malang memang tidak berbau ek...

Assalamualaikum...to all..

Malang memang tidak berbau..sbb if berbau, tak jadi lah malang tu...this was what happened to us last nite..on the way to meet angah in Kuantan for dinner...our car was hit by a black cow....it was  dark around cherating area...memang totally dark coz there were no cars ahead of us at that time and luckilly too, there were no cars behind us....if not more damage could have happened...

There is always the "nasib baik" that helped us....nasib baik tak macam ni or nasib baik x macam tu...whatever...anyway..everything happened, happens for a reason which we might not know...so, redha jerlah....& bersabo jer lah...well, it was quite a tragedy...teruk gak lah situasi kereta aku....side mirror pecah & tercabut, head lamp pecah, front bonet and the left side of the car was dented...aduiiii...duit lagi...baru jer lepas renew roadtax....sighhhhh....

Nawaitu malam tu memang nak makan bersama dengan semua anak2..so I have to drive back to Kemaman to take another car to drive to Kuantan....while my hubby and 2 of my sons helped to look for the stupid cow...that was the best part of it...kelako gilerzzzzz.....they found the cow  bleeding on the head...but there was no tag on him..so how to look for the owner!!

Alhamdulillah, our dinner was great...although makan kat gerai2 jer tp the togetherness was the best... that's what they wanted..to meet all of them in a bunch...each and everyone has their stories to be shared and from there came the laughter and gigglings!!!

Eventhough, the time was short and brief as Angah is leaving KL 2moro for his theatre programme sponsored by UITM, but all of us still enjoyed our time spent...It's true that being together means being able to share a lot of experiences together....even with the kids...

After this, along is going back to his uni, then nas will be back to Muar and then left achik who is facing his SPM, angah is coming back home after his matriculation & adik starts schooling as usual......well, maybe in May or June, we'll try to make a point to get together again...We'll definitely look for that special time as our time won't be long with them..

Time flew by so fast....for now...we really love to spend our times together and it will just be a waste if we don't do it now....for later, we might not have this golden chance to be with them....either we are gone or they have their own life to spend with their own family in the future...so, better make use of this precious time with them..We cannot expect anything more from them later on...

Family togetherness is a trend that never ever dies....hoping that all of my sons would always keep this in mind...being together is our family motto...we simply love being together, playing, watching movies, laughing and crying together...in good times and bad times...being together doesn't mean we need to go far away from home...at home with a bunch of us is just good enough..."home sweet home"

Life is short so make full use of it...don't waste the life that we had built together...don't ruin the life that we constructed together...rain or shine, let us be in one complete shelter...always remember that every beginning has to end some where on one fine day....so treasure every moment that we have with all of them....As you get older, you better value time more than money, you better value love more than hatred, you better value togetherness more than separation...as your clock is running out , so make the REST of your life, the BEST of your life....that is what i used to say to myself , to my dear beloved hubby and to all my beloved sons....

They are my bodyguards day and nite, they are my spirit, heart and soul, they are my heroes in my lifetime, they are forever my friends, my lovers & my companion in good and bad times....

 MaMaZuE

It's your life....

Life is like a song,
So sing it loud and clear
As we move along
What's important, we keep near

Each turn we take is another chance
And opens up another door
It's up to us if we get up and dance
Or choose to sit on the floor

As we grow older
We start to see
The world is on our shoulder
And reality is telling us
we are not who we want to be

Each day becomes an effort
And we begin sleeping through our lives
There is so much pain and hurt
Everyone stabbing each other with knives

All others become a bad influence
Your life is now at stake
The key to true repentance
Is what we choose to take

You see, life is what we make it
Nothing more and nothing less
Trust is strong but once you break it
Everything becomes a mess

But what good does it do for us to cry
What good does it do to whine
Everybody lives and everybody has to die
We all go through pain and have a set amount of time

All that we can do, is look to the future with hope
That someday things will all make sense
As time goes on, we will find ways to cope
And the pain will no longer seem so intense

