Friday, December 30, 2011

Nilai hijab itu,

Assalamualaikum w.b.t.


Pernahkah anda mendengar, atau anda sendiri mengatakan:
"Tak pakai tudung (hijab) pun tak apa. Tak semestinya semua orang yang pakai tudung itu baik."


Pernahkah anda mendengar, atau anda sendiri mengatakan:
"Pakai tudung memang tak semestinya baik, tapi yang tak pakai tudung sah-sah masuk neraka." (Macam tak betul sikit, tapi lebih kurang, insyaAllah)


Jadi, sebenarnya, situasi agak janggal sebab semua berbalah.
Yang cakap begitu, tetap begitu. Yang cakap begini, tetap begini.


"Dan sesungguhnya Kami telah mengulang-ulangi bagi manusia dalam al-Quran ini bermacam-macam perumpamaan. Dan manusia adalah makhluk yang paling banyak membantah." (Al-Kahfi: 54)


Pernah berjumpa yang berniqab.
Pernah berjumpa yang bertudung labuh.
Pernah berjumpa yang bertudung biasa.
Pernah berjumpa yang tidak bertudung.
Pernah berjumpa yang menutup aurat sepenuhnya, setiap masa.
Pernah berjumpa yang menutup aurat, tidak setiap masa.
Pernah berjumpa yang menutup aurat, tidak sepenuhnya.


Sebenarnya, perkara seperti ini mudah saja.
Tanyalah, adakah awak seorang Muslim?
Tanyalah, adakah awak seorang Mukmin?
Tanyalah, adakah awak mempunyai Tuhan?
Tanyalah, siapa Tuhanmu?
Tanyalah, apa kitabmu?
Tanyalah, apa yang diucapkan Tuhanmu di dalam kitabmu?
Tanyalah, mengapa?


Katakanlah, insyaAllah awak seorang Muslim.
Katakanlah, insyaAllah awak seorang Mukmin.
Katakanlah, awak mempunyai Tuhan yang satu.
Katakanlah, Allah Tuhanmu, lailahaillallah.
Katakanlah, al-Quran kitabmu.
Katakanlah, Allah telah berfirman di dalam surah al-Ahzab ayat 59,


"Wahai Nabi, suruhlah isteri-isterimu dan anak-anak perempuanmu serta perempuan-perempuan yang beriman, supaya melabuhkan pakaiannya bagi menutup seluruh tubuhnya (semasa mereka keluar); cara yang demikian lebih sesuai untuk mereka dikenal (sebagai perempuan yang baik-baik) maka dengan itu mereka tidak diganggu. Dan (ingatlah) Allah adalah Maha Pengampun, lagi Maha Mengasihani."


Katakanlah, saya masih tidak tahu mengapa awak tidak menutup aurat.


"Dan siapakah yang lebih zalim daripada orang yang telah diperingatkan dengan ayat-ayat daripada Tuhannya, lalu dia berpaling daripadanya dan melupakan apa yang telah dikerjakan oleh kedua tangannya? Sesungguhnya Kami telah meletakkan tutupan di atas hati mereka, (sehingga mereka tidak) memahaminya, dan (Kami meletakkan pula) sumbatan di telinga mereka; dan sungguh pun kamu (Muhammad) menyeru mereka kepada petunjuk, nescaya mereka tidak akan medapat petunjuk selama-lamanya." (Al-Kahfi: 57)


Tapi, jangan lupa,


"Dan Tuhanmulah Yang Maha Pengampun lagi mempunyai rahmat." (Al-Kahfi: 58)


Pernah terbaca Ustaz Azhar Idrus menjawab soalan dengan ini (lebih kurang):
Allah tak hairan manusia melakukan dosa, tapi mengapa manusia tidak mahu bertaubat?


Ucapkanlah, astaghfirullah, astaghfirullah, astaghfirullah.
Tak semestinya taubat itu dengan melakukan solat sunat taubat.
Dan tak semestinya taubat itu sekali-sekala.
Tak ada halangan, bertaubatlah setiap masa. Astaghfirullah.




