If ever things begin to look a little coudy...they'll get better soon..just remember that it's true; it takes rain to make rainbows;lemons to make lemonade, and sometimes it takes difficulties to make us stronger and better person...the sun will shine again soo...you'll see.....
Before the nite ends.....this poem is for everyone to read...
try to get its meaning out of it....
nite in peace...and wake up in harmony.......
"The silence speaks to me again
Encouraging me, discoursing me
Shall I, shall I not
Will I, will I not
Is this in inspite of?
On because of the silence?
Did you say something?
I did not hear you
Did I say something?
I think I did
But I do not hear myself even
For I speak into a silence
What did I mean to say?
What did you want to hear?
Shall I say what you want to hear?
Or is it that when I say what I say
You will hear what you want to hear?
Is all this noise the silence and is the silence that
which is really there?
Is it silent because we dont hear?
Inspite of each of us talking?
Can you live with the silence?
When there is nothing but silence within
When you are all alone in the grave?
This poem is about communication, or the lack of
it.
It is about listening or the lack of listening.
It is about feeling alone.
It is about being able to listen to the voice of
guidance from within ourselves.
It is about getting ready for the final silence"
Ahad ini adalah Ahad yang agak sunyi dan tenang....semua anak-anak ke sekolah...suami dengan urusan nya...so, tinggal lah diriku dengan bibik di rumah....masa untuk menulis dan memikirkan apa artikel yang perlu ku cari untuk membimbing diri dan untuk dikongsi bersama....Malam tadi tidur agak lewat kerana melayani anak-anak yang terlalu banyak dengan kerja-kerja sekolah lalu tertidur di bilik mereka.
Pagi ini, setelah menunaikan fardhu Subuh, aku rasa agak keletihan dan terus ke alam mimpi semula dan bangun2, dah pun jam 10.00 pagi....aduiii..begitu lewat sekali hari ini...tetapi ini bukan selalu hanya kadang-kadang pada hari minggu atau hari cuti sahaja....
Apa rancangan ku pada hari ini? Nak pergi pasar, rasanya dah agak terlalu lewat...lauk basah mungkin ada stok lagi...so, nak masak apa hari ini....itu masalah jugak ni...memang masalah besar bile tibanya hari minggu kerana aku hanya akan memasak pada hari minggu sahaja kerana tidak berkesempatan masa di hari-hari biasa...setiap hari bekerja, aku akan sampai rumah paling awal pun pukul 6.00 petang dan selalunya jam 6.30 petang atau mungkin jam 7.lebih sekiranya perbicaraan kes-kes berlarutan.
Pada hari-hari biasa, bibik ku ,Umi, akan menyediakan semua makanan untuk pagi, tengahari, petang dan malam. Hanya pada hari minggu atau pada hari cuti, aku akan ke dapur untuk memasak masakan kegemaran anak-anak ku dan suami ku....Aku agak beruntung kerana mempunyai bibik yang setia duduk bersama ku selama 9 tahun untuk membantu aku dengan kerja-kerja rumah selama ini...Tetapi rasanya, mungkin tidak lama lagi dia juga akan mengundur diri....tidak mungkin untuk selama-lamanya dengan aku.....
Setakat ini, Alhamdulillah, semua berjalan dengan lancar tanpa apa-apa masalah....
Berbalik kepada persoalan nak masak apa hari ni???? Pening sungguh?? Rasanya hari ini, nak masak sup ayam, sambal telur dan sayur sawi goreng ....cukup la kot....Nasib baik jugak semua anak-anak tidak begitu cerewet dengan makanan yang disediakan. ..
Well, mungkin nak cuci kereta pulak lah..kereta macam keluar dari estet dah ni..sbb everyday dok travelling and lalu kat jalan Gebeng tuh ...aduhhhh...habuk tanah merah yang mengotorkan kereta ku...and I am not a person who likes to send my car to the carwash station...I would rather wash it myself...sounds macam rajin jer ek...
Then, mungkin nak kemas bilik study budak-budak ni yang agak bertaburan dan tidak teratur....too many books....too many papers....too many what-nots.....but tak tahu kat mana nak mula....ok lah nanti, i'll think about it....OOOhhh..ada jugak novel2 John Grisham yang masih belum berbaca lagi...maybe i'll start reading my novels again....banyak sangat plan...last2 lepas Zohor, tidok.....lagi lah best...he he he....
Well, everyone, enjoy your sunday and have a nice time with your family and friends!!!!!
A very good morning to all.....I would like to thank everyone who had spared their time reading this story. You'll get the moral out of it....well, if you had read it before, there will be no harm of reading it again as sometimes we used to forget......
