ofis ni. Kalau tak, mesti orang ingat dah separuh ‘gone’.

Masalah kewangan, haila... selalu datang tanpa dijemput. Dulu-dulu walaupun sedar duit tu susah nak dicari, tapi saya tetap selalu lupa tentang tabungan masa depan. Biasalah, kalau baru dapat scholarship tu, semua nak dibeli, makan pun nak yang best-best je. Alhamdulillah sekarang dah sedar. Tak mengapalah, lupakan dulu perkara ni. Nanti ada lah solutionnya tu. Masalah kerja, how lah kan. Waktu-waktu ni juga yang Encik Engineer yang supervise tu kena pergi Itali. Dua minggu. Lamanya. Nanti susahlah kalau dia takde. Siapa lagi nak bagi kerja. I can cope with the workload, but no load at all is killing me. Jobless la macam ni. Mengharapkan ada task selama Encik Engineer dan boss ke Itali. Arrivederci. Ciao. Semoga selamat pergi dan pulang ke tanah air.

Tapi semestinyalah ada problem yang lagi dahsyaaatt dari yang dinyatakan tadi. Tapi kita biarkanlah dulu. Biarlah disimpan di dalam hati. Eceh... nak touching pulaaaa. Oh, saya juga baru perasan yang tiada post Hari Ibu tahun ni. Tahun lepas saya sempat juga tulis Because of You... Tapi apaun, this Mother's Day, may we all be reminded of how lucky we are to have one in our lives, and to have experienced their care during theirs. Semoga kita juga akan sentiasa belajar menghargai ibu bukan hanya pada Hari Ibu, tetapi selama mana kita masih bernafas, selagi hayat dikandung badan. Mak sentiasa the queen of my heart, the apple of my eye. To my dearest mom, thank you! I know my thank you is never enough, but still, Terima Kasih Mak! Really, Terima Kasih.

Us With The Kites Fly High

2011-04-17T11:22:00.002+08:00

I was looking at my table watch, its 27.8 degree celsius, 10.29 am. Alhamdulillah I'm still breathing. By the way, I'm just ended packing things, cleaning the room, sweeping and cleaning some more. It's the end of the semester, one week holiday before the internship. Ahh, intern! What a headache. Let's forget that for a while. Well, I'm reminiscing the memories of five days ago, it was Tuesday, 12th April 2011.

All five of us, the roommates and ex-roommate are going out. Somehow, we plan to play the kites at Taman Layang-layang despite the cloudy weather. The clouds are getting darker, but it's not raining. I mean, not yet. Then we arrive at the park around 6 pm and getting excited because it's not raining there. So happily we are running, and falling, and running again on the beautiful wide garden with the kite flies high. But of course, happiness doesn't last forever. In life, there are times at which we are put into situations against our favor. And on that particular evening, it's one of the case. It's raining, heavily!

Experiences teaches us that though it may not be possible to change the tides, we can always learn how to swim. So it's not like we can play the kites in that kind of weather, though I see one guy at the park that don't even get bothered with the rain, so he kept playing. Well of course we back off, after all, we don't want to get fever as the exam is still around the corner. It's a little melancholy since it was so much fun playing the kites, who knows it could be that amazing once you see the kite is flying higher and higher up into the sky. It was a pleasure. Still haven't gave up on getting some fun before the end of the semester, as some of us are graduating and some will be working, so we end up eating together. Eating! such a favorite word!

So an hour passed by with talking, gossiping, story-telling, and gossiping again, and not to forget cooking. Well, we just throw everything in the pot and waiting for it to cook. Simple, but with much patient we are waiting, waiting and waiting some more, until everything is fully cooked. Alhamdulillah, done with the eating! The waitress is just asking if we want to add some more soup, but to her surprised, we already finished everything in the pot, nothing left. Of course we ate with our maximum speed since the Maghrib period is not long. So after prayer, doing some grocery shopping and back to UIA. But before that, something happened at the parking lot. There are lot of people exactly beside my roommate's car. They are shooting. Well, the veteran actor Jalaluddin Hassan was right beside me, but I was too busy eating ice-cream and of course I don't wear my spec at that time, I don't even notice him until my friends told me. Comes to think of it again, it's too funny.

So that is how we end this semester. We don't want to say goodbye. It's just a separation. As this one familiar quote that I frequently read and ended up remembering it saying that "A memory lasts forever, never does it die. True friends stay together and never say goodbye". We are indeed true friends. May Allah bless this friendship forever, always.

