La haula wala quwwata illa billah
Ya zaljalali wal ikram
Amitna a’la dinil islam
-25 Januari 2012
penuhi lidah basah dengan zikrullah & zikrul maut.
sentiasa.
moga diri dekat dengan taqwa :)
entri untuk diri yg sentiasa lupa :
"Siapa yang berjuang mencari mati dia akan menemui hidup - Saydina Abu Bakar RA"
A coin upon a coin
Sweat upon a face
Time upon time
Time is running out
Dollars upon dollars
A story like no other
Forever to be told, passed down from mother to mother
Points of value taken, in the true making of a scholar
Dollars upon dollars
A story like no other
Forever to be told, passed down from mother to mother
Points of value taken, in the true making of a scholar
The jar is only one quarter full
Mommy, mommy
My girlfriend is ill, of you
You need to chill, we’re always suffering, of you
You tell me it’s wrong, you keep preaching to me from this book
Singing me songs
Tryna grab us, tryna get me on your hook
I live the way I want
This is true love
And when it comes to push and shove
Mommy, for you there ain’t no love
So leave
Dollars upon dollars
A story like no other
Forever to be told, passed down from mother to mother
Points of value taken, in the true making of a scholar
The jar is half full
Mommy, mommy
You tell me to pray
Don’t you know, that I have bills to pay
When my boss asks, what am I to say?
When my wife asks, what am I to say?
Was a kid, was a teen
I can’t be gentle, I can’t be soft
You bother me with your calls
Following me, from hall to halls
“Pray your salah my son, pray it. Your mother loves you honey bun”
Don’t have time to exercise at work
Going up and down, down and up
If I don’t do my job, ain’t got no backup
My boss and I, we don’t make up
God and I, we can make up
I got years to go
I’m very young
I got years to go, I won’t be going below
In the heavens, my name is sung
So leave me be, I don’t wish to see you
You make my life miserable, dreadful
Dollars upon dollars
A story like no other
Forever to be told, passed down from mother to mother
Points of value taken, in the true making of a scholar
The jar is three-quarters full
Mommy, mommy
What is this talk about the last day?
I don’t care what he has to say, nor do I care what you have to say
In a grave I shall lay?
Have you gone mad, have you gone astray?
Come back from the dead, come back from clay?
A Lord I must obey?
Mother oh mother, you’re getting old
I have my business to take care of, and a family to protect
My life right now, my life is perfect
There isn’t a defect
From this aspect, to that aspect, feel free to select
I don’t need you, I don’t need your how-tos
I don’t want to see you ever again
I don’t want you in my life
If I ever see you, be prepared for my knife
I wont be so merciful, I won’t be so kind
So don’t let yourself be the one that I find
Dollars upon dollars
A story like no other
Forever to be told, passed down from mother to mother
Points of value taken, in the true making of a scholar
The jar is full
Son, oh son
You probably can’t hear me now
I know this isn’t something you’d allow
You don’t want to see me, you don’t want to care
But right now, you can’t see me, even if you wish to dare
I’m of old age, and soon I shall be free of this cage
My son, I wish not this fate for you
Laying in the hospital bed my son
Eyes closed
Your helpless body, exposed
Your happy life, now foreclosed
My son, you’ll need surgery
Your accident ended up horribly
Your money, gone
Your life’s work, from your hands, it was drawn
Even though you hated me my son, I love you, and always will
Although you can’t hear my words, I wish you some rewards
My son,
My entire life, I’ve wanted to travel to the holy land
To stand by the Prophet’s grave, to have my feet on the sand
To walk to the Masjid with you my son, hand in hand
Every year, putting dollars upon dollars in a “jar”
Sweating and working, to save us from the nar
Even though you hate me son, I’m going to give you my jar
I want you to live your life, and live it well
Take my life, and become a changed man
Not a lowlife
With this jar, your life shall be saved
With this jar, death for me shall be engraved
My son,
You see, a mother’s love is like no other
To a son, no one cares more than his mother
You yell at me, you wish me to leave, to be free
You throw away my warnings, and trash my advice
Gambling your life, as if it was worth less than the dice
A mother’s love is heavy and strong
And in your heart, is where my heart belongs
You see my son,
Under my feet are the gates to heaven
From 1 to 7, from 7 to 37
I cared for you, and tried to keep the doors open
As the tears roll down my face, and slowly fall off of your cheeks
I just wish to seek, my son, the antique
My time is limited, my time is scarce
My son, I forgive you
My son, I love you
A coin upon a coin
Sweat upon a face
Time upon time
Time is running up
Dollars upon dollars
A story like no other
Forever to be told, passed down from mother to mother
Points of value taken, in the true making of a scholar
The jar is empty
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Bahz ibn Hakim’s grandfather said:
“I asked, ‘Messenger of Allah, to whom should I be dutiful?’ ‘Your mother,’ he replied. I asked, ‘Then whom?’ ‘Your mother,’ he replied. I asked, ‘Then whom?’ ‘Your mother,’ he replied. I asked, ‘Then whom?’ ‘Your mother,’ he replied. I asked, ‘Then to whom should I be dutiful?’ ‘Your father,’ he replied, ‘and then the next closest relative and then the next.’” (Adab Al-Mufrad)
A mother is a true blessing from Allah. The love that a mother has for her child is like no other. No matter what you do, your mother is always there, supporting you 100%. It hurts your mom to abandon you, and she’d much rather see you do well, instead of her.
