The day we meet

Remember the day we met? do you remember although just a little? or am i the one who have been forgotten?

You were wearing that beautiful dress and with that, a smile that I’ll never forget. I was not even sure if you were the one. Good thing I remembered that smile, when I saw you for the very first time. It was almost an hour of waiting, for you to arrive. I ask myself is she still coming?… While I was waiting for you, I looked back during those times when we used to talk all night and had those silly conversations. I was very excited to have those special moments again but this time it is right next to you. I have waited for so long just to feel your warm embrace and to be with you even for just a week.

It was a week that we’ll never forget. We had so much laughter that we made the best memories together. Memories that we can share to our grandchildren and even to their grandchildren . A week that nobody can take from us. It was the turning point of my life. Realizing that I want to spend my whole life being with you. To the point that I just don’t want to let go.

Time has come when all that laughter are turning into dust, I was about to leave you. After a week of sleepless nights and wonderful morning together, we need to face again the reality. The reality that is keeping us apart. Facing the fact that maybe one day the odds may never want to see us together.

Our love is made up of trust and constant communication. Never holding back on each other. Having those moments, just to say good morning and just falling asleep during those nights we talk and laughed. I wish we can be together right now.. Maybe, someday we will. All I wish for is that we can still feel this way even if things had change.

Life will never tell us what will happen tomorrow, so I always remind myself how we fell in love and how we made it, against all odds.

Short Story about love and life

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A very poor man lived with his wife.

One day, his wife, who had very long hair asked him to buy her a comb for her hair to grow well and to be well-groomed.

The man felt very sorry and said no. He explained that he did not even have enough money to fix the strap of his watch he had just broken.

She did not insist on her request.

The man went to work and passed by a watch shop, sold his damaged watch at a low price and went to buy a comb for his wife.

He came home in the evening with the comb in his hand ready to give to his wife.

He was surprised when he saw his wife with a very short hair cut.

She had sold her hair and was holding a new watch band.

Tears flowed simultaneously from their eyes, not for the futility of their actions, but for the reciprocity of their love.

 

MORAL: To love is nothing, to be loved is something but to love and to be loved by the one you love,that is EVERYTHING. Never take love for granted.

Beautiful story. sob.sob

Story – No one is promised tomorrow

It was their anniversary, and Aisha was waiting for her husband Bilal to show up.

Things had changed since their marriage, the once cute couple couldn’t-live-w­ithout each-other had turned bitter. Fighting over every little things, both didn’t like the way things had changed. 

Aisha was waiting to see if Bilal remembered it was their anniversary! Just as the door bell rang she ran to find her husband wet and smiling with a bunch of flowers in his hand. The two started re-living the old days. Making up for fights, then was the plan for the dinner and it was raining outside! It was perfect.

But the moment paused when the phone in the bedroom rang. Aisha went to pick it up and it was a man. “Hello ma’am I’m calling from the police station. Is this Mr Bilal’s number?”

“Yes it is!”

“I’m sorry ma’am; but there was an accident and a man died. We got this number from his wallet; we need you to come and identify his body.”

Aisha’s heart sank!! She was shocked!

“But my husband is here with me?”

“Sorry ma’am, but the incident took place at 2 pm, when he was boarding the train.”

Aisha was about to lose her conscience.

How could this happen?!

She had heard about the soul of the person coming to meet a loved one before it leaves!

She ran into the other room. He was not there. It was true! He had left her for good!!

Oh God she would have died for another chance to mend every little fight! She rolled on the floor in pain. She lost her chance! Forever!

Suddenly there was a noise from the bathroom, the door opened and Bilal came out and said “Darling, I forgot to tell you my wallet got stolen today”.

LIFE MIGHT NOT GIVE YOU A SECOND CHANCE. SO NEVER WASTE A MOMENT WHEN YOU CAN STILL MAKE UP FOR YOUR WRONGS!!!

No one is promised tomorrow. Fix your mistakes before it is too late and you would only wish you got back one minute. SubhanAllah, this is a great reminder! 