*****
Muslimah sejati tidak dilihat dari tangannya yang selalu membawa Al – Qur’an, tetapi dilihat dari hafalan dan pemahamannya akan kandungan Al – Qur’an tersebut.
Muslimah sejati tidak dilihat dari tundukan matanya ketika interaksi, tetapi bagaimana dia mampu membentengi hati.
Muslimah sejati tidak dilihat dari komitmennya dalam menjalankan kegiatan, tetapi dilihat dari keikhlasannya dalam bekerja.
Muslimah sejati tidak dilihat dari solatnya yang lama, tetapi dilihat dari kedekatannya pada Rabb di luar aktiviti solatnya.
Muslimah sejati tidak dilihat kasih sayangnya pada orang tua dan teman – teman, tetapi dilihat dari besarnya kekuatan cinta pada Ar-Rahman Ar-Rahiim.
Muslimah sejati tidak dilihat dari rutin dhuha dan tahajjudnya, tetapi sebanyak apa titisan air mata penyesalan yang jatuh ketika sujud.
Seorang muslimah sejati bukanlah dilihat dari kecantikan paras wajahnya, tetapi dilihat dari kecantikan hati yang ada di sebaliknya.
Muslimah sejati bukan dilihat dari bentuk tubuhnya yang mempesona, tetapi dilihat dari sejauh mana dia menutupi bentuk tubuhnya.
Muslimah sejati bukan dilihat dari begitu banyaknya kebaikan yang dia berikan tetapi dari keikhlasan dia memberikan kebaikan itu.
Akhwat sejati bukan dilihat dari seberapa indah lantunan suaranya, tetapi dilihat dari apa yang sering mulutnya bicarakan.
Muslimah sejati bukan dilihat dari kefasihan berbahasa, tetapi dilihat dari bagaimana caranya dia berbicara.
Muslimah sejati bukan dilihat dari keberaniannya dalam berpakaian tetapi dilihat dari sejauh mana dia berani mempertahankan kehormatannya.
Muslimah sejati bukan dilihat dari kekhuatirannya digoda orang di jalan tetapi dilihat dari kekhuatiran dirinyalah yang mengundang orang jadi tergoda.
Muslimah sejati bukanlah dilihat dari seberapa banyak dan besarnya ujian yang dia jalani tetapi dilihat dari sejauhmana dia menghadapi ujian itu dengan penuh rasa syukur.



Wallahua'lam.

If I can't see.

Assalamualaikum w.b.t.


I'm home.
Since the day before yesterday.


Before I had the chance to be back in Shah Alam, I had to make sure few things:


  1. The "Forum: When The Heart Whispers" paperwork have all the signs it needed.
  2. All the stuffs in the box of ENGENIUS be sorted out.
  3. All my stuffs every where in KC124 be sorted out.
So I started with the box of ENGENIUS. The box that had been passed through from secretary to another secretary throughout the years. Can you believe how old those papers in the box are? I hereby give you one proof:

 

The forms were only available during the time Centre for Foundation Study (CFS) was called Matriculation Centre and it was years ago. Ancient.

So it was another night at mahallah and I started after Isya'. I stopped at 30 minutes after 1. Most of the papers were neatly arranged in two different boxes. I just love to do things like that -- cleaning up, arranging things and put it in somewhere easy to find. Eventhough most of the time only I could find it :D It is a part of secretarial job, the vow I made when I had been elected. It was hard, that night during the election day. What people saw were just a good speech and smiles, but in my heart, and all the hearts of others I believe; was this sense of nervousness of having to take a huge responsibility. ENGENIUS is the largest society by far with members over 1000 students per batch.

As funny as it is, one of the things people said to me during the election night was;
"Your mask is slightly off," (Topeng awak senget)


Uhuh, we got ourselves covered by an eye mask for each one of us. I wore white, the colour I hadn't wear for a long time and I won't prefer to either. I have a thing for black.


I made the vow, and my heart trembled when I received the position.


"IMAM GHAZALI Apa yang paling berat didunia?


Murid 1: Baja
Murid 2: Besi
Murid 3: Gajah

Imam Ghazali: Semua itu benar, tapi yang paling berat adalah MEMEGANG AMANAH Tumbuh-tumbuhan, binatang, gunung, dan malaikat semua tidak
mampu ketika Allah SWT meminta mereka menjadi khalifah
pemimpin) di dunia ini. Tetapi manusia dengan sombongnya berebut-rebut menyanggupi permintaan Allah SWT sehingga banyak manusia masuk ke neraka kerana gagal memegang amanah (Surah Al-Azab : 72 )"



I got the signs for the paperwork all except one because the Deputy Dean of DOSP was on his holidays. Eventually, I'll be back to CFS next week to get it done, insyaAllah. Ami picked me up after Zohor and alhamdulillah, I reached home safely. It was weird, to be home. My physical might be here, but my heart? I don't know. Wallahua'lam. I even draft this post for a day now. Hm.

I went to the optometrist last night and founded that my eyes had gone worse. It wasn't like I am going to be blind, but perhaps, I will suffer severe myopia. So it crossed my mind, what if.

What if...

I can't see?

If I can't see you, can't read books, can't recite al-Quran by reading it, can't see where am I going or walking, if I am blind.

What if, I can't see you?