We'll put on a smile, sing life's song with love
Hang around for a while
And seek God's grace from up above

Do your best to make sense
Of everything you're given
If nothing works out
Hold your head up high, keep living

There will be times when pain is all we feel
The clouds are all we can see
It will seem to be too much for us to deal
But in the end, God will set us free

Open up your mind
And just live for today
Each of us, our paths will wind
As we search and find our way

Near the end of our life
As we walk through our last days
We'll look back at the things
That helped light our way

We'll see all the mistakes we made
And the people who were there
The things that may have caused our smiles to fade
And the smell of the cool, fresh air

You'll think about the people you'll never know by name
And all of the joy you felt
When someone kept you from going insane
And helped you to live with the hand you've been dealt

You'll remember the sun that always came out
After the passing of the rain
It wouldn't allow you to doubt
That the joy was worth the pain

This is specially for you to relax and take your stress out...

MaMaZuE

Appreciation.....

This is a powerful message for our modern society. We seem to have lost our bearing and our sense of direction.

One young academically excellent person went to apply for a managerial position in a big company. He passed the first interview; the director did the last interview. The director discovered from the CV that the youth's academic achievements were excellent all the way, from the secondary school until the postgraduate research, never had a year when he did not score.

The director asked, "Did you obtain any scholarships in school?"

The youth answered, "None."

The director asked, "Was it your father who paid for your school fees?"

The youth answered, "My father passed away when I was one year old, it was my mother who paid for my school fees."

The director asked, "Where did your mother work?"

The youth answered, "My mother worked as laundry woman."

The director requested the youth to show his hands. The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect.

The director asked, "Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes before?"

The youth answered, "Never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more books. Furthermore, my mother can wash clothes faster than me."

The director said, "I have a request. When you go back today, go and clean your mother's hands, and then see me tomorrow morning."

The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high. When he went back, he happily requested his mother to let him clean her hands. His mother felt strange. Happy but with mixed feelings, she showed her hands to the young man.

The youth cleaned his mother's hands slowly. His tear fell as he did that. It was the first time he noticed that his mother's hands were so wrinkled, and there were so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises were so painful that his mother shivered when they were cleaned with water.

This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands that washed the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fee. The bruises in the mother's hands were the price that the mother had to pay for his graduation, academic excellence and his future.

After finishing the cleaning of his mother's hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother.

That night, mother and son talked for a very long time.

Next morning, the youth went to the director's office.

The Director noticed the tears in the youth's eyes, asked: "Can you tell me what have you done and learned yesterday in your house?"

The youth answered, "I cleaned my mother's hands and also finished cleaning all the remaining clothes."

The Director asked, "Please tell me your feelings."

The youth said:

1. I know now what appreciation is. Without my mother, there would not have been the successful me today.
2. By working together and helping my mother, only now I realize how difficult and tough it is to get something done.
3. I have come to appreciate the importance and value of family relationships.

The director said, "This is what I am looking for to be my manager. I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the sufferings of others to get things done, and a person who would not put money as his only goal in life. You are hired."

Later on, this young person worked very hard and received the respect of his subordinates. Every employee worked diligently and as a team. The company's performance improved tremendously.

A mother's love.....

MaMaZuE

Perihal pengkebumian jenazah...

Assalamualaikum to all...

Sempena malam jumaat ini, marilah kita hayati artikel inspiratif yang saya dapat dari email seorang teman 

Perihal pengkebumian jenazah....

Pengkebumian jenazah dalam Islam adalah tatacara terakhir
selepas mayat itu dimandikan, dikapankan dan disolahkan. Yang saya nak
utarakan ini pasal musibah kematian pelajar2 kita di luar negara
khususnya di US, ada juga ibubapa pelajar sendiri yang meninggal
di sini tatkala mereka datang untuk meraikan commencement kejayaan anak2 mereka, ditakdirkan Allah mereka meninggal di Amerika.

