Cahaya Kebahagiaan Ku
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| Too Late For Tears... | 5/02/2009 08:44:00 PM |
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Death knocked on
a bedroom door
"Who is there?"
the sleeping one cried.
"I am Angel Izrael, let me inside."
At once, the man began to shiver
as one sweating in deadly fever.
He shouted to his wife,
"Don't let the Angel take my life."
"O Angel of Death,
I'm not read yet.
My family, on my depend,
give me a chance
to go back and mend."
The Angel knocked again.
"O man,
it's your soul that I require,
I come not with my own desire."
Bewildered, the man began to cry:
"O Angel, I'm so afraid to die."
"Let me remain here as your slave,
don't send me to the grave."
"Let me in, O man", the Angel said.
"Open the door,
get up from your bed,
you can't stop me from coming in,
Angels can go through objects,
thick and thin.
The man held a gun in his right hand,
ready to defy the Angel's stand.
I'll point my gun towards your head
You dare come in - I'll shoot you dead.
By now, the Angel was in the room,
saying , "O man, prepare for your doom,
foolish man - Angels never die,
put down your gun and do not sigh.
Why are you afraid, Tell me O man-
to die according to Allah's plan?"
"O Angel, I bow my head in shame,
I had no time to remember Allah's name.
From dawn till dusk, I made my wealth,
not even caring for my spiritual health.
Allah's command I never obeyed,
nor five times a day i ever prayed.
A Ramadhan came and
a Ramadhan went,
but no time, had I to repent.
a bedroom door
"Who is there?"
the sleeping one cried.
"I am Angel Izrael, let me inside."
At once, the man began to shiver
as one sweating in deadly fever.
He shouted to his wife,
"Don't let the Angel take my life."
"O Angel of Death,
I'm not read yet.
My family, on my depend,
give me a chance
to go back and mend."
The Angel knocked again.
"O man,
it's your soul that I require,
I come not with my own desire."
Bewildered, the man began to cry:
"O Angel, I'm so afraid to die."
"Let me remain here as your slave,
don't send me to the grave."
"Let me in, O man", the Angel said.
"Open the door,
get up from your bed,
you can't stop me from coming in,
Angels can go through objects,
thick and thin.
The man held a gun in his right hand,
ready to defy the Angel's stand.
I'll point my gun towards your head
You dare come in - I'll shoot you dead.
By now, the Angel was in the room,
saying , "O man, prepare for your doom,
foolish man - Angels never die,
put down your gun and do not sigh.
Why are you afraid, Tell me O man-
to die according to Allah's plan?"
"O Angel, I bow my head in shame,
I had no time to remember Allah's name.
From dawn till dusk, I made my wealth,
not even caring for my spiritual health.
Allah's command I never obeyed,
nor five times a day i ever prayed.
A Ramadhan came and
a Ramadhan went,
but no time, had I to repent.
The Hajj was already obligatory upon me,
but i would not part with my money.
All charities I did ignore,
taking usury more and more.
Sometimes, I sipped my favourite wine,
with flirting women I sat to dine.
O Angel, I appeal to you,
Spare my life for a year or two.
The Laws of The Quran, I will obey,
I'll began salat - this very day.
My fast and Hajj I will complete,
and keep away from self-conceit.
I will refrain from usury
and give all my wealth to charity
Wine and unlawful women,
I will detest,
Allah's oneness I will attest."
We Angels do what Allah's demands,
we cannot go against His commands.
Death is ordained for everyone-
father, mother, daughter and son.
I'm afraid, this moment is your last,
now, be reminded of your past.
I do understand your fears,
but it is now TOO LATE FOR TEARS..
You lived in this world,
two score or more,
Your parents you did not obey,
hungry beggars, you turned away.
Yout two il-mannered, female offspring,
in nightclubs, for livelihood they sing.
Instead of making more Muslims,
you made your children non-Muslims.
You ignored the Adhan (call to prayer)
nor did you recite The Holy Quran.
Breaking promises all your life,
backbiting friends and causing strife.
From hoarded goods,
great profits you made,
and your poor workers,
you underpaid.
Horses and cards were your leisure,
money-making was your pleasure.
You ate, and ate
and grew more fat,
with the very sick, you never sat.
A little donation, you never gave
that could a little baby save.
You thought you're clever and strong,
but O man,
You've done enough wrong.
Paradise for you? I cannot tell,
the disbeliever well dwell in hell.
There is no time for you to repent,
I'll take your soul for which I am sent."
Adapted by Dr. Y Mansoor Marican, Ph.D
from "Operation Death" by G.H.E Vanker
but i would not part with my money.
All charities I did ignore,
taking usury more and more.
Sometimes, I sipped my favourite wine,
with flirting women I sat to dine.
O Angel, I appeal to you,
Spare my life for a year or two.
The Laws of The Quran, I will obey,
I'll began salat - this very day.
My fast and Hajj I will complete,
and keep away from self-conceit.
I will refrain from usury
and give all my wealth to charity
Wine and unlawful women,
I will detest,
Allah's oneness I will attest."
We Angels do what Allah's demands,
we cannot go against His commands.
Death is ordained for everyone-
father, mother, daughter and son.
I'm afraid, this moment is your last,
now, be reminded of your past.
I do understand your fears,
but it is now TOO LATE FOR TEARS..
You lived in this world,
two score or more,
Your parents you did not obey,
hungry beggars, you turned away.
Yout two il-mannered, female offspring,
in nightclubs, for livelihood they sing.
Instead of making more Muslims,
you made your children non-Muslims.
