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Tuesday, August 31, 2010

sharpening moment

salam,

Time to sharpen my blunt memoir that has already been concealed from the past few months, ever joining the new team in Klang, the valley of the King. Some says the valley of the Gods, especially when cruising along the road to the office. There will a few cluster of labyrinths of house of worship that depicting each of their very own uniqueness when detailing whether the god(s) can be seen, or how much does their gods express their feeling through bronze and medals as well as no god at all.

Obviously, exaggerating the facts of the gods is not my main point. Until now, while waiting for my Qiayamulail, its often being mistakenly misconception in between the late night oil burning, working on my assignments and worshipping Allah. Its often been mistakenly misunderstood that most people could ever understand the meaning of Qiyamulail, although I am not that keen to be a scholar to touch this by this entry.

Side by side, I burned two candles, to brings out the mood the sharpening my wild expression and thought with the smooth breeze of Bukit Lagong’s cool wind through the opened windows. As I accidently browsed through some of m ancient yesteryears friends’ blogroll, they are all seems to be vanished in my lifeline’s avenue. Could it have been the shattered memories that covered with the new memories ever since I got married with love one? Could it have been the Para psychological effect that drenches me into the pool of schizophrenic drugs?


Wishing from the ocean of Allah’s knowledge, I seem to seek the role as a devoted Abdullah….

Its time to recite the Qalamullah....

Saturday, August 14, 2010

bloated

Bloated..perut penuh...baru makan roti dua keping cicah kurma daging ngan air kacang soya. klu tak hr ni aku dh berbuka ngan sayang aku. tapi dia kena on call lak hr ni. pagi tadi baru jek bersih kan kuarters baru aku kat hospital sungai buloh. nk kata penat, tak gak. sumer nya suh indon radicare buat. hehehehehe...bermodal kan rm100, dapat la aku kurang kan penat nk bersih kan umah yg renyah. byk lg bende nk kena buat. terserah pada org umah aku atau aku camner nk buat ngan umah tu. pertama skali, sayang aku nk letak langsir. sure warna kegemaran dia, earth color. bagi aku, plain jek cukup. tak kisah la apa2 warna. yg penting, umah nampak sejuk dan aman. kuarters baru aku tu sunyi. sebab jauh dari jalan besar. tak mcm kuarters aku kat shah alam. memang bebetul tepi jln besar di mana tok nek kontena lalu lanag. habuk pun leh tahan gak tebal dia. nk pindah, maybe next two. skg tgh survey mover nk hangku2 barang. xoxo

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

ramadhan 2010

ramadhan this time aku sambut macam biasa. sederhana mcm biasa. makan ala kadar. ingat nk meriah skit sebab ni tahun pertama aku berpuasa berdua bersama isteri tersayang. dia lak bagi aku bad news kata dia dijadualkan utk on call hari ni... sedey gak sebab tak dapat berbuka on the first day puasa. tapi still dapat gi terawikh and sahur sama. sahur pagi tadi pun makan ala kadar. just roti bakar n kopi. sayang aku minum anmum dia macam biasa.

ramadhan kali ni, masa berlalu cepat yg amat. separuh hari di pejabat aku habis kan utk siasatan order for sale. another half, aku bz tenyeh document. dapat gak la clear kan meja aku yg dah bersanggah. staff pun dah tegur pasal meja bos dah penuh ngan fail2.

tadi berbuka ngan mertabak 2 hengget yg tak berapa rasa sgt mertabaknyer. biasa. makanan klu beli kat kedai, mmg takde yg memuaskan hati.

sayang aku bila dia call tanya aku nk berbuka ngan apa, dia pun order mertabak time dia oncall tadi kat staff nurse dia.....

esok nk gi SUK, buat arrangement utk pindah kuar dari kuarter. dapat kaurters kat tempat kije sayang aku. moga2 aku dipermudahkan jalan hidup.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Rahsia khusyuk dalam solat

DIRIWAYATKAN pada zaman dulu ada seorang ahli ibadat bernama Isam bin Yusuf yang terkenal warak serta sentiasa khusyuk dalam mengerjakan solat.


Bagaimanapun, sebagai manusia, Isam selalu tertanya mengenai ibadat yang dilakukan berikutan khuatir ia tidak khusyuk menyebabkan dia sering bertanya kepada ahli ibadat lain bagi memperbaiki dirinya.