And this applies not only to your spouse but also to your parents, sisters, brothers and your friends. Ask for forgiveness before it is too late. On The Day of Judgement Allah (swt) may forgive but His creatures may not. Fix your relationships with those around you inshaAllah, before it’s too late dear Muslims

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Standing by His Mother’s Bedside

 

A long time ago there lived a great saint. His name was Sharafud-Din and he loved his mother very much. Once, when Sharafud-Din was still small, his mother fell very ill and had to stay in bed. One night she awoke with a burning thirst and called out to her son to bring her a bowl of water.

The young boy hurried to do her bidding, but when he returned to her bedside with the water, he discovered that she had fallen asleep again. Sharafud-Din was not sure what to do. Should he wake her up or wait until she awoke, or leave the water by her bedside and go back to bed himself? He decided to wait until she awoke.

Minutes passed…hours passed…the night passed…and still the small boy waited patiently with the water at his mother’s side. Finally his mother awoke a little after the first light of dawn had paled the sky, and to her surprise there was her beloved son at her side.

“How long have you been standing here?” she asked. “You haven’t been there all night have you?”

‘Yes, mother,” he replied, “I have been here since you asked me to bring you some water.”

His mother was deeply touched by his devotion, and asked Allah to pour His blessings on her son. One day he grew up to be a great saint!

My Mother

 

When I look at my mother. I see the pain she has suffered throughout her life, the loss of my brother who passed away at the age of 5. What she went through when my dad married another woman. The way she was treated by others who took advantage of her good nature and still till this day she welcomes them to our homes.

The time when she asked to borrow money off me and the look of shame in her eyes when she repeatedly promised that she will pay me back still to this day makes my heart burn.

I never met such an amazing woman like my mum. I am not just saying this because  she is my mum. I’m saying this because when I look at her, I see all them years of the way she was mistreated by others. I see the sadness in her eyes of never being able to see her son again. I see the worry of how she will provide for me and my siblings and I see that she just wants to be loved.

But this is not what makes her amazing. It is the fact that she has forgiven the people who see no wrong in what they do. She treats them with the respect that she rightfully deserves from them.

She has no hate in her, for if she did she would have hated the woman who stole her husband away from her. Instead she treats the woman like a sister and cares for her children like they were her own. Many of my friends tell me that if there mum’s were in my mum’s position they wouldn’t do the things my mum does for my stepmum. Tbh I’m not sure if I would be as kind like my mum if I was in her shoes. But not many women are strong enough to forgive the woman who stole their husband and their kids baby daddy’s. And she is like this thanks to the grace of Allah, who has blessed her with a kind heart.

I see it as my duty to now look after my mother, I want to live the life that she couldn’t the one that she dreams for me and my siblings. Apart from inheriting her goodlooks my mum has taught me that forgiveness and kindness is one of the best things you can teach someone. I hope one day I can be like her.

Such a strong woman Allah has blessed me with as my mother. I hope no mother goes through what my mother has, there probably people out there who have suffered worse than my mother and my heart goes out to them. It is true when they say heaven lies at your mother’s feet. I’m so thankful that Allah has given me such a wonderful woman as my mother.

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Hell Fire

 

There was a king who had a lot of wealth, and he had a daughter and no other children. He loved her very much, and he used to let her enjoy all kinds of entertainment. This went on for a long time.

Beside the king there lived a devoted worshipper, and whilst he was reciting one night, he raised his voice saying,

“O you who believe! Ward off yourselves and your families against a Fire (Hell) whose fuel is men and stones“ [al-Tahreem 66:6 – interpretation of the meaning]. 

The girl heard his recitation and said to her servants, “Stop!” But they did not stop. The worshipper started to repeat the verse, and the girl kept telling them to stop, but they did not stop. She put her hands to her collar and tore her garment, and they went to her father and told him the story.

He went to her and said, “My dear, what happened to you tonight? What made you weep?” and he hugged her.

She said, “I ask you by Allaah, O my father, to tell me, does have Allaah have a Fire the fuel of which is men and stones?

He said, “Yes.

She asked him, “Why did you not tell me? By Allaah I will not eat any good food or sleep on any soft bed until I know whether my abode is in Paradise or Hell.

