Love, Knowledge and Time :: Very Sweet Story of Feelings

Dear all , it had been quite sometime that i have not updated my entry of the blog..well, here please read this sweet story of feelings.......

Love, Knowledge and Time :: Very Sweet Story of Feelings

Once upon a time there was an island where all the feelings lived: happiness, sadness, knowledge, and all the others, including love.

One day it was announced to all of the feelings that the island was going to sink to the bottom of the ocean. So all the feelings prepared their boats to leave.

Love was the only one that stayed. She wanted to preserve the island paradise until the last possible moment. When the island was almost totally under, love decided it was time to leave.

She began looking for someone to ask for help. Just then Richness was passing by in a grand boat. Love asked, "Richness, Can I come with you on your boat?"

Richness answered, "I'm sorry, but there is a lot of silver and gold on my boat and there would be no room for you anywhere."

Then Love decided to ask Vanity for help who was passing in a beautiful vessel. Love cried out, "Vanity, help me please."

"I can't help you", Vanity said, "You are all wet and will damage my beautiful boat."

Next, Love saw Sadness passing. Love said, "Sadness, please let me go with you."

Sadness answered, "Love, I'm sorry but I just need to be alone now."

Then, Love saw Happiness. love cried out, "Happiness, please take me with you." But Happiness was so over overjoyed that he didn't hear Love calling to him.

Love began to cry. Then she heard a voice say, "Come Love, I will take you with me." It was an elder. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that she forgot to ask the elder his name.

When they arrived on land the elder went on his way. Love realized how much she owed the elder. Love then found Knowledge and asked, "who helped me?"

"It was Time", Knowledge answered.

"But why did Time help me when no one else would?", Love asked.

Knowledge smiled and with deep wisdom and sincerity, answered, "Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is."

:: Moral of the Story ::

If you need Love, you first need knowledge and the art of implementing knowledge on time.

Knowledge is more superior to Love.

Without knowledge you never feel love.

At last best Knowledge saves Love on Time.

Full knowledge presupposes full love.

For better living or better life, You need good knowledge, pure love and right time.

 

 

OOOHhh  How true....it is so TRUE....

 

 

 

MaMaZuE 

10 keys to bring more inspiration into your life

 Salam to all....let's talk about inspiration tonite....

Have you ever asked yourself what is inspiration?

When the word inspiration is broken down into it's component parts, it simply means "in - spirit".

When you are living "in - spirit" You feel excited about yourself and your life. You have a special conection with all parts of your mind and body.

The question is how can we connect to our spirit at all times to take that actions that make all things possible ?

Below are ten keys to opening your doors to your inspiration.

1. The first key to inspiration is enjoyment. It would take a spiritual master to get inspired about doing the dishes. So find something that really excites you. It can be anything that you really enjoy.

2. The second key is love. When you are actively pouring love into what you are doing, this will guarantee that you are opening yourself to experiencing more inspiration.

 

3. The third key is to trust yourself. Listen to that little voice inside yourself and know that this comes from heart. This is called intuition.

4. The fourth key is to follow what your intuition tells you. The more you listen to it, the stronger your intuition will become. If you don't pay attention, that little voice gets fainter and fainter until you can no longer hear it.

5. The fifth key is to keep telling yourself "I can". These are some of the most powerful words that you can ever use. When you say this to yourself often enough, you build abridge between yourself and your inspiration.

6. The sixth key is not to listen to anyone that says "no you can't". They might think that they may not be able to, and try to project this negative belief onto you, but remember to keep telling yourself that, "I can! "

7. The seventh key is to believe in yourself. When you are backed by a strong belief in yourself and your dreams, nothing is impossible.

8. The eighth key is to avoid negativity. Ask yourself, do you really need to read the newspaper or watch the news on TV everyday ? Nothing kills inspiration quicker than being surrounded by bad news.

9. The ninth key is acceptance. Accept that on some days you feel much more inspired than on others. This is normal, nobody can be completely inspired every minute of the day.

10. The tenth key is possibly the most important of all. Take action every day, no matter how small a step it seems. Action is the fuel to the fires of inspiration. Make it a daily practise to keep your fire burning. The taking of actions, no matter how small, will fill you with inspiration for taking the next step.

May your life be filled with love, happiness and inspiration......

May your night be so perfect......do listen to this oldies.....GOOD NITE EVERYONE....

mAmAzUe

No Man Is PERFECT....

Seorang isteri mengadu begini kepada saya,
" Suami saya bukanlah seperti yg saya gambarkan sewaktu belum berkahwin. Dia amat berbeza daripada penampilannya dahulu. Sekarang dia bukan sahaja gagal membahagiakan saya malah sering menjadikan saya kesal mempersuamikannya. Ingin sekali saya meninggalkannya, tapi tak berupaya kerana memikirkan anak2 dan masa depan saya sendiri, walaupun ada lelaki yang sedia mengambil saya di luar sana . Saya seperti terperangkap oleh kedunguan masa lalu. Kekal bersamanya bererti saya selamanyalah tidak akan berasa bahagia. Apa yang boleh saya lakukan sekarang?

