Assalamualaikum,
Ramai yang ajak pergi 'Hatiku Milik Siapa', program by third batch which will be held this Saturday, 31st di mana ketika saat saat diri hendak bertarung dengan exam. InsyaAllah, ada rezeki, pergilah. Kalau tak, taklah.
Ramai yang berbicara pasal cinta semenjak dua menjak ni.
Kenapa ye?
Musim kahwin ke ni?
Ke sindrom dah tua?
Because..Love. Such a powerful thing, which can turn your world upside down and makes you do stupid things. It is the reason for that sheepish smile when no one is watching, for that giddy feeling only understood by one i love.
And also you will be having one of those moments when you're having butterflies in your stomach for no reason. It’s not that anything exciting happened, or any good news were received.
It’s just one of those few minutes when you just feel a jolt of happiness.
Stumbled upon this essay, written by a winner of free Twins of Faith's ticket on Toots's blog, beautiful. An absurd, twisted idea of beauty..
Best! very honest I believe. Bacalah tak rugi :)
and I pray that we will all find our other half who will complete another half of our deen (way of life, religion and faith) and makes us better person inside and out, insyaAllah
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Hijra to me means to improve one’s self continuously. It does not have to be something significant, a small step in the right direction can be the start of an important journey; as long as you keep making the small steps over and over again. Stealing a quote from one of my favourite movie, Any Given Sunday: “Don’t underestimate the inches you gain in life. At the end of the day, those inches can add up to a mile. Those inches can be the difference between winning and losing, living or dying”.
My Hijra’ will most probably be out of place when compared to how others describe theirs. My Hijra’ happened a few years ago. It happened when I met a girl, the girl.
At first glance, it is easy to dismiss her as an incomplete Muslimah. She belonged to the free hair group. She did not camp at the Musolla after Maghrib prayers, choosing instead to spend time in the college’s cafeteria, chatting with her many friends, both guys and girls. She had a flirtatious look in her eyes that no red blooded guy can ever resist. She came from a wealthy family, one that rubs shoulders with the most influential people.
Yes, it was easy to label her as an incomplete Muslimah.
Yes, it was easy to label her as bad news to a goody two shoes Mummy’s boy such as myself.
Yet, meeting her and knowing her was my Hijra’.
For beyond what others see of her, lies the true definition of a Muslimah. She is kind, going beyond what is required to help those in need. She is a true friend, honest and loyal until the end. She judges no one, built long lasting and true friendships with people from all walks of life, from children of tycoons to a girl from a village whose family own nothing but the shirts on their backs. She honours her parents, cares for her siblings and respected her elders. She observes the Rukun Islam wholeheartedly. She lives her daily life according to the teachings of Islam without making a big deal out of it, never one to do something just to make people think highly of her.
And when I knew her, I saw kindness and softness I never knew existed. Admittedly, it was her long flowing hair, her smile and laugh that got my attention (I was a teenage boy, what do you expect!). But it was what I saw of her on the inside that made me fall in love, as cliché as that sounds. I can pretend and say it was a “dating according to Islam” relationship but we were kids at the time and we were in love. It was an emotional relationship, filled with mushy “I love you” messages, tantrums, pouting/jealousy (not always from her!) but above all, total respect and devotion for each other.
And where are we now? Alhamdulillah, happy to say that we are now married, more than two years and I love this girl more today that I ever did. I respect her, cherish her and would do all in my power to make her happy.
Now, you may ask, what does all this have to do with my Hijra’? Well, as I said, to me Hijra’s is to improve one’s self.
And she is my Hijra’. From the first day I met her, I strive to be better.
To be a better partner. To be a better son. To be a better friend. To be a better student. To be a better brother. To be a better husband. To be a better father. To be a better Muslim. Why?
Because she deserves to be with the best partner.
Because her parents deserve the best son (well, son-in law).
Because she deserves to have the best kind of people as her friends.
Because she deserves to be with someone who works hard and achieves things that makes her proud.
Because she deserves to be with the best husband.
Because her children deserve the best father.
Because she is a true Muslimah and she deserves the best Muslim by her side.
That is why, this girl is my Hijra’. From the first day I met her, until today and insya Alah everyday for the rest of my life, I am improving myself to be a better person. Small steps, things that nobody but me would notice. Inches by inches.
And Alhamdulillah, a mile down the road, my Hijra’ is still going strong. With her as my companion, I will walk a million more inches.
After all, an inch could be the difference between winning and losing, between living and dying. Between jannah and jahannam.
Or, between free tickets and paying for myself! ;)
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Dan siapa sangka seseorang boleh mengubah cara pandangan/pemikiran seseorang.
Secara jujurnya, kadang2 kalau saya rasa malas nak berpersatuan/study/usrah, saya try ukur diri saya dengan dia.
Macam "Eh eh, mesti dia aktif bpersatuan kan, xboleh jadi, aku mesti jugak"
Heppp heppp bukan boyfriend ke ape, hormat / suka dari jauh je.
Haaaa macam tu lah. Tak taulah elok ke tak cara ni, tapi sedikit sebanyak dapat menaikkan semangat gitu.
Teringat pulak ucapan Zack bagi masa birthday hari tu,
"Be solehah first, insyaAllah your zauj will be soleh too..ameen"
Sweet nyaaaaa, tak rasa macam tu ke?
Ntah lah, ape ape je lah.
Bye, nak study,
Rasanya mesti dia tengah study jugak kan,
senyap je. kahkahkah dahdiamlaheka oi
.Nota : Orang exam Sabtu ni, tolong doa kan yer.