dari jendela -: safiya Khairun NIsa :-

bismillahirrahmanirrahim..
this is the day that i realize that i manage to say goodbye to yesterday… Alhamdulillah..

Smile

 

 

Such a sweet smile

Owns by a boy

Someone sees

And then smiles

 

Smile brings joy

And smile gives comfort

Smile when happy

Also smile after victory

 

Someone smiles

Shown on the face

But only the heart knows

A sincere smile

 

Smile with feelings of togetherness

Smile with feelings of care

Smile with a bond of brotherhood

Smile towards a peaceful community

 

Smile of satisfaction

Can only be own

By someone

For submitting himself

To be a true servant

Of the Beneficient

Smile then

Is forever

There is a garden

Full of roses

Orchids and violets

Beautiful with all colours

A place to sit

A place to relax

Every family will love

There is a garden

Under which river flows

All types of fruits

So near to the hands

Eat whatever and whenever

That pleases whosoever

Whosoever that is chosen

To be in a great garden

And many more in the garden

Specially meant for those pardoned

Makes mistakes but forgiven

To Allah all the devotion

Garden

Guidance

We need to find a guide

A boy says to the rest

A group of boys are planning to climb a mountain

Now what they need is guidance

From an experienced climber

To show them the path and ways

To reach the top

Since small

Man needs guidance

How to feed

How to read and write

How to skip and play

When big

Man still needs guidance

How to be good at home

How to be good at office

How to be good in community

A guidance reaches the heart

It is so special

Why is it so

It comes from Allah

When Allah guides a heart

The owner never goes wrong

Day and night     

A little girl says

I sleep at night

And I wake up in the day

Still small

But she knows

After night comes day

And after day comes night

During the day the mother

Busy doing house chores

And the father goes to work

Everybody is happy

In broad daylight

When darkness comes

With tired bodies and mind

What can be found

Lying bodies sleeping sound

Day and night

Lets ponder how it changes

From bright to dark

A system so good

To be controlled by human

Glory be to Allah

The Creator

Changing day to night

And night to day

As a blessing to mankind

Promise

A girl is crying

Her father promises her to buy a doll

But he forgets

A teenager was looking

The examination slip shows he fails

He promises to study hard

But he doesn’t

So many people make promises

Some keep it

But many don’t

A promise

Easy to make

Hard to fulfill

Except for those determined

One

Who fulfills his promise

Even a deed

Small a mustard seed

Will be rewarded

Assalamualaikum..

hmm..cuti dah nak habis..dah lebih sebulan duk kat rumah, akhirnye kena pulang ke kuantan pulak..tak sabar rasanya nak balik kuantan..hmm..dapat posting apa lah agaknye..curious..

akhir-akhir ni ramai betul kawan-kawan semesti yg mendirikan rumahtangga..antaranya..bulan ni..afzan nur faiz, megat and shikhin, and juga khairul amilin…semuanya area-area kl..sure ramai kawan-kawan semesti yg pergi kenduri diorang tu..best nye..

bulan depan pulak..alyn and nik..and ada lagi..tapi masih dirahsiakan oleh empunya diri.. agaknya in 5 years time bile buat gathering..semua dah boleh bawa anak-anak masing-masing..

sedar tak sedar dah 6 tahun dah habis sekolah dah dah 6 tahun jugaklah bergelar budak medic uia..time passes by.. so much things has happen.. and yet to happen..

so much memories..

good and bad..

remebered and forgotten..

Friend

With whom are you going

A father asks his son

A friend

Comes the answer

One friend or many friends

It doesn’t matter

As long as the friend is special

Someone to tell

Someone to hear

Someone to share

And that is a friend

Sometimes difficult

Sometimes takes time

To find a friend

That really cares

Happy times and sad times

A friend is always there

Rekreasi minda

Bos: Aku dengar ngko selalu hilang time kerja, apasal?

Pekerja: Saya pergi semayang bos!

Bos: Aku bukan tak bagi ngko semayang, tapi pastikan keje siap dulu!

Pekerja: (dalam hati)..Masya-Allah!Dia tau ke apa yang dicakapkan ni?

Bos: Ngko semayang kuat-kuat pun belum tentu masuk syurga! ….kalau kerja tak siap, syarikat rugi juta-juta! Camana orang Islam nak maju?

Pekerja: Bos keje sampai kaya raya pun, bukan boleh beli syurga!

Bos: Er…anu..bukan camtu maksud aku!…Err……

..kite seringkali terlupa, dalam usaha mencari kekayaan di dunia, kite lupa pada pemilik kekayaan yang hakiki, iaitu pencipta kita yang Maha Esa..ingat Allah selalu, jangan kite lupa, insyaAllah..