Source: Safwat al-Safwah, 4/437-438

so could you tell me, are you a cop?

While taking a routine vandalism report at an elementary school, an officer was interrupted by a little boy about six years old. Looking up and down at his uniform, he asked, “Are you a cop?”

“Yes,” he replied and continued writing the report.

“My mother said if I ever needed help I should ask the police. Is that right?”

“Yes, that’s right,” he told him.

“Well, then,” he said as he extended his foot towards the officer, “would you please tie my shoe?”

Wait this is so adorable hahaha 😀

From a Hijab to a Non-Hijab and now back to Hijab

although i’am a guy but i love this story, this story about a women and hijab …
after read this hope all of you girls will  realize and make this as a decision to your life girl, your habbit, your commitment  ;’)

“[HER iHIJABEE STORY] From a Hijabee to a Non-Hijabee and now back to Hijabee Alhamdulillah!

 Spend bits of your time and read through her story.
Her story on finding her way back to Allah SWT after a short moment of tasting this Dunya, indeed    make her realize it is temporary & only Allah able to fill the heart & life

And this world is but a temporary enjoyment and Hereafter is indeed everlasting. When the heart is empty, and you don’t know what is missing, trust me, it is Allah that is missing from the heart.
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Being a muslimah who wore Hijab, which i started to put on Hijab back then 5 years ago is the turning point of my life.

Being a hijabee ( someone who wore hijab ) is a life changing event for me. No matter how tiny or unsignificant it may seems to others but, subhanAllah the moment Allah gives me the feeling of putting on the Hijab, thats the moment where I feel alive back again.

The feeling of wearing a hijab, as being someone who already wore it since standard 3 up to form 5, makes me feel stuffy and just dont understand why do I need to wear Hijab. I know its for the sake of Allah but with the environment I were in, which full with lots of make-up and fashions which make effect me so much which I ended up make my decision to open my Hijab. Being a teenagers is not easy as you are subjected to tons of lies of this world.

Definitely my father never allow me to do so and we ended up having a minor argument regarding this. Being someone who is so firm, and really determine of getting what I wanted. Makes me have more and more discussion with my father to let him understand why i choose to open up my hijab.
My sole reason : Because i am just not ready for this commitment and i will take up this commitment back again one day definitely

Is hijab a commitment? Yes indeed..

For when you are a hijabee, you are subjected to lots of expectation while i am sick of others expectation at that time which is 5 years ago. And so my father said no nor yes. but being so stuborn and determine, i decided to open up my Hijab something that I have been wearing for almost 9 years of my life.

And so chapter of my life begins. A chapter where, im not a hijabees. A chapter where, im not subjected to any expectation of others. A chapter when, i could show others the beautiful side of me. And those thought is just enough to makes me happy. A life where I still perform my daily Solah. Never missed my solat indeed and never missed my Ramadhan. Alhamdulillah

A chapter of life doing A-Level, away from home for the first time where Allah SWT really gives what i wish upon at that moment. I have more than enough scholar money, i have the chance to establish life on my own at hostel, i have the chance to wear what i want, i have the chance to go out for movies as long as i want, i have the chance to have a boyfriend, i have the chance to smile for so many reasons and there goes my life for about 1 and half years doing A -Level with just the exact lifestyle that i have ever wanted and dreamed of.

Each days passed by. The smiles and happiness that i once felt, started to fade off. For i could not find more excitement anymore of not wearing Hijab, I could not find anymore excitement for living the life i wanted. Everything just seems so empty. Something is just missing away from my life but im just stucked there cause i just dont know what is missing. The feeling at that moment is EMPTY.

However, with the mercy of Allah SWT, one night while on the phone with someone, when we were just talking about random stuff. Suddenly a question being asked to me, what will happen to us after we die?

Somehow i just dont know why, that question strike me so much that i just could not answer that question. and im just so stunned. Because the real fact is that, i know what gonna happen to me when i die, with all these temporary life of this Dunya which i wanted so much. I know what to expect for i leave my hijab just for the sake of wanting this Dunya. I know exactly where im gonna go after i die. Thats why im stunned.

