Al-Fatihah

etc
Now what has gotten into me.
Tak pe sementara rajin menaip ni, kita tulis je.
Terkenan menaip utk WTF (refer previous post).

So, the last book I've read recently was Catatan Mat Lutfi.
Itu pon masa I was on home-quarantine for conjunctivitis
=___="
I don't know whether it can be considered as reading a book because it feels like reading his blog anyway. Some articles are actually excerpt from his blog but some seemed to be taken direct from his own diary. After all, of late, it's been  how most freelance authors produce books.

Bottom-line, it is interesting. Something I'd definitely suggest to others.
I've always love his work, by  the way. There are parts that move you to tears
and there are parts that burst you out ROTFL.

But this one part just got stuck in my brain.
*bisur'ah - gesaan "Cepat! Cepat!"

Considering the hadith making comparison of Sirat-al-Mustaqim to 'lebih halus daripada rambut dan lebih tajam daripada mata pedang' (Hadith Riwayat Muslim), I'd assumed it will definitely
not visible to our naked eyes.

I really hope and prayed that when the time comes, I'd remember to read Al-Fatihah.
I should have always read it consciously especially in my solat
(you know how we always get on auto-pilot mode).

[1] Dengan nama Allah, Yang Maha Pemurah, lagi Maha Mengasihani.
[2] Segala puji & syukur bagi Allah, 
Tuhan yang memelihara & mentadbirkan sekalian alam.
[3] Yang Maha Pemurah, lagi Maha Mengasihani.
[4] Yang Menguasai pemerintahan hari Pembalasan (hari Akhirat).
[5] Engkaulah sahaja (Ya Allah) Yang Kami berserah,
dan kepada Engkaulah sahaja kami memohon pertolongan.
[6] Tunjukilah kami Sirat-al-Mustaqim.
[7] Iaitu jalan orang-orang yang Engkau telah kurniakan nikmat kepada mereka,
bukan (jalan) orang-orang yang dimurkai, dan bukan pula (jalan) orang-orang yang sesat.
  • Friday, April 17, 2015

Ending of the first month

Whatever happened to 'new year'... 
A lot of things going on inside me they just don't find a way to spill out.
I can do better because I have a lot to do... and do better.
I may have not given enough credit to myself for the things I've done well... where I should.

I was going through my 2013 wishlist and found it empty.
(It's a simple list - a note in the phone and I deleted
the items I managed to fulfill as time goes by)
It startled and scared me a lil bit.
The fact that ALL items came true by the end of 2013.
And the fact that my future wishlist may come true just as well.
Above all, Alhamdulillah. 

My 2013 wishlist is based on 'material' acquisition.
I know I should change the rule of the game.

I stop wanting much (well... certain things) but I have a feeling that my 2014 wishlist will not be empty by the end of the year and will be carried forward for coming year and the next. 
InsyaAllah & Bi iznillah.


Remember that what you now have
was once among the things you only hope for.

  • Friday, January 31, 2014

Staying offline

The deal-breaker was when someone asked me,
"Why didn't I know about that?
You didn't mention it in your Facebook nor your blog?
"

Yes, it pissed me off the first few minutes. 
For I really think I do not have to tell every single thing to the public because I want to protect my personal interests. It was as if when it's not documented in any social network,
it did not exactly happen. So the real life event is considered void?

And what about those who are totally inactive and private?
We do not feel like prying into their life, do we?
They are low-key therefore they deserve to keep their privacy?

Truth is ; it's reversible.
I told you it only pissed me the first few minutes for I am thankful that I realized I can turn it
into my safety blanket. I go wayyyy out to do things at my own account and enjoy the freedom
of nobody not in favour to know about it. It is exhilarating. Keeping the secret, that is ;P
We get to decide how much we wanted to put ourselves out there.

So - blogging; like I have mentioned before, it is my personal space that I'm willing to share.
I try not to sugarcoat my daily life events but I have this tiny lil vow I made to myself -
If it's negative, it will not be likely to get documented.
That is how I shield myself from unhappiness as I do not want to be reminded by 'em all.

I have this personal favourite poem (since I was 17), 
extracted from some Form 4 English Literature reference book.
And it is always been my favourite.

If 
Written in 1895 by British Nobel laureate, 
Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!
  • Wednesday, February 13, 2013