Lalu saya bertanya,
skrg puan nak yang mana? Kekal bersamanya atau mengikut lelaki lain? Maksud saya mana yang lebih berat? Kalau Dr. tanyakan yang mana lebih berat, tentulah bersamanya lebih berat. Kalau begitu, mengapa tidak pejamkan mata, bayangkan yang indah2, anggaplah dia satu2nya lelaki yang ada di dunia ini dan binalah kebahgiaan bersama. Isteri itu seperti terkejut dgn saranan saya.

Barangkali dia mengharapkan satu cadangan yang lebih memihak kepada gelojak hatinya untuk memilih lelaki lain, berdasarkan kebahagiaan yang sudah gagal di kecapinya skrg.

Lalu saya perjelaskan,
kalaulah kebahagiaan yang menjadi persoalan, belum tentu pilihan seterusnya akan menjaminkan kebahagiaan. Barangkali bersama lelaki kedua masalah lebih menimpa. Kalau nanti perkahwinan kedua itu juga gagal memberikan kebahagiaan, apakah anda akan berkahwin buat kali ketiga? Jika tak bahagia juga, anda akan berkahwin pula buat kali keempat? Kemudian kelima, keenam? Sampai bila?

Hidup bukankah untuk dinikmati? Usia bukanlah lama untuk dipersiakan dengan hal-hal yang tidak sepatutnya. Siapapun dia, dia adalah lelaki yang bergelar `SUAMI'. Kebahagiaan adalah satu istilah yang telah terbentuk. Tinggal bagaimana kita mendefinasikan kebahagiaan itu sahaja yang menyebabkan sesetengah drpd kita gagal berasa bahagia.

Alangkah ruginya kalau hidup yang singkat ini kita gagal mendapat bahagia. Semata2 kerana menyangka kebahagiaan itu akan dinikmati jika bersama orang sekian-sekian. Semata-mata kerana menyangka Si Dia boleh memberi bahagia yang diimpi-impikan. Kalau MELESET bagaimana? Kalau kebahagiaan yang iidam-idamkan itu tidak diperoleh sdgkan kebahagiaan yang sedia ada ini telah ditinggalkan, bagaimana?

Setelah anda Diijab-kabul, satu perjanjian telah dibentuk. Anda telah merelakan diri anda bergelar ISTERI dan rela memanggil org berkenaan yang tiada langsung pertalian dengan anda sebelumnya sebagai SUAMI. Anda merelakan segalanya kepada dia dan demikian dia terhadap anda. Setelah diikat dengan tali perkahwinan, mengapa tidak pejamkan mata dan anggaplah dia pasangan yang terbaik. Dia mmg dijadikan buat anda. Dia adalah segala-galanya. Bentuklah kebahagiaan bersamanya.

JANGAN mimpi-mimpikan lagi org lain selain dia.
JANGAN angan-angankan perkara yang bukan-bukan.
INGAT!!!!.. Anda dijadikan dari tulang rusuk dia. Relakan diri anda untuk bertolak ansur dlm beberapa hal untuk mencari kesukaan dan kebencian bersama. Relakan membina bahagia dan dialah alatnya.

Masalah yang sering menimpa pasangan muda ialah masing2 gagal memantau
imaginasi untuk membentuk bahagia pada awal perkahwinan. Setelah segalanya dilalui dan masalah menapak di sana sini, barulah sedar sesuatu sepatutnya dilakukan lebih awal dahulu. Tetapi nyata sudah terlambat, imaginasi bersama mekanisme-mekanisme nya telah dipersia-siakan. Bahagia kelihatan tetapi sudah tidak terjangkau dek tangan. Kesudahannya, bahagia di sangka berada di luar dan mahu di buru walhal sebenarnya bahagia sudah berada di tangan, hanya gagal mengenal dan menikmatinya sahaja.

Selagi mana SUAMI anda itu masih menjalankan tanggungjawabnya, maksud saya dia masih ingat rumah, ingat anak-anak dan ingat untuk mencari rezeki, dia masih seorang lelaki yang boleh diharapkan. Apalagi jika dia seorang yang tidak meninggalkan ibadah-ibadah fardu, kekurangan-kekurang an yang ada pada dirinya hanyalah sekadar kekurangan untuk membenarkan kata-kata `NO MAN IS PERFECT".

 MaMaZuE

Ladies....you should read this.....How woman should think....

Recently, in a large city in France, a poster featuring a young, thin and tan woman appeared in the window of a gym.

It said, "This summer, do you want to be a mermaid or a whale?"