And the night goes sleepless for im really scared of the later days. I just keep on crying and crying for i am scared of Allah punishment towards me and i dare not go out from the house for scared of more and more sins im gonna make for not wearing Hijab. Astagfirullahaladheem What have i done ;(

From that very moment, i started to think of wearing Hijab back. But so many thought comes to me. What others gonna say. What others gonna think. What others and the list goes on and on. And just what i told myself, i am doing this for the sake of Allah and none other and fullstop. And the moment i told my father back again that i wanted to put on hijab, you could never imagine how curvy his smile was Alhamdulillah

The night where my mum actually bought me a few piece of hijab, the moment i put it on back. A feeling that strike me was, is not a weird feeling or awkward feelings of wearing hijab. But the feeling that i got at that very moment was, This is me. This is the girl i was before. This is the image that im used to. This is who i am. Someone with a Hijab

Only tears of grateful towards Allah could describe how grateful I am. For Allah is all merciful even after so many sins i committed subhanAllah. And more and more light shined to me after i wear my hijab. More and more blessings He bestow upon me.

O Allah, You are so Merciful and You are more Merciful to me more than I am to myself

And so, it all started when Im a Hijabee

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SubhanAllah! such a long journey of hers but it is all worth it right if it is for the sake of Allah swt 🙂

if you would Please share at your facebook and may Allah reward you plenty! Ameen 😉

 

Ilustrasi Kehidupan dari Imam Ghazali

Illustrating the Reality of this Life by Imam Ghazali (ENGLISH)

There was a person in the forest and suddenly he heard the roar of a lion. So when he looked towards that direction he found a lion was coming for him. So it was a big shock for him. He looked around; there was no high tree where he could climb. But luckily he had a well close by. So he thought let me jump inside the well, and when the lion will go back then I will come out. So as soon as he looked inside the well to jump in he found that there was a big snake floating inside the water, waiting inside the water.

And now this person was in a very strange condition. The lion was coming to eat him, and if he jumps inside the well there is a snake waiting for him, a black cobra waiting for him. Now he though what should I do? So he found a branch which was growing on the wall of the well. So he quickly made a decision. Let me catch this branch and hang on it so that I will not be outside so the lion can eat me and I will not go down the well so that snake can bite me.

So he did it. He held the branch with both hands and hanged on to it. Now the lion came and stood on the outside waiting for him. The lion was waiting outside the well and the snake was waiting inside the well and this person was in between these two positions. Suddenly he saw two rats, one was black and one was white and both of them, they were chewing on the branch which he was holding. He became more concerned. How? I am holding the branch and the branch is being cut by the two rats, one white one black. So what will happen to me?

So in this state of mind he looked on one side, he found a honey bee nest. There were no bees and it was full of honey. So a thought came in his mind, can I taste the honey? So he held the branch with one hand and with the other hand he took his finger and took some honey on the finger and started tasting it. It was really very delicious. So he started eating the honey and he forgot about the lion, forgot about the snake waiting for him and forgot about the two rats who were cutting the branch.

Explanation of the Metaphors in the Story

Imam Ghazali (may Allah have Mercy on him) he wrote:

O my brother! This is your example. That the angel of death is coming behind you like the lion and the punishment of the grave is waiting for you like the black cobra and you are holding the branch of your life and you are hanging in between. And the day and the night, they are two rats, black and white.

They are cutting the same branch that you are holding and with which you are hanging in between. And then the enjoyment of this world, they are just like honey and you are busy in enjoying your life and you have forgotten that you are spending the days and nights of your life and you are approaching the time of your death. And you forgot that the angel of death is coming behind you and you forgot that the cobra of the punishment of the grave is waiting for you.

ilustrasi ini benar” mengambarkan kehidupan kita bukan?

walaupun tidak semua tapi terkadang memang seperti inilah

kita terlalu sibuk dengan kesenangan sesaat untuk menghilangan segala penat,  sampai lupa bahwa

AKHIRAT dan KEMATIAN itu dekat Astagfirullah ;'(