Dalam Islam, di mana kita meninggal maka di situlah pusara kita. Kita ditegah mengangkut mayat tersebut untuk di bawa ke tempat lain, misalnya ke kampungnya. Banyak antara kita berbuat begitu.
Mayat diterbangkan beribu batu, sebelum diterbangkan, mayat itu
tersimpan berhari2 di rumah mayat (mortuary). Ini menyiksakan mayat.
Jika orang Kelantan yang meninggal di KL dan kemudiannya diangkut
untuk dikebumikan di Kelantan, itu pun sudah tidak tertanggung siksa pada si mayat.

Berbalik cerita di US ini. Kita menyiksa mayat sebenarnya. Kita nak
ambilnya untuk di kebumikan di Malaysia kononnya kasih kita padanya. Sebenarnya kalau kasih kita padanya ialah dengan mengkebumikan dia di tempat dia meninggal ( US lah!)..

Itulah kasih sebenarnya, mayat itu kalau boleh bercakap dia akan
beritahu warisnya supaya jangan bawa dia pulang. Sebab Allah suruh dia
dikuburkan di tempat dia meninggal. Sudahlah semasa hidup banyak
melakukan maksiat, pada saat kematian pun mayat itu dipaksa
melanggar perintah Allah.

Menyeggerakan pengkebumian adalah perintah Allah dan dikuburkan
ditempat kematian juga adalah perintah Allah. Orang Melayu selalunya
bersifat sentimental tidak kena tempat.

Mengapakah mesti kita bawa dia (mayat) pulang, dia bukan milik kita, dia
adalah milik Allah dalam erti yang sebenarnya.. Jika dia milik Allah dan kini dia telah dipanggil oleh Allah, maka semestinyalah kita yang hidup kena faham dan kesihan padanya supaya jangan melanggar perintah Allah. Bila nak bawa balik ke Malaysia , maka azab pada mayat yang belum dikebumikan semakin bertambah2, iaitu, dasar kerajaan US ini bila mayat itu nak diterbangkan, katakanlah dari Nebraska ke Los Angeles , maka mayat itu akan disedut segala cecair dalamannya.

Peraturan penerbangan Amerika (dia kafir mana dia tahu!) ialah sebelum
mayat itu dibawa menaiki pesawat, maka segala cecair dalam tubuh mayat termasuk otaknya akan disedut supaya memastikan mayat itu betul2 kering (kononnya on medical ground).

Lepas itu dikeluarkan sijil kelulusan untuk naik pesawat. Tidakkah ini
suatu siksa pada mayat orang yang kita kasihi. Cecair dalam tubuhnya itu adalah sebahagian dari anggotanya yang menangis2 mahu dikebumikan bersama jasad, tetapi telah disedut dan jasad pula dikimiakan. Alangkah malangnya. Ini semua kerana gara2 dan kehendak waris2 yang mahu mayat itu di bawa pulang. Adakah kita anggap mayat itu barang angkutan?

Kalau ini disebabkan kita maka kita akan ditanya nanti. Perkara ini perlu
difahami dengan sungguh2 kerana Allah Taala, kerana jika simayat itu dikebumikan di US, bukan sahaja belanja penerbangan beribu kita selamat, malah yang lebih penting mayat itu akan segera dikebumikan di US dan dia tidak perlu disedut apa2.