A middle-aged woman, whose physical characteristics did not match those of the woman on the poster, responded publicly to the question posed by the gym.

To Whom It May Concern, Whales are always surrounded by friends (dolphins, sea lions, curious humans.)
They have an active sex life, get pregnant and have adorable baby whales. They have a wonderful time with dolphins stuffing themselves with shrimp.
They play and swim in the seas, seeing wonderful places like Patagonia, the Bering Sea and the coral reefs of Polynesia .

Whales are wonderful singers and have even
recorded CDs. They are incredible creatures and virtually have no predators other than humans.
They are loved, protected and admired by almost everyone in the world.

Mermaids don't exist. If they did exist, they would be lining up outside the offices of Argentinean psychoanalysts due to identity crisis. Fish or human?

They don't have a sex life because they kill men who get close to them, not to mention how could they have sex?
Just look at them ... where is IT?  Therefore, they don't have kids either.
Not to mention, who wants to get close to a girl who smells like a fish store?

The choice is perfectly clear to me: I want to be a whale.

P.S. We are in an age when media puts into our heads the idea that only skinny people are beautiful, but I prefer to enjoy an ice cream with my kids, a good dinner with a man who makes me shiver, and a piece of chocolate with my friends.

With time, we gain weight because we accumulate so much information and wisdom in our heads that when there is no more room, it distributes out to the rest of our bodies.
So we aren't heavy, we are enormously cultured, educated and happy.
Beginning today, when I look at my butt in the mirror I will think, Good grief, look how smart I am!

Beautiful Inspiring Story: A Little Girl and Her Father…

A very short story but very inspring one....

A little girl and her father were crossing a bridge.

The father was kind of scared So he asked his little daughter,

“Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that

You don’t fall into the river.”

The little girl said, ”No,Dad. You hold my hand.”

“What’s the difference?”

Asked the puzzled father.

“There’s a big difference,” replied the little girl.

“If I hold your hand and something happens to me,

chances are that I may let your hand go. But if you hold my hand,

I know for sure that no matter what happens,

you will never let my hand go.”

In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind,

but in its bond. So hold the hand of the person whom you love

rather than expecting them to hold yours…

This message is too short but carries

a lot of feelings its the best Thing….

HAPPY READING.....

MaMaZuE

Please read on........a good story!!

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.

... One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.

His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Days and weeks passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find his lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."

Epilogue: There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled. If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy.

"Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present."

People will forget what you said... People will forget what you did... But people will never forget how you made them feel...

Amazing story with a moral.......he he he

Take a break and read this.....

A sweet grandmother telephoned St. Joseph ‘s Hospital.She timidly asked, “Is it possible to speak to someone who can tell me how a patient is doing?”

The operator said, “I’ll be glad to help, dear.What’s the name and room number of the patient?”The grandmother in her weak, tremulous voice said, ”Norma Findlay, Room 302.”

The operator replied, “Let me put you on hold while I check with the nurse’s station for that room.” After a few minutes, the operator returned to the phone and said, ”I have good news. Her nurse just told me that Norma is doing well. Her blood pressure is fine; her blood test just came back normal and her physician, Dr. Cohen, has scheduled her to be discharged tomorrow.”

The grandmother said, “Thank you. That’s wonderful. I was so worried.God bless you for the good news.” The operator replied, “You’re more than welcome. Is Norma your daughter?

“The grandmother said, “No, I’m Norma Findlay in Room 302.No one tells me at all”

Moral: We never give our sick ones moral motivation. Most of the patients are more mental than physical patients. Positive statements have a remarkable effect on the patients. So, always give your patients physical treatment as well as mental motivation.

 MaMaZuE

Busy like a bee......

Dear all....

I was very-very busy all these days..& did not even have enough time to relax...

If you are wondering why I am not updating my blog....well, the truth is , I am extremely busy with my office assignments, translations and all...and another thing is that...we infact our DZ family has opened up a "second-hand furniture shop" in Kemaman...ha ha ha....

It's our family business and operated by all the DZ's in the family..we work hand in hand together in handling the whole business...

Alhamdulillah, everything goes on fine and we could actually have sales everyday.....so far so good....each of us takes turn to look after the shop....since my 2nd son is now waiting for his degree course which starts only in September, so, he is the one looking after it almost all the time...

I felt so lucky to have my helpful & energetic sons who can really do the mending work, delivering items and also helping into the accounts...hoping so much that this business prolong forever and hopefully one of them can take charge later...looking into the future...


From here, I could foresee that all my boys can work together and help each other in many ways...i'm so glad that they can really work in a bunch...they will be there during the weekends as 2 of them are schooling!!!

DZ Berkat Sepakat is our company's name and I thank God for it....So, for those who are in Kemaman & Kuantan..you are all most welcome to our shop based in Geliga Kemaman...It's just 2 doors away from Restoran Dinnee 2 in Geliga....anyway, the signboard is not on display yet but it's in the process...

