Monday, June 20, 2011

Last Minute Solat


He remembered his grandmother’ s warning about praying on time:

‘My son, you shouldn’t leave prayer to this late time’.

His grandmother’ s age was 70 but, whenever she heard the Adhan, she got up like an arrow and performed the Solat.

He, however could never win over his ego to get up and pray.

Whatever he did, his Solat was always the last to be offered and he prayed it quickly to get it in on time.

Thinking of this, he got up and realized that there were only 15 minutes left before Salat-ul Isha’.

He quickly made Wudhu and performed Salat-ul Maghrib.

While making Tasbih, he again remembered his grandmother and was embarrassed by how he had prayed.

His grandmother prayed with such tranquillity and peace.

He began making Dua and went down to make Sajdah and stayed like that for a while.

He had been at work all day and was tired, very tired.

He awoke abruptly to the sound of noise and shouting.

He was sweating profusely. He looked around. It was very crowded.

Every direction he looked in was filled with people.

Some stood frozen looking around, some were running left and right and some were on their knees with their heads in their hands just waiting.

Pure fear and apprehension filled him as he realized where he was. His heart was about to burst.

It was the Day of Judgment.

When he was alive, he had heard many things about the questioning on the Day of Judgment, but that seemed so long ago.

Could this be something his mind made up?

No, the wait and the fear were so great that he could not have imagined this.

The interrogation was still going on.

He began moving frantically from people to people to ask if his name had been called. No one could answer him.

All of a sudden his name was called and the crowd split into two and made a passageway for him.

Two angels grabbed his arms and led him forward. He walked with unknowing eyes through the crowd. The angels brought him to the centre and left him there.

His head was bent down and his whole life was passing in front of his eyes like a movie.

He opened his eyes but saw only another world.

The people were all helping others.

He saw his father running from one lecture to the other, spending his wealth in the way of Islam.

His mother invited guests to their house and one table was being set while the other was being cleared.

He pleaded his case, ‘I too was always on this path. I helped others. I spread the word of Allah. I performed my Salah. I fasted in the month of Ramadhan.’

‘Whatever Allah ordered us to do, I did.’

‘Whatever he ordered us not to do, I did not.’

He began to cry and think about how much he loved Allah.

He knew that whatever he had done in life would be less than what Allah deserved and his only protector was Allah He was sweating like never before and was shaking all over.

His eyes were fixed on the scale, waiting for the final decision. At last, the decision was made.

The two angels with sheets of paper in their hands, turned to the crowd.

His legs felt like they were going to collapse. He closed his eyes as they began

To read the names of those people who were to enter Jahannam.

His name was read first.

He fell on his knees and yelled that this couldn’t be,

‘How could I go to Jahannam? I served others all my life, I spread the word of Allah

to others.’

His eyes had become blurry and he was shaking with sweat.

The two angels took him by the arms.

As his feet dragged, they went through the crowd and advanced toward

the blazing flames of Jahannam.

He was yelling and wondered if there was any person who was going to help him.

He was yelling of all the good deeds he had done, how he had helped his father, his fasts, prayers, the Noble Qur’an that he read, he was asking if none of them would help him.

The Jahannam angels continued to drag him.

They had gotten closer to the Hellfire.

He looked back and these were his last pleas.

Had not Rasulullah [PBUH] said, ‘How clean would a person be who bathes in a river five times a day, so too does the Salah performed five times cleanse someone of their sins?’

He began yelling, ‘My prayers? My prayers? My prayers?’

The two angels did not stop, and they came to the edge of the abyss of Jahannam.

The flames of the fire were burning his face.

He looked back one last time, but his eyes were dry of hope and he had nothing left in him.

One of the angels pushed him in.

He found himself in the air and falling towards the flames.

He had just fallen five or six feet when a hand grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back.

He lifted his head and saw an old man with a long white beard.

He wiped some dust off himself and asked him, ‘Who are you?’

The old man replied, ‘I am your prayers.’

‘Why are you so late?! I was almost in the Fire! You rescued me at the

last minute before I fell in.’

The old man smiled and shook his head, ‘You always performed me at the

last minute, did you forget?’

At that instant, he blinked and lifted his head from Sajdah. He was in a sweat. He listened to the voices coming from outside.

He heard the Adhan for Salat-ul Isha.

He got up quickly and went to perform Wudhu.

Pass this on to your friends and family……

Maybe, you can help someone open their eyes.

And who knows?

Maybe, this is a good deed that can help you during The Day of Judgment. INSHA-ALLAH

Sunday, June 19, 2011


1. His Human Self

He was never distant from humanity. He smiled, loved, cried and felt pain. He walked, moved, ate and showered. He was a human prophet, not an angelic prophet, so it is really applicable to follow him as a role model.

