tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25597181377398799232024-03-13T20:42:19.805-07:00lilic lilacrEEnarEEnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01918253916947177937noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559718137739879923.post-30693973153899014972010-05-18T21:42:00.002-07:002010-05-18T22:57:30.614-07:003-day-course on Developing Writing Skills<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/S_N9moqgL6I/AAAAAAAAAG0/NzT8b0aMips/s1600/DSC00874.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/S_N9moqgL6I/AAAAAAAAAG0/NzT8b0aMips/s320/DSC00874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472856074889473954" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/S_N8kDeeANI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Ae1L-LzgoVg/s1600/DSC00862.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/S_N8kDeeANI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Ae1L-LzgoVg/s320/DSC00862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472854931035521234" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/S_N7VPh56aI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QWkL0uBv4CQ/s1600/DSC00860.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/S_N7VPh56aI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QWkL0uBv4CQ/s320/DSC00860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472853577061493154" border="0" /></a><br />cheerful faces<br /></div><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;">Five young n beautiful teachers from different ceruk of skools...we r CHER, ONE, SHEKEEN, ERRA n REENA. well, we r glad 2 b ere. lookin' 4ward 4 d nex course...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>rEEnarEEnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01918253916947177937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559718137739879923.post-59535479792347912872009-11-19T16:18:00.000-08:002009-11-19T17:02:30.580-08:00Its Been So Long...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/SwXqIOApNJI/AAAAAAAAAGM/LmBfWrGP1QM/s1600/Emo_Love-2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/SwXqIOApNJI/AAAAAAAAAGM/LmBfWrGP1QM/s320/Emo_Love-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405984354648798354" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">For every love i know...</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><br />it's been sooo...... long that i haven't care much to look at this blogger stuffs. well, this year is a very busy year i guess. Erm, let me correct, not a guess but it's a fact. right from the beginning of the year and until now, it seems like an endless works.<br /><br />There's so many things happen that drag me away from preoccupying myself with blogging. it started with, my one and only abah left us to meet the Greatest Creator, then busy with the practicum school, my kaklong got engaged, and busy again with my first posting school,(finally, i am employed as a teacher, *a relief sigh*), then, double up the busy with the preparation of wedding to my man. then, triple up the busy with the school again. since it's the end of the year, got so many tasks to settle up (i am a class ticer ;-] )<br /><br /><br />and now, (exhale slowly) not so busy...writing very calmly...well, at first i thought of deleting this. but someone has inspired me to write again... Indah>>>se indah name nye, mencadangkan kepada ku untuk kembali aftif menjadi blogger..hee.<br /><br /><br />She asked me to write about my new phase of life and my last experiences, mostly on L.O.V.E lor...huuu.erm, she's now is craving for IT. heh! InsyaAllah, i'll try my best to motivate and inspire you in the topic of L.O.V.E. =)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i think that's enough for a starter. lets meet again in the next entry. Bubye!rEEnarEEnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01918253916947177937noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559718137739879923.post-57719601441960558022009-05-10T01:24:00.000-07:002009-05-10T02:22:05.012-07:00what's gonna happen?well, my practicum skool will be under construction starting next week. the answer for the above question?i also dunno! da la xde blk guru...n kantin yg mnjd tmpat plabuhan ku di kala mase free bile takde class also will be tore down..huu. yela, mane taw kn...nnti bile da siap skool tu, kntin skool will be like this picture below...<br /><div align="center"> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334111231837080706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/SgaR524SDII/AAAAAAAAAF0/KNMblbotS3Y/s400/f3a1d92fba349d92.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:85%;">waaa....bestnye! tp xsmpat la aku nk mrase dok kt skool canteen yg cmni...huuu</span><br /><br /><br />dgr2 cite, all the JKR workers will be comin next week. the skool environment pon xtaw la cane nnti.i bet kn... all the pupils dont feel comforatble learning if the skool become like this.