Will you still like me then, as a friend, as a person?
Will you still be friend with me?
Will you stay with me and just stay?
and listen if I cry, and I can't even see my tears?

and help me, and tell me, Allah will always be there.
He will.



فَاذْكُرُونِي أَذْكُرْكُمْ وَاشْكُرُوا لِي وَلا تَكْفُرُونِ
Dan bersyukurlah kepada-Ku, dan janganlah kamu mengingkari (nikmat)-Ku.” (Al-Baqarah: 152)



Wallahua'lam.

Monday, December 26, 2011

Travel log 7.

Assalamualaikum w.b.t.


I asked, and someone replied:
"It is all right for a woman to travel alone, but it is afraid that fitnah would occur."


I travelled to my kampung (village) on Saturday and back to CFS.
I travelled to Masjid Jamek on Sunday and back to CFS.


Here is the log.


Saturday.


I woke up around 5 a.m and planned my day.
I was suppose to depart at 7 as my older sisters' train from Perlis would arrive by then.
But I was stalled by something.


I logged in to my Skype account that morning with an intention of deleting it.
Because I still have brothers in my Skype account though I barely chat with any of them.
So I thought it would be pointless for me to have an account,
but that morning; I received many late messages.


I had realised that the WiFi connection here in CFS is not as good as usual, and sometimes it limits the connection. But I hadn't realised it would be that bad. I received messages from days before.


I created my Skype account because I know, a friend of mine would go to Egypt.
And Aimi also was preparing to go to Alexandria.
It was then I thought, Skype would be the most convenient way to communicate.
But I was proven wrong.


I changed my laptop time to Egypt since then to help me know when to online or expect them to be online. But they didn't... I waited and waited, still there was no sign. Then it crossed my mind:


Since when did I become an important person in their life for them to online just for me?


My heart was broken to pieces just to think how unimportant I am to their life, or even to my friends life. Is the statement I just made is true? Wallahua'lam.


After I read all the messages that I finally receive, that friend of mine suddenly gave salam and we chat a little. My decision of deleting my Skype account was stalled but I still am thinking about it and considering it.


Because of this, I was late to meet my sister and she was furious at first but then she calmed down. From travelling alone, I travelled in KTM with my sister. The perfect duo, :D


When I reached my kampung for a kenduri (feast), suddenly all the memories came back. I was the second grandchildren out of 27. I was raised by Mak (my grandmother) until I was 12 and at 13, I went to boarding school. Skip that part, here are few things that I learnt when I was there:


1. I saw a little girl, who was my cousins' friend. She was very helpful, and everybody adores here. Including me. It was just for seconds and I liked here already. She's not a pretty girl, but she have the values that even Miss Universe might not have. I can see why looks doesn't matter to some brothers when they search for a wife. Pretty faces doesn't last long, but the heart and prosperity, it will.


2. Getting older equals to more responsibility. I helped a here and there, a woman job. Like only a woman can C:


3. It is not hard to keep your aurah. Even though I immediately removed my niqab when I arrived, (because there was no one except for family and relatives and few other women) I still keep my aurah. I covered my face when I saw the male guests were arriving and stayed in the room. I think there is no reason for someone to not wear socks or long shirts or hijab just because of they are at kampung. Not all uncles can see your aurah. Only those who are immediately related to your mother can. You are precious, remember it.


This remind me of one of the topics in talaqqi at Madrasah an-Nur. We were discussing about Tafseer Ibnu Kathir for Surah Ali 'Imran verse 45-47. Habib Ali replaced ustaz Azian for that day. He said;


in Malay; "Maryam r.a. Namanya adalah satu-satunya wanita yang disebut dan dinyatakan di dalam al-Quran. Mengapa begitu? Kerana kedudukan seorang wanita itu dijaga sehinggakan namanya pun dijaga."


translated; "Maryam r.a is the only woman whose name is in the Quran. Why does it like that? Because, a woman position in Islam is to be kept secure (or preserve), at the point which her name is also preserved."


4. I think, people thought that wearing niqab will make me feel hot. Because my paman (uncle) asked when I put on the niqab, "Doesn't you feel hot?" I replied with a no. And that's the truth. Unless you are sitting under the sun, wearing niqab or not is still the same. I am hoping, I really hope, someday, all Muslims in Malaysia will wear hijab, and niqab will be like icing on the cake.







Paman dropped me at CFS, how kind is he. I asked him just to drop me at any one of the KTM station but when we almost reached the station, he decided to send me to CFS instead. Syukran C:




Sunday.


While I was preparing for talaqqi at 10 a.m, I received a message from a sister asking me whether I would like to go with them. I replied with a yes. A company or two would be nice, I thought. The journey to talaqqi would take almost one hour because of the bus schedule so I usually boarded at 11 a.m.


