Assalamualaikum..
Not long ago, I asked my niece (Alya), do she know who Rasulullah is? She said 'I don't know him'. Then, someone else said to her, Rasulullah is our prophet, a man that so kind that you should love, he was even kinder from Ibu and ayah. Then, Alya said, 'Alya don't know him, I've never met him, how Alya gonna love him?'. I am speechless and my sister speechless. Sigh.
Hee. I would love to share about a quote that I just read, Mark Twain said "Love isn't a believe without evidence but a believe without condition". When you love something/someone, you must accept all the weakness or anything about them (without condition) and show them how much you love them (with the evidence), isn't it?
When we love something/someone, there's not, one moment where we could forget about them, always do anything that they asked for eventhough sometimes it could be hard.
Love is a believe without condition, that was a definition given by Mark Twain right, but wasn't a believe without condition also define the word of Imann?
We beriman to Allah. We believe in Allah even when we can't even imagined how Allah is, we don't know what Allah could be. But we believe eventhough we don't know much about Allah, isn't it also love (a believe without condition)?
And how can we create love in our heart? I believe by knowledge. Knowing who,what,how about the one we donot love at first, will create love in the end.
How about our love to Allah and our prophet now? No. I should not asked that, I should ask, how about my love to Allah and our prophet now? *Reflect*
P/S= Wo ai ni Allah...
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Holiday Is About To End.
Assalamualaikum..
Holiday is about to end. *Crying*. Like usual, I don't want holiday to end.
Now, I am 22 (not officially yet) but ever since I was a kid, things that my siblings and I cannot resist about my mother is her ability to tell a story. Well, maybe not an ability, an efforts. I grew up listening to her story. Not the one in the books, but the one that she made it up herself. When she told a story everyone listened even my father. And of course I pretended like I did not *I am a big girl ok*. I thought it just me who pretend, but later on I realized that even my lil sister did that. Hahaha. My time passed, my sibling's time passed. Now, the story time is for her grandchilds. But, I still listened and participated just like before but this time, silently.
Sigh. I don't want to go back to Jakarta.
P/S= For those who getting married. Hikhikhik. We often saw in the movies or dramas that a happy ending always ended with marriage. Well, in real life it's not. In real life, marriage is only a beginning and the ending, we never know. But we can hope and pray for a happy ending which is Jannah, InshaAllah. So, congratulations ! Hikhikhik..
Why oh why everyone is talking about marriage? Even my neighbors who came by. *Tepuk dahi*.
Holiday is about to end. *Crying*. Like usual, I don't want holiday to end.
Now, I am 22 (not officially yet) but ever since I was a kid, things that my siblings and I cannot resist about my mother is her ability to tell a story. Well, maybe not an ability, an efforts. I grew up listening to her story. Not the one in the books, but the one that she made it up herself. When she told a story everyone listened even my father. And of course I pretended like I did not *I am a big girl ok*. I thought it just me who pretend, but later on I realized that even my lil sister did that. Hahaha. My time passed, my sibling's time passed. Now, the story time is for her grandchilds. But, I still listened and participated just like before but this time, silently.
Sigh. I don't want to go back to Jakarta.
P/S= For those who getting married. Hikhikhik. We often saw in the movies or dramas that a happy ending always ended with marriage. Well, in real life it's not. In real life, marriage is only a beginning and the ending, we never know. But we can hope and pray for a happy ending which is Jannah, InshaAllah. So, congratulations ! Hikhikhik..
Why oh why everyone is talking about marriage? Even my neighbors who came by. *Tepuk dahi*.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
She Wants To Learn.
Assalamualaikum
Hi ! So many things to share but so not know how to write. Practically, I am on my semester 5 break. Hee.
I would love to shared about Alya, when she started to learn to perform solat. She's six and my sister said, she already learned the bacaan at school and when she homed, they will performed solat berjemaah together (Alya's parents, Alya and Aimi). Then, one day, when she came to my house, my sister brought together her telekung in case anyone in the house would love to solat with her. Of course, no one would answered no for that.
And she chose me. *She is so fond of me, hikhikhik*. And that day, we performed solat maghrib together and after that I checked her bacaan and the moment when to recite it until the Isya'. Again, solat Isya' we are berjemaah. Then, in the middle of our solat, she's started to cry. I mean she did cry hard. I was so wondering why she's crying. And after that, I asked her why did she cried? Her answered was 'Alya tak reti solat'. I hugged her and told her to doa to Allah so that one day, she will know how to solat.
Truthfully, I was so shocked when she cried and she told me that because she don't know to perform solat. First time in mind was "Ya Allah, murni dan innocentnya hati seorang budak ini". And I am so glad when other people chose not to solat, she (Alya) chose to cry because she don't know how to solat.