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334111232500726706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/SgaR55Wge7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/YZC1Xsh3roI/s400/a2d8c899dafd446e.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:85%;">construction site to build 4- level- building</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">nnti kalo da siap, the skool nnti akan ade staff room la...Alhmdullilah...but then again, aku xsmpat pon nk brlabuh kt situ. xpela...at least, other teachers no need to stay at canteen anymore. they can have their own comfy chairs and large tables...</span></p><div align="center"><br /></div></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334111224286586962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/SgaR5awGqFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/gneab6NPGXY/s400/3eab779e775e0488.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">maybe...like this...<br /></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/SgaR5lGgrBI/AAAAAAAAAFk/9tvQLxpkHno/s1600-h/4b4ace3eaf949468.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334111227064921106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/SgaR5lGgrBI/AAAAAAAAAFk/9tvQLxpkHno/s400/4b4ace3eaf949468.jpg" border="0" /></a> and this one also...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">huu...best r korg...sume de blk guru n tmpat duduk korg msg2...aireen n dayot saje jek ari tu nk jeleskn aku n lianot...dorg sje show off dorg nye staff room yg ber 'ekon' tuh! hukhuk...<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div>rEEnarEEnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01918253916947177937noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559718137739879923.post-59673543224636087922009-04-29T08:37:00.000-07:002009-04-29T09:04:13.263-07:00Last Tuesday, (erk?cm nk wat english composition lak) well, im an English teacher...heh! so, last tuesday, aku n lianot, cam bese la...stay back at skool sbb de persatuan...aku PBSM n lianot Pengakap..haha! klaka gilE! xpnah aku taw rukun2 PBSM...dpn murid2 kne la wat taw..kn kn kn? kne look good beb...<br />hoho....<br /><br />that day, bdk2 ni kne masak nasik...erm, dont know la what gonna happens. nasik ke bubur! heh! under estimate lak kt bdk2 nih...amazingly, they all can cook laa..jap jek da msk nasik tuh!<br />xmentah pon! hebat seh! tgk la students sape...ngeh ngeh!<br /><br />they were all like very excited mse nk msk nasik tuh! aku cm bese la..wat2 pndai msk nasik!(tp mmg pndai pon! weks...)<br /><br />tp yg aku plg haru skali, mse nk tlg bdk2 tiup kn api dorg...asap msuk mte, n then kua la tears... n all bdk2 2 tnye...ckgu, nape nngis? xkuase aku nk nngis time2 cm tu...tp, apsal dorg x berair mte ek?kompius aku! ke dorg lg terer dr aku...hukhuk!<br /><br />nway, mse nk bgkus nsi lemak tu lak 1 hal lg...de sorg girl ni hebat gile n cntik gile die bgkus nasi lemak..cm kt kdai2 gitu...tnye punye tnye...mak die mmg bkak kdai nsi lemak daaa....<br />adoiii....pttla cntik jek wrapping die...tp i forgot nk amek pic tuh...xley r nk share ngn u all...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/Sfh1jJytBgI/AAAAAAAAAFU/XMPnrRx9k0A/s1600-h/DSC00766.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330139405777438210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/Sfh1jJytBgI/AAAAAAAAAFU/XMPnrRx9k0A/s400/DSC00766.JPG" border="0" /></a> ni aksi mkn2 after cooking..</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/Sfh1i9Qm0oI/AAAAAAAAAFM/S-FVag3lau4/s1600-h/DSC00754.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330139402413200002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/Sfh1i9Qm0oI/AAAAAAAAAFM/S-FVag3lau4/s400/DSC00754.JPG" border="0" /></a> ni lak acara wrapping nsi lemak...<br />kt atas rumput beb....hebat gle!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/Sfh1iq_iV9I/AAAAAAAAAFE/w7wzIvP-v-k/s1600-h/DSC00752.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330139397509765074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/Sfh1iq_iV9I/AAAAAAAAAFE/w7wzIvP-v-k/s400/DSC00752.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />acara memasak nasi sedang dijalankan...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/Sfh1iRuR8oI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WcfLoh6MC9U/s1600-h/DSC00751.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330139390726500994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/Sfh1iRuR8oI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WcfLoh6MC9U/s400/DSC00751.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />pupils nga sebok kn diri..konon2 je tuh! sbb nk msuk dlm gmbr..