God Please Let Me Die As A Believer

2011-04-06T22:16:00.018+08:00

Again I have abandoned this blog for quite some time. Again I use the same excuse and blame the same thing, which is time. But of course, the blame is always on me. The hiatus is always for a sensible reason. By the way, since last week I've been struggling for my Final Year Project presentation, and also not to forget, EXAMS! Despite the time that is moving way too fast, I found myself trying to write something beneficial in this blog.

I am writing this as a response after watching The Divine Book: The Wakeup Project. It is indeed an unprecedented journey through faith. Consist of opinions from many intelligent and scholars, both Muslim and non-Muslim, from Sheikh Ahmed Deedat, Dr. Krish Kandiah, Ismael South and Ahmad Thomson to Jay Smith, Karen Armstrong, and many more. How God has blessed man with logic and wisdom that they are able to study the Holy Book and reach for truth and wisdom. Imam of North London Central Mosque, Ahmed Saad once said “If you are introducing Islam to someone or someone is embracing Islam, you just tell him, with the testimonial of faith, he has to say, I bear witness that there is no God but Allah, and I bear witness that Muhammad is the messenger of Allah and I bear witness that Jesus is the messenger of God and he is servant just like Muhammad”.

The documentary enlightens the viewers about the similarities between Islam and Christianity rather than differences and division. Both religions follow the same message, coming from the same Creator and pushing for the same aims. But why aren’t the connection and likeness ever highlighted? It is because the dissimilarities, separation, divide and conquer are the motto for some disbelievers. There is only one God, with one message. Yet many deny.

Next, the journey continues with some of the most fascinating scientific breakthrough in the Quran. From the explanation of human embryology, the formation of rain, the ocean and the life-forms within them, nature and science, to the theory of big bang, the expansion of the universe, and the list goes on. All the scientific fact that never been reveals after 20^th century, has been reveals in the Quran many centuries ago. Yet many still deny.

In the name of God, the most Beneficient, the most Merciful.
By the sun and its brilliance, and the moon when it follows the sun, and the day when it revealeth it, and the night when it draws a veil over it, and the heaven and Him Who made it, and the earth and Him Who extended it, and the soul and Him Who made it perfect, then He inspired it to understand what is right and wrong for it, he will indeed be successful who purifies it, and he will indeed fail who corrupts it. (Quran, 91: 1-10)

There are still too many remarkable story and lesson from this 10 short episodes documentary that I want to share, but too little time for me to penning every detail down. Last but by no means least, quoted from the last episode of The Divine Book saying that, it’s due time that Muslims understand, that divided we are as fragile as separate fingers... but united we are a strong fist. And a fist is what is required for what lays ahead. May Allah bless us all. Forever and always. O Allah, please let me die as a believer. Ameen Ya Rahman. Ameen Ya Rahim. Alhamdulillah, finally done with the writing! The night is getting late, so for now

Sleep like a log. Eheh..love the way Luffy sleep.

Marilah hilangkan stress!

2011-03-18T11:30:00.000+08:00

The Way I See It

2011-01-18T15:45:00.001+08:00

Concerning the lack of update for the past few months, I realize that I spend too much time completing various kind of tasks. There are like thousand of stories that I want to share, but very little time. In spite of everything that has transcended, at the moment I feel incompetent of penning down any recent endeavors following my very brief hiatus. What so called students life seems so real when Final Year Project (FYP) comes into our life without any invitation card.

Despite the laziness syndrome that is so attached to me, I somehow tries to write something in this very plain and humble blog.

Today, I woke up to my usual alarm phone and realizing that the date of this very day is January 18, which is special indeed. 59 years ago, Abah is seeing this world for a very first time. Well, it matters not how we refer them to as; Abah, Ayah, Abi, Papa or Dad, if Mom was my first love after Allah and Rasul, Abah would indefinitely be the next person that I would give my love, my respect and my honor to. Happy Birthday, Abah!

This post somehow is a little melancholy. The more I remember the past, the harder for me to control the emotions. I don't think I can write the things that I want to write at the first place. No matter how much I try to look things from a bright side, it ended up quite the opposite. I know that as for now I have to say goodbye to the past chapter of my life, and looking forward for what comes next. But it doesn't mean that the past is forgotten. We let go so we can move on with this life. Once in a while, we have to look back, for in the past holds the lesson that we needed the most.

After all, life is too short to be anything but happy. Kembali gembira (^_^)

heh, Luffy (^_^)

Self Travelling

2010-11-14T14:48:00.003+08:00

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!!

Buku Yang Tidak Tabah

2010-11-05T16:51:00.000+08:00

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

Take a breath (^_^)

2010-11-04T03:13:00.000+08:00

INHALE LOVE, EXHALE HATE...