And I, so much in love to see, how she is so eager when I asked her to learn to perform solat, just like how I am so eager to teach her. I am not good, but I am trying to be good and I hope to the one that I love, at least, I can be good enough.
So, Alya, chaiyok-chaiyok ! Maktam always at your back ok. Hehehehe.
P/s= Well. Alya, from the bottom of my heart, I want to be your maktam not only in this dunia but also hereafter. So, my dear, don't ever give up.
Hi ! So many things to share but so not know how to write. Practically, I am on my semester 5 break. Hee.
I would love to shared about Alya, when she started to learn to perform solat. She's six and my sister said, she already learned the bacaan at school and when she homed, they will performed solat berjemaah together (Alya's parents, Alya and Aimi). Then, one day, when she came to my house, my sister brought together her telekung in case anyone in the house would love to solat with her. Of course, no one would answered no for that.
And she chose me. *She is so fond of me, hikhikhik*. And that day, we performed solat maghrib together and after that I checked her bacaan and the moment when to recite it until the Isya'. Again, solat Isya' we are berjemaah. Then, in the middle of our solat, she's started to cry. I mean she did cry hard. I was so wondering why she's crying. And after that, I asked her why did she cried? Her answered was 'Alya tak reti solat'. I hugged her and told her to doa to Allah so that one day, she will know how to solat.
Truthfully, I was so shocked when she cried and she told me that because she don't know to perform solat. First time in mind was "Ya Allah, murni dan innocentnya hati seorang budak ini". And I am so glad when other people chose not to solat, she (Alya) chose to cry because she don't know how to solat.
And I, so much in love to see, how she is so eager when I asked her to learn to perform solat, just like how I am so eager to teach her. I am not good, but I am trying to be good and I hope to the one that I love, at least, I can be good enough.
So, Alya, chaiyok-chaiyok ! Maktam always at your back ok. Hehehehe.
P/s= Well. Alya, from the bottom of my heart, I want to be your maktam not only in this dunia but also hereafter. So, my dear, don't ever give up.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
It's January 2012.
Assalamualaikum....
Happy New Year !
I believe no matter how strong the person is, there was a time when that person will lose hope. I did, in fact I always did. When I thought that I lose hope, there always something inside my heart budding and keep growing. I suppressed it, I ignored it but it just never go and when I let it be, it is growing as wide as a sky.. And it's hope. I don't know where it come from but I believe it's a gift from Allah..
You know, there is a blind girl who asked her mother what is the color of the sky and her mother told her, it's blue. Then the girl asked again, why is it blue? Her mother answered because blue is the color of hope. What is hope? She asked again and her mother said 'Hope is a feeling that you can't see but you can feel, something you can feel about what you want to be and to do'.
And I was thinking, she's right. I want to be a doctor, it's a hope. I want my parents to be happy, it's a hope. Why sometimes we loss it? I think maybe because we give up. Give up upon hope, give up to try again and most importantly give up to depend on Allah. May I not be that one kind.
When I was a child, I asked my mother why we must solat. My mother said because we must thanks Allah for everything He give, by worship to Him. What if I don't want to? Then my mother said you can't take whatever gifts that He give to you. And I asked again, How?, my mother said don't breath the air, I tried, 1 sec, 4 sec, 10 sec then 20 sec, the moment of 30 sec I inhaled hard, I must breath. I said again, next. My mother said don't live on the earth and other planets or anything similar. Where am I going? I asked. My mother said a place you created on your own, your soil, your tree, your air and everything. There's no place such that. At first I am scared but then, I knew that I depend on Allah on everything.
I believe the one who depend on Allah, they never lose hope. So, let's hope ! ^^
P/S= I hope I will not be lazy this block. Heheheheh
Happy New Year !
I believe no matter how strong the person is, there was a time when that person will lose hope. I did, in fact I always did. When I thought that I lose hope, there always something inside my heart budding and keep growing. I suppressed it, I ignored it but it just never go and when I let it be, it is growing as wide as a sky.. And it's hope. I don't know where it come from but I believe it's a gift from Allah..
You know, there is a blind girl who asked her mother what is the color of the sky and her mother told her, it's blue. Then the girl asked again, why is it blue? Her mother answered because blue is the color of hope. What is hope? She asked again and her mother said 'Hope is a feeling that you can't see but you can feel, something you can feel about what you want to be and to do'.
And I was thinking, she's right. I want to be a doctor, it's a hope. I want my parents to be happy, it's a hope. Why sometimes we loss it? I think maybe because we give up. Give up upon hope, give up to try again and most importantly give up to depend on Allah. May I not be that one kind.
When I was a child, I asked my mother why we must solat. My mother said because we must thanks Allah for everything He give, by worship to Him. What if I don't want to? Then my mother said you can't take whatever gifts that He give to you. And I asked again, How?, my mother said don't breath the air, I tried, 1 sec, 4 sec, 10 sec then 20 sec, the moment of 30 sec I inhaled hard, I must breath. I said again, next. My mother said don't live on the earth and other planets or anything similar. Where am I going? I asked. My mother said a place you created on your own, your soil, your tree, your air and everything. There's no place such that. At first I am scared but then, I knew that I depend on Allah on everything.