Many of us don’t appreciate the things that our mother does for us, we take it for granted. We give our mother a hard time growing up, we give them a hard time when we grow up, but our mothers always help us through the thick, and through the thin. We need to strive harder to work for our mother, and to give her happiness – because her happiness, is our happiness.
This poem was written to show people that even when you abandon your mom, treat her ill, and take her for granted, when you need her; she will give up her own life to comfort you, her son.
p/s : Fatih Sefaragic
keturunan Bosnia, berasal dari Jerman
yang bukannya hanya handsome luaran,
tapi dalamannya juga, masyaAllah...
Dia imam.
Bacaan Al-Quraannya...hebat.
Kegiatannya dakwahnya hebat.
tak hairanlah ramai muslimah
yang akan "histeria"...
kan kak Nina? (^^)Y
emm, nak mcm ni jgk :P
klik bacaan Fatih Seferagic-Surah Ar-Rahman
Assalamualaikum. Diharap sahabat-sahabat dan rakan-rakan blog sentiasa sihat di bawah lindungan rahmat kasih sayang Allah. Betapa rindunya rasa hati ingin menulis. Sudah 6 bulan bersamaan satu semester tidak mencoret ke ruangan ini. Tempoh yang agak lama menjadi penganggur blog. Bila di hostel, hanya sempat melihat kembali tulisan yang dicoretkan. Sebagai peringatan untuk diri. Apa yang dilontarkan dari hati dan pemikiran kita kepada orang lain itu sebenarnya merupakan nasihat untuk diri juga kerana setiap kata-kata itu ibaratnya kita menyuluh lampu di permukaan cermin, akhirnya cahaya lampu tersebut akan mengena kearah kita juga. Terpulanglah kepada invidu untuk mengelak dan mengawal diri dari terkena cahaya yang kadang-kadangnya itu akan memedihkan mata kita.
Cerita diri ibarat sirih. Pulang melengkapi sebuah keluarga. Cuti semester terakhir, InsyaAllah. Dari Sabah ke Johor. Bertenggek di Johor seketika. Bestnya bermusafir !!! Luasnya bumi Allah. Walaupun tak sempat untuk pusing-pusing di banyak tempat, cukuplah kenal Danga Bay dan kawasan sekitar Johor Bahru. Sekadar merakam dalam memori, melihat kapal-kapal dan bot-bot di Danga Bay, terdetik juga di hati, seronoknya miliki bot yang boleh dibawa ke hulu dan ke hilir menyusuri lautan yang mempunyai 2/3 keluasan dunia ini. Banyak sejarah yang berkaitan lautan.
Bila melihat ciptaan Allah, kagumlah duhai insan. Subhanallah. Alhamdulillah. La ilaha illallah. Allahuakbar. Tiada tara kekuasaanNya. Melalui lautan inilah tersebarnya Ad-Deenul Haq di Tanah Melayu. Imbas sejarah dahulu kala tentang bagaimana para pedagang menyusuri lautan dari Tanah Arab datang ke Tanah Melayu, menjalinkan hubungan diplomatik, berdagang dan menyebarkan Islam. Percaturan Allah. Mereka datang menyelamatkan kita. Tanah Melayu maju ketika itu kerana Allah redha, masyarakatnya mudah menerima dan mengamalkan Islam. Tapi kini, nilai itu sudah terhakis dek penjajahan pemikiran yang berleluasa. Kita hanyut dengan slogan penjajah Inggeris yang membawa slogan Gospel, Gold dan Glory. Walhal, mereka juga punyai misi dan visi besar untuk menyebarkan dakyah mereka. Dan menghancurkan Islam!
Bagi yang sedar, sentiasalah kita sama-sama koreksi diri, mencipta langkah menggilap kembali yang telah luntur. Tidak kiralah banyak atau sedikit, bukan manusia yang berhak menilai. Biarlah Allah menjadi penentunya. Yang penting, kita usaha :)
Dari Johor, insyaAllah akan balik pulang ke gagang malam ini. Jauh perjalanan indah pemandangan. Doakan saya selamat sampai ke destinasi. Khabar dari seorang sahabat menyatakan Kelate nok boh doh. Semoga musafir perjalanan kita selamat dunia dan akhirat.
Mencari makna hidup dalam setiap derapan langkah. Memaknai jiwa seorang hamba dengan erti sebuah perjuangan. Bersama-sama.
"Ya Allah kau tadbirlah akal dan hatiku, keluargaku, sahabat-sahabatku, para pejuang islam dan umat islam seluruh dunia, agar langkah kami sentiasa dalam redhaMu".
mencipta kenangan terindah bersama Aina Mohd Fauzi (^^)Y @ Rumah Che Ni - Taman Desa Skudai.
Terima Kasih daun keladi untuk Che Ni sekeluarga.
Wassalam.