At 11, the other sisters were buying their breakfast. At 11.30, another sister just came in with her breakfast. All in all, we were at the front gate merely 15 minutes before 12. The talaqqi will start at 12. I know you can guess how furious I was.


I was seriously mad, but I kept thinking, what was the reason behind it? Why did Allah test me in such a way? At that time I remembered that I had made my sister waited for me the day before. So I guess this was kind of a pay back to me. I accepted with a lot of patience and alot of silence along the journey.


When the five of us arrived at the University Station, I immediately hold a cab and made my own decision. The followed and we arrived late, obviously, and I missed one verse from last week. It was okay though, I learnt that I really shouldn't make people waiting or they will make me waiting, which I hate. It was a valuable lesson to me.


I separated from them after the talaqqi because I decided to have a walk around the city. They went back to CFS in a car driven by a sister from UM while I waited for the LRT at the University Station. I don't know where to go, and I chose Masjid Jamek. I was alone, and I am travelling to somewhere I am not familiar with. Oh, that's my life.


I arrived at Masjid Jamek station safe and sound. I walked and walked, and decided, "Well, I could buy something here." But what should I buy? I immediately decided to find a store that sell niqab but I was disappointed because none sell one. So I decided to look for a book store instead. I founded two and it was amazing. I bought Bidayatul Hidayah and Aqidatun Najin in Jawi.


Then I bought Putu Mayam because I hadn't eat it for a while (I mean years) and headed back to CFS. Alhamdulillah, all in all, the journey was a fine one.




Monday.


I went to the library, forgetting that it was public holiday but the library was opened. It will be close at 2.45 pm. So I linger around the first and second floor where I spent most of my time this semester. Though I usually went to the third floor during last semester. I got fined because I returned a book late. It was an embarrassing moment because I went to the library every single day during study week but I still didn't manage to return my books on time. MasyaAllah.


I was planning to give muffins to Sir Ashraf, Sir Wan and Miss Rahimah but they didn't come during public holidays so I gave it to a friend of mine instead.


During the afternoon I decided to went to SMAWP3 and study Maths. I went to my Maths class last semester and studied there alone. That was a nostalgic moment. I hate changes, but some changes are for good. 190 is my past, so will be S1. I wonder how 194 will cope with me.


When I returned to the mahallah almost at 7 o'clock, I met Amalina. We were watching cartoon when she said that the cartoons' voices were more matured than mine. So I asked her wheter there is anyone in this whole CFS that have the same voice as me. She said no. And I wonder. Hm.


I know my voice is weird, and small, and cartoon-like. But I never thought it would be one of its kind. Do help me find someone with a voice like mine?






p.s: This doesn't sound like a travel log right? *Sigh* I need more adrenaline and adventure.
p.p.s: I realized that I wore the same outfit as usual. Like the pictures I posted before. So if you saw someone like me, alone somewhere, say "Assalamualaikum" :D


Wallahua'lam.

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Reasons: "Why People Should Have A Blog?"

Assalamualaikum w.b.t.


So my mind was triggered by my friend, Kee, when she said:
"I don't understand why bloggers write things. Is it because they want people to read it, or not?" (by "not" she meant blogs as diaries)


Not to mention the statement my friend Fatihah gave me:
"I've read your blog."


I hear, I think and I reply, with a post in my blog.


REASONS WHY PEOPLE SHOULD NOT HAVE A BLOG.


Reason number ONE.


Because people don't exactly love to write on pieces of papers or diaries any more. They tend to have this amazing experiences and want to tell others (or just keep it to themselves) about it but just because nowadays writing isn't exactly a common hobby for any one, any where, they forgot those things and let it be. Let gone be by gone. Stop it right there, those are your memories, why shouldn't you have a copy of it anywhere besides in your own brain and you will somehow, forget about it eventually.


So I suggest this: type about it and save it in a blog. Most of us will be in front of computers at least once a day, so it would be easier; not to mention faster.


Reason number TWO.


Because people doesn't like to talk much. Seriously, even you wouldn't listen to every bits of my stories (or even your beloved ones) every single day at the end of each day (or sometimes at the end of every hour) if I tell you out loud and make you sit with me for hours, would you? If you would, then be my soul mate pretty please? Naah, I guess you wouldn't. (InsyaAllah my guessing is correct)


So people find another way to tell everyone they know about their daily life, everyday. Because a blogger always update his/her posts whenever free times are available (and that would include me) and a blogger friends always have this little feeling of curiosity to stalk someone's blog. Believe me, get rid of your myspace, friendster is no longer exists and facebook is getting boring, but blog; the writings (or typings) in it are much more reliable and truth to be told,  sometimes are far more interesting. I don't know, I feel it that way. I don't know what you think, because I don't know you :D


Reason number THREE.


