Wednesday, November 17, 2004

coretan buatmu

aku tak mahu menulis tentang mu teman
kerna aku tak mahu pabila aku membacanya kembali..
aku menjadi seorang yang hampa..
aku sedar aku hanya mampu mengharap..
dan pastinya tiada apa yang berlaku..
apalah dayaku teman ..
aku ini kau lihat begitu cekal di luar..
hanya punya sekeping jiwa yang goyah di dalam..
aku tak mampu tinggal seorangan lagi..
tapi siapalah yang ingin berteman denganku..
andai masih punya impian..
dan pengertian itu..
aku mohonkan keberanian..
untuk meluahkan segala kebuntuan hidup ini..
siapalah aku

about 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 Salah. He, however could never win over his ego to get up and pray. Whatever he did, his Salah 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 tranquility and peace.
He began making Dua and went down to make Sajdah and stayed like that for a while. He had been at school all day and was tired, so 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 Judgement. When he was alive, he had heard many things about the questioning on the Day of Judgement, 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 center 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 Ramadan. 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 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 [saw] 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 ur friends and family, and maybe u can help someone open their eyes........ and who knows?? maybe this is a good deed that can help you during the day of judgement....right???

from Amal OdehPresident of MSA~ WSUcell - (937) 830-5433 aodeh11682@aol.com
MSAWSU@aol.com
2004-2005

Saturday, November 13, 2004

ramadhan dan raya

bismillah semenjak Ramadhan yang daku lalui dengan pelbgai suka dan duka. dari cerita solat berjemaah di surau berimamkan teman2 yang selama ini aku tak sangka akan memimpin dalam solat terawih. sehingga cerita kek batik yang menjadi hebahan. beralih kepada kisah pakcik van mengamuk kepada kami sehingga meninggalkan aku dan 3 orang lain di semenyih dan alifah terpaksa berkorban menghantar aku pulang. kisah mencari sponsor di niosh, bangi. kepada kisah edwin meminta aku menghantar kad raya kepada Prof Adeeb. emm banyak betul perkara yang berlaku. aku gagal menghabiskan bacaan khatam tahun ini. tak mengapa aku akan cuba habiskan selepas tamat Ramadan. kengkawan menghubungi untuk mengucapkan selamat hari raya. tatkala raya hampir menjelma barulah aku tahu ke mana kalian pergi ya...ibu pula sibuk menyusun atur perabut.. kami menjadi mangsa bila aturan tidak mengikut yang diingini. walaupun letih tetapi berbaloi rasanya. SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI MOHON MAAF ZAHIR DAN BATIN

peristiwa dan manusia

bismillah...pemergian Yasser Arafat yang telah mengundang sendu kepada penduduk dunia. sesungguhnya Allah lebih menyayanginya. dan pemergiannya pada bulan Ramadhan yang mulia ini mudah2an beliau ditempatkan di tempat orang2 yang dirahmatiNya.
AlFatihah...

setiap langkah yang diatur

EMBUN HIDAYAH.
Menjelang Maghrib, seorang saudara terbongkok2 dgn tongkatnya menuju ke
masjid. Beberapa kali dia hampir terjatuh.. tetapi sempat dikawal
menggunakan tongkatnya. Berhampiran di pintu masjid, saudara terssebut
tersadung batu sehingga tubuhnya terhuyung-hayang ke depan. 'untunglah'
seorang pemuda yang kebetulan berada disitu sempat memegang bahu saudara
tersebut sehingga dia tidak jatuh. kemudiannya, pemuda tersebut menuntun
saudara tersebut sampai ke pintu masjid.
Selesai solat, lelaki tua tadi baru menyedari bahawa pemuda yang
membantunya sebentar tadi tidak turut solat berjemaah. Dilihatnya pemuda
tersebut duduk termenung di pintu masjid tanpa melakukan apa2 pun. "wahai
pemuda, kamu sudah membantuku menuju ke masjid, tetapi mengapa kamu
sendiri tidak solat?" tanya lelaki tua sambil menghampiri pemuda itu.
"saya tidak mungkin solat pakcik... saya anak iblis.."
Lelaki tua tersebut t'peranjat, tetapi dia masih mencuba bertanya, " kalau
kamu anak iblis, kenapa kamu b'usaha menolongku ketika aku hampir jatuh?".

"Ayahku sudah lama perhatikanmu. Ia sgt marah kerana setiap kali kamu
t'huyung-hayang... dilihatnya dosa-dosamu berguguran. Ketika kamu hampir
jatuh, ayahku takut dosamu akan habis sama sekali, sehingga disuruhnya aku
membantumu berjalan menuju ke masjid"...
hayatilah...

Monday, November 01, 2004

berehat sahaja

bismillah...emm tak banyak perkara yang berlaku dalam masa dua minggu ni. last week ada exam jkm. tau je la dah namanya posting berbulan madu tentulah suma orang kurang mood nak banyak buku. jadi ramailah baca buku dengan separuh mata terbuka...nasib baik soalannya agak mudah. lebih kurang je dengan previous group nyer. minggu depan stat masuk kg utk kajian khusus lak. he he macam kembali ke zaman sekolah rasanya. lupa lak aku kena siapkan segala macam tugasan utk dihantar next week. so fasa rehat dalam posting jkm bakal tamat tidak lama lagi. ahh!!!