Sunday, October 31, 2010

Kain putih


Ada satu kisah seorang ayah bersama anak nya.. Anak nye yg sulong kini belajar di tadika,
serba sedikit belajar membaca, mengaji dan cara2 utk solat.


Sampai satu ketika, si anak pun bertanya,

"Papa, kenapa along x penah nampak papa sembahyang?"

"Ala, Papa kan penat, hari2 papa pegi kerja."

"Tapi kan Papa.. cikgu kata, lau kita x sembahyang, nanti masuk neraka"

"Ha'ah mmg betul." (si ayah pun termenung)

Si anak bertanya lagi,

"Kalau along tak sembahyang jugak boleh x, papa?"

(si ayah kini terdiam sambil memikirkan jwpn)


* * * * *


Lihatlah dialog di atas, rasa2 nya papa tu akan jwb apa ye? Bila difikirkan balik, betul lah kata orang Melayu dulu....

"Anak-anak umpama kain putih, ibu bapa adalah pencoraknya"

"Bapa borek anak rintik"

"Bagaimana acuan begitulah kuihnya"

"Bagaimana contoh begitulah gubahannya"

"Bagaimana ditanam, begitulah dituai"

dan sebagai satu nasihat,

"Melentur buluh biarlah dari rebungnya"


* * * * *


maka si ayah pun menjawab,

"Tak boleh la along, sebenarnya papa yg salah sebab x sembahyang. Lepas ni, kita akan sembahyang sama2..ok"

[kisah benar yg telah diubahsuai]

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Firman Allah s.w.t:

"Dan negeri yang baik (tanahnya), tanaman-tanamannya tumbuh (subur) dengan izin Allah
dan negeri yang tidak baik (tanahnya) tidak tumbuh tanamannya melainkan dengan keadaan terbantut..."
(surah Al-A'raaf ayat 58)


[nasihat ini lebih khusus kpd yg bakal menjadi ayah, bakal bekeluarga, bakal berumahtangga,
boleh jadi kepada yg bujang, agar berfikir seawal2 nya :) ]

Thursday, October 28, 2010

"Path to Paradise"

Every Friday afternoon, after the Jumma prayers, the Imam and his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand out "PATH TO PARADISE" and other Islamic literature.


This particular and fortunate Friday afternoon
, as the time came for the Imam and his son to go to the streets with their booklets, it was very cold outside, as well as pouring rain.

The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said, 'OK, dad, I'm ready!'

His dad asked, 'Ready for what' 'Dad, it's time we go out and distribute these Islamic books.'

Dad responds, 'Son, it's very cold outside and it's pouring rain.'

The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, 'But Dad, aren't people still going to hell, even though it's raining?'

Dad answers, 'Son, I am not going out in this weather..'

Despondently, the boy asks, 'Dad, can I go Please'

His father hesitated for a moment then said, 'Son, you can go. Here are the booklets. Be careful son.'

'Thanks, Dad!'

And with that, he was off and out into the rain. This eleven year old boy walked the streets of the town going door to door and handing everybody he met in the street a pamphlet or a booklet.


* * * *

After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking, bone-chilled wet and down to his VERY LAST BOOKLET. He stopped on a corner and looked for someone to hand a booklet to, but the streets were totally deserted.

Then he turned toward the first home he saw and started up the sidewalk to the front door and rang the door bell. He rang the bell, but nobody answered..

He rang it again and again, but still no one answered. He waited but still no answer.

Finally, he turned to leave, but something stopped him.

Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked loudly on the door with his fist. He waited, something holding him there on the front porch!

He rang again and this time the door slowly opened.

Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady. She softly asked, 'What can I do for you, son?' With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world, this little boy said, 'Ma'am, I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but I just want to tell you that ALLAH REALLY LOVES AND CARES FOR YOU and I came to give you my very last booklet which will tell you all about God, the real purpose of creation, and how to achieve His pleasure.'

With that, he handed her his last booklet and turned to leave.

She called to him as he departed. 'Thank you, son! And God Bless You!'
* * * *

Next week on Friday afternoon after Jumma prayers, the Imam was giving some lectures. As he concludes the lectures, he asked, 'Does anybody have questions or want to say anything?'

Slowly, in the back row among the ladies, an elderly lady's voice was heard over the speaker.

'No one in this gathering knows me. I've never been here before. You see, before last Friday I was not a Muslim, and thought I could be. My husband died few years ago, leaving me totally alone in this world.. Last Friday, being a particularly cold and rainy day, i was contemplating suicide as i had no hope left.