Namun, pada satu hari, Isam menghampiri seorang abid bernama Hatim Al-Assam lalu bertanya: “Wahai Aba Abdurrahman, bagaimanakah caranya tuan mengerjakan solat?” Lalu dijawab Hatim: “Apabila masuk waktu solat, aku berwuduk zahir dan batin.” Kerana ingin mengetahui lebih lanjut, Isam bertanya: “Bagaimana pula caranya wuduk zahir dan batin itu?” Dijawab oleh Hatim: “Wuduk zahir adalah sama seperti kita membasuh anggota dengan menggunakan air tetapi wuduk batin adalah dengan membasuh seluruh anggota badan menerusi tujuh perkara iaitu bertaubat, menyesali dosa yang dilakukan, tidak terlalu mencintai dunia, tidak berharap pada pujian, meninggalkan sifat bangga, meninggalkan sifat khianat dan menipu, serta meninggalkan sifat dengki.” Seterusnya, Hatim berkata: “Apabila sesudah aku berwuduk zahir dan batin, lalu aku terus ke masjid, aku kemaskan anggota tubuhku dan terus menghadap kiblat dengan perasaan aku menghadap Allah SWT, syurga di sebelah kananku, neraka di sebelah kiriku dan malaikat maut di belakangku.




“Sesudah itu, aku bayangkan berdiri di atas titian Siratul Mustaqim dengan menganggap solatku ini adalah solat yang terakhir, lalu aku berniat dan bertakbir dengan sebaik-baiknya.




“Ketika di dalam solat, aku menghayati bacaan dan doa yang diucapkan, aku pastikan aku memahami maksudnya sebelum aku rukuk dan sujud dengan penuh tawaduk, lantas aku bertasyadud dengan sepenuh keikhlasan hati. Beginilah caranya aku bersolat selama 30 tahun,” katanya.




Apabila mendengar penerangan itu, menangislah Isam kerana membayangkan ibadat dilakukannya kurang baik berbanding Hatim.




Menerusi kisah ini, dapat disimpulkan bahawa bagi mencapai solat yang khusyuk, seseorang itu bukan saja perlu meninggalkan setiap sifat buruk di dalam diri, malah perlu memahami maksud serta makna bacaan yang diucapkan.

berita yg baik

hari ni aku nk citer pasal beberapa berita yg baik. ada beza antara berita baik dgn berita yg baik. kebiasaan, aku dapat terima berita yg tak baik. esp dari rakan sepejabat yg kuat gossip ngalahkan mulut pompuan hatta yg bergossip yg adalah seorang mamat. malas nk amik port pasal gossip2 liar staf opis aku.walaupun aku tau, aku termasuk dalam watak2 gossip diorang tu, apa aku nk kesah kan.....tapi kena fikir dua tiga kali sebab ada sorang mamat ni agak2 kedudukan dia kat opis telah tercabar dek kewujudan aku kat situ. biasa lah org melayu. pantang ada pengganti yg dia sendiri tak tau lagi baik atau tak, tetiba nk melenting kan big boss pasal activity aku meng conquuer teritoy dia secara dramatis aku yg menjadik di hadapan big bos and second big boss aku. nk idup ma....klu tak sampai bebila aku dok ternak unit yg terkenal dgn problematic staff. pada awalnya aku nk sgt unit yg byk terima income coz aku suka pasang strategi utk panggil duit, heh heh heh ...ni bukan skim cepat kaya. tapi nk mengkayakan kerajaan negeri aku...kerje dia mmg seronok cuma time tak achieve target, mmg bingit tinger dgr big boss dulu bising....

yg pasti hari berita baik nye adalah:
i. aku akan berpindah kuar dari shah alam ke sg buloh. bermastautin di sana bersama isteri tersayang. good bye city of culture and culprits....
ii. HOD yg bini aku yg aku dok panggil pariah tu, dh makin jelek hingga terpaksa korban kan talent yg bini aku ada disebabkan dia skg tgh preggo....
iii. aku keje 0.5 haru jek hari ni dek mtg yg lengthy yg amat.
iv. bini aku beli majalah solusi yg aku cari semalam kat pkns shah alam yg sumer nyer sold out.
v. berjaya buat spegeti ala lasagna.....
vi. berjaya masak spegeti sampai jadik kenyal ...
vii.berjaya dapat kan frieying pan utk induction cooker selepas insiden api dari portable cook er yg pakai butane sambar perut aku. byk bulu2 roma aku di perut dan tangan terkorban dijilat sambaran api. allhamdulillah, aku tak mengalami apa2 third degree injury yg disebab kan flame.
viii. berjaya berak 4 kali sehari lepas makan NH XTummy and protein diet....

chiouw

amazingly beautiful story

Assalamualikum wa rehmatullahe wa barqatahu


This is an amazingly beautiful story!!




What touches me the most is the quote frm d holy Quran


"Before they call for prayer, I will answer all prayers!"


plz read on...I hope we al get to learn something from this!


This story was written by a Muslim doctor who worked in Africa.




One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but


in spite of all we could do she died leaving us with a tiny


premature baby and a crying two-year-old daughter.