Final Exam Feveeeeerrrrrr!!!!!!!

2010-10-19T16:12:00.000+08:00

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:

4 Days Before the Final Exam:

3 Days Before the Final Exam:

2 Days Before the Final Exam:

1 Day Before the Final Exam:

The Night Before the Final Exam:

1 Hour Before the Final Exam:

During the Final Exam:

Once Walk Out From the Examination Hall:

After the Final Exam, During the Holiday:

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!!!

Growing Up at The Speed of Light - Part II

2010-10-17T02:38:00.000+08:00

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 =)

Growing Up at The Speed of Light

2010-10-08T06:49:00.000+08:00

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...

That Day I Will Remember...

2010-09-05T01:42:00.000+08:00

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.

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

2010-08-11T02:52:00.000+08:00

"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

Great Lesson - Believe Me~

2010-07-15T18:54:00.000+08:00

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~

It Was A Post Without A Title

2010-07-01T12:12:00.000+08:00

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

Being Silent - The Absent of Sound

2010-06-26T10:57:00.000+08:00

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~

Because of You...

2010-05-09T18:11:00.000+08:00

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 ^^

Kembali ke Asal

2010-05-02T11:57:00.000+08:00

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

Ujian Itu Test

2010-04-30T16:57:00.000+08:00

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!

Behind That Particular Scene

2010-04-14T19:25:00.001+08:00

It had been months since I write something here. I love writing as much as I love reading. But it seems that reading is way too easy than writing. So most of the time I do prefer read than write. I think this is kind of self-serving bias (if that is the right term). But I guess that term just suite me well in this situation.

If we read, it was just us that will benefit from it. I mean, we can expands the vocabulary, improve spelling, helps us understand different way of life, different ideas, also it allows the freedom to find out what other humans have had to say over the years. It helps us to keep the mind active and motivated, assist us to understand what is blood transfusion (not like I read medical book, seriously), what is like to lose memory, also it can stimulates the right side of the brain, well the list could go on forever… but if I write instead of read something, the same list will be pass on to the others and not just me. Definitely that it will only be applicable for a pleasant and nicely written story.

Sigh.

I was always like this. Mumbling and mumbling some more before eventually move ahead to write the real story. Hurm… back to the story itself (I can’t believe that it’s not even started), by the way, today is a bright sunny day. Let us go back to the things happen 96 hours ago. Four days ago, it was Saturday and I was still in my beloved UIA, as soon I open my eyes, it was raining cats and dogs. It was not the usual rain. I woke up early in the morning to check the windows. It was closed. I bet if it was not because of the azan, I will still in deep sleep, blanketed with the chilly breeze. I kept my eyes on the heavy rain. After a couple of minutes, I took my mobile phone from the table. It was 6.26 in the morning. So after the usual morning duty, I sit on the floor, despite the cold, it was the most comfortable place to sit.

Ok it is not comfortable, but at least it can help me to evade sleeping. By the way, I was waiting for my sister to pick me up and to help me with the nicely packed luggage, boxes and piles of books. The rain made the road filled with mud. So when my sister came, she refused to take the risk of getting the car stuck in the mud. So, it end up for both of us, to use the energy plus spirit plus determination as much as we can, to walk while both hands full of bags, walking and walking some more, in completing the journey to the car which is located about 400 metres far (more or less).

At that particular day, again, I see other students’ parents come to pick their beloved daughter. I’ve been seeing this same scene all the time. The week before the final exam ends, everyday there are parents who park their car beside my room, of course they are, since it was ground floor. But I can’t help myself from remembering my father whenever I see the faces of other people’s dad.

I still have a father at least. That is kind of a priceless quote to me. But I can barely see him. Perhaps, even once a year is almost impossible. But glad to say that I always have the most beautiful, amazing and inspiring women on my side. Well, she is mak and abah at the same time. It’s pretty cool huh… for me it was the coolest thing ever. But certainly, it comes with thousand of pain, hardness and difficulty but still… don’t forget to smile (^_^)

It just that… whenever my friends are having conversation about their father, I feel like talking too. But at the end, I keep repeating the same story all over again. The story had been past for a very long time though. But still, I kept bragging about that little scene of me with abah. I hope I have much more to tell, or bunch of memories, or even a small interesting event that happen recently that I can be proud of, about a father, a dad… about abah. But I really don’t have one. I wonder if this goes on, at the end, I don’t have any memory of me being with abah. But I will definitely not gonna make that kind of thing to happen. At least as long as I can remember, I will try to keep the remaining memories.