<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/Sfh1iPSlIAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/4Nc551FIrjk/s1600-h/DSC00747.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330139390073446402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/Sfh1iPSlIAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/4Nc551FIrjk/s400/DSC00747.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />before the cooking took place, they all were discussing bout what menu to cook...</div><div>(ye la tuh)<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><br /></div>rEEnarEEnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01918253916947177937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559718137739879923.post-24637377376595253842009-04-29T07:57:00.000-07:002009-04-29T08:18:15.994-07:00~ the daily journey~My journey to skool starts at 6.30 every morning....monday til friday...n it will ends on 10th july nnti...(lmbt nye nk smpi to dat tarikh!) huu...<br />Mse 1st week of teaching ari tu, i woke up at 5.30 in the morning. n started 35-minute-journey at 6.05 a.m.<br />aduyai...memeng mnguji kesabaran seorg manusia tol laa...<br />well, i'm not a morning person, but since i've being called a teacher now, so i need to change that laa...<br />so, tuk hilangkn ngntuk every morning, i treat my eyes by looking at these lukisan alam...<br />begitu aturan Tuhan...erk?trnyanti lagu hijjaz lak...heh!<br />btw, hepi viewing the pics...<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/SfhrgzyLlOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/uIl2nk-Ylsc/s1600-h/DSC00738.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330128370393650402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/SfhrgzyLlOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/uIl2nk-Ylsc/s400/DSC00738.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/SfhrgngShXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/K0oHvtV25pk/s1600-h/DSC00743.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330128367097382258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/SfhrgngShXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/K0oHvtV25pk/s400/DSC00743.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/SfhrgrDT7TI/AAAAAAAAADw/p4x55vRKJmc/s1600-h/DSC00737.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330128368049581362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/SfhrgrDT7TI/AAAAAAAAADw/p4x55vRKJmc/s400/DSC00737.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/SfhrgVTx5LI/AAAAAAAAADo/9A7pFShpGeQ/s1600-h/DSC00744.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330128362213074098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/SfhrgVTx5LI/AAAAAAAAADo/9A7pFShpGeQ/s400/DSC00744.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />bayangan kotak tisu lianot menghantui di cermin depan keta.....</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">that's all! ;-)<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>rEEnarEEnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01918253916947177937noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559718137739879923.post-45247442028917888602009-04-27T23:24:00.000-07:002009-04-27T23:48:44.842-07:00Cinta Hakiki<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/Sfall3zp4WI/AAAAAAAAADg/KxQHh9xsZkM/s1600-h/ketika_cinta_bertasbih.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/Sfall3zp4WI/AAAAAAAAADg/KxQHh9xsZkM/s400/ketika_cinta_bertasbih.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329629279093907810" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/Sfallnex5EI/AAAAAAAAADY/V2fzx4DaudM/s1600-h/inikah-cinta.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 332px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/Sfallnex5EI/AAAAAAAAADY/V2fzx4DaudM/s400/inikah-cinta.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329629274711385154" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/SfallWB1sQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vs-cZvPnbXo/s1600-h/cinta_movie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/SfallWB1sQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vs-cZvPnbXo/s400/cinta_movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329629270026596610" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/SfalleIsxYI/AAAAAAAAADI/ng948bJAeK0/s1600-h/ayat-ayat-cinta.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/SfalleIsxYI/AAAAAAAAADI/ng948bJAeK0/s400/ayat-ayat-cinta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329629272202855810" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Readers! i tot of sharing this piece of mind with all of u...hepi reading!<br /><br /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" > Cinta yang hakiki ialah cinta oleh akal dan hati. Tanpa melihat atau berjumpa, ia sudah bertaut dan dapat dirasa kerana yang bersatu adalah hati, bukannya fizikal dan ia disatukan oleh tali Allah dan bukannya oleh nafsu dan kepentingan diri.