There lived an old lady in the woods by the lakeside in a small but homely cottage. Her husband passed away many years earlier and she stood alone bringing her only child, a son, up in this humble surroundings.
They did not have much but what they possessed was enough for the two of them. The little baby grew into a toddler and very soon reached adolescent age. They spend many happy hours together, mother and son in the woods, living off the land without a lot of want in life.
Then the fateful day had to come when the young boy wanted to see the outside world. And this dream was further given a boost when the postman arrived one day from the nearby hamlet to deliver a letter from his maternal aunty for him to go visit her in that town.
The lady, now grey and stooped from all the years of toil and hardship, resisted giving him permission to go. But he pestered her relentlessly until she gave in, and he packed a humble set of belongings and wandered off towards the direction of the town, bidding his mother farewell.
She wanted to say something to him but never got a chance as he excitedly shot off after a brief farewell to her.
She stood by her door, a little dejected like a mother bird releasing her newborn to the wilds when it started to fly,. But then she held high hopes that he would return home after the stay with his aunt and she would get the chance to say it to him.
Two days went by but he did not return.
Then three days.
Then four days.
Then at the end of the fifth day, he called her to let her know that the aunt had found him a job as a grocer delivery boy and he would be staying there, and before she could say anything, he hung up.
Weeks turned to months.
The boy quickly matured into a healthy young man.
At the end of six months, he called his mother again to tell her that he would be moving to another town, even further away form the woods, to work in the foundry as the pay was more there. As before, before she could say anything, he had already hung up.
She waited patiently to speak to him again.
Then months turned to years.
And one day she received a call from her son, and it had been exactly two years away from home. He had called to tell her that he had found himself a nice homely girl and got engaged. And before she could say anything, he hung up.
The seasons came and go. She grew even older.
Then one unlucky day when she did not wear enough whilst out in the woods collecting edible mushrooms, the cold wind came from the north and took her health away.
She suffered from cold and got a fever. Very soon without medication and attention, and also too weak to tend to her illness, pneumonia set into her lungs. And her condition got from bad to worse until she was gasping for her breath within her humble cottage in the woods all alone.
Within her failing mind, she still remembered that she needed to tell her son one thing and without doing this, she was adamant not to pass away yet.
Two days later, a car pulled up in front of the cottage. Thinking that it was the postman again bearing a letter from her son, she weakly muttered to him to come in as the door was not locked, never been locked.
Then as the door opened, she saw the handsome silhoutte, now a matured man, of her son!
The sudden joy brought tears to her eyes and she forced herself the final attempt to get up from her bed in her trembling, weakened condition. With tears streaming down her cheeks, she smiled weakly at him as he walked towards her, with a happy smile and open arms. Behind him was, she gathered, the girl he spoke of whom he had married and who had given him a lovely baby daughter.
When he saw his mother, he cried out as he was stricken with sorrow to see her in that condition. He embraced her and held her in his strong arms, but it was his mother who said the first words.
"It is alright, my dear son. It is alright! I have you in my arms now. And I am very happy"
He cried as he quietly held her tight against him.
She continued, "It is ok, my dear, you are back again."
He managed to speak in a trembling voice, "Mama, why didn't you let me know? We could have come back to care for you."
She smiled, more tears rolling from her eyes, now twinkling with joy and comfort.
"It is okay, you are back in mama's arms now. And you are such a big boy now."
She saw his wife crying quietly behind him, pitying her plight and helpless as to what to do or say.
She turned to her and said, "It is quite alright, dear. All the mamas in the world loved their children no matter who they are, what they turn out to be or where they may be."
Then the old lady turned back to her son, still in a warm embrace with him, and softly spoke into his ear, "Mama loves you, dear."
He said, "Mama, I know that & I know that."
"Yes, dear, but Mama never had a chance to say that ever since you left me. And I had been waiting all these while to say that to you... that I will always love you."
"Each time time you call Mama, Mama wanted to say I love you to you but you always hang up before I had a chance to say that. But it is alright, I get to say that to you today."
"And Mama loves you, my dear."
Then she grew limp and passed away, eyes dried and smile lingering on her lips.
**** "The message of the story is one must never take the love or the care of someone you love for granted before it is too late or it is lost from you. Appreciate those who care for you and love you, as well as friends who think of you and shows concern for you.What you have today : care, concern, love, friendship, understanding, trust & all the good and nice feelings, in your life today may not be there tomorrow."
This is an interesting article whereby we can see that there are things so easy to be done and there are also thingstoo diffcult to for us to understand in this life.......
