Sahabatku..
Dulu semalam dan hari ini,kau mlihat generasi demi generasi mghancurkn khidupan mereka dgn mgingkari ALLAH,
Lalu kau tunduk kesedihan dan kebuntuan..
Kau benar2 kebingungan dan bertanya:
Apa yg harus ku lakukan utk menebus kelelahan umat ini??
Jawabku : bukankah kau adalah da'ei dan mujahid@ mujahidah?
Katamu lagi :
Tapi langkahku terlalu lambat...
Jawabku : kau lambat kerana kau sendiri sibuk dgn urusan duniamu..
Mengejar impianmu dan lupa akan hari kebangkitan..
Pada hari itu amalmu terbentang, tubuhmu terbuka..
Apakah di sana ad bekalmu?
"Pd akhr zmn, org2 y mmegang tali pjuangn itu bgaikan mnggenggam bara api,andai trus dgenggam hancur luluh jiwanya. Namun andai dlepaskn hncurlah dunia. Jgn tkut utk bjuang krn org2 y bjuang ini mmg drintangi ujian. Sesungguhny ALLAH sentiasa bsama org2 y sabar..
Kita hidup utk pjuangn dan mati utk kehidupn.. Syurga impian..."
-Imam Nawawi-
~salam alaik.ada sesiapa yg t'kesan dgn ayat2 di atas?frankly,i'm one of those yg terasa.sebab,apa2 pon,i surely have to look upon myself.am i perfect?*i'll never be one,indeed.
Am i able to keep on make myself mujahadah dlm b'juang demi agama?demi ad-deen yg t'cinta?subhanallah.mata dah mula rasa panas.nasib baik menaip entry ni smbil telentang kn.if duduk,rsanya dah banjir bilik ni.huhu.*a litle exeggerate there.papela.btw,we,have to,always ask ourselves,"what i did for my deen today?"
"did i contribute anything to my deen?"
Bila fikir2 balik,mmg rasa nk nanges non-stop la kn.sbb rsa dah waste byk sgt masa dgn hal2 dunia yg xkan kita bwa ke 'sana'.and recently,there are too many things yg touched my heart,and my soul.one of them is when i took part in Poetry Out Loud that being organised by my senior Tesl Upsi Cohort 5.the title of the poem that my team recited was 'hijab poem'.actually this poem was adapted from 'niqab poem'.but eventually,we decided to do some changes to the poem.and we practiced at the very last minute because that day of competition was very busy.but alhamdulillah.we managed to deliver the poem nicely.and,before we ended the performance,i recited one quotation from surah an-nur,ayat 31.mybe u can refer to ur tafsir.actually,the idea of reciting that verse just came at the very3 last minute.and,alhamdulillah.i have iquran app in my fon that the translation is in English,where i find the translation is more meaningful.like seriously.anyone here agree with me?!oh thank you!! * muka excited!!
Ahaa..i have story to tell when i was in the middle of performance,where i felt so SEBAK,just dont know why.but i held my feeling,that was boiling inside.i was afraid of bursting everything on stage and ruin everything,then made the message couldnt be delivered.and,alhamdlillah.Allah helps me.He knows my team's intention that time.thats why He holds me from blurting everything openly.after the performance,i walked down from stage,with mixed feelings.many audiences wished congrate to us.and I,as soon as I sit on my place,waaa..apa lagi kn..leleh laa.sebab??dont know.i feel like something that cant be described.and,the result was,we got 3rd place,which we found it very meaningful because 2 of the 3 judges are non-muslim.can u see my invisible point?!and things even more surprising like 'wow!what a surprise' when one of the non-muslim judges came and shake my hand,thus hugged me while saying "congratulations Amalini,got lots of message there"
And i,wow!what a surprise!!even she can 'feel' what my team were delivering and seemingly,she just can get the underlying meaning from the poem and the quotation itself.and,again,it was WOW!! Alhamdulillah.and after i returned to my room,i performed isyak prayer,and then doa to Allah,for Him to 'send' guidance to those who were in the hall,to think of the message,and,digest..and...*u guys sambung sndri smbil buat drama pn ok gk..
And yeah.tugas kita sbg org islam adalah deliver,dan sesungguhnya hidayah itu adalah milik Allah.Allah tahu siapa yg layak terima hidayahNya.
Rasanya tu je la kot for today.
Ah,happy holiday to all ipgksahians.
Jaga diri.
Jaga iman.
InsyaAllah.
Kita jumpa di SANA.
Ameen.
Salam alaik.
With love,
~Cahaya Amalanku~
Dulu semalam dan hari ini,kau mlihat generasi demi generasi mghancurkn khidupan mereka dgn mgingkari ALLAH,
Lalu kau tunduk kesedihan dan kebuntuan..
Kau benar2 kebingungan dan bertanya:
Apa yg harus ku lakukan utk menebus kelelahan umat ini??
Jawabku : bukankah kau adalah da'ei dan mujahid@ mujahidah?
Katamu lagi :
Tapi langkahku terlalu lambat...
Jawabku : kau lambat kerana kau sendiri sibuk dgn urusan duniamu..
Mengejar impianmu dan lupa akan hari kebangkitan..
Pada hari itu amalmu terbentang, tubuhmu terbuka..
Apakah di sana ad bekalmu?
"Pd akhr zmn, org2 y mmegang tali pjuangn itu bgaikan mnggenggam bara api,andai trus dgenggam hancur luluh jiwanya. Namun andai dlepaskn hncurlah dunia. Jgn tkut utk bjuang krn org2 y bjuang ini mmg drintangi ujian. Sesungguhny ALLAH sentiasa bsama org2 y sabar..