Life is sweet. That’s what I’ve always heard. But eventually, life is bittersweet. At one point, it seems that you can handle the situation with what so called positive attitude and optimist mind. I think life is truly bittersweet in all of it is wonder, surprises, challenges, opportunities and loss. It is just a matter of time until we know the precious lesson behind every past. The past is gone, the future is not yet here, and if we do not go back to ourselves in the present moment, we cannot be in touch with life.

Hmm.. I think I have to turn over the wheel, again. Back to a very cold morning last Saturday, when I was still dealing with the aim of the day which is to empty the room as empty as possible, it was then that I receive a message at exactly 11.33 a.m from my roommate, telling me that her father had passed away that morning. Shocked, but quickly gripped my spirit between sadness and relief. To Allah we belong, and unto Him we shall return. Inna lillah wa inna elayh raji’oon. It was unexpected. But… sigh… I don’t have a word to describe my feeling at that particular time.

I just hope that my dearly-loved friend will stay strong. She was always strong, at least in front of us. InsyaAllah, I will always remember her advice, to always care and love our parents until we are running out of breath. As long as eyes can see and heart can beat, as long life this, I hope Allah will assist me in becoming a good daughter. I have no grudge, not to anyone. I have no regret, since we are in this world today, still smiling, still breathing, but tomorrow is not certain. It was a short and brief life, yet we feel like it was a long and tiring journey. May Allah bless us all. I want to leave this world with Iman and Islam, with syahadah before the final breath. There is no guarantee, since time can change everything. But at least, that is my prayer for the past seven years, my prayer for today, perhaps tomorrow also, and the day that will come.

Wallahu al-Musta'aan.

Your Lord has decreed that you shall not worship except Him, and your parents shall be honored. As long as one or both of them live, you shall never say to them, "Uff" (the slightest gesture of annoyance), nor shall you shout at them; you shall treat them amicably. And lower for them the wings of humility, and kindness, and say, "My Lord, have mercy on them, for they have raised me from infancy." Your Lord is fully aware of your innermost thoughts. If you maintain righteousness, He is Forgiver of those who repent.

The Quran 17:23-25

Kita kawan??

2010-04-14T18:49:00.000+08:00

Written with a pen
Sealed with a kiss
If you’re my friend
Please answer this:

Are we friends
Or are we not?
You told me before
But I forgot;

So tell me now
And tell me true
So I can say
I’m here for you

Of all the friends
I’ll ever get
You’re the ones
I won’t forget

And if I die
Before you do
I’ll go to heaven
And wait for you!!

Kids Are Very Smart!!

2010-03-09T21:13:00.000+08:00

______________________________


TEACHER:    Maria, go to the map and find   North  America .
MARIA:      Here it  is.
TEACHER:    Correct.  Now class, who discovered   America ?
CLASS:      Maria.
____________________________________

TEACHER:    John,  why are you doing your math multiplication on  the floor?
JOHN:       You told me to do it  without using tables..
__________________________________________

TEACHER:    Glenn, how do you spell  'crocodile?'
GLENN:      K-R-O-K-O-D-I-A-L'
TEACHER:    No,  that's wrong
GLENN:      Maybe it is wrong, but you  asked me how I spell it.


____________________________________________

TEACHER:    Donald, what is the chemical formula for  water?
DONALD:     H I J K L M N O.
TEACHER:    What are you talking  about?
DONALD:     Yesterday you said it's H to O.
__________________________________

TEACHER:    Winnie, name one important thing we have  today that we didn't
           have ten years  ago.
WINNIE:     Me!
__________________________________________

TEACHER:    Glen, why do you always get so  dirty?
GLEN:       Well, I'm a lot closer to the ground than you  are.
_______________________________________

TEACHER:    Millie, give me a sentence starting  with 'I'
MILLIE:     I is the.....
TEACHER:    No, no, Millie....... Always say, 'I  am.'
MILLIE:     All right...  'I am the ninth letter of the alphabet.'
________________________________

TEACHER:    George Washington not only chopped down  his father's cherry tree,
           but also admitted it.
           Now, Louie, do you know why his father  didn't punish him?
LOUIS:      Because George still had the axe in his hand ?
______________________________________

TEACHER:    Now,  Simon, tell me frankly, do you say prayers  before eating?
SIMON:      No sir, I don't have to, my  Mom is a good cook..
______________________________

TEACHER:    Clyde , your composition on 'My Dog' is exactly the  same as your
           brother's.. Did you copy  his?
CLYDE :     No, sir. It's the same dog.
___________________________________

TEACHER:    Harold, what do you call a person who  keeps on talking when
           people are no longer  interested?
HAROLD:     A teacher
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quoted: an anonymous email

Can I... Be A Leader?