Kalau melanggar ketetapan Allah, maka beginilah jadinya dan akibatnya. Ada waris2 yang berkata,"Kalau arwah meninggal di Mekah, tidak mengapalah dia ditanam di Mekah, tetapi ini di Amerika..?!". Kita kena faham, kemuliaan mayat atau kubur itu tidak tergantung di mana kubur itu terletak. Kemuliaan dan keselamatan mayat di alam kubur adalah tergantung kepada taqwa dia kepada Allah semasa hayatnya. Kubur di Mekah sekalipun kalau hidup menentang Allah, maka itu bukan boleh dijadikan pelindung. Kalau nak syarah lebih2 perkara2 seperti ini kepada
ahli2 waris disaat2 mereka sugul dan sedih itu terasa serba salah juga, maka di saat beginilah mungkin boleh kita utarakan. Orang kita kalau pasal nak mati di Mekah, bukan main berazam lagi.. Memang tidak salah, tetapi kita kena ingat walau mati di mana sekalipun, kubur yang akan menjadi salah satu dari Taman2 Syurga atau salah satu dari lubang2 neraka, adalah bergantung, insya'Allah, kepada sejauh mana kita hidup mengikut hukum2 dan perintah Allah. Orang islam yang faham, dia sanggup mati dan ditanamkan di mana2 sahaja sebab bumi ini semuanya hak mutlak Allah Taala dan di mana2 sahaja dia boleh beristirehat setelah dia hidup sebagai seorang hamba yang soleh/solehah yang bertaqwa, insya'Allah. Marilah kita sama2 ambil iktibar.

Hal ini sama lah dengan apa yang telah berlaku pada arwah ibu dan bapa ku yang telah bertahun-tahun duduk di Muar Johor tetapi akhirnya kedua-dua jenazah mereka dikuburkan di Kemaman, Terengganu….
Kita hanya dapat merancang hanya Allah sahaja yang dapat menentukannya..

wallahua'lam...

Dunia dan akhirat itu umpama

Rumput dan padi

Tanam padi,rumput kan tumbuh jua

Tetapi tanam rumput, takkan tertumbuhnya padi,

Begitulah jua dunia dan akhirat,

Kejar akhirat, dunia akan dapat bersama,

Kejar dunia, hanya lah dunia semata-mata….

MaMaZuE 

This is my story...this is my song...please listen to it....

 

I found a new favourite song. Its called 'Its your love' by Tim Mcgraw and Faith Hill. Its by no means new but only newly discovered by me. I must have been hiding under my rock whilst this song became famous.

Here it is....

The words in this song pierce my soul. They are so true. This is THE song. That one that you would play every time you think about that person or that kind of love. If you were to pick a wedding song, this would be it. Songs have a way to make you dance to a tune that your soul never thought you had. The words pierce you and you feel what the song makes you feel. That's a powerful force, a song.

'Oh it's a beautiful thing don't think I can keep it all in
I just gotta let you know what it is that won't let me go'

Those words put teardrops in my throat as I reminisced over the selfless heart who put time into knowing me. The endless days of waiting and wondering if I'd come, the no.of times he must have been too exhausted to come see to me but he did. I don't know how you know when you love someone. I do know that the fruit of that other person's love will always be obvious. It will always cause you to respond in a positive way. And women respond always, to something. Either to a man's uncommital ways or his genuine love for you. Lets not talk about the number of things he's done publicly to show me that he cares. All those people watching and he could care less. He'll spot me across a packed room because he chooses to look for me. Never because he had to. Always, because he wanted to. If truth be told, I keep responding to the way he reaches out to me more than anything else. I hope he never stops doing that or never stops making me feel safe.

 I wrote this piece to remind myself of how blessed I am that he loves so unselfishly.When it comes to our abilities, his is so obviously great that when you will feel slightly overwhelmed at what you can actually do next to him. He literally can do anything, Personally, I've never struggled with that. I've always felt glad to not compete with him in any way. I don't ever need to.

Its never easy to deal with affairs of the heart. I chose a little while ago to keep choosing love. Not because I have to or because I'm immune to having my feelings hurt. I choose to love because there is someone on the other side of this love who's loving me and that love wont let me go.

We all have a song in our hearts. We can choose to give voice to it or not. We can choose to sing to the Blue's permanently or we can dance to the sound of Pop vibrantly or perhaps we can gently whisper a hymn to calm the soul. We decide though when to sing and how. As much as we would like to think that other people control our circumstances, its actually not entirely true. No one can control your heart which dictates how to feel about a particular issue.

This is my story, this is my song. 

MaMaZuE