<br /><br /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >CINTA.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" > Ia adalah kuasa, tetapi kuasa itu memerlukan peraturan dan kawalan. Sebagaimana jasad memerlukan makanan, begitulah jua halnya dengan jiwa yang memerlukan cinta. Allah menciptakan naluri tersebut kerana ingin menyelamatkan, membahagiakan dan mententeramkan jiwa manusia.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" > Hukum cinta perlu dipatuhi agar maksud penciptaannya tercapai. Cintailah sesiapa pun, asalkan cinta itu dapat memberi lorong yang sebaik-baiknya untuk kita terus menyintai Allah.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Cinta.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" > Ia haruslah dibina atas dasar cinta kepada Allah. Sebagai bukti,kita akan mendahulukan kehendak kecintaan kita kepada Allah melebihi kehendak kecintaan kita kepada yang lain.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Cinta suci.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" > Ia tumbuh atas dasar tapak yang murni dan selalunya didorong oleh faktor agama, akhlak, kewibawaan dan keperibadian yang baik. Dorongan dan rangsangan yang menyuburkan cinta ini tidak memerlukan kata-kata luahan yang indah.Namun, body language sudah cukup membuktikan betapa dalamnya cinta ini.Kebiasaannya, cinta suci seperti ini pasti akan membawa ke gerbang perkahwinan untuk bercinta lagi dengan seribu keindahan. Bahkan jika diizinkan Allah, ia akan bersambung di akhirat. Suami yang soleh dan isteri yang solehah akan bercinta lagi di akhirat.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" > Jikalau cinta seseorang itu benar2 hanya kerana Allah, dia akan lebih khusyu' dalam solatnya dan semakin bertambah pula amal ibadat dan ketakwaannya kepada Allah. Sebaliknya, jikalau hubungannya dengan Allah semakin renggang dan mengarahkan dirinya melakukan perkara-perkara yang merugikan dan melalaikan, itu ertinya Cinta nafsu.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" > Cinta yang bersalut nafsu akan mudah diganggu oleh syaitan. Maka akan berlakulah zina hati dan mata. Jika demikianlah keadaannya, bagaimana akan khusyu' solatnya? Orang yang sebegini sifatnya jikalau dia mengaku yang cintanya itu dibina atas dasar cinta kepada Allah jelaslah yang dia telah menipu dirinya sendiri. Mustahil boleh bersatu dua unsur yang berlainan dalam satu masa sebagaimana sukarnya air dan minyak bercantum menjadi satu.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" > Semangat itu perlu untuk menghidupkan perjuangan yang telah lama mati dalam diri. Tetapi bukankah kita masih mempunyai Allah? Bergantung sepenuhnya kepada Allah itulah sebaik-baik pilihan.Tidak ada usaha yang luar biasa dilakukan oleh pejuang-pejuang agama Allah untuk menegakkan kebenaran. Mereka hanya menundukkan nafsu dan menguasainya. Perjuangan menegakkan kalimah Allah memang pahit. Tohmahan dan hinaan datang silih berganti. Namun, syurga dan segala nikmatnya telah dijanjikan oleh Allah buat hamba-hambaNya yang bersabar.</span>rEEnarEEnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01918253916947177937noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559718137739879923.post-48428584393908744642009-04-19T03:52:00.000-07:002009-04-19T04:01:09.878-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/SesDflUnonI/AAAAAAAAADA/bSx2NuRJF8M/s1600-h/DSC00732.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/SesDflUnonI/AAAAAAAAADA/bSx2NuRJF8M/s400/DSC00732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326354825425166962" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">ni ha, bdk2 yg smgat waja tuk bergotong royong! cayalah!</span></span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Exhausted!<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">And very the penat. Ari ni sabtu. I should just stay at home but today ade gotong royong kat skool. So, gotta wake up early dis morning and bersiap secepat mungkin to attend the gotong royong. What to do…a new guru pelatih, so the sentiment of bullying is still exist in senior teachers’ mind. Bully here not the same as they kick your ass or poke your head like teens used to do.. Erm, I would say it is covertly bully the new pelatih laa..hohoho! by doing this and that…schools’ work lorr…<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> But, never mind…at least I learn something from them. How to manage file, how to tidy up rooms?erk perlu ke? Kat uma pon da slalu wat pe! Huuu.