Feel the Splendor.....

Hi friends......i just thought of sharing something light and easy before tonite ends...before i start to dream...before i start with a new day tomorrow....hopefulli, we'll be again here tomorrow with Allah's will....insyaAllah.....

 

 

 

There is plenty of time, for there is now and you have it all available to you. There is nothing to regret, for the past is now finished.

 

Any anxiety you feel is only speculation about what has never happened yet. Let go of what is not even real, and give your grateful attention to the opportunity that is now.

 

Elevate your wishes and plans about someday into action you take on this day. Your dreams come to life the moment you begin to move toward them.

 

Fill this moment with effort and purpose, with wonder, kindness, joy and love. You are precisely as rich as you imagine and allow yourself to be, so choose to be extraordinarily rich at all times.

 

Keep yourself grounded in what's truly important. Then you'll have the courage to move gracefully beyond what's familiar and create new value.

 

Right now is when you're gloriously alive, aware and able to feel the incomparable splendor that is life. Remind yourself of all you have, and you'll transform it into even more.

"may tomorow comes in harmony" 

Silence

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"

Bisikan Dunia

Tika muazzin melaungkan azan,

Remaja muslim masih berkeliaran,,

Bagaikan laungan kosong tidak bermakna,

Tidak diendahkan pendengar

Solat dikira amalan orang tua,

Dosa dan pahala bukan persoalan,

Betapa ego dan tulinya mereka,

 

Walaupun mengetahui kewajipannya

Tika muazzin melaungkan azan,

Pasangan belia muslim berarakan,

Melintasi sebuah rumah ALLAH,

Menyertai pesta di panggung dan lebuh raya,

Bagaikan ianya adat yang utama,

Mati tak pernah menggerunkan mereka,

Takwa itu sesuatu yang memalukan,

Betapa butanya mereka

Tika muazzin melaungkan azan,

Muslimin-muslimah berpusu-pusu,

Ke pasar malam dan pasaraya,

Menyahut tawaran istimewa,

Bagai itulah waktu afdal berbelanja,

Akhirat begitu jauh di hati mereka,

Iman kian tipis dan pudar,

Betapa alpanya mereka

Semakin canggih penunjuk waktu,

Semakin lantang pembesar suara,

Semakin tersergam rumah-rumah ALLAH,

 

Namun…telah dibutakan,ditulikan oleh

“Bisikan Dunia”.

Kelalaian ini lah yang telah membuat semua golongan manusia lupa

akan tanggungjawab mereka di dunia....

manusia lupa untuk memberi kesyukuran dengan

apa yang telah dikurniakan kepada mereka....

kekayaan, kepandaian dan kecantikan telah menutup pintu hati segolongan manusia ini....

Wallahualam.....



Pagi Ahad yang penuh kesunyian.....

Assalamualaikum.....

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!!!!!

Live a Life That Matters....simply beautiful one......

SIMPLY BEAUTIFUL

SIMPLY MEANINGFUL

Live a life that matters

Ready or not, someday it will all come to an end.

There will be no more sunrises, no minutes, hours or days.

All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten, will pass to someone else.

Your wealth, fame and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance.

It will not matter what you owned or what you were owed.

Your grudges, resentments, frustrations, and jealousies will finally disappear.

So, too, your hopes, ambitions, plans, and to-do lists will expire.

The wins and losses that once seemed so important will fade away.

It won't matter where you come from, or on what side of the tracks you lived, at the end.

It won't matter whether you were beautiful or brilliant.

Even your gender and skin colour will be irrelevant.

So what will matter? How will the value of your days be measured?

What will matter is not what you bought, but what you built;

Not what you got but what you gave.

What will matter is not your success, but your significance.

What will matter is not what you learned, but what you taught.

What will matter is every act of integrity, compassion, courage or sacrifice that enriched,

empowered or encouraged others to emulate your example.

What will matter is not your competence, but your character.

What will matter is not how many people you knew, but how many will feel a lasting loss when you're gone.

What will matter are not your memories, but the memories that live in those who loved you.

What will matter is how long you will be remembered, by whom and for what.

Living a life that matters doesn't happen by accident.

It's not a matter of circumstances but of choice.

*Choose to live a life that matters!*

Live simply

Love generously

Care deeply

Speak kindly

Leave the rest to God.......

The Story of waiting.....it is indeed a very touching one..please read.....

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."

"Have a fantastic weekend"

Easy and Difficult

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.