2010-01-26T14:44:00.000+08:00

p.s_1: Tengah kemas-kemas semua folder dalam laptop, tiba-tiba terbuka folder my education >> leadership file. Terjumpa pula assignment leadership yang dikarang sangat-sangatla at the very last minute. Kalau tak silap, sehari sebelum submit baru nak buat. Dengan tiba-tiba juga rasa nak publish walaupun tak tahu la apa motifnya. Dengan bermotif ataupun tidak, here it goes;

CAN I BE A LEADER?

CCLM 2021: LEADERSHIP AND MANAGEMENT

SECTION 8, SESSION: 2008/2009

If I had been asked the question; “Can you be a leader?”, then my spontaneous answer will be; “No, I can’t be a leader”. For this time being, I have no intention to be a leader of any society or even just a group of people. But, in the future, if someone asks me this question again, I really hope that my answer will be different. Leadership, it’s all about responsibility. There is one famous quote which goes, “Leadership is not a position or place in an organization, but a sense of responsibility”. Responsibility, it’s like a common word, I mean, we use the word ‘responsibility’ most of the time, in most of our daily life conversations. But being responsible, it’s not as easy as its pronunciation. Role as a leader means there are huge responsibilities. One day, if not in this world, in the hereafter, at the Day of Judgment, we will be ask either we have fulfill our responsibilities or not.

As had been mentioned earlier, I’m not ready to be a leader, my reason is not because I’m not confident, and it is not because I don’t have any soft skills like communication skill, public speaking skill, time management skill, leadership skill and etcetera. It’s not because all that, because all those things can be learned, can be improved as time goes by. Skill like public speaking, I have experienced participating public speaking competition, district level in 2005 during high school. I gain my confident through this competition. I learned to speak spontaneously through this competition. I also learned the importance of knowledge during this competition. Meaning to say, I have some of the soft skills needed by a leader. But still, I can’t be a leader.

My one and only reason is that, I’m too afraid, too afraid of taking the responsibilities, too afraid of not be able to be a good leader to my people. This kind of feeling, it makes me always in the state of worry. But still, deep inside my heart, I want to be a leader. Maybe one day, when the time eventually comes, after I have gain more knowledge, when I have the braveness, and when I’m ready, then, I will definitely take any opportunity of being a leader

At that time, my goal is to be the best leader and to show the most outstanding example to people under my society or organization. What are the reasons of my action? When I am more than ready to face the real challenge, why I want to be a leader? When I just can work under other people and just follow whatever their command, then why I still wants to be a leader? The question that I kept asking myself and took me a long time to find the answer.

Finally, after some thought and analysis, I found the answer. There are several reasons of my decision of being a future leader of an organization, or future leader of my country, or perhaps, future leader of the world. My main reason is that, I want to contribute my knowledge and my capabilities to as many people as I could possibly reach. Knowledge is not something to keep. But, it must be use, must be apply in a real life situation, and most importantly, it must be spread to every human kind regardless of whatever religion, race, gender, and position.

One day, when I have enough confident to take the responsibilities of a leader, then I will definitely give my utmost effort to be the best among the best. I can be a leader. It’s all about mind setting. It’s about having confident. Confident doesn’t comes naturally without doing any effort. For me, to be confident, we have to believe in ourselves. Once we believe, then, we are able to do anything it takes, anything it costs to fulfill our mission. Then another question will rise, how can we belief in ourselves? As had been mentioned earlier, it’s about mind setting. My analogy is that, if my parents believed me, that am why I am here, because they believe, so they let me go. They let me be in this university alone, without family and relative, and with thousand worries in their head, but still they let me go. They believe that I will study really smart and hard, gaining as much knowledge as possible. They also believe that I can be independent and I will not wasting my time with unnecessary thing. So, if my parents can believe me, why don’t I believe in myself and give a chance to at least try.

I’m strongly believe that I can be a good leader because I have the desire and confident. I am very passionate to face any challenges, obstacles that will lies in front. I have clear vision and sense of purpose. I know that being a leader; I must win followers’ trust and respect. I must have ‘first class mind setting’. And I must also practice Islamic teaching in my leadership. So I can produce the best quality of my friend, brothers and sisters in Islam. I have big dream, strong belief, and confident. But, as had been mentioned from the very beginning of this essay, I’m too afraid of taking responsibilities. This feeling that I felt, is actually the real challenge to me. How can I achieve my dream which is to lead my followers-to-be based on Islamic brotherhood if I can’t take any responsibility?

