Hidupku, matiku hanya untuk Allah.

Assalamualaikum w.b.t. It had been a few days since I last wrote. I was occupied by the induction and what I can think of whenever I have the chance to get back to my room was to sleep. For these few days, I had realised that the main thing that made me so tired was because of the amount of thinking I had. Being the only person who doesn't have any partner to represent a society made me stressed a little, if not quite a lot. To cut the stories short, here are the brief summaries of what happened during the induction. I was actually planning on making a long entry because I had certainly experienced a lot. But after a moment of thinking, I knew that those memories were not the ones which I prefer to be remember in years after. ***** I packed my bags and stuffs and said to myself, “I'll be facing a lot of work these three days. Work for Allah, for ENGENIUS.  Allahuakbar .” The first day was okay, I had all the information that I needed. It turned out tha...

Assalamualaikum w.b.t. Kisah Ahlam. ***** Dengan nama Allah, yang Maha Pengasih lagi Maha Penyayang. Selawat dan salam ke atas junjungan kami, Rasulullah s.a.w. Hasil karya, Umairah Hawani. Pabila iman diuji. Langkah Aisyah terhenti. Dia menoleh. Kelihatan rakan karibnya, Ahlam sedang mengutip sesuatu di jalanan. Dia memandang memerhati, “Adakah Ahlam terjatuhkan sesuatu?” bisik hatinya. Seketika kemudian Ahlam mengangkat kepalanya, tersenyum dan berjalan mendapatkan Aisyah. Aisyah masih merenung tangan kanan Ahlam. “Sampah?” tegur Aisyah, sedikit terkejut. “Kenapa anti kutip sampah? Bukankah sudah ada pekerja di CFS ini?” tanya Aisyah lagi, tanpa menunggu jawapan. “Tak apalah, bukan susah pun. Itu, bukankah di depan sana ada tong sampah? Boleh sahaja ana tolong buangkan,” ujar Ahlam sambil pandangannya ditujukan kepada tong sampah berhampiran kafe. Mereka berdua sedang berjalan pulang dari kelas di Blok E, menuju ke mahallah. Aisyah masih ...

Assalamualaikum w.b.t. Alhamdulillah, I'm finally here. Where? Do you even need a clue? Okay, three words. CFS. 9 th floor. Alone. Not technically alone, but um, yeah, I'm alone here in 939 and the whole floor. Perhaps for five consequetive days. I heard noises but I'm pretty sure it was the workers'. This morning I woke up and found out my youngest brother, Danish Irfan (whom I called Irfan) had already woke up before me and even get himself in his school uniform. Ammi and abah are at Perak as if now and this morning because Syahmi (my second youngest brother whom I called Irsyad) will be registering at STAR. You can imagine how proud my dad was as his first son will be entering his old school. But it was pretty saddening to see Irfan alone at his first day of school. The night before, he was crying and he tried to hide it but of course I knew he was crying. So I really tried to make him happy this morning, as I won't be at home wh...

Assalamualaikum w.b.t. Apabila cinta pada... kejuruteraan automotif. Ramai yang berkata, dan bertanya... "Amirah dah tak nak jadi cikgu?" "Baguslah jadi jurutera." "Kalau nak jadi jurutera, tak boleh menangis selalu." "Kamu betul nak jadi jurutera?" "Kejuruteraan automotif?" ...dan banyak lagi. Sepanjang hidup sebelum tahun menduduki SPM mula mengintai tabir, tidak pernah terlintas di dalam hati untuk menjadi jurutera. Walaupun dahulu semasa darjah satu, guru kelas telah menetapkan di kotak kecil yang menanti di isi cita-cita: jurutera. Sampai sekarang buku rekod itu masih ada dalam simpanan dan perkataan jurutera itu masih jelas. Hari-hari pertama di CFS, seorang brother dari STAD telah memaparkan semua pilihan yang ditawarkan oleh Kuliyyah Kejuruteraan UIAM. Dan di saat itu, siapakah yang boleh memahami perasaanku? Di saat itu, di hadapan mataku terpapar; Kejuruteraan Automotif. Walaupun ternyata, semasa brother...

Assalamualaikum w.b.t. My holidays are going to be cut short -- again. So... what had I actually, accidentally did? I agreed to attend RAFEST induction. I'm scared. Well, I actually am. The thing is, I am afraid of the possibility of going to the induction alone . The others are not available. They are busy. And I'm not, I guess. I still have the time to write things. With responsibility came along experience on handling it. Teringat; “ Akan berlaku di akhir zaman orang yang memperta­han­kan agamanya seperti menggenggam bara api.” (Riwayat Tirmizi) Ketika berjalan-jalan di laman web untuk mencari ilmu tentang sunnah Nabi Muhammad s.a.w, bertemu dengan laman web:  http://www.rakanmasjid.com Sebuah persatuan dartri Universiti Teknologi Petronas (UTP). Teringat beberapa hari lepas bertemu dengan rakan-rakan sekolah lama dan kesemuanya sedang menuntut di Institut Pengajian Tinggi yang berlainan. Nur Aisyah, Diploma Akaun di UiTM, Per...

Assalamualaikum w.b.t. "Madrasah mana?" Saya mengangkat muka, melihat dia. "Madrasah mana?" ulang dia. Saya menggeleng. Bermaksud, bukan dari mana-mana madrasah. Dalam hati berbisik, 'Adakah dia bertanya tentang talaqqi?' Diri baru sahaja pulang dari talaqqi Madrasah an-Nur. Dia menaiki bas yang sama di tempat yang sama. Jadi adakah dia bertanya tentang Madrasah an-Nur? Tekaanku terhenti apabila dia bertanya, "Bukan hafiz?" Sekali lagi menggeleng lalu mengalihkan pandangan. Perbualan tidak perlu diteruskan. Bahkan dia menegur pun sudah cukup pelik bagi diri. Adakah diri memang perlu ditegur? Sedikit terasa hati dengan pertanyaan itu. Namun, mengingatkan diri untuk sentiasa mencuba, sentiasa menghafaz, dengan izin Allah. Bas semakin penuh dengan penumpang, saya berdiri di hadapan sekali, berdekatan pemandu dan cermin bas. Jalan raya jelas di hadapan. "Boleh pinjam?" Saya menoleh ke sebelah kiri. Dia lagi. Pandangan...

Assalamualaikum w.b.t. Memories, are meant to be forgotten. Learn from mistakes. Achievement comes once in a while. Experience is the best teacher. People change faster than your eyes blink. Hearts broke. Love shattered. Distance, do separate love-birds. Jan 2011. Got a new laptop, which I eventually named as SuperKira. Worked at Giant as sales assistant right after Biology ended. Regretted it at first. My boss name was Mr. Moorthy. I worked at the Veggies&Fruits Station. After 170 days separated after Qiam, finally had the chance to meet. On January 18, I got a major breakdown. I forgot the reason why. EKSA was doing well. Feb 2011. I was doubting about something. I wondered then if my life was complicated. I was busy with Bees Koot and Reunion EKSA. March 2011. I worked at kindergarten, I worked at CANONs' canteen. April 2011. Got admitted to Hospital Klang for low blood pressure. May 2011. Went to Form 6 for the orie...