Because all of us are actors slash actresses. Let's see, how many times do you pretend to like something but you actually don't? How many times you hide your feelings from your friends in a day? How many times you want to say something but you can't? Count all of those and tell me, will you feel better to write (or type) about it knowing the person you want to tell the most read it? I have been in a situation where a group of best friends, and only one of them doesn't own a blog, have a good relationship with each other because of they write and read every single blog of each one of them. One would say, "Actually I want to tell..." and the next few hours another would say, "Oh, now I know what you actually felt..." or something like that. But they never express in the real world. They'll fix the broken strings, but silently.


So, isn't it interesting? Write something and post your blog link to your FB account and that person will read it. Want to know why people read your blog out of the sudden? Here are two reasons:



  • Not everyone have blogs, and when FB is getting boring, a link to a blog from your wall, will be the next big news of all. Most people will at least click it. Not to mention your best friends or classmates. They will have this question mark hover around their head asking, since when do you have blog, or, what are you writing about today?
  • The title. If you post something like: "My Diary for Today" and the person you want to read it knows for a fact he/she had spent the whole day with you, he/she will certainly read that post. Hoping his/her name would appear. (or in most cases, don't appear)
Reason number FOUR.

Last but not least, because you can actually improve your spelling :D Because when you write in English, you will have that red mark marking your incorrect vocabulary. How cool is that? Even I sometimes confuse of those letters such as; definitely (I used to type definetely) and any more (I used to type anymore)

As I can't make a red underline, I just make it red letters.


Okay, that's all for now.
I would want to say (or type) that blogging is not for everyone but certainly, sometimes people need a blog. Writing is cool though, a diary have more mystery aura around it compare to a blog. My blog recently had not been a personal (with a few friends knowing) blog any more. It was a twist, but a good one. I really, * seriously* hope that my blog is informative or somewhat entertaining. You may comment on any post that you like. I would really appreciate those.

Last but not least (again), I really want to ask this one particular question:

Why does the word "blog" still is not included in dictionary and have those red mark every time I type it in this post? Someone please please please let the dictionary publishers know that they are missing one important word that had been used millions or trillions times in lifetime.





Wallahua'lam.

Friday, December 23, 2011

Berguru dengan kitab.

Assalamualaikum w.b.t.


Selawat dan salam ke atas junjungan, Nabi Muhammad s.a.w.


Semalam, diizinkan Allah, terfikir dan dikuatkan hati untuk bertanya kepada seorang yang ku gelar "Hamlatul Quran". Dia adalah kenalanku di CFS, seorang hafiz dan menjadi imam di sini semasa Ramadhan, subhanallah. Jarang sekali kami berhubung malah kalau berjumpa sepatah pun tidak akan kami katakan jika tiada apa-apa yang penting. Hanya kerana urusan persatuan, kami 'terpaksa' berhubung. Mesej pun masih boleh dikira dengan jari dan kesemuanya, insyaAllah penting.


Jadi semalam, mesej dimulakan dengan ayat,
"Salam. Maaf ganggu. Ana ada soalan, dan ana tegaskan di sini ana memang tak ada tempat lain nak nak tanya."


Dan soalan pun diajukan. Apabila dia menjawab, diri mengambil peluang bertanya lagi. (alang-alang dah bertanya dan dia tidak sibuk) Salah satunya:


"Boleh ke belajar kitab agama dan kitab syarahnya tanpa guru?"


Dan dia menjawab,
"Kalau nak belajar kitab agama, kena ada guru, takut2 kalau kt blajar sendiri, syaitan akn jd guru kt,dan kita akn tafsir ikut nafsu."


Terganggu seketika pembelajaran Kimia. Pen diletakkan dan hati sedih.
Persoalan yang mengganggu fikiran ketika itu,


"Macam mana nak cari guru, bukannya mudah nak cari ulama' di sini."
"Macam mana nak cari guru, masih belajar, asasi kejuruteraan pula. Bersimpang jauh dari IRK."
"Ada peluang lagi ke kalau nak tukar course jadi IRK (Islamic Revealed Knowledge)?"
"Takkanlah, teruskan saja. Nanti kan nak ambil double degree."
"Macam mana, nanti kalau cuti abah dan ami bagi ke belajar pondok?"


Bermacam-macam lagi bermain di minda, sampai satu saat memutuskan untuk menunda persoalan. Kimia ada di hadapan mata. Esok ujian, jangan dikaburi dengan perkara lain. Niat datang CFS, mahu belajar. Maka belajarlah.