I know that one day, I have to stand straight and be brave to take the responsibilities. If the responsibilities are way too heavy, did I just walk away and leave the task? Or did I sit back and calm down, then think the best way or methodology to actually fulfill the task? People around me always said that I’m a very optimist person. I’m not sure if they really think like that. But if they do, then I just act an opposite behaviour if I choose to walk away. Until I found my strength, then I will keep working and will never give up until I am more than ready to face the challenge. Definitely. Insha’Allah.

At the end, everything will be based on our intention. If my niyyat is to lead the ummah to be the best nation ever, to share the knowledge and to strengthen the ukhwah, also to practice Islamic value in my leadership, then, Insha’Allah Allah will help me to perform my duty as a leader as best as I can. And when the day eventually comes, I hope that Allah will guide me to lead my people with fairness, moderate, love and respect. Insha’Allah.

No matter what people might say, no matter what people might think, the most important is to stay steadfast and motivated. I believe that our existence in this world is not for nothing, but there is a beautiful meaning for each and every single creation of Allah. Imam Shafi’, one of the Muslim Scholar once said, “Every human are dead, except those who have knowledge. And those who have knowledge are asleep, except those who do good deeds. And those who do good deeds are deceived, except those who are sincere. And those who are sincere are always in the state of worry”. Insha’Allah with determination and self belief, one day, I will be able to become a great leader in the society, practicing Islamic leadership which is based on fairness, moderation, love for what are good, lesson from history, avoid trivializing sins, respect for objective criticism and love for Allah. Insha’Allah.

p.s_2: Lecturer sangatla baik bagi markah, walaupun tak full mark, tapi alhamdulillah~

p.s_3: Banyaknya perkataan responsibility dalam ni, a word to ponder about perhaps~

Till then, ROGER and OUT~

Wassalam (^_^)

Heart 2 Heart

2010-01-07T01:55:00.000+08:00

TO ALL MECHATRONICS ENGINEERING STUDENTS, YOU ARE INVITED TO ATTEND HEART 2 HEART PROGRAMME

ATTENDANCE WILL BE CREDITED TO CO-CURICULAR ACTIVITY (star)

Host: Department of Mechatronics Engineering, Kulliyyah of Engineering, IIUM

Date: Thursday, January 7, 2010

Time: 8:00pm - 10:00pm

Location: AUDI A, E2 LEVEL 1, IIUM GOMBAK

Objectives:

• To provide a platform for Mechatronics lecturers and students to discuss study problems and other related issues.

• To create a closer bond between Mechatronics lecturers and students.

• To bridge the gap between the seniors and juniors of Mechatronics students.

• To guide students towards realizing the vision of the university.

YOUR COOPERATION ARE KINDLY APPRECIATED. TQ

mood: *excited*

till then, roger n out~
wassalam (^_^)

i am so in the middle of confusion

2009-12-16T16:27:00.000+08:00

My phone rang yesterday, and I smiled as I saw my darling sister's phone number appearing on my mobile screen.

"Salam sis, what's up?" I said as I answered the phone.

"W'salam, nothing much, just wanna ask you when are you going to come back, is it this Friday?", she replied .

And so the conversation went on for about ten minutes. After I hung up the mobile phone, I felt so extremely sad. My kak long and the gang will be back this coming Friday. And they are planning to spend this weekend at the beach, PD, with the whole family, together with Abg Pae, his wife and little Khalif. As far as I can remember, it had been such a long time we didn't go for a vacation, especially with everyone present.

But then, human can always plan, and at the end of the day, Allah will decide the best for us all. Eventually, the time for the vacation was clashed with another program that needs my attendance. And of course, it had been my responsibility to attend the program since everything had been scheduled in advance. I just can't withdraw at the very last minute.

But..there is always but..it seems that I've made up my mind, while there are billion of neurons in my brain interacting with each other, struggling to come out with the best solution my brain can offer. It made me stressed, depressed and many other related term suitable in this case.

All I can think at this particular period of time are the faces of my darling niece and nephews. I remember the day when I was in my sister's home, when my one and a half year old niece was playing with me, she was all over me, climbing my back, resting her head on my shoulder, sitting on my lap and was also doing some "talking" with me, and I just nod my head and pretend that I do understand every single meaning of her word, which I'm not. The point here is, I am missing my three rangers that I want to fly over their home, which is impossible.

three rangers in action~

But life.. as complicated as it looks, must goes on. I believe that if Allah wants me to meet them, I will meet them no matter what it takes, and if not, there will always be next time. InsyaAllah~

I always remember the beautiful words of Rumi (221-283 AH), which I read from one of my favourite book, it goes;

" You are so weak. Give up to grace. The ocean takes care of each wave till it gets to shore."