When I make a mistake or become a bit lazy about being good, Prophet Muhammad’s real model takes me back to the right track. I tell myself: “He was human, to make it easy for us. It was also difficult for him, but he made it. So, I will try again, and I will make it as he did.”

2. His Fatherhood

His fatherhood , to Lady Fatimah, has always amazed me. In a society that degraded women and rejected the birth of females to the extent that they would bury them alive, he cherished all his daughters, and specially Lady Fatimah.

She was the closest to his heart. Whenever she would drop in on one of his meetings, he wouldn’t ever ask her to leave, because he was busy. But, he would stand up in “cherishing respect” and move to welcome her, so she wouldn’t be embarrassed. Then he would kiss her on her forehead and have her seated next to him.

3. His Loyal Love to Lady Khadijah

The way he continued to love and cherish Lady Khadijah after her death has always been an expression of devotion in my eyes. During her life, they lived in a society that accepted multiple marriages for men, which would extend to endless numbers of wives for one man. Though she was much older than him, for 25 years, he never went for another marriage with any another woman.

He respected and loved his wife dearly. He cherished her days dearly after her death and expressed his longing to her days by cherishing her friends. He would sit around with her best friend for long hours chatting about “Khadijah’s good old days”.

4. His Patience at the Deaths of his Children

His children’s deaths have always caused my heart to ache. We might theorize a lot or preach a lot about the patience of prophets, but do we really feel it? I keep on wondering how this lovely tender man tolerated the death of all his children, all except one, in his lifetime. How would any father feel, when he reaches his sixties and finds himself burying a child after the other?

Prophet Muhammad’s patience never contradicted his sadness and grief. He grieved and experienced deep sadness. When his babyson Ibrahim died, he grieved deeply. He held him in his arms at his death-bed and cried. He uttered only words that expressed his patience that was mixed with his sadness.

His words reflected that, when he uttered his famous words: “The heart grieves, the eye tears, and for your departure, Ibrahim, we are sad. But the tongue never utters an objection that wouldn’t please God.” How sad!

5. He Was Such a Tender Grandfather

That has always taken my heart! Whenever I think of how busy and important a man he was, and yet had time space and emotions to spare for his grandchildren. The idea that when he stood on the podium, giving the Friday sermon, he simply interrupted his speech in front of the Muslim nation audience — at the time — and went down the podium to pick up his grandson, is always startling from my point of view.

The fact that he would keep carrying this grandson throughout his speech is again startling. I mean, he was the spiritual, social and political leader of the nation! What would any of our grandfathers have done if we simply burst into any of their meetings? I wonder.

6. His Sincere Appreciation of the Feelings of Others

The way he honestly shared feelings with others has always stopped me. In particular, the way he dealt with the feeling of a child. That child used to have a pet bird. Whenever Prophet Muhammad passed by the child, he would ask him about his pet bird.

One day, the Prophet passed by the child and found him crying because of the death of his pet. Prophet Muhammad simply interrupted his journey to whatever errand he was going to, and sat with the child to offer his condolences. It was reported that he stayed with him for a long time to soothe him.

If he was not Prophet Muhammad, again I would fall for him for this incident. What a sweet-hearted man, who simply neglects his important errands or meetings to sit around a child who lost a pet. He didn’t actually lose his mother, but he simply lost a bird. But Prophet Muhammad didn’t see it to be a simple loss. He understood what this loss meant to the child and felt for his pain.

7. The Prophet’s Smile & Sense of Humor

On a personal basis, I really love this. Maybe it is because personally I love to smile, and to wipe away tears and pain by lots of smiles and spreading the spirit of happiness and cheerfulness around. It is a characteristic that my inner self reconciles with in the character of Prophet Muhammad.

All mankind encounters pain and agony, just as he did. Some people face our worldly troubles by crying their tears out. Others are always expressing objection and un-acceptance of their destiny. A third party would simply frown in the face of the world and neglect its feeling. But Prophet Muhammad never did.

He was the most agonized person. He was an orphan. He was poor. He lost his beloved wife Khadijah. He was loaded with the responsibility of the divine message and with the responsibility of running a newly established state. Let alone his personal human sufferings.

Yet, he never frowned in the face of the world. He never objected to what God destined for him. He simply kept his smile and tender care for others, no matter what he went through. I pray I can keep up with him. I am not sure I can, but at least I should keep trying.