Nevertheless, these are facts of our daily life....
Therefore, live and enjoy every moment.......
Easy is to get a place in someone's address book.
Difficult is to get a place in someone's heart.
Easy is to judge the mistakes of others
Difficult is to recognize our own mistakes
Easy is to talk without thinking
Difficult is to refrain the tongue
Easy is to hurt someone who loves us
Difficult is to heal the wound Easy is to forgive others
Difficult is to ask for forgiveness
Easy is to set rules
Difficult is to follow themEasy is to dream every night
Difficult is to fight for a dream
Easy is to admire a full moon
Difficult to see the other sideEasy is to stumble with a stone
Difficult is to get up
Easy is to enjoy life every day
Difficult to give its real valueEasy is to pray every night
Difficult is to find God in small things
Easy is to promise something to someone
Difficult is to fulfill that promiseEasy is to say we love
Difficult is to show it every day
Easy is to criticize others
Difficult is to improve oneself
Easy is to make mistakes
Difficult is to learn from them
Easy is to think about improving
Difficult is to stop thinking and put it into action
Easy is to think bad of othersDifficult is to give them the benefit of the doubt
Easy is to receive
Difficult is to give
Easy to read
Difficult to follow
Easy is to keep friendship with words
Difficult is to keep it with meaning
The language of friendship is not words, but in the demonstration.
The world is like a mirror, you see ? Smile, and your friends smile back.
**Sambil baca artikel, sambil dengar lagu ni, best wooo...Maher Zain "Open Your Eyes"
Post kali ini mungkin agak berlainan dari biasa sedikit. Tapi ia benar-benar menarik minat saya untuk mengetengahkan kisah ini kepada anda semua. Kemungkinan ada sebahagian dari kita yang telah membaca artikel ini...Tidak salah sekiranya membacanya lagi....Sesungguhnya manusia itu sering lupa. Dan pada waktu yang sama juga kita juga dituntut untuk megejar kebahagiaan dunia apatahlagi persediaan untuk bekalan ke akhirat. Daku sering lalai maka acapkali daku lalai maka kejutkanlah daku..sedarkanlah daku segera agar dapat kukembali kepada dunia yang nyata ini dan sekaligus mengukir bait-bait doa buat yang telah pergi.
Apalagi yang harusku layarkan agar mereka gembira tika itu?? maka sudah tentunya doa seorang insan yang kerdil ku hadihkan buat mereka pada setiap malam Jumaat..Mungkin dengan cara begini hatinya akan berasa tidak sabar menanti hari yang penuh kebahagiaan ini.
Pada suatu malam bertepatan malam Jumaat Salih Al Mazi pergi ke masjid jamik untuk mengerjakan solat subuh. Kebiasaannya ia berangkat awal sebelum masuk waktu subuh dan melalui sebuah pekuburan. Di situ Salih duduk sekejap sambil membaca apa-apa yang boleh mendatangkan pahala bagi ahli kubur memandangkan waktu subuh masih lama lagi. Tiba-tiba dia tertidur dan bermimpi melihat ahli-ahli kubur keluar beramai-ramai dari kubur masing-masing.
Mereka duduk dalam kumpulan-kumpulan sambil berbual-bual sesama mereka. Al Mazy ternampak seorang pemuda ahli kubur memakai baju kotor serta tidak berkumpul dengan ahli-ahli kubur yang lain. Dia duduk seorang diri di tepi kuburnya dengan wajah murung, gelisah kerana sedih.
Tidak berapa lama kemudian datang malaikat membawa beberapa talam yang ditutup dengan saputangan. Seolah-olah seperti cahaya yang gemerlapan.
Malaikat mendatangi para ahli kubur dengan membawa talam-talam itu, tiap seorang mengambil satu talam dan dibawanya masuk ke dalam kuburnya.
Semua ahli kubur mendapat satu talam seorang sehingga tinggallah si pemuda yang kelihatan sedih itu seorang diri tidak mendapat apa-apa.
Dengan perasaan yang sedih dan duka dia bangun dan masuk semula ke dalam kuburnya.
Tapi sebelum dia masuk Al Mazy yang bermimpi segera menahannya untuk bertanyakan keadaannya.