Something to ponder about!!

Till then, ROGER AND OUT.
Wassalam~

story of the first nephew

2009-05-20T13:21:00.000+08:00

dedicated to:
khalif murtaza khan bin mohd faiz

may you be bless by Allah
with Iman and Islam
with love that will never ends
with health and happiness...

from:
your aunt that will give you never ending protection and love, insyaAllah...

addicted to: air crash investigation - hanging by a thread

Adik Alia Balqis.

2009-05-01T01:11:00.000+08:00

Selasa, 28 April 2009.

Hari yang cuacanya seperti hari-hari yang lepas. Segalanya berjalan seperti biasa, begitu normal dan tak banyak bezanya. Tapi pagi ni, Nurul mendatangkan khabar yang begitu melelahkan jiwa. Adik Nurul, Alia Balqis masuk ICU kanak-kanak, Hospital Kota Bharu, Kelantan. Alia masuk hospital sejak hari isnin. Nurul minta doakan semuanya selamat. Malam hari, saya telefon Nurul tanyakan khabar. Dalam nada yang tenang, Nurul menceritakan semuanya. Tapi saya tahu, dalam tenang Nurul, ada kerisauan yang tak dapat diungkap. Alia Balqis buat masa ni tak sedarkan diri. Terlalu banyak wire yang disambungkan ke badan. Saya diam tanpa bicara, cuma sesekali bersuara tanda respon. Tak terlintas difikiran apa-apa kata semangat untuk Nurul, semuanya hilang entah ke mana dalam redha saya menerima berita ni. Alia yang saya kenal seorang yang sangat sangat aktif. Nurul cakap, Alia ni terlebih aktif, banyak cakap, cakap pun macam orang dewasa. Apa yang pasti, Allah menguji hamba-hambaNya yang Dia kehendaki. Semua kerana sayangnya Allah pada kita. Allah sedang berbicara dengan kita, mengajar kita erti kesabaran dan keikhlasan, semua dengan pelbagai cara yang tak pernah kita duga. Tapi semuanya pasti ada hikmah. Hikmah yang pasti kita akan tahu dengan berlalunya waktu.

Khamis, 30 April 2009.

Khabar Nurul tentang Alia Balqis sekali lagi menyentuh jiwa dan naluri saya sebagai seorang kawan. Hati dan buah pinggang Alia tak berfungsi dengan sempurna. Kuman seperti telah menjangkiti kedua-dua organ yang begitu penting itu. Dan hari ini juga, Alia masih tak sedarkan diri. Doktor dalam proses periksa air tulang belakang dan buat brain scanning. Doktor kata, ubat yang terbaik adalah doa. Kuasa Allah tentukan segalanya. Jangan pernah putus harapan dengan Allah. Saya seperti merasai kesedihan dan kebimbangan Nurul, kerana Alia juga seperti adik saya, nama juga hampir sama dengan anak saudara, Ayuni Balqis. Tapi, apa yang pasti, kita semua layak diuji. Dan sudah pasti kita tidak boleh mempersoalkan kewajaran diri untuk diuji.

Buat Nurul yang begitu saya hormati sebagai seorang kawan, buat diri saya juga yang selalu lupa yang diri sebagai seorang hamba, segala apa yang berlaku ada tujuannya. Agar keikhlasan itu dapat dirasa, datang segala ujian untuk berbicara, dalam bentuk yang di luar bayangan dan jangkaan. Kerana kita manusia yang lupa, bahawa kita adalah hamba. Dalam redha saya menerima berita tentang adik Alia Balqis, dalam saya sendiri sedang menghadapi ujian hidup yang entah macam mana hendak saya selesaikan, dalam apapun situasi hidup yang terlalu mencabar ini, semoga kita semua sentiasa dalam kasih dan sayang Allah.

Buat sahabat-sahabat UIA, yang pastinya ramai kenal Nurul Zulaikha (Manufacturing Engineering), diharap kita semua dapat sama-sama berdoa, minta Allah tunjukkan jalan, minta Allah limpahkan kasih sayang, minta Allah berikan ketabahan, kesabaran buat Nurul dan keluarga, juga agar Allah memberi kesembuhan buat adik Alia Balqis, permudahkan segala urusan rawatan, disegerakan adik Alia untuk sembuh. InsyaAllah. Ameen.