8. His Role Model as a Servant of God & Worshipper

Prophet Muhammad’s role model as a servant of God and worshipper is an aspect of his character that any human who wants to serve God can reconcile with. He was a man who fasted most of his days, prayed most of his nights and spent all what he had for the sake of his beloved Creator.

Yet, when some of his Companions wanted to fast all days and never eat during daylight, pray all nights and never sleep at night, or abstain from marriage and lawful relations with women, he objected to that.

He explained to his Companions that he fasted some days and broke his fast on other days, he prayed much of his night time and yet he slept at night, and that he simply — like any other man — married and enjoyed marital life.

I think this is a much easier and a more practical example to follow, if we want to be good. The examples of complete self-denail and inhumanly extreme attitudes by some complete self-denial and saints and good ones isn’t really practical for all mankind. But any person, man or woman can follow the steps of Prophet Muhammad; be a spiritual worshipper and a good human simultaneously.

9. His Tenderness & Mercy Towards Animals

Again, a very personal characteristic that has always touched my heart, was his tenderness and mercy towards animals. He treated them as communities that had social ties, just as humans are to be treated.

Once, when he was travelling, some of his companions caught two young birds. Then the mother flew above their heads wailing for her two children. Prophet Muhammad immediately reacted and asked who had hurt this mother by taking her children? He ordered the two birds given back to their mother on the spot.

Thinking sincerely and deeply of animals as creatures who feel emotions, not only physics, he banned the slaughtering of any animal in front of the other. He ordered a quick death with a sharp knife away from the other animals, so that the living ones would not feel fear or panic.

He also ordered that hunting or slaughtering animals should always be for the sake and need of nutrition. He completely abandoned learning hunting or shooting by taking innocent animals as trial preys.

As an animal lover and friend who has experienced the closeness of animals, I understand what this attitude means to animals. I love animals and those who are good to animals, what about a prophet who is that good to animals? He was a prophet who cared for animals’ feelings and psychological states, and never regarded them as un-feeling bodies or unemotional creatures.

10. His Romantic Love for Lady Aishah

Last, but not least, his romantic love for Lady Aishah has always amazed me. Honestly speaking, I find this relation much more romantic than many love stories that were famous throughout history and literature of love. I mean, they were real! Many of the famous stories are novels, tales, and simply stories.

But, Prophet Muhammad and Lady Aishah’s love was real. They lived it, cherished it and practiced it, down to earth in their daily life. He loved her dearly and passionately, and she loved him back.

She — like any normal, loving woman — felt jealous for him and expressed that obviously. He also felt jealous —like any normal, loving man — and expressed it obviously. They were human in their love, not angelic.

I always recall his habit of drinking after her and I pause to smile at this habit of his. He used to search for the part that touched her lips from the utensil she used in drinking. Then, he would specifically touch the same part with his lips when he would drink. He simply enjoyed feeling her warmth.

Yet, despite his deep love to her, and his genuine passion towards her, he never permitted this love to make him neglect his duties or role as a prophet and worshipper. He would leave her warm side in the middle of the night and take her permission to pray. He would tenderly ask her: “Let me stand for my God an hour in prayers.” And, she would let him willingly and lovingly.

They lived love in their daily moments and they practiced it in every action. Their story of love did not stop at their lively moments, but continued till they departed.

Again, it has always amazed me and touched my heart deeply the moment of the Prophet’s death. It was when he chose to depart the world from her house. He chose to go there when he felt death approaching.

And, then, at the moment of death, he chose to lean his head between her arms and to depart from there. Her hugging arms were the last he encountered in our world.

Having said so little in the love of the man who deserves much more, I am not at all satisfied. Yet, I have to sum up my words.

Ten, I was asked to write, and ten I have written. But, I have written so little, I know, in a man who I should write down hundreds of reasons to fall for. But history has written hundreds and thousands of books about the great man. And history will keep writing.

He is a man who does not need me to write about him. I was the one who needed to write, about the man who clearly showed me the way. Maybe this is really why I love him that much. Peace and blessings be upon you, my beloved Prophet.