If this is your 1st time here, you are most welcome to my blog..Please feel free to view my previous pages...

This post is meant to keep all of u up to date with what is happening around...I will pop by from time to time & I will be back blogging as soon as I can....

 

Anak-anak itu kupu-kupu syurga

Keistimewaan yang bakal diperoleh apabila anak-anak anda boleh digelar kanak-kanak atau kupu-kupu syurga. Barangsiapa yang menggembirakan anak -anaknya, darjatnya seumpama orang yang sentiasa menangis kerana takutkan Allah. Orang yang menangis takutkan Allah diharamkan oleh Allah akan api neraka ke atas tubuhnya.

Ciumlah anakmu kerana pahala setiap ciuman itu dibalas dengan satu darjat syurga. Nisbah di antara dua darjat ialah 500 darjat. Syurga itu ialah sebuah kampung kesenangan, tiada masuk ke dalamnya melainkan orang yang menyukai kanak-kanak.

Barangsiapa keluar ke pekan Muslim dan membeli barang-barang dan kembali ke rumah dengan buah tangan untuk anak-anaknya, nescaya mendapat rahmat daripada Allah dan tidak diseksa di Akhirat kelak.

Muliakan anak-anak dengan mengajar mereka adab dan ilmu agama. Barangsiapa memuliakan anak-anaknya dalam keadaan jahil dia turut menanggung tiap-tiap dosa yang dilakukan oleh anaknya itu dan barangsiapa membekalkan anaknya itu turut diperolehinya.

Aqrak pernah terlihat Nabi SAW mencium cucu baginda Hassan. Aqrak berkata; "Anakku sepuluh orang banyaknya, namun tiada seorang pun yang pernah aku cium." Sabda Nabi SAW; "Orang yang tidak menyayangi tidak pula akan disayangi."

Barangsiapa ke pasar dan membeli sesuatu barang untuk ahli keluarganya dan dia memikulnya ke rumah; pahalanya seperti dia memikul sedekah untuk orang yang sangat berhajat. Hendaklah mendahulukan anak perempuan daripada anak lelaki. Maka barangsiapa menyukakan anak perempuan seolah-olah dia memerdekakan anak Nabi Ismail.

Seorang lelaki bertanya; "Ya Rasulullah, kepada siapakah harus aku berbakti?"
Jawab baginda; "Berbaktilah kepada ibu bapamu."
Kata lelaki itu lagi; "Ibu bapaku sudah tiada lagi."
Sabda Nabi SAW; "Kalau begitu berbaktilah kepada anakmu, ibubapa berhak terhadap dirimu dan anakmu pula berhak ke atas dirimu."

Wallahualam bissawab.

....MaMaZue....

This is for all the mothers who have ...

Sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up their babies’s nose, babies’mouth, soothing them with  d cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's OK honey, Mommy's here."

Who have walked around the house all night with their babies when they kept crying and wouldn't stop.

This is for all the mothers who have shown up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse, being sleepy at work..

For all the mothers who have run carpools and made dozens of cookies for school teas and sewn school costumes. And all the mothers who HAVEN'T because they're at work trying to keep on top of the bills.

This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes and all their love.

This is for all the mothers who have frozen their buns off on metal bleachers at hockey, baseball or soccer games any night of the week instead of watching from their cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see me?" they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and meant it.

This is for all the mothers who have yelled at their kids in the grocery store and swatted them in despair when they stomped their feet like a tired 2-year old does, who wants ice cream before dinner, and then hated them- selves for "losing" it.

This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the mothers who wanted to but just couldn't.

For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year. And then read it again. "Just one more time."

This is for a ll the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.

This is for all the mothers who taught their sons to cook and sew and their daughters to be brave and strong (and sink a jump shot.)

This is for all mothers whose heads turn automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home.

This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches, assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up right away. And they do.

This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, and who can't find the words to reach them.

For all the mothers who bite their lips sometimes until they bleed when their 14 year olds dye their hair green.

What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?

Or is it the heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?

Or the terror in your heart at 1 AM when your teenager with the new driver's license is an hour late getting home.

The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby? Or to feel the dull ache as you look in on your sleeping daughter or son the night before they leave for a college in another city.

The need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?

For all the mothers of the victims of all the school shootings, and the mothers of those who did the shooting. For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.

This is for mothers who have tearfully placed flowers and teddy bears on their children's graves. Whose children have died from illness, accidents and the worst of all and hardest to comprehend, suicides.

This is for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation.  And mature mothers who have learned and are still learning, to let go. For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers. Single mothers and married mothers. Grandmothers whose wisdom and love remains a constant for their grown children and their children's children. For Mothers with money, and Mothers without.

This is for you all. So hang in there.

MaMaZuE