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Anyway, it’s good to involve yourself in activities like this. (juz being on positive side)</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> Em, pe lagi ek?ha, I felt very hepy when students were already at school as I stepped in the school’s compound. The gotong royong supposed to start at 8.30. but the students were already there since 8. huish, semangat tol bebudak nih! Cayalah! N they were very helpful. Tak payah nak suruh buat ape, becoz they know what to do… panggil sekali je, dtg berduyun nk tlg teacher. Erm, anak sape ni eh…huuu.</span><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> Tp xtaw la kot2 dorang very the excited to help becoz I’m the new teacher. So, they thought I am good enuff la kot. Yela, teacher yg xpenah get mad at them. Hmmm, once I start my class on next Monday, they’ll know who I am. hohoho!</span>rEEnarEEnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01918253916947177937noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559718137739879923.post-36212890782373954852009-04-19T03:25:00.000-07:002009-04-19T03:51:57.331-07:00tHe lucKiESt SKooL<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/Ser_T525LFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jj4PyH9KYgA/s1600-h/DSC00731.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/Ser_T525LFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/jj4PyH9KYgA/s400/DSC00731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326350226732690514" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/Ser_ToFLKPI/AAAAAAAAACw/zaX2JEgEA64/s1600-h/DSC00730.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/Ser_ToFLKPI/AAAAAAAAACw/zaX2JEgEA64/s400/DSC00730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326350221960751346" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/Ser_TdwcX0I/AAAAAAAAACo/RcdSr1mUjZ8/s1600-h/DSC00729.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/Ser_TdwcX0I/AAAAAAAAACo/RcdSr1mUjZ8/s400/DSC00729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326350219189444418" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/Ser_TNH_RaI/AAAAAAAAACg/AoFWKvFuljk/s1600-h/DSC00728.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/Ser_TNH_RaI/AAAAAAAAACg/AoFWKvFuljk/s400/DSC00728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326350214724797858" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/Ser_S0zdpkI/AAAAAAAAACY/xDRO8Dk2KU0/s1600-h/DSC00695.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/Ser_S0zdpkI/AAAAAAAAACY/xDRO8Dk2KU0/s400/DSC00695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326350208196257346" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >SK Chohong.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" > That’s the name of my school for my 3-month-practicum. Never heard of this school before. But I do hope that it will be a good place to work for RM10 per day. Huuu. Anyway, a little bit info bout my school, it is listed under SKM (sekolah kurang murid) n actually cikgu also kureng…ooops..kurang! murid 94 org jek. N cikgu 13 org. n gess wat? My class 10 org murid. That’s the best aspect of this school. Very different la from my other friends. Dorg mostly dpt 30 until 45 murid per class. Thank God! ;-)</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br />Erm, pe lg ek nk cite psl skool ni…pk jap…ha, skool ni pon kcik gak. Kcik gle. Setiap darjah 1 till darjah 6 de 1 class jek. Meaning, darjah 1 1 klas, darjah 2 1 klas,….smpi darjah 6 1 klas. Luas skool ni pon xbrape luas la…seswai la ngan kurang murid nye tu…</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >N the thing that surprised me is this skool has no staff room. Xde bilik cikgu wei…</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Agak2 la kn…taw la kureng cikgu, tp xkn xde bilik guru…hukhukhuk</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br />That is the fact la aku n lianot should accept. Korg gess la kat ne ktorg duduk2 if we don’t have class…can u guys gess? Library?Salah….ofis?salah….bilik guru? Lg la salah… kat kantin wei! Can u imagine?cannot? cannnnn! We all duduk kt atas bgku kntin n put our books n stuffs kt meja kantin. N we are very happy with it! ;-0</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Every morning, we will sit there until the school’s bell rings then we can get up from that bangku. If I have class pon, I don’t have the chance to sit on teacher’s comfy chair becoz teaching n learning is more effective when teacher moves about in classroom. Kan kan kan? ;-p</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br />Erm, this first whole week , I didn’t teach pon becoz SK Chohong is having examination. I just entered the class to invigilate je la not teaching. When I was in the school, I really cant wait to go home. Even though it is 45-minute-journey, aku n lianot still excited nk blik..kalo bley, nak rebut2 ngn students kuar pintu pgar skool. Tp pride kne jage beb…! Hohoho!