Friday, June 17, 2011


aku memang bengang kalau ada orang makan makanan aku tanpa izin..
ish aku dah memang simpan makanan tu untuk aku makan lepas buka puasa ke esok ke kejap lagi ke..sekali bila aku bukak peti ais cari2 mana nih tak jumpa pon..
aku pon mula kan operasi soal siasat la apa lagi..tengok2 dia yang makan..
memang la kan memang nak kena dengan aku ni..dia memang suka buataku macam ini sadis betul haih aku tengah teringin gila nak makan cokelat la sekarang..

dia memang suka makan makanan yang aku memang reserve untuk aku..dan selalu juga la makan yg aku simpan kena curi ntah macam mana diorg boleh jumpa bila aku sorok2kan bila aku tak sorok x nak pula makan geram betul geram betul..
cokelat pemberian Nor Izzati Abdul Rahim telah selamat masuk dalam perut orang lain..pergh terkilan gila tak dapat makan..

memang dulu pon die dah pernah buat macam ni apa nak buat sabar jelah sambil bagi nasihat kat die ' KALAU NAK MAKAN SOMETHING TU TANYA LA DULU SAPA PUNYE'
tapi still rasa geram adehh cokelat..selalu terjadi bila aku puasa ade je makanan yang aku suke then aku dapat then aku simpan then bila nak makan dah lesap tengok2 orang lain dah makan..

korang tak geram ke dah usha makanan tu lama bila kita puasa then bila nak makan makanan tu dah tak da..korang tak rasa terkilan ke hah aku terkilan gila..haish sabar dan redha jela dah masuk dalam perut orang pon tak la nak suruh die muntahkan balikkan?

so toodles and goodnight guys post tuk meluahkan rasa terkilan je..

Monday, June 6, 2011

Happy birthday my dongwoonie ;)

although it is a little bit late but hey it is still 6th june isnt it? selamat hari lahir,happy birthday,saengilchukahamnida ( dah tu je yg muncul dalm pale aku)


day 1-
->celebrating teachers day which is a little bit boring this year..
->went back to najihatul's house..
->arrived at school 3.15 p.m.,departed from school almost 3.50 p.m.
->arrived at camping site at 4.50 p.m.
->set the tent with najihatul and aishah
->gathered at dewan seri mewah after ishak prayer
->set a team by picking a puzzle piece
-> become the trusted person to take care of an egg.
->nightwalk in the woods which is so cool cause we means me,najihatul,mekar
and syazana got to meet cool guys such as kuje,ustaz,abg seluar askar and abg
seluar plkn (which is not their real name),we got to see the firefly and fungus
that glow in the dark
->the egg still save but mekar's one broke already poor her trousers..
->sleep alone at first from 1 a.m. to maybe 2.30 a.m. cause najihatul had to stay
guarding the camping site with her team while aishah was busy taking bath with
->i woke up because of aishah trying to enter the tent and prepare herself to sleep.
->at 3a.m take bath with najihatul
->went to the surau cause najihatul wanna pray
->trying to stay guarding the site at 4.30a.m but a group of people seems to guard
the camp site so go back to sleep

day 2-
->breakfast and aerobic
-> jungle tracking + survival skill
-> eat lunch, zohor prayer
-> wait for the cool guys to arrive (hahaha just like to call them cool guys) while
waiting for them..we play in the river..
->while happily playing an incident happened (shh secret ok) hahaha secret much
->at almost 5.50p.m. we start our rempuh halangan(something call like that la)
->we were introduce to TAKE COVER!!! hahaha seriously i dont like this word
->we get to rafting,some activity that needs us to climb,crawling and
swimming i mean swimming in the mud ok..the mud is all over our body including
our face.
-> forever TAKE COVER that day
-> cleaning ourselves in the river..we rub rub each other hahaha
-> night nothing much to do opps i forgot we had a campfire.. trust me it is a
little bit boring
-> then sleep

day 3-
->aerobic with the so called facilitator which are the helpers actually
-> we had our own sukaneka
-> majlis penutupan
-> packing2 eat lunch,line up and saw the cool guys for the last time (ececece)
->before eat lunch i got to take picture with a small snake that belongs to kuje.
-> we wave them for the last time and went back home

it was a cool and awesome camp.;) ;) ;)
lesson that i learned while night walking in the wood..if you see a place that has so many fungus that glowing dont walk that way because it is a sign of danger..maybe you are walking straingt to the gaung.

p/s-the time are not accurate ok..

Sunday, June 5, 2011


-in my parents room

me : eh i thought this was a pillow?
dad : hahaha *while hiding his tummy
me : *laughing so hard until coughing
ainun : dad she has ate the wrong medicine
me : *still laughing
dad : yup she ate the wrong medicine..hahaha

-living room *just got back from Giant

brother: nana why dont you keep these things?
me : saja je..because i wanna let you keep those things.. ;) *while grinning
brother: head brain you * hahaha kepala hotak kau

-in living room * watching lu pikirlah sendiri the movie (part wheres nabil bought milah school shoes)

me : abang have you ever buy me a shoe?
brother: hahaha *while say something that i dont remember
me : hahaha

p/s- i dont know why i am posting this thing..