“And there are, certainly, among the People of the Book, those who believe in Allah, in the revelation to you, and in the revelation to them, bowing in humility to Allah: they will not sell the Signs of Allah for a miserable gain! For them is a reward with their lord, and Allah is swift in account. O you who believe! Persevere in patience and constancy; vie in such perseverance; strengthen each other; and fear Allah; that you may prosper”.

Surah Ali-Imran: 199-200

p/s: to Nurul, thanks for the permission to publish this post. And like you said, the more people praying for Alia Balqis, the faster your little sister might recover and be the Alia Balqis as the way she is before, which is hyper active and full of energy, talkative and lovely. InsyaAllah. Whatever happen, your friends will always be by your side, and most importantly, Allah will never leave you. InsyaAllah. Looking forward to meet you this coming Sunday at UIA, but I know it’s just impossible. May Allah bless us all. Pray for the best. Ameen. Wassalam.

Kembara Mengutip Ilmu @ PWTC

2009-04-26T10:35:00.000+08:00

25 April 2009:

Alhamdulillah, bagaimana lagikah hendak mengucap syukur pada Allah yang menggerakkan hati untuk ke pesta buku 2009 pada tarikh dan waktu yang baik hinggakan dapat akhirnya bertemu dan bertukar bicara dengan Ustaz Hasrizal. Lepas je zohor, Kak Izan yang baru balik dari lab research UITM terus mengajak ke pesta buku. Naik motor dengan Kak Izan untuk ke komuter UKM adalah satu kembara perjalanan yang agak melelahkan nafas. Ditemani cuaca panas terik yang begitu setia memantulkan haba panas, akhirnya sampai juga di stesyen UKM. Allah, parking motor pulak penuh. Tapi at last, dapatla parking, praise be to Allah. Dari UKM ke stesyen putra memakan masa lebih kurang 30 ke 40 minit. Lepas tu jalan kaki sampai PWTC.

Ya Allah, lautan manusia yang dahagakan ilmu berada didepan mata. Masyarakat Malaysia plus tourists dari pelbagai peringkat umur, bangsa dan agama berhimpun dibawah satu bumbung, mencari buku pilihan hati. Ramainya budak-budak sekolah di MOY Publication, booth Gempak Starz, etcetera. Dah namanya adik-adik yang masih bersekolah, itulah jiwa mereka. Walau macam mana berazam nak jimat pun, akhirnya memang tak tercapai jugak azam tu. Buku dah depan mata, memang sayang kalau tak beli time book fair, harga jauh beza dari harga pasaran sebenar. Terpaksa korbankan sikit duit JPA. Tapi takpe, demi ilmu dan pengisian jiwa, pengorbanan tu adalah sesuatu yang pasti.

Jumpa je Ustaz Hasrizal di booth Galeri Ilmu, terus excited. Tapi...kamera tak bawak, handset pun nak habis bateri, handset Kak Izan canggih je lebih, kualiti gambar memang menyedihkan. Tapi apapun, memang syukur sangat atas kesempatan hidup ni, nikmat iman dan islam, kesempatan menuntut ilmu, kesempatan rezeki sampai dapat jugak beli buku, kesempatan bertemu penulis buku sendiri, dan syukur atas perjalanan pergi dan balik yang selamat. Alhamdulillah. At the end, inilah hasil kembara ilmu kali ni ;

Alhamdulillah~

Kita kawan selama-lamanya...InsyaAllah~

2009-04-26T09:51:00.000+08:00

Dedicated to sahabat-sahabat yang banyak berjasa :

Each and every one of us has our own commitments and responsibilities. But still, when sadness fills your heart, and tears well up in your eyes, friends will always be by your side. In sickness and in health, in despair and happiness. They will always care. How will I be able to pay their kindness? Question that I’m not be able to answer. But as long as I can breath, as long as my mind can remember, as long life this, I will always pray for them. Because, that is what friends are made for, to remember, to care, and to pray for good. Definitely. InsyaAllah.

" Antara 2 cinta yang ingin kumiliki,
cinta insan dan cinta Ilahi...
pasti yang utama cinta Ilahi,
kerana cintaNya cinta hakiki.
Antara 2 insan yang ingin kumiliki,
kekasih hati dan sahabat sejati...
pasti yang utama sahabat sejati,
kerana keluhurannya bisa mengubat hati yang luka.
Persahabatan remains 'abadan 'abada."

InsyaAllah~

till then, lots of luv, Wassalam,
Siti Farihan Mansor.