Sehinggalah tamat Kimia sebentar tadi pukul 12.
Ketika dalam ANX102 itu, bersebelahan dengan rakan 190 dahulu. Aduhai, rindunya.
Merindui suasana belajar bersama mereka, walaupun jarang berbicara.


Kembali ke mahallah, pertanyaan sekali lagi di ajukan kepada diri sendiri.
Hinggakan terfikir,
"Kalau ambil 'study leave' setahun untuk belajar agama, boleh ke?"


InsyaAllah, CFS beri kebenaran.
Tapi keluarga bagaimana? Memikirkan adik yang baru lahir dan tanggungan yang semakin ramai, ku terfikir. Kalau lambat menamatkan pengajian, maka lambatlah juga bekerja dan kemampuan untuk menjaga diri sendiri dan keluarga juga bertangguh-tangguh. Tidak elok pula.


Walaupun masih tidak mematikan niat itu, tapi diri cuba mencari alternatif lain. Semester depan, insyaAllah, semua pengajian asasi akan berada di CFS. Maka, pensyarah IRK juga pasti di sini. Semester depan, jadual banyak kosong, boleh ke kalau minta kebenaran masuk ke kelas IRK?


Dan itu merupakan jalan terbaik buat masa ini, insyaAllah.
Moga dipermudahkan, insyaAllah.


Sedikit sebanyak, fitrahku sebagai manusia mula terlihat.
Fitrahku tidak sabar dengan sesuatu.
Fitrahku tidak merasa cukup akan apa yang ada.
Fitrahku berfikir dan mempersoalkan sesuatu sepanjang masa.
Fitrahku ingin menuntut ilmu.
Fitrahku mudah menangis pabila bersedih, mungkinkah hanya diri ini sebegitu?






"Imam Syafie pula pernah menyatakan, "sesiapa yang tafaqquh dari perut kitab, maka dia telah kehilangan hukum-hakam". Para ulamak juga menyebutkan, "antara kebodohan terbesar, adalah menjadikan helaian-helaian sebagai syaikh".


Petikan dari: http://jomfaham.blogspot.com/2008/12/hukum-belajar-tanpa-guru.html

Selain itu boleh dibaca,
http://aljoofre.blogdrive.com/archive/87.html
http://aljoofre.blogdrive.com/archive/88.html

Dapat dari laman talaqqi http://www.jom-talaqi.com/, tak Google :D
Rasanya kalau Google ada lagi rujukan lain, insyaAllah.


p.s: Niat untuk hadir, insyaAllah. Namun ada 2 program satu hari.







Wallahua'lam.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Majmu' Syarif.

Assalamualaikum w.b.t.

Update 16/5/2013:

Ingin ku katakan, apa yang bakal ku sebutkan hanya pendapat semata-mata.
Dan Allah Maha Mengetahui segala sesuatu.

Beberapa hari yang lepas, terlihatlah sebuah buku bertajuk, Majmu' Syarif.
Pertama kali ku lihat dan tidak pernah ku ketahui sebelum ini.
Jadi, diri memutuskan untuk melihat dan mempelajari apa yang di dalamnya.

Buku yang ku baca itu terjemahan Melayu.
Sedangkan kitab yang asal, tiada nama penulisnya.
Dibahagikan kepada 30 bab, dimulakan dengan Fadhilat Surah Pilihan dan disusuli dengan pelbagai doa.

Pada 10 bab pertama yang menerangkan fadhilat surah-surah, tidak merasakan apa-apa yang pelik di situ lalu diteruskan pembacaan dan sekali gus cubaan menghafal isi-isinya.
Sehinggalah kepada bab yang menerangkan fadhilat doa. Kerana terdapat 20 bab yang selebihnya dipenuhi dengan doa, hanya 5 bab pertama saja yang dibaca.

Kerana pernah ku baca,
"Berdoalah sesuai dengan kehendak."
Doa yang ada banyak sekali dan mungkin tidak mampu kita membaca setiap satunya setiap hari. Kata Imam Ghazali dalam kitabnya Bidayatul Hidayah,

"...hendaklah engkau berdoa dengan apa sahaja doa yang engkau kehendaki daripada segala doa yang masyhur..."

Setelah itu, notaku berhenti pada Bab 15: Istighfar Rejab.

Setelah kembali ke bilik, sedangkan tadi berada di perpustakaan. Ditakdirkan Allah untuk "Google Search" Majmu' Syarif. Ternyata, ada dua pandangan yang berbeza. Ada yang menyarankan mengamalkan beberapa doa dan ada pula yang membangkang. Hujah-hujahnya banyak sekali, insyaAllah di bawah nanti ada rujukan yang pada ku bermanfaat daripada yang lain.

