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Bismillah. When it comes to the tasks that we ought to carry out ourselves, we tend to forget the Divine Power that may and may not let the outcome to happen - as expected, no? We rely too much on our so-called efforts that we neglect His say in our life. Okay, maybe the pronoun that I used is rather incorrect. Replace the word 'we' with I then. Hence, I admit that I do this sometimes (or is it most of the time? Gulps). It is as if I simply forget the way to really put my heart into the prayers that I make. What Allah says in the Quran is true then that humans will normally become forgetful of the vows that we create once the prayers are answered. Ungrateful, we are. Therefore, the ayahs in the picture are merely to remind myself that I must not forget. I must not forget to pray wholeheartedly. Beg if I must. Yes, begging is more like it. La yukalli fullahu nafsan illa wus'aha . You must remember Amal, remember that when you feel troubled, He's there - will alw...

Bismillah. I suppose that not going back for 4-day break is quite an accomplishment for me knowing the fact that I am the type of person who will usually grab the opportunity to lazy around at home whenever possible. Now that the commitments are piling up, there's no way that I can find time to put things off ever again (HA HA YOU WISH!). A good thing about spending your holiday at the college is you will insyaAllah (by hook or by crook) find ways to finish your assignments and revisions. It's just because college has less of distractions if compared to the everyday life at home, right? Not to forget, the bi'ah that we have here at Kolej MARA Seremban as well the people who exist around us, acting as the 'mobile motivating tools' - am indeed grateful for that, alhamdulillah! It's quite surprising that I feel less homesick nowadays. Is it because I'm getting used to being away from home or is it the mind-over-matter thingy that we usually experience onc...

Bismillah. Now that I have been away for quite some time, it feels rather awkward to start saying hi to you again. Nah, this is not an abstract piece, directed to my so-called future zauj blablabla. I am merely talking about posting any entry here, on this blog. The most solid reason why I have been abandoning you is that so many things are taking place in my life currently. So many MORE IMPORTANT things that I cannot afford to avert my attention away from them. Academic life of course and some other commitments that I must find way to cope well with. After all, the most honourable people are those who devote themselves for the benefits of others, isn't it? Thus, let's just put it this way; I am trying to make full use of the opportunities Allah gives me now in order to serve Him by doing works for people :) Updates: JOJI 4.0 had officially ended last week alhamdulillah. IELTS on November 1st. Re-take of English in less than 2 weeks.

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim. When I told myself that it won't really matter if I got excellent results or not as Allah knows what's best, I truly had no idea of how failure would affect my emotions, my faith. As He has always given me the ease in almost everything that I do in life so far, I never had the chance of experiencing the real feeling of frustration. Yes, never. So when I laid my eyes on my laptop screen the other day, I felt numb. The not so beautiful grades that danced before me froze the time. Everything came to a halt. I remember that when my room-mate asked about the results, I just smiled and said "Alhamdulillah, tapi tak ada A pun..". I couldn't believe my eyes that I expected for at least an A to pop out and replace its friends that bugged my view at that time. I just walked out of the room, holding the phone in my hands and started to dial ayah's number. I immediately broke the news to ayah that I have to re-sit for all papers next June...

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim. * I know that I shouldn't be associating an update here with the end of AS trial today but I couldn't escape from that fact, really. Ohhho so yes, alhamdulillah He eases every thing for me during the exam week now that I can heave a sigh of relief...temporarily..only. The countdown to the real AS on my phone is a perfect way to remind myself that whatever it is, the clock will not stop ticking and will probably just leave me if I were to be amazed with the momentary pleasure it brings. So here goes the usual update once I can find some time to be in front of the screen, typing the words of my mind. * A mask which I put on now shall not be the truth for the people's eyes. But somehow, I am compelled to remain veiled, beneath the most beautiful mask I could ever find so that I will, be the best person I can ever be. So that I shall be the person who Allah wants me to be. It's inevitable to look at the past that it was indeed quite ...

Bismillahirahmanirrahim. The unexpected disappearance of the plane MH370 brought me into thinking of the possibilities of anything to happen with His will. We often forget of His power to control everything that we put things in the hands of science and technology. We are humans, we forget. Tests. He puts a halt to the rain and brings the ghostly haze in. My nose couldn't smell anything but smoke these few days. That showed how critical the situation was for people in Malaysia. Patience is in need at this moment. We cannot afford to receive more whines coming from the irresponsible mouths. The ultimate solution is to seek for His help, search for His answers that lie within the Book. May these events have an impact in our hearts that we take a moment of our day to start pondering on our mistakes, the sins that we've done all this while. Afterall, Allah will never create unnecessary things in this world. Every calamity has its blessings and He's reaching out to us....

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim. It rained this evening, after a long month not seeing the sky cries. Alhamdulillah. I've been longing to smell that one particular odour of imminent rain as well as the refreshing odour of post-rain. Allah grants my prayer last night, He makes me experience those beauties again, today. The worry started when I noticed the colour of the grass turned to lifeless yellow. Each time I see this view, my heart stopped. My thoughts immediately diverted into thinking of the future catastrophe that might struck us. The absence of water and the scorching heat would certainly kill me inside. It's true when people say, "You won't miss the water till the well runs dry". It's our norm, I daresay. We'd only appreciate our necessities only when they're being grabbed away from us. We'd only be grateful and bow down to Him when His anger causes us adversity when the spirit is at the lowest of the lowest. There are underlying meanings...