</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br /><br />Ha, lg 1 I wanna share with u readers, about FOOD! Why did I capitalized the word food? Becoz food is very essential to me an lianot. We r the FOOD MANIAC! Hahahaha! u know wat? We were very disappointed la with the condition of food at the school canteen. Cam nk xnk jek msk…yela, da cikgu kureng! I repeat, cikgu kurang la…adusss….</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Tp xpe, we still gotta eat. Alas perot…even xsedap, we hav to telan jek...seb baek telan tu keje senang jek. Kalo x, msti aku complain gak nnti…manusia mmg camni kn…suke komplen..Huuu.<br /><br />I just need time tuk besekan diri ngn environment skool tuh..so, hopefully, sooner or later I will feel comfortable and happy with it. ;-)</span>rEEnarEEnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01918253916947177937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559718137739879923.post-85590385775827057292009-03-15T02:38:00.000-07:002009-03-20T06:07:47.107-07:00a box full of Kisses ;-*<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/SbzPThHxFvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rbD2MvAQ5lM/s1600-h/gift_bow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/SbzPThHxFvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rbD2MvAQ5lM/s400/gift_bow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313349594605754098" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" >The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy."<br /><br /></span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" >The man was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found out the box was empty. He yelled at her, stating, "Don’t you know, when you give someone a present, there is supposed to be something inside? The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and cried, "Oh, Daddy, it’s not empty at all. I blew kisses into the box. They’re all for you, Daddy."</span> <div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"><span style="font-family:verdana;">The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness.</span> </div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" >Only a short time later, an accident took the life of the child. It is also told that her father kept that gold box by his bed for many years and, whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.<br /><br /></span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;" >In a very real sense, each one of us, as humans beings, have been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses… from our parents, family members, friends, and Allah. There is simply no other possession, anyone could hold, more precious than this.</span>rEEnarEEnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01918253916947177937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559718137739879923.post-61998473000771052992009-03-15T01:34:00.000-07:002009-03-15T02:05:54.936-07:00i wish i could save you<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/SbzE1ESgnLI/AAAAAAAAABw/IPS_y0hjsqc/s1600-h/father_daughter_beach.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/SbzE1ESgnLI/AAAAAAAAABw/IPS_y0hjsqc/s400/father_daughter_beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313338076353830066" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/SbzCF7u2ESI/AAAAAAAAABo/wxb4-p_poN8/s1600-h/thumbnail.aspx.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 149px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/SbzCF7u2ESI/AAAAAAAAABo/wxb4-p_poN8/s400/thumbnail.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313335067579650338" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Nothing else I can say except for a million thanks for being such a great man in my life. If I get the chance, that is the only words I want to say it out loud to you. You inspire me a lot bah... Your words are magical spells that change me. From a lazy daughter becomes not so lazy one…from a cry-a-lot child becomes a person who can control her tears not to drop easily… from a very sulking child and still be a sulking grown up girl. Hee! This one only I cannot change. Actually, it’s not because of I cannot change but I don’t want to change. I love to listen to abah’s tone when he pacifies me. He is a garang dad, but when any of my siblings get sulk, (most of the time would be ME) then, he changes his tone and pleads and it sounds so calm and I can feel that I’m on the top of the world… :-P </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Abah…</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">I miss your laugh during our feeling good time, miss your snore when you accompany me sleeping at the hall after watching scary movie, miss your voice of reciting Quran, miss to be your ma’mum during our praying times, miss to massage your back when you cough a lot at the middle of the night, miss to wave at you from a bus window, miss to kiss your cheeks and hands, miss to pick out