Ustaz Azhar Idrus pernah berkata,
"Setiap penulis, pengarang, pencetak akhbar, mereka bertanggungjawab di akhirat nanti atas apa berita palsu atau fitnah berkenaan dengan saudara sesama Islam. Kalau benar, alhamdulillah. Nah, kalau fitnah, balik awal."

Ratib Al-Haddad dan Wirid Latif juga berada di dalamnya, di mana kedua-duanya diwasiatkan kepadaku oleh Murabbi untuk mengamalkannya.

Kadang-kadang, rasa bersalah juga. Ada persoalan saja, terus tanya "Google". Alahai. Semoga satu hari nanti ada seorang yang boleh ku tanyakan segala-galanya, insyaAllah.

Maka di sini rujukan yang boleh dilihat:


  1. Majmu' Syarif (banyak dijual)
  2. http://emjayjb.multiply.com/journal/item/107?&show_interstitial=1&u=%2Fjournal%2Fitem 
  3. http://abusyuaib.protajdid.com/?p=6
  4. http://www.fulltimemuslim.com/2010/09/kitab-majmuk-syarif-jangan-berdusta.html


Wallahua'lam.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

The pain I can't handle.

Assalamualaikum w.b.t.


I skipped, my last class.


Because of sickness.
I hadn't skip any before, even though I did felt sick sometimes, I came.
But today, I can't even leave my bed.
I tried to make the pain goes away with sleeping.
And the pills untouched on the top of the table.






I'm getting a little bit of emotional today, as this pain reminded me of my past.
Everything that happened, when I was still a student at SMKAM2.
Certainly, I doesn't miss everything and there were some regrets here and there.
However, I just realise that, I had chose the wrong way to live.


Would you listen?


I miss the class of 3 Cahaya, 4 Bakti and 5 Bakti.


I miss Mrs Hasimazera, who was the one who believed in me to get 9A,
Mrs Salina, who was the one who convinced me I deserved my 9A,
Mrs Asma, whom listened to me, my stories, those are my class teachers.


I miss the other teachers that taught me or didn't. You can never be replace with lecturers.


I miss Nur Aisyah, my best friend who I let her hug me.
I miss Mursyidah, my best friend who I care dearly.
I miss Farah Aisyah, my best friend slash neighbour and the nights we did sleepover.
I miss Nurul Azwin, the first one to introduce herself to me.
I miss Ezzah Ruzaini, whom the only one I recognized from HICOM.
I miss Che' Khuizzatieliana, who was also the new kid in school.
I miss Nur Fashihah, whom as delicate as a flower slash neighbour.
I miss Ummi Raihana, who was a genius in Maths, and still is.
I miss Nik Nur Hasniza, whom I let her to hold my hand when we walked together.
I miss Noor Shahirah, whom writes beautiful things as she is.
I miss Fatin Hidayah, whom I visited her house once and she was cool.
I miss Farah Nur Syafiqah, whom honesty can't be defeated.
I miss Filzah Wafaa, who was always patient and cared for everyone.
I miss Nur Wahidah, who knows everything about everyone and still care.
I miss Nur Ain, who was the silent type yet so adorable.
I miss Fatimah Huda, whom her appearance I waited longingly.
I miss Nor Zahirah, whom always gave us cute things with pictures of SuJu.
I miss Ho Pui Yeng, the most beautiful and strongest angel I've ever seen.
I miss Pang Sze Lyn, the one who taught me with patient and smiled.
I miss Ang Keh Ho, and her ability to make everyone paid the money.
I miss Chum Yi Xiu, the silent and kind.
I miss Lim Yi Xing, and her smile and laugh which I would never forget.
I miss Law Yong Qi and Law Yong Lin, the twins that I could never separate.
I miss Nurul Amirah, and the struggle we went through to be the two that got straight A from 3C.
I miss Farah Afiqah,  who gave me strength when I was down.
I miss Nurul Atikah, whom her cuteness can't be defeated.
I miss Nur Izwani, who left but her memories still remained.
I miss Nur Athirah, who was the one who can answer "Kaifa Haluki?"
I miss Nur Hidayah, who is a beauty.
I miss Nor Shahirah, who would always smile to me.
I miss Siti Khairiyah, the one who ran as fast as she could and won all the medals.


I miss the ones who moved and I certainly remember each of you.
I miss the other girls of the other classes because they made me think and be a good person.


I miss every single boys though I won't mention names because I won't.


