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Labels: outing, tazkirah

My wife's GRAD!!!

Alhamdulillah.. my wonderful wife have just graduated and had her convocation last weekend. Subhanallah... Alhamdulillah.. Allahu Akbar...

It meant alot to her.. Yup..

Aniwei.. we head out to KL on Friday rite after solat.. Took the bus at Larkin.. Met MJ and Fadhli at UKM Stesen Kommuter, and overnighted at their neighbours place.. Waah.. bilik dia mcm honeymoon suite! haha.. siap shower n tv.. ada aircon lagi.. best..

dorang 2 cutelah.. Tempat rumah diorang is known as Desa Al-Amin.. Then they do teach at the school behind their house. Sekolah Al-Amin. Best kan! hehe..

That's their dakwah platform.. apart from the 2-3 anak buah usrah groups, and MJ's small books and stickers.. Wonderful couple.. yup.. manage to go out makan satay kajang ngan dioorang. and also eat dinner at their place with their parents! Ok, this truout the whole trip..

Anyway, back to my wife.. Her parents came down for the convo.. cuma a day later than us. They brought along with them, my bro n sis inlaws.. Osman, Sarhani and the cute Tihanny and Syafeeq! hehe..

Was a historical moment for my wife.. as she walks up the stage and receive the award. Not only that, it was announced that she was the best student in her faculty (Dakwah)! It was touching also for my parent in laws. watching their beloved daughter receiving the diploma and recognition.. haiz.. and of course to me too..

Once we went out of hall, osman n sarhani, surprised her with a huge bouquet of flowers! FuhyuuooO!!!

Nice huh.. Well.. especially to my wife.. it was so so meaningful n historical.. A great mark in her life. It wasnt easy for Singaporeans to study in Malaysia. Suiting to the life there, living with locals there.. Studying life.. as well as havin to come back to Singapore on weekends to do part-time teaching..

And we actually got married like when she was still studying.. In d mid of her final Sem. People, always question us, why have our wedding when she is still studying.. y cannot wait until the end of her studies. Nanti kacau her studies n result lah.. Well..

We discuss abt it (OF COurse).. And we went through all the consequences.. pros n cons.. defintely.. But we believe in the islamic practise, of jangan dilambatkan dan harus di cepatkan perkahwinan itu, selagi kita dah buat perjanjian..

We know, to us, there were more cons when it comes to prolonging the relationship. Yah.. Look around u, we humans are weak, n we tend to make lots of mistakes without us realising it. By prolonging ur relationship b4 marriage, alot of unwanted things to happen, and u may say u can control ur adab n ur iman, and all.. but we are still weakness.. whom the fitrah is suka the other gender, n would slowly try to do things bit by bit, without realising it. Basically, kita bak elakkan dari more maksiat and kemungkaran utk berlaku..

At the end of the day.. benda2 mcm ni, boleh affect, the keberkatan of kehidupan kita selepasa berumahtangga.. Selepas perjanjian nikah itu.. kita sangat2 perlukan rahmat tuhan dan berkat darinya..

Dont u think so..

But look what happen now..
Terbukti.. Alhamdulillah.. Allah's mercy on us.. With His help.. Jika landasan dan tujuan pernikahan itu betul.. di jalan Nya.. Dia akan bantu..

Afifah, manage to complete her studies, get her diploma, get A for thesis, and still get to be d best student in her faculty. Again, this is nothing abt bongkak n riak. But plainly bersyukur atas bantuan yg diberi olehNya..

So.. yup...
Moving on.. we are putting the stones for us to jump on to move on further up the river..

I love You Allah.. I love you Qalbi...

May Allah bless our small efforts in His Cause..

Peace out...

Labels: convo, qalbi

I'm Stong-ed Again....

It has been almost a year since im there... Lots of memories.. farnie ones especially..

This trip was not that bad at all.. Met new peeps.. young ones especially.. funny bunch i tell u..