So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of my home.. I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the roof then stood on the chair and fastened the other end of the rope around my neck. Standing on that chair, so lonely and broken-hearted I was about to leap off, when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs startled me. I thought, I'll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away.

I waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder and more insistent, and then the person ringing also started knocking loudly....

I thought to myself again, 'Who on earth could this be? Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me.' I loosened the rope from my neck and started for the front door, all the while the bell rang louder and louder.

When I opened the door and looked I could hardly believe my eyes, for there on my front porch was the most radiant and angelic little boy I had ever seen in my life. His SMILE, oh, I could never describe it to you! The words that came from his mouth caused my heart that had long been dead TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed with a cherub-like voice, 'Ma'am, I just came to tell you that ALLAH REALLY LOVES AND CARES FOR YOU!'


Then he gave me this booklet, Path To Paradise that I now hold in my hand.

As the little angel disappeared back out into the cold and rain, I closed my door and read slowly every word of this book. Then I went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn't be needing them any more.

You see? I am now a Happy Vicegerent of the One True God. Since the address of your congregation was stamped on the back of this booklet, I have come here to personally say THANK YOU to God's little angel who came just in the nick of time and by so doing, spared my soul from an eternity in hell.'

* * * *

There was not a dry eye in the mosque. The shouts of TAKBIR...ALLAH AKBAR.. rented the air.

Imam-Dad descended from the pulpit to the front row where the little angel was seated....

He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably.

Probably no jama'at has had a more glorious moment, and probably this universe has never seen a father that was more filled with love and honor for his son... Except for One. This very one...

* * * *

Blessed are your eyes for reading this message.

Don't let this message die, read it again and pass it to others. Heaven is for His people!
Remember, God's message CAN make the difference in the life of someone close to you.
Please share this wonderful message

Spread His Word, help Him and you'll see His hand in everything you do...

Q 5:3: This day I've perfected your religion for you, and completed my favor on you, and chose Islam for you as religion.... .


With prayers,

Friday, October 22, 2010

Pintu rezeki terbuka kunci

Khamis 21 october, surat tawaran pinjaman Mara
selamat sampai di peti surat beramalat

"No.1 Jalan Mariamah 80100 Johor Bahru, Johor"

Lalu bunyi lah hon dari motor yg membawa kotak
pos laju. Ternyata itu lah posmen yg menyampaikan
'amanah' dari pihak Mara.

"oh, Alhamdulillah, dapat jugak pinjaman Mara ni"

tertulis tempoh 2minggu utk siapkan borang yg diberi..
termasuk medical checkup yg dibuat di hospital kerajaan,
sign2 perjanjian,
cari penjamin..
dan banyak hal lagi..

yang m'buatkan parents risau sekiranya xdpt dilengkapkan
dengan tempoh yg singkat
(walaupun ramai org kata boleh minta tangguh dgn Mara)

waktu tu pun ana confused dan dilemma
sama ada kena balik Malaysia atau pun uruskan sendiri kat Mesir..

Cuba juga minta pendapat dari kwn2..

. . . . . . . . . .

Rakan A: Eh, kau balik jelah. alang2 dapat tawaran tu teruskan je. x rugi pun sebab kau akan dapat lagi banyak pas ni.

Rakan B: Balik je, sekarang ni ramai yg mohon. tapi kalau kau uruskan cepat, lagi cepat lah settle semua ni. berbanding dgn orang lain. kan?

Rakan C: Balik lah weyy, pastu leh mohon zakat n yayasan johor utk duit sara hidup kat sini.

Rakan D: Ha'a! bagus lah, nanti boleh la ktorg kirim barang dari Malaysia :D

. . . . . . . . . .

Setelah dibincangkan.. ana buat keputusan utk balik ke Malaysia.
inshaAllah hari isnin balik lah kot.
tapi xla cuti lama sgt sebab nnt nk catch up study lagi!!

aduihh.! takpe.! nanti minta kawan2 ajarkan :)

Balik ni pun, xnk lah jadi zalim, minta mak ayah lagi utk bayarkan tiket..
tapi ana guna yg dikumpul2,
duit yg dapat dari
sedara mara sebelum ni...
dan ada org lain juga sudi bantu topup kan sikit utk flight.

~ "Terima kasih. Semoga tuhan memanjangkan umur dan murahkan lagi
rezeki kalian.. Amiin" ~