“Wahai hamba Allah ! Aku lihat engkau terlalu sedih mengapa?” tanya Salih Al Mazy. “Wahai Salih, adakah engkau lihat talam-talam yang dibawa masuk oleh malaikat sebentar tadi?” tanya pemuda itu. “Ya aku melihatnya. Tapi apa benda di dalam talam-talam itu ?” tanya Al Mazy lagi. Si pemuda menerangkan bahwa talam-talam itu berisi hadiah orang-orang yang masih hidup untuk orang-orang yang sudah mati yang terdiri dari pahala sedekah, bacaan ayat-ayat suci Al Quran dan doa. Hadiah-hadiah itu selalunya datang setiap malam Jumaat atau pada hari Jumaat. Si pemuda kemudian menerangkan tentang dirinya dengan panjang lebar.
Katanya dia ada seorang ibu yang masih hidup di alam dunia bahkan telah berkahwin dengan suami baru. Akibatnya dia lupa untuk bersedsekah untuk anaknya yang sudah meninggal dunia sehingga tidak ada lagi orang yang mengingati si pemuda. Maka sedihlah si pemuda setiap malam dan hari jumaat apabila melihat orang-orang lain menerima hadiah sedangkan dia seorang tidak menerimanya.
Al-Mazy sangat kasihan mendengarkan cerita si pemuda. lalu ia bertanya nama dan alamat ibunya ia dapat menyampaikan keadaan anaknya. Si pemuda menerangkan sifat2 ibunya. Kemudian Al Maizy terjaga. Pada sebelah paginya Al Maizy terus pergi mencari alamat ibu pemuda tersebut. Setelah mencari kesana kemari beliaupun berjumpa ibu sip pemuda tersebut lantas menceritakan perihal mimpinya.
Ibunya menangis mendengar keterangan Al maizy mengenai nasib anaknya yang merana di alam barzah. Kemudian ia berkata :”wahai salih ! Memang betul dia adalah anakku. Dialah belahan hatiku, dia keluar dari dalam perutku.
Dia membesar dengan minum susu dari dadaku dan ribaanku inilah tempat dia berbaring dan tidur ketika kecilnya.” Al Maizy turut sedih melihat keadaan ibu yang meratap dan menangis penuh penyesalan kerna tidak ingat untuk mendoakan anaknya selama ini.
“Kalau begitu saya mohon minta diri dahulu.” kata Al maizy lalu bangun meninggalkan wanita tersebut. Tatkala dia cuba untuk melangkah si ibu menahannya agar jangan pulang dahulu. Dia masuk kedalam biliknya lalu keluar dengan membawa wang sebanyak seribu dirham. “Wahai Salih, ambil wang ini dan sedekahkanlah untuk anakku, cahaya mataku. Insya Allah aku tidak akan melupakannya untuk berdoa dan bersedekah untukya selama aku masih hidup".
Salih Al Maizy mengambil wang itu disedekahkannya kepada fakir miskin sehingga tidak sesenpun dari seribu dirham itu yang tinggal. Dilakukannya semua itu sebagai memenuhi amanah yang diberi kepadanya oleh ibu pemuda tersebut.
Pada suatu malam Jumaat di belakang selepas itu, Al Maizy berangkat ke masjid jamik untuk solat jamaah. Dalam perjalanan sebagaimana biasa ia singgah di perkuburan. Di situlah ia terlena sekejap dan bermimpi melihat ahli-ahli kubur keluar dari kubur masing2. Si pemuda yang dulnya kelihatan sedih seorang diri kini keluar bersama-sama dengan memakai pakaian putih yang cantik serta mukanya kelihatan sangat gumbira. Pemuda tersebut mendekati Salih Al Maizy seraya berkata ,
“Wahai tuan Salih, aku ucapkan terima kasih kepadamu. Semoga Allah membalas kebaikanmu itu."
” “Hadiah dari ibuku telah ku terima pada hari jumaat.” katanya lagi. “Eh, Engkau boleh mengetahui hari Jumaat ?” tanya Al Maizy.
“Ya, Tahu.” “Apa tandanya ?” “Jika burung-burung di udara berkicau dan berkata “Selamat selamat pada hari yang baik ini, yakni hari Jumaat.”
Salih Al Maizy terjaga dari tidurnya. Ia cuba mengingati mimpinya dan merasa gembira kerana sipemuda telah mendapat rahmat dari Allah disebabkan sedekah dan doa dari ibunya.
Jadi, renung-renungkan lah.....
Malam Jumaat adalah malam segala-gala malam....sedekahlah surah Yassin kepada arwah-arwah yang tersayang yang telah meninggalkan kita semua di pentas alam yang sementara ini....Adalah dalam kerugian kepada muslimin dan muslimat yang tidak tahu membaca ayat-ayat Quran terutama surah Yassin....sekurang-kurangnya kita yang hidup ini dapat membantu mereka-mereka yang telah tiada di sisi kita sekarang ini...