I believe the one who depend on Allah, they never lose hope. So, let's hope ! ^^
P/S= I hope I will not be lazy this block. Heheheheh
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
My Beatiful Escape.
Assalamualaikum
I m back from Bali-Bromo-Surabaya's trip. It's a long trip... Bali is so unique. I mean different. Bali is a place full with art, culture, religion and tourism of course. The architecture showed how they treasure art. Interesting ha? Heee.
I love Bali ! So beautiful, so unique, and so many handsome foreigners. Hehehehe.
Bromo is so untouched. The beauty make me always remind of Allah. I m glad that I am so lucky to be able to witness His greatness. Thanks Allah ! ^^
Surabaya, nothing much different from Jakarta. The traffic jam, the food *oh, they don't eat Nasi Uduk much in Surabaya* and the banjir-ness. Heee...
That sleepless mornning..
The special Bali's satay in Kintamani.
We waited for the mount Kintamani to appear, in the rain.
This was worth waited. Look what we got.
I love Bali.
This is actually the holy pond in Pura-Tirtha-Empul's temple *if I was not wrong*. They say, this pond never dry during the drought season and never flooded during the rainy.
This is the most expensive coffee in the world. *I don't know since I don't drink coffee, that is what they said*
A sip of variety of coffees and teas. Hmm.. Not my cup of tea. Too exotic.
In Uluwatu's temple. Name of Uluwatu was come from the word Ulu meaning the head and Watu meaning the stone. Therefore Uluwatu mean the temple that built on the tip of coral reef. If you watch closely, yes you are stepping on the coral reef.
This is Kecak's dance, we watched it in Uluwatu's temple. They say Kecak dance is a magical chant that protect the Shinta from Ravana, who fall in love with her beauty and tried to kidnap her while Laksmana (Shinta's husband) and Rama were away. This is a story that I read when I was a child.
Tiqah Nordin and I, on our early morning walk on Kuta's beach.
We watched people do some surf. Hehehehe.
The same pagoda on 50k Indonesia note in Bedugul's temple.
The memoir for the victims in the tragic pengeboman Bali 2002. Happy birthday Joey.
Saying goodbye to Bali.
Our sunrise morning in Bromo mount.
Mount Bromo.
My tourmates.
Bromo.
Sura (Ikan Yu) and Baya. The place where they fight once upon a time.. Surabaya.
I m back from Bali-Bromo-Surabaya's trip. It's a long trip... Bali is so unique. I mean different. Bali is a place full with art, culture, religion and tourism of course. The architecture showed how they treasure art. Interesting ha? Heee.
I love Bali ! So beautiful, so unique, and so many handsome foreigners. Hehehehe.
Bromo is so untouched. The beauty make me always remind of Allah. I m glad that I am so lucky to be able to witness His greatness. Thanks Allah ! ^^
Surabaya, nothing much different from Jakarta. The traffic jam, the food *oh, they don't eat Nasi Uduk much in Surabaya* and the banjir-ness. Heee...
That sleepless mornning..
The special Bali's satay in Kintamani.
We waited for the mount Kintamani to appear, in the rain.
This was worth waited. Look what we got.
I love Bali.
This is actually the holy pond in Pura-Tirtha-Empul's temple *if I was not wrong*. They say, this pond never dry during the drought season and never flooded during the rainy.
This is the most expensive coffee in the world. *I don't know since I don't drink coffee, that is what they said*
A sip of variety of coffees and teas. Hmm.. Not my cup of tea. Too exotic.
In Uluwatu's temple. Name of Uluwatu was come from the word Ulu meaning the head and Watu meaning the stone. Therefore Uluwatu mean the temple that built on the tip of coral reef. If you watch closely, yes you are stepping on the coral reef.
This is Kecak's dance, we watched it in Uluwatu's temple. They say Kecak dance is a magical chant that protect the Shinta from Ravana, who fall in love with her beauty and tried to kidnap her while Laksmana (Shinta's husband) and Rama were away. This is a story that I read when I was a child.
Tiqah Nordin and I, on our early morning walk on Kuta's beach.
We watched people do some surf. Hehehehe.
The same pagoda on 50k Indonesia note in Bedugul's temple.
The memoir for the victims in the tragic pengeboman Bali 2002. Happy birthday Joey.
Saying goodbye to Bali.
Our sunrise morning in Bromo mount.
Mount Bromo.
My tourmates.
Bromo.
Sura (Ikan Yu) and Baya. The place where they fight once upon a time.. Surabaya.Goodbye holiday ! and Happy New Year.
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