unwanted uban at your eye brows, miss to listen to your stories about your colleagues and works, miss….every little thing about you… Dear Allah, sampaikan salam rindu ku pada nya…<br /><br /></span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Every corner of our home reminds me about you… The fact is, you will never return to our home that used to be your favourite place. Allah’s sayings are obviously right. This world is only a transit to go to the eternal place called akhirah. So, during the transit, we just need to be prepared and stay at the right entrance. Do not ever feel to change our mind to go to another destination or do not stray away from this transit or else we might get lost and cannot find our way back…</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> This is His promise. What we need to do is stay focus…<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Now, I want to smile a lot bah…thinking that you are safe with the Greatest Creator. May He showers His Mercy on you. I will always pray for you until my turn to meet Him arrived. </span>rEEnarEEnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01918253916947177937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559718137739879923.post-90408848442223742612009-01-26T04:29:00.000-08:002009-04-27T22:59:37.960-07:00stay back??oh nooo!<span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">it's been a long time i didnt update my liliclilac nih...yela, since got no story to write, so i just being silent laa..heee</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">well, today aku n lianot stay back at skool. de kelab and persatuan lorr..hukhuk. as a guru penasihat for PBSM, aku kene la wat muka rajin even though rase cm nk blk tido jek...ari slase la aku plg sedih sbb xleh blk awl...hukhuk</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">thank God, this friday is holiday. it motivates me a lot! sape kate bdk2 je suka cuti?ckgu pon suke gak taw...especially teacher like me! heh.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">nway, activity for today is cooking nasi lemak...the pupils from year 4 until 6 going to cook nasi lemak..erk?? xtaw la pe rase nye nnti...huuu. n i will post their pictures cooking nasi lemak in the next entry. so, stay tuned! cewah....</span><br /><br /><br /></span></span>rEEnarEEnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01918253916947177937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559718137739879923.post-43706569811627138802008-11-12T00:37:00.000-08:002008-11-12T00:56:27.607-08:00syukur...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/SRqaJCOuGlI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MWjHwKC1oCA/s1600-h/1396421804_32b3f685eb.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/SRqaJCOuGlI/AAAAAAAAAAw/MWjHwKC1oCA/s320/1396421804_32b3f685eb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267692194171329106" border="0" /></a><br /><h1></h1><p><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);">Bersyukurlah kepada Allah apabila bayang-bayang mengekori setiap langkah kita, kerana itu bermakna matahari masih menyinari hidup ini…</span></p> <p><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);">Bersyukurlah kepada Nya apabila kita terpaksa mengemas rumah, kerana itu bermakna kita masih ada rumah untuk berteduh…</span></p> <p><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);">Bersyukurlah kepada Nya apabila kita diganggu oleh bunyi bising kenderaan yang lalu lalang, kerana itu bermakna kita tidak pekak….</span></p> <p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);">Bersyukurlah kepada Nya apabila parents kita membebel, kerana itu bermakna masih ada orang yang menyayangi kita….</span></p> <p><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);">Dan…</span></p> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204);">Bersyukurlah kepada Nya apabila mimpi indah kita terbantut disebabkan bunyi alarm clock, kerana itu bermakna kita masih bernyawa dan masih sempat untuk bersyukur kepada Nya di atas semua nikmat yang dikurniakan oleh Nya…<br /><br /></span>rEEnarEEnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01918253916947177937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2559718137739879923.post-35368828808894726122008-11-12T00:30:00.000-08:002008-11-12T01:12:33.437-08:00Bila Al-quran berbicara...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/SRqd4bVm1yI/AAAAAAAAABI/p3XDjPF4ad4/s1600-h/quran.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 164px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/SRqd4bVm1yI/AAAAAAAAABI/p3XDjPF4ad4/s320/quran.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267696306899834658" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/SRqdKJBwFdI/AAAAAAAAABA/UU81Rcu4BzA/s1600-h/ngaji.