du'a

du'a is the most powerful weapon for human beings.

du'a is preferably mentioned in arabic. if you can't, then you can use your own language since Allah knows all language.

du'a of the oppressed has no boundaries. it goes straight to Allah. this includes other people from other religions.

du'a is best mentioned during the gap between athan and iqamah; and other few moments.

du'a is best to be general. you don't have to explain the details since Allah knows exactly what you want. for example: it's unnecessary to say O Allah please reward me with heaven, with all of the rivers, with wives and children and bla bla bla. just ask for Jannah itself and it's good enough.

du'a is being answered in three ways. first, Allah gives you what you ask for. second, your sins will be forgiven by Allah, and the third, it's being kept for akhirah (to help you at Mahsyar).

du'a is best when you ask for the highest. there's a story about it. here it goes: there were three young men. they went into a cave and suddenly a rock blocked the door. they suddenly begged for Allah's mercy. the first man said, "O Allah, i collect the milk from the cows everyday and i bring them to my parents first despite of bringing them to my wife and children. and one day, i was late to collect the milk and i brought the milk as usual for my parents but they already felt asleep. my children at home were crying for the milk. but i stood beside my parents without waking them up. if i did that for your sake O Allah, please move the rock a bit!". and the rock moved a bit. then, the second guy mentioned, " O Allah, my cousin is a beautiful woman and she asked me to bring her 1000 dinar if we are to perform fornication. and so i brought her the 1000 dinar but then she said, "ittaqullah" and if i refused to fornicate with her only for your sake, please let us see the sky O Allah!". and the rock moved another 2/3 enough for them to see the sky. and finally, the third guy begged, "O Allah Almighty! i was to pay a man who worked for my farm with a pack of corn seeds but he left before i have the chance to hand him the seeds. then, i planted the seeds, yield the corn, and sold them at the market. with the money, i bought a number of cows and they multiplied all over my farm. and suddenly, the man who worked for me came to get his payment and i told him, "you see all of the cows on my farm? it's all yours." so if i did that only for you O Allah, please remove the rock completely from the door!". and the rock moved completely and they got to walk outside. so from this story, it is important that we ask for the highest to Allah. like the two men earlier, they only asked Allah to moved the rock a bit and to see the sky, but the last man asked to move the rock completely. thats how we should mention our du'a. Allah owns everything and He's the MOST MERCIFUL and GRACIOUS.

du'a is an act of worship. the CREATOR loves His slaves who worships Him at all time.

and it's much better if you beg to Allah when it's night, when everyone's sleeping. privacy is really good. and your tears are really valuable. btw, this song can make you cry if you try to feel it.

now listening~sesungguhnya~raihan

In Allah we have faith

the big black hole.

few days ago, i keep thinking bout something.
i don't know why is that.
my mind just keep thinking bout it.
i can feel that deep in my heart, there is a hole. a big hole. yeah i mean BIG.
the hole keeps getting bigger as i grow older.
i don't know. maybe its simply because as i grow older, i tend to drift along with the worldly natures.
i miss the moment when i was still in school because my heart is full. no hole. if there was, maybe a small one. just like your nostril.
on that time, i was good. really good. shaped well with discipline, and there were something for my soul to feed on.
you see, i went to a boarding school. everything i did was according to the school routine. wake up in the morning. perform the fajr together. have breakfast. go to school. perform the dhuhr together. have lunch. go to prep class. perform the asr together. play soccer or "sepak takraw" or volleyball or basketball. have dinner. perform the maghrib together. go to prep class again. and the day ends with a good night sleep. just as perfect as that.
it seems boring but i don't know. i love it. i love that kind of life. i didn't care about the world outside back then.
but yeah, life comes with challenges. back then, there were no tough challenges. the challenges come right now, when you get older, when you are creating the path of your life.
most people are afraid of the path that they will take in life. it's either they realize it or otherwise. or they will realize it later perhaps, when it's already too late. "it's better late than never"? fuck that.
so about the hole i was talking about. i think the emptiness is caused by the lack of food that my soul could eat.
you can really feel the difference when your stomach is hungry. so does it goes for the soul. unless you never feed your soul. you can never tell the difference in that case.
once my soul was quite healthy but not nowadays. there's nothing much i do for my soul. i need to really have a healthy soul right now. it just doesn't feel right with that hole being inside me.
in retrospect, i was much better than i am.


now listening~going away~meg and dia

In Allah we have faith

nak.