Kita hidup utk pjuangn dan mati utk kehidupn.. Syurga impian..."
-Imam Nawawi-
~salam alaik.ada sesiapa yg t'kesan dgn ayat2 di atas?frankly,i'm one of those yg terasa.sebab,apa2 pon,i surely have to look upon myself.am i perfect?*i'll never be one,indeed.
Am i able to keep on make myself mujahadah dlm b'juang demi agama?demi ad-deen yg t'cinta?subhanallah.mata dah mula rasa panas.nasib baik menaip entry ni smbil telentang kn.if duduk,rsanya dah banjir bilik ni.huhu.*a litle exeggerate there.papela.btw,we,have to,always ask ourselves,"what i did for my deen today?"
"did i contribute anything to my deen?"
Bila fikir2 balik,mmg rasa nk nanges non-stop la kn.sbb rsa dah waste byk sgt masa dgn hal2 dunia yg xkan kita bwa ke 'sana'.and recently,there are too many things yg touched my heart,and my soul.one of them is when i took part in Poetry Out Loud that being organised by my senior Tesl Upsi Cohort 5.the title of the poem that my team recited was 'hijab poem'.actually this poem was adapted from 'niqab poem'.but eventually,we decided to do some changes to the poem.and we practiced at the very last minute because that day of competition was very busy.but alhamdulillah.we managed to deliver the poem nicely.and,before we ended the performance,i recited one quotation from surah an-nur,ayat 31.mybe u can refer to ur tafsir.actually,the idea of reciting that verse just came at the very3 last minute.and,alhamdulillah.i have iquran app in my fon that the translation is in English,where i find the translation is more meaningful.like seriously.anyone here agree with me?!oh thank you!! * muka excited!!
Ahaa..i have story to tell when i was in the middle of performance,where i felt so SEBAK,just dont know why.but i held my feeling,that was boiling inside.i was afraid of bursting everything on stage and ruin everything,then made the message couldnt be delivered.and,alhamdlillah.Allah helps me.He knows my team's intention that time.thats why He holds me from blurting everything openly.after the performance,i walked down from stage,with mixed feelings.many audiences wished congrate to us.and I,as soon as I sit on my place,waaa..apa lagi kn..leleh laa.sebab??dont know.i feel like something that cant be described.and,the result was,we got 3rd place,which we found it very meaningful because 2 of the 3 judges are non-muslim.can u see my invisible point?!and things even more surprising like 'wow!what a surprise' when one of the non-muslim judges came and shake my hand,thus hugged me while saying "congratulations Amalini,got lots of message there"
And i,wow!what a surprise!!even she can 'feel' what my team were delivering and seemingly,she just can get the underlying meaning from the poem and the quotation itself.and,again,it was WOW!! Alhamdulillah.and after i returned to my room,i performed isyak prayer,and then doa to Allah,for Him to 'send' guidance to those who were in the hall,to think of the message,and,digest..and...*u guys sambung sndri smbil buat drama pn ok gk..
And yeah.tugas kita sbg org islam adalah deliver,dan sesungguhnya hidayah itu adalah milik Allah.Allah tahu siapa yg layak terima hidayahNya.
Rasanya tu je la kot for today.
Ah,happy holiday to all ipgksahians.
Jaga diri.
Jaga iman.
InsyaAllah.
Kita jumpa di SANA.
Ameen.
Salam alaik.
With love,
~Cahaya Amalanku~
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berusaha dan sme2 mengingatkan org sekeliling kte utk dekatkan pd Pencipta.. cari redha Allah dunia dan akhirat.. kebahagiaan dan ketenangan bakal kte nikmati.. ikhlas krn Allah.. Insya-Allah... semakin kte dkt semakin Allah memeberikan yg terbaik buat kte =)
ReplyDeletenak tahu isi penuh sajak hijab tu.. _suzi_
ReplyDeletehere it goes..<3
ReplyDeleteNo I’m not crazy,
And yes I’m for real.
I’m not depressed,
And I’m not controlled.
I’m not a fashion slave,
Nor am I any man’s toy,
I have my own opinions,
And I have my own life.
I have many friends,
I have a personality.
And I have my say,
I also have a word or two,
For those whose thinking is astray.
I don’t care if he likes my hair,
Nor do I care for leather pants.
I think I’m beautiful,
Because God don’t make trash,
I also believe that covering myself
Is also respecting my body and my mind.
Just because you don’t know if my hair
Is red or black?
Or exactly how tight my jeans are,
Doesn’t mean I’m not me,
And don’t have a personality.
Only those who I chose,
Will see the outer me,
And everyone one will see the inner me.
I’ll voice my thoughts,
And I’ll give my ideas.
Whether you believe I have any or not.
I speak silently,
And not just anyone will hear my voice,
But everyone will hear what I say,
And what I believe in.
I’ll walk with my head high,
Without making a sound,
And everyone will see me.
My dress stops you from
Judging me by my body or my clothes.
And forces you to judge me
By my thoughts and my ideas.
Not everyone will see my face,
But everyone will see its glow.
And not anyone can shake my hand,
But everyone will feel my firm hold.
Not everyone can ask what he wants,
But they all know what I would say.
I have a life,
And I’m respected everywhere I go.
Boys don’t bug me nor do they stare.
Because they have nothing to stare at,
But they are forced to look at me.
I am me,
And when I go out I’m covered in black.
Not a thing will show.
Not my hands not my hair.
But my thoughts, and my ideas will.
And when you see me,
You’ll laugh and stare,
Because my hair isn’t showing.
And you can’t see my face.
You’ll think I’m crazy or depressed.
But no.
Only you are for being so ignorant.
So there.
nk copy poem nie msuk blog chek lah,hehee
ReplyDelete