We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive, as we had no


incubator.


(We had no electricity to run an incubator.) We also had no special


feeding facilities. Although we lived on the equator, nights were


often chilly with treacherous drafts.






One student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and the


cotton wool the baby would be wrapped in. Another went to stoke up


the fire and fill a


hot water bottle.


She came back shortly in distress to tell me that in filling the


bottle, it had burst. Rubber perishes easily in tropical climates.






And it is our last hot water bottle!" she exclaimed.


It is no good crying over spilled milk, so in Central Africa it might


be considered no good crying over burst water bottles. They do not


grow on trees, and there are no


drugstores down forest pathways.






"All right," I said, "put the baby as near the fire as you safely


can, and sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from


drafts. "Your job is to keep the baby warm."


The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with


any of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me.






I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about


and told them about the tiny baby. I explained our problem about


keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle. The


baby could so easily die if it got chills. I also told them of the


two-year-old sister, crying because her mother had died.






During the prayer time, one


ten-year-old girl, prayed with the


usual blunt conciseness of our African children. "Please, Allah,"


she prayed, "send us a water bottle. It'll be no good tomorrow,


Allah, as the baby will be dead, so please send it this afternoon."






While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added by


way of a corollary, "And while You are about it, would You please


send a dolly for the little girl so she'll know You really love


her?"






As often with children's prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I


honestly say, "Ameen?" I just did not believe that Allah could do


this.






Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything. The Holy Quraan says so.


But there are limits, aren't there? The only way Allah could


answer would be for a package to arrive from the homeland.






I had been in Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had


never, ever received a parcel from home. Anyway, if anyone did send


me a parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived on the


equator!






Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses'


training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my


front door. By the time I reached home, the car had gone, but


there, on the verandah, was a large twenty-two pound


parcel.






I felt tears pricking my eyes. I could not open the parcel alone,


so I sent for the orphanage children. Together we


pulled off the


string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking


care not to tear it unduly. Excitement was mounting.






Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large


cardboard box. From the top, I lifted out brightly colored, knitted


cotton jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out. Then there were


the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children


looked a little bored. Then came a box of mixed raisins and


sultanas-






that would make a batch of buns for the weekend. Then, as I put my


hand in again, I felt the...could it really be? I grasped it and


pulled it out -- yes, a brand-new, rubber hot water bottle, I cried.


I had not asked Allah to send it; I had not truly believed


that He could.






The ten year old was in the front row of the children. She rushed


forward, crying out, If Allah has sent the bottle, He must have sent


the dolly, too!"






Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small,


beautifully dressed dolly. Her eyes shone! She had never doubted.






Looking up at me, she asked: "Can I go over with you, Mummy, and


give this dolly to that little girl, so she'll know that Allah


really loves her?"






That parcel had been on the way for five whole months. Packed up by


my former school class, whose leader had heard and obeyed Allah's


prompting to send a hot water


bottle, even to the equator. And one of the girls had put in a


dolly for an


African child- five months before -- in answer to the believing


prayer of


a ten- year-old to bring it "that afternoon."






"Before they call for prayer, I will answer all prayers!"






Allah wants us to ask of Him.and he will surely answer.






Please share this amazing story with as many


others as you can.










LESSONS TO BE LEARNED:






Don't ever underestimate the POWER OF ALLAH-


Allah can do anything Allah desires


Kids are innocent and pure- Their duas[prayers] are easily and


quickly answered by Allah


The Dedication of this Muslim Doctor - spare time was devoted to


Allah to bring others closer to Him- Lets also become inviters to


ALLAH






Don't forget others are in need.You may never know when you would be in


need!






Always contribute to good causes.you never know the little you give


may save some ones life..or in whichever way it will benefit them.






Monday, August 02, 2010

Effectiveness !

Effectiveness !


A giant ship engine failed. The ship's owners tried one expert after another, but none of them could figure out how to fix the engine.

Then they brought in an old man in his eighties who had been fixing ships since he was a young man. He carried a large bag of tools with him, and when he arrived, he immediately went to work. He inspected the engine very carefully from top to bottom.

Two of the ship's owners were there watching this man and hoping he would know what to do. After looking things over, the old man reached into his bag and pulled out a small hammer. He gently tapped something. Instantly, the engine lurched into life. He carefully put his hammer away. The engine was fixed!

A week later, the owners received a bill from the old man for ten thousand dollars.

"What?!" the owners exclaimed. "He hardly did anything!"

So they wrote the old man a note saying, "Please send us an itemized bill."

The man sent a bill that read:

Tapping with a hammer...... ......... $ 2.00

Knowing where to tap.......... ......... $ 9,998.00

Effort is important, but knowing where to make an effort makes all the difference!

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