You ignored the Adhan (call to prayer)
nor did you recite The Holy Quran.
Breaking promises all your life,
backbiting friends and causing strife.
From hoarded goods,
great profits you made,
and your poor workers,
you underpaid.
Horses and cards were your leisure,
money-making was your pleasure.
You ate, and ate
and grew more fat,
with the very sick, you never sat.
A little donation, you never gave
that could a little baby save.
You thought you're clever and strong,
but O man,
You've done enough wrong.
Paradise for you? I cannot tell,
the disbeliever well dwell in hell.
There is no time for you to repent,
I'll take your soul for which I am sent."
Adapted by Dr. Y Mansoor Marican, Ph.D
from "Operation Death" by G.H.E Vanker
| What should I do..? | 9/09/2008 12:15:00 PM |
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"What is the most important thing that you should do right now? It's easy to figure out the answer--the most important thing is usually the item you least want to do. So jump on it. Get it out of the way. Then go on to the next thing you don't want to do and get rid of that item by completing it. You'll be amazed at how it frees your spirit no to have them hanging over you."
-- Tom Hopkins
| Busy laa...!! | 7/31/2007 09:21:00 AM |
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Everyday as I wake up at dawn
My mind starts working the moment I yawn
There were many things to do,
o dear!That’s why I hastily did my Subuh prayer
I didn’t have the time to sit longer to praise the lord
To me rushing out after prayer is nothing odd.
Since school I had been busy every minute
Completing my tutorials and handing it in
My studies took up most of my time always
Minimum time did I have to Allah to pray
Too many things to do, and zikir is rare,
For Allah, I really had no time to spare.
When I grew up and started my degree
Studying all day to secure my future
When I reached home, I prefer to have fun,
I chatted on the phone, on the yahoo messenger,
But I didn’t read much the book of heart, the Quran,
I spent too much time surfing the internet,
Sad to say my faith was falling flat.
The only time I have left is weekends
During which I prefer window shopping with friends
Or better yet I prefer to sit back and enjoy my cds and dvds
I couldn’t spare time to go to usrahs and daurahs
I’m too BUSY that’s my BIG EXCUSE…
I did my five prayers, but did so quickly,
After prayer, I didn’t sit longer to reflect quietly
I didn’t have time to help the needy ones
I was loaded with works as my precious time runs.
My life was already full of stress,
So I didn’t counsel as Muslim in distress,
I didn’t spent much time with muslims that can advice me,
Because I thought, doing so wont help me much,
It will be just a waste of time.
No time to share, with none Muslim about Islam;
Or even to my other fellow muslims who have rights on me,
Even though I know, inviting causes no harm
No time to do sunnah prayers at all
All this contribute to my iman fall…
I’m busy here, I’m busy there,
I have no time at all,
that’s all I careI went for religious lesson,
just once in a while
Well, at least I do some, my nafs whispers,
Coz I’m too busy making a pile.
I worked all day, I slept all night
Too tired for tahajjud, and it seems no right
To me, studying as a living was already tough
So, I only did basic deeds but that’s not enough.
No time at all, to admire God’s creation
No time to praise Allah, and seek His Compassion
Although I know how short is my life,
For Islam, I really didn’t strive.
Finally the day comes,
when the Lord calls for me
And I stood before Him with life history
I feel so guilty because I should have prayed more
I should have invited other muslims to Allah
cause I should strive more to learn about my deen,
Isn’t that what a Muslim live for
To thank Allah and do more good deeds
And the Quran is for us to read.
Now, at JUDGMENT DAY, I’m starting to fret,
I wasted my life but it’s too late to regret,
My entry to paradise depend on my good behavior,
But I have not done enough, nor did proper prayer
My “good deed book” is given from my right
An angle opens my “book” and read out my plight.
Then the angle chided me
“O You Muslim servant, you are the one
Who is given enough time, yet not much is done
Do you know your faith is loose?
Saying “no time” is only an excuse.
Your “good deed book” should be filled up more
With all the good work you stood up for…
Hence I only recorded those little good deeds
As I say this, I know your eyes will mist
I was about to write even more,
you see…But I did not have the TIME to list”…
(Credits for : Ahmad Hasrulnizam Abu Samah)
| A Destination : Introduction | 6/19/2007 10:18:00 AM |
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Kalau tak dipecahkan ruyung,
Manakan dapat sagunya
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Pepatah lama ini begitu sesuai dianalogikan dengan "Destinasi" atau matlamat. Jika mahukan sagu, sudah tentu perlu dipecahkan ruyungnya. Jika mahu menggali perigi, sudah tentu perlu dicari punca airnya. Jika mahu makan sekalipun, sudah pasti perlu berusaha menggunakan tangan untuk menyuap. Jika tidak, masakan dapat apa yang dimahukan. Begitulah jua dengan destinasi dan hala tuju seseorang. Andai destinasi dan hala tuju tidak ditetapkan dengan jelas, maka pincanglah diri.. teraba-raba didalam cahaya terang. Berusaha untuk sampai ke destinasi, tetapi tidak diketahui dimanakah hala tuju sebenarnya. Akhirnya usaha yang dikerjakan tidak sedikit pun membawa makna.. melainkan penat lelah semata.
Kepada semua yang sudi membaca blog ini, maaf andai membacanya membuatkan masa anda terbuang. Dan andai anda mendapat sesuatu yang berguna daripadanya, alhamdullilah.. dan teruskan membaca.. :) andai anda sudi menitipkan sedikit komen, itu lebih bermakna bagi saya..
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