Nevertheless, Stong can never cloud my sight on Allah's majestics creations.. Subhanallah..
Another thing for me.. Such expeditions are really needed for our young ones... yeah..

May Allah bless them, protect them and continue to shine their path... ameen..











Look out for the pics at my wife multiply....
http://nurafifah.multiply.com/photos/album/29/stong-ed_again

Wassalam....

The Cab Ride

When I arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window.

Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, and then drive away.

But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This
passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself.

So I walked to the door and knocked. "Just a minute", answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.

After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie.

By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.

There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.

"Would you carry my bag out to the car?" she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.

She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.

She kept thanking me for my kindness. "It's nothing", I told her. "I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated".

"Oh, you're such a good boy", she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, and then asked, "Could you drive through downtown?"

"It's not the shortest way," I answered quickly.

"Oh, I don't mind," she said. "I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice".

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. "I don't have any family left," she continued. "The doctor says I don't have very long." I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.

"What route would you like me to take?" I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.

We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, "I'm tired. Let's go now"

We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.

Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

"How much do I owe you?" she asked, reaching into her purse.

"Nothing," I said

"You have to make a living," she answered.

"There are other passengers," I responded.

Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.

"You gave an old woman a little moment of joy," she said.

"Thank you."

I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.

I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift?

What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.

We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.

But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID, ~BUT~ THEY WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL.

*Disclaimer... Im not related in this story... Found it somewhere...

Im Married!!!

(Abih nak kena announce to the world eh?) It was 25th November 2007.
Padahal ramai dah tau.. cuma now this is just a personal update on my blog.. yeah..
Alhamdulillah... Ana diberikan peluang dan rezqi utk meneruskan perjuangan hidup dan kerja2Nya bersama seorang Zaujah yang alhamdulillah, dahulunya juga teman seperjuangan... Hanya kini status bertukar kepada bukan sahaja teman seperjuangan, tetapi teman hidup ana.

Ya ALLAH Ya Rabbi.. Di Kau rahmatilah rumahtangga ini. Kuatkan piala hati ini untuk bersatu, untuk meneruskan tanggungjawab kami di atas muka bumi ini. Di Kau kuatkanlah cinta kami ini kepada Kamu, dan janganlah diKau memperkuatkan cinta diantara kami, lebih dari cinta kami kepada Engkau Ya Rabbul Izzati..

For our parents, and my in-laws, siblings, relatives and friends who have contributed tremendously to make this happen, i thank you, with the deepest most sincere gratitude to all of you. Your prayers is greatly appreciated. Im lost for words on my do'a and wishes for this.

Sesungguhnya Kami Bernikah di Jalan Da'wah..

"...Untukmu Ummah... KernaMu ALLAH..."



Do'a Robitah

Ya Allah,
Engkau mengetahui bahawa hati-hati ini
telah berkumpul kerana mengasihiMu,
bertemu untuk mematuhi (perintah)Mu,
bersatu memikul beban dakwahMu,
hati-hati ini telah mengikat janji setia untuk mendaulat dan menyokong syari’atMu,
maka eratkanlah ya Allah akan ikatannya.

Kekalkanlah kemesraan antara hati-hati ini.
Tunjuklah kepada hati-hati ini akan jalanNya (yang sebenar).
Penuhkanlah (piala) hati ini dengan cahaya Rabbani Mu yang tidak kunjung malap. Lapangkanlah hati-hati ini dengan limpahan iman/keyakinan
dan keindahan tawakkal kepadaMu.
Hidup suburkan hati-hati ini dengan ma’rifat (pengetahuan sebenar) tentangMu……
(Jika Engkau mentaqdirkan mati) maka matikanlah pemilik hati-hati ini sebagai para syuhada dalam perjuangan agamaMu.

Engkaulah sebaik-baik Sandaran dan sebaik-baik Penolong.
Ya Allah, Perkenankanlah permintaan ini.
Ya Allah. restuilah dan sejahterakanlah junjungan kami Muhammad, keluarga dan para sahabat baginda semuanya.)