I miss the my secret hiding place where I used to cry alone.
I miss the game Hide and Seek that I used to play with my friends.
I miss the game Scrabble.
I miss going up to the stage to receive prize and everyone will say, "not her again."
I miss the surau where I spent my time to memorize Quran for MTQ.
I miss the canteen and the persons who sold foods and drinks to me and others.
I miss the field where I once ran through when it rain and drenched myself.
I miss the post guard, Kak Ngah and other workers.
I miss the library and the books I registered.
I miss Engineering Drawing room and the dusts.
I miss the labs and the assistants and the equipments I break.
I miss the big clock in front of the school that wasn't moving.
I miss the memorabilia part that I helped to arrange the medals and fell from a chair.
I miss the hall where I sat for PMR and SPM.


I miss the moment when I smiled, and my friends can see it.
They can see the happiness behind it,
they can recognize the pain I tried to hide,
they can differentiate the fake and the true ones.
Which I can never get it here.


I miss the times, when I can write and everybody read and say,
"That certainly was you who write these things."






Wallahua'lam.

Monday, December 19, 2011

Past, Present, Future.

Assalamualaikum w.b.t.


Pagi tadi di kelas, ber"bahas" tentang nama.


Husna: Kenapa guna Umairah? Kan tak ada makna.
UH: Ada sejarahnya. *senyum* Inani tahu kan?
Inani: Apa ya? Saya dah tak ingat.
UH: Inani tak ingat? *sedih*
Aini: Kenapa tak Amirah, kan maksudnya ratu.
UH: Bukan ratu tapi puteri. Huhu.
Aini: Ya la, tapi kan elok ada maksud.
UH: Tapi kita lagi suka orang panggil Hazwani.
Aini: *senyum* Siapa ya yang panggil awak "Wani"?


Terhenti dengan ketibaan Miss Rahimah binti Abdullah. Kelas pun bermula.


Kalau mengikut perancangan, hari ini hari terakhir kelas. Jadi diri pun memutuskan untuk meminjam kamera Kee dengan niat mengambil gambar kelas. Walaupun lebih menyayangi G190 daripada S1, S1 tetap signifikan dengan teletah mereka sendiri. InsyaAllah, semester depan untuk G194, sama senyapnya dengan G190 dan dah tak meriah macam S1.


Note: G stands for group and S stands for Section.


Miss Rahimah menempah satu kotak blueberry cheese tart dari diri dan mengagihkannya kepada kelas. Jika ada yang mampu jawab soalan dengan betul, dapat lagi cheese tart. Sungguh, terasa hendak gelak sepanjang masa hari ini. Meraikan saat-saat terakhir bersama.


Di akhir kelas, diri mengumumkan hendak mengambil gambar. Sisters dan brothers asing-asing mengambil gambar dengan Miss. Oleh kerana di kelas tak dibenarkan memakai niqab dan diri tidak pula menutup muka semasa mengambil gambar, tidaklah dapat gambar ditayangkan di sini.


Keadaan sedikit lawak berlaku apabila brothers hendak mengambil gambar dan diri menjadi jurugambar tak bertauliah. Oleh kerana diri dengan S1 tidak dikatakan rapat, maka hanya dua, tiga orang brothers sahaja yang diri kenal lalu semasa hendak menyatakan sesuatu, terpaksa berkata,


"Yang baju biru itu tepi sikit."
"Yang baju merah duduk belakang."
"Korang dah sedia belum?"
"Yang itu haa tak nampak."


Dan ter"kantoi"lah bahawa diri tak ambil kisah dengan nama rakan kelas sendiri. Harap maaf.


Lalu tamatlah kelas, esok masih ada lagi satu kelas sebelum peperiksaan akhir semester. Suka dan duka bersama S1 insyaAllah tidak akan dilupakan.


Merindui G190.
Memikirkan G194.






Seorang diri, berjalan menuju ke UKC untuk membeli makanan. Dan tiba-tiba terpandang sepasang mata yang agak dikenali. Baru sekejap pandang, hilang. Pelik. Lalu berjalanlah menuju ke arah dinding itu dan mengintai di sebaliknya. Oh, dia.


Dan tak semena-mena tersenyum.


Orang yang satu-satunya memanggil "Wani" ada di situ.
'Baru sahaja terfikir semasa di kelas,' bisik hati.


Berborak seketika bertanya mengapa ada di CFS kerana dia tidak mendaftar untuk short sem, dan kembali membeli makanan. Kembali semula untuk memberikan sesuatu namun dia tengah rancak berborak bersama rakan lalu membiarkan dan kembali ke bilik.


Memikirkan tentang kebetulan, namun sebenarnya semua sudah ditakdirkan Allah.










p.s: Sanah Helwa ya Nur Syahidah Abdullah Zawawi. Barakallah 'alaik :D


p.p.s: Jadual 3 semester:


SEMESTER 1 2011/2012



SEMESTER 2 2011/2012



SEMESTER 3 2011/2012

 *masih tak tahu kelas di mana.




Wallahua'alam.