Qana’ah

Rasulullah s.a.w bersabda : Qana’ah adalah suatu harta yang tidak akan habis

Qana’ah bermaksud menerima apa yang ada. Redha dengan pemberian Allah ta’ala kepada dirinya, kerana merasa bahawa memang itulah yang sudah menjadi rezekinya. Namun sama sekali tidak menghentikan usaha untuk menambah yang kurang dan berusaha menyempurnakan sesuatu yang dirasakan belum memuaskan. Orang yang memiliki sifat qana’ah ini pasti tidak mempunyai sifat tamak terhadap pemberian dan tidak loba dengan harta yang menjadi hak milik orang lain.

..this is an article that i get from the net.. it is simple to understands and logic. Sis Yasmin wrote this masa isu hangat tentang sisters in Islam yg suddenly annouce that women should lead prayers.

This answer was kindly provided by Sister Yasmin Mogahed, a member of Ask About Islam Editorial Staff. Yasmin is an Egyptian-American journalist based in Wiscons in,USA.

What we so often forget is that God has honored women by giving them value in relation to God- not in relation to men. But as western feminism erases God from the scene, there is no standard left but men. As a result, the western feminist is forced to find her value in relation to a man. As in doing so she has accepted that man is the standard, and thus a woman can never be a full human being until she becomes just like a man – standard.

When a man cut his hair short, she wanted to cut her hair short. When a man joined the army, she wanted to join the army, and so on. She wanted these things for no other reason than because the “standard” had it.

What she didn’t recognize was that God dignifies both men and women in their distinctiveness, not their sameness. And on March 18, Muslim women made the very same mistake.

For 1400 years, there has been a consensus of scholars that men are to lead Prayer. As a Muslim woman, why does this matter? The one who leads Prayer is not spiritually superior ion any way. Something is not better just because a man does it. And leading Prayer is not better just because it is leading. Had it been the role of women or had it been more divine, why wouldn’t the Prophet have asked Lady A’ishah or Lady Khadijah, or Lady Fatima – the greatest women of all time – to lead? These women were promised heaven and yet they never lead Prayer.

But now, for the first time in 1400 years, we look at a man leading Prayer and we think, “That’s not fair.” We think so, although God has given no special privilege to the one who leads. The imam is no higher in the eyes of God than the one who prays behind. On the other hand, only a woman can be a mother. And the Creator has given special privilege to a mother. The Prophet taught us that heaven lies at the feet of mothers. Burt no matter what a man does, he can never be a mother. So why is that not unfair?

When asked who is most deserving of our kind treatment? The Prophet replied “your mother” three times before saying “your father” only once. Isn’t that sexist? No matter what a man does, he will never be able to have the status of a mother.

And yet even when God honors us with something uniquely feminine, we are too busy trying to find our worth in reference to man, to value it or even notice it. We too have accepted man as the standard; so anything uniquely feminine is, by definition, inferior. Being sensitive is an insult, becoming a mother is degradation. In the battle between stoic rationality (considered masculine) and selfless compassion (considered feminine), rationality reigns supreme.

As soon as we accept that everything a man has and does is better, all that follows is just a knee jerk reaction: if men have it, we want it too. If men pray in the front rows, we assume this is better, so we want to pray in the front rows too. If men lead Prayer, we assume that imam is closer to God, so we want to lead prayer too. Somewhere along the line, we’ve accepted the notion that having a position of worldly leadership is some indication of ones position with God.

A Muslim woman does not need to degrade herself in this way. She has God as a standard. She has got to give her value; she doesn’t need a man here.

In fact, in our crusade to follow men, we as women never even to examine the possibility that what we have is better for us. In some cases, we even gave up what was higher only to be like men.

Fifty years ago we saw men leaving the home to work in factories. We were mothers. And yet, we saw men doing it, so we wanted to do it too. Somehow, we considered it women’s liberation to abandon the raising of another human being in order to work on a machine. We accepted that working in a factory was superior to raising the foundation of society- just because a man did it.

Then after working, we were expected to be super human- the perfect mother, the perfect wife, the perfect homemaker, and have the perfect career. And while there is nothing wrong, by definition, with a woman having a career, we soon came to realize what we had sacrificed by blindly mimicking men. We watched as children became strangers, and soon recognize the privilege we’d given up.

And so only now - given the choice - women in the west are choosing to stay home to raise their children. According to United States department of agriculture, only 31% of mothers with babies, and 18% of mothers with two or more children, are working fulltime. And of those working mothers, a survey conducted by parenting magazine in 2000, found that 93% of them say they would rather be home with their kids, but are compelled to work due to “financial obligations”. This “obligations” are imposed on women by the gender sameness of the modern west and removed from women by the gender distinctiveness of Islam.

It took women in the west almost a century of experimentation to realize a privilege given to Muslim women 1400 years ago. Given my privilege as a woman, I only degrade myself by trying to be something I’m not, and in all honesty, don’t want to be a man. As women, we will never reach true liberation until we stop trying to mimic men and value the beauty in our own God given distinctiveness.

If given a choice between stoic justice and compassion, I choose compassion. And if given a choice between worldly leadership and heaven at my feet, I choose heaven.