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/SRqdKJBwFdI/AAAAAAAAABA/UU81Rcu4BzA/s320/ngaji.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267695511710733778" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/SRqaeG1Ju4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/yfX6QaKWO1I/s1600-h/spaceball.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7aLg9S9dWRc/SRqaeG1Ju4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/yfX6QaKWO1I/s320/spaceball.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267692556183518082" border="0" /></a><br /><p>Waktu engkau masih kanak-kanak………….<br />kau laksana kawan sejatiku<br />Dengan wudu’, Aku kau sentuh dalam keadaan suci,<br />Aku kau pegang Aku,kau junjung dan kau pelajari<br />Aku engkau baca dengan suara lirih atau pun keras setiap hari<br />Setelah selesai engkau menciumku mesra </p> <p>Sekarang engkau telah dewasa…………..<br />Nampaknya kau sudah tak berminat lagi padaku…<br />Apakah Aku bahan bacaan usang yang tinggal sejarah…?<br />Menurutmu, mungkin aku bahan bacaan yang tidak menambah pengetahuanmu Atau, menurutmu aku hanya untuk anak kecil yang belajar mengaji…….<br />Sekarang, Aku tersimpan rapi sekali;<br />sehingga engkau lupa di mana Aku tersimpan<br />Aku sudah engkau anggap hanya sebagai pengisi setormu. </p> <p>Kadang kala Aku dijadikan mas kawin agar engkau dianggap bertaqwa<br />Atau Aku kau buat penangkal untuk menakuti iblis dan syaitan<br />Kini Aku lebih banyak tersingkir, dibiarkan dalam kesendirian ,<br />kesepian.<br />Di dalam almari, di dalam laci, aku engkau pendamkan. Dulu…pagi-pagi…surah-surah yang ada padaku engkau baca beberapa halaman.<br />Di waktu petang, Aku kau baca beramai-ramai bersama temanmu<br />di surau….. </p> <p>Sekarang…seawal pagi sambil minum kopi…engkau baca surat khabar<br />dahulu Waktu lapang engkau membaca buku karangan manusia<br />Sedangkan Aku yang berisi ayat-ayat yang datang dari Allah<br />Azzawajalla,<br />Engkau engkau abaikan dan engkau lupakan… </p> <p>Waktu berangkat kerja pun kadang engkau lupa baca pembuka surah2ku(Bismillah). Di dalam perjalanan engkau lebih asyik menikmati muzik duniawi<br />Tidak ada kaset yang berisi ayat Allah yang terdapat di dalam keretamu<br />Sepanjang perjalanan,radiomu selalu tertuju ke stesyen radio<br />kesukaanmu Mengasyikkan… </p> <p>Di meja kerjamu tidak ada Aku untuk kau baca sebelum kau mulai kerja<br />Di laptopmu pun kau putar muzik favorite mu<br />Jarang sekali engkau putar ayat-ayatku………<br />E-mail temanmu yang ada ayat-ayatku pun kau abaikan<br />Engkau terlalu sibuk dengan urusan dunia mu<br />Benarlah dugaanku bahawa engkau kini sudah benar-benar hampir<br />melupaiku </p> <p>Bila malam tiba engkau tahan bersekang mata berjam-jam di depan TV.<br />Menonton siaran televisyen<br />Di depan laptop berjam-jam engkau betah duduk<br />Hanya sekedar membaca berita murahan dan gambar sampah<br />Waktupun cepat berlalu………<br />Aku semakin kusam dalam laci-laci mu<br />Mengumpul debu atau mungkin dimakan hama </p> <p>Seingatku, hanya awal Ramadhan engkau membacaku kembali<br />Itupun hanya beberapa lembar dariku.<br />Dengan suara dan lafadz yang tidak semerdu dulu<br />Engkaupun kini terangkak-rangkak ketika membacaku<br />Atau waktu kematian saudara atau taulan mu </p> <p>Bila engkau di kubur sendirian menunggu sampai kiamat tiba<br />Engkau akan diperiksa oleh para malaikat suruhanNya<br />Apakah TV, radio ,hiburan atau laptop dapat menolong kamu?<br />Yang pasti ayat-ayat Allah s.w.t yang ada padaku menolong mu<br />Itu janji Tuhanmu, Allah s.w.t </p> <p>Sekarang engkau begitu enteng membuang waktumu…<br />Setiap saat berlalu…<br />Dan akhirnya…..<br />kubur yang setia menunggu mu………..<br />Engkau pasti kembali, kembali kepada Tuhanmu selalu<br />dan engkau hayati…<br />Di kuburmu nanti….<br />Aku akan datang sebagai pemuda gagah nan tampan.<br />Yang akan membantu engkau membela diri<br />Dalam perjalanan ke alam akhirat.<br />Dan Akulah "Al-Qur’an",kitab sucimu<br />Yang senantiasa setia menemani dan melindungimu.<br />Peganglah Aku kembali.. .. bacalah aku kembali aku setiap hari.<br />Karena ayat-ayat yang ada padaku adalah ayat-ayat suci.<br />Yang berasal dari Allah Azzawajalla<br />Tuhan Yang Maha Pengasih dan Maha Pemurah<br />Yang disampaikan oleh Jibril melalui Rasulmu<br />Keluarkanlah segera Aku dari almari, lacimu…….<br />Letakkan aku selalu di depan meja kerjamu.<br />Agar engkau senantiasa mengingat Tuhanmu.<br />Sentuhilah Aku kembali… </p> <p>Baca dan pelajari lagi Aku….<br />Setiap datangnya pagi, petang dan malam hari walau secebis ayat<br />Seperti dulu…. Waktu engkau masih kecil<br />Di surau kecil kampungmu yang damai<br />Jangan aku engkau biarkan aku sendiri…. Dalam bisu dan sepi….</p><br /><p><br /></p><p>-May21st 2007-<br /></p>rEEnarEEnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01918253916947177937noreply@blogger.com0