aku rindu malaysia.
nak balik jumpe ibu ayah.
nak chill ngan adik2 sume.
nak jumpe atok nenek.
nak makan homemade food sume.
nak makan durian, rambutan, langsat.
nak lepak2 ngan cousins.
nak main futsal dgn member2.
nak main bola petang2 kat padang.
nak nengok bola kat mamak kol 2 pagi dgn member2.
nak main snooker dengan member2.
nak pegi masjid dengar ceramah.
nak dengar ayam berkokok.
nak dengar bunyik motor kapcai.
nak tido and kene kejut subuh ngan ibu and ayah, but x bangun and tido blk, bile bangun matahari da terpacak.

haih. sungguh indah.


now listening~ bunyi kipas laptop.


In Allah we have faith

False Hope Maybe

Malam tadi, aku sempat berbual dengan seorang rakan yang sudah lama menyepi. Pada mulanya, kami cuma menaip patah-patah huruf di Yahoo Messenger tetapi apabila dia mula menceritakan tentang kenapa dia menyepi akhir-akhir ini, aku terfikir untuk berbual secara langsung kerana itu lebih afdal bagiku. Jadi, aku meminta izin darinya untuk menelefonnya ketika itu. Agak lama aku tunggu untuk die menaip "ok". Aku merasakan bahawa dia sedang menangis. Apabila aku memanggilnya, memang betul sangkaanku. Bunyi esak tangisnya kedengaran seakan-akan cuba ditahan. Aku agak peka sedikit bila melibatkan bunyi-bunyian. Aku menyeru kepadanya supaya berhenti menangis. Dari Alif hingga ke Ya, dia menceritakan tentang kemusnahan hubungan cintanya dengan lelaki itu. Aku tidak larat untuk menceritakan kisah tersebut di sini. Kisah bila mana lelaki cemburu berlebihan dan bermain kayu tiga, empat, dan lima biasa kedengaran bukan? Jadi, tidak rugi sesen jika aku tidak menceritakan isinya dengan lebih lanjut. Bak kata orang, teh tarik ramuannya sama, cuma kadar untuk setiap ramuan yang berbeza mengikut tuan pembikinnya. Aku terfikir untuk menulis entri ini kerana satu sebab. hubungan cinta yang normal kebiasaannya berlangsung di antara seorang gadis dan seorang lelaki. Aku seorang lelaki. Apabila rakanku itu menceritakan tentang bagaimana dia sakit akibat lelaki itu, aku rasa seperti mahu pijak atau siat kulit lelaki itu. Walaubagaimanapun, aku tidak menzahirkan emosi itu padanya. Cuma sematkan dalam hati sahaja. Jadi bila memikirkan tentang geram itu, aku tersenyap sebentar. "Ish, aku ni yakin sangat ke if aku ade awek, aku tak macam that guy?" aku bermonolog. Aku tidak gemar menggunakan bahasa kesat apabila geram. Jadi aku cuma memberi semangat kepada rakanku itu untuk terus bangun dan tidak menangis lagi selepas ini. Aku gembira apabila dia memberitahu bahawa kehancuran hatinya tidak mengalih tumpuannya ketika peperiksaan pertengahan tahun tempoh hari. Luhurnya, aku seperti mengannggap gadis si rakanku ini seperti adikku kerana dia memang sebaya dengan adik lelakiku; 16 tahun. Sebagai makluman semua, aku tidak mendiskriminasi dalam berkawan. Semua golongan aku campur. Tua, muda, miskin, kaya, kaki surau, kaki bola, kaki botol, tak lupa juga kaki bangku. Jadi, pengajaran yang aku terima daripada kisah ini ialah apabila diri terlibat dengan cinta, situasinya sama ada engkau jujur atau tidak. Perlu dua-dua sama jujur. Jika masih tiada kejujuran itu, lupakanlah untuk punyai hubungan cinta dengan orang lain itu. Aku akhiri entri ini dengan sepotong kata-kata Inggeris berbunyi, "To love another person is to see the face of God". Renung-renungkan dan Selamat Beramal!


now listening~Bo. Bedroom Sanctuary-False Hope Maybe


In Allah we have faith


p/s: i'm missing my Malay Language Teachers. They rock! Even though some of em were meticulous and annoying. Really hope that they could read this and see how my writing is. btw, blog fynn bg aku energy nak tulis malay baku. can anyone grade this essay please? haha.