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Jan. 5th, 2012

I love to read. Want to read book. Don't want to read ****s. :p

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.

Salam wrt. :]

I miss writing here... :]

Browsing through face.book., i was reminded of a very cool paragraph from "The Last Lecture". Here it is:

As he saw things: When you're frustrated with people, when they've made you angry, it just may be because you haven't given them enough time.

Jon warned me that sometimes this took great patience-even years. "But in the end," he said, "people will show you their good side. Almost everybody has a good side. Just keep waiting. It will come out."

-The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch.


Read this!!!

*FULLSTOP*

p/s: patience; sweet, sour, bitter, salty all at the same time. 
      So balanced. 
      Cool. 
      kan? :]  
     (sile jawab ye sambil angguk2 vigorously)

"Peace be upon you for what you patiently endured. And excellent is the final home." Ar-Ra'd:24

Jun. 17th, 2011

Of ECGs, Corrigan's sign, and Rene Laennec.

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.
 
:]  

"No amount of guilt can change the past and no amount of worrying can change the future. Go easy on yourself, for the outcome of all affairs is determined by Allah's decree. If something is meant to go elsewhere, it will never come your way, but if it is yours by destiny, from you it cannot flee." -Umar Al-Khattab 

p/s: jazakillah kak farah...heheh.
p/p/s: yes, i know that the title macam xde kaitan..except,..

May. 14th, 2011

Matahari, cahaya, harapan.

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim..

Huhuh...it's been tooooo long  I think.. i don't know why...or maybe i do? hmm..
[the article below was written for Ash-Shams April-May edition i think...but since it is too long, kene potong..so, i've decided to put the full one here..heheh..]

               Sedang aku melangkahkan kakiku setapak demi setapak, kotak mindaku terbuka, melimpahkan peristiwa yang telah berlaku sepanjang semester ini. Seperti tayangan filem dulu-dulu; satu demi satu kejadian dimainkan. Keningku berkerut tanpa aku sedari.

Kesusahan, kepayahan menghadapi makhluk Allah yang putih dan kecil itu. Ya, tidak lain tidak bukan, salji. Waaah~! Putihnya~ Berkilat-kilat macam “gold dust”! Cantiknyaa~~! (muka tampak bahagia semacam). Begitulah gelagat manusia, pertama kali melihat dan mengalami salji itu sendiri. Setelah beberapa lama berjiran dengan salji, barulah kita tahu bahawa kecantikannya itu juga membawa pelbagai jenis masalah.

Angin musim bunga bertiup perlahan; bagaikan menyapa diriku yang sedang dalam lamunan. Secara spontan, bibirku mengukirkan senyuman. Teringatku kepada ribut salji yang menimpa bumi Nizhny tidak berapa lama dahulu. Salji yang turun lebat sehingga mencecah paras pinggang sungguh menguji kesabaran. Subhanallah.

Mungkin, bagiku semua itu susah. Berjalan mengangkat kaki tinggi-tinggi untuk meredah lautan salji yang tidak pernah hilang sejuknya; berdiri berjam-jam di dalam bas hanya untuk bergerak sejauh dua perhentian bas; memakai “baju belon” dan sarung tangan ketika berada di luar dan juga di dalam bilik. Menulis dengan memakai sarung tangan bukan senang. Susah. Sangat susah.

Kadang-kadang, semasa kita susah; kita terlupa, ramai lagi yang lebih susah daripada kita. Namun, hanya kesusahan kita sahaja yang dapat kita lihat. Seperti terdapat satu gunung tinggi di hadapan kita, yang menghalang kita daripada melihat gaung dan curam di sebaliknya.

Tika kita sibuk bergembira memerhatikan longgokan “gunung-gunung” salji di hadapan hostel yang kian mencair, kita digemparkan dengan berita gempa bumi yang terjadi di Jepun.  Rakyat Jepun bagai jatuh ditimpa tangga apabila gempa bumi yang berskala richter 8.9 itu mengakibatkan kerosakan teruk  atas pusat janakuasa nuklear Fukushima. Subhanallah .Benarlah firman Allah;

“Allah tidak memberati seseorang melainkan apa yang terdaya (dibuat) olehnya. Setiap orang mendapat pahala kebaikan yang diusahakannya dan dia juga menanggung dosa kejahatan yang diusahakannya…..” - Surah Al-Baqarah; 2:286

Terkadang mukaku terasa panas, malu mengenangkan perkara-perkara yang kuanggap susah. Sangat susah. Adakah…adakah itu sahaja yang mampu aku hadapi? Pasir yang terhampar di bawah kakiku, dikuis-kuis. Kuteruskan perjalananku. Fikiranku dibiarkan terbang merayau-rayau.

Autumn,

Hampir-hampir sahaja luruh semangatku,

Bak daun-daunan yang layu dipijak bertalu-talu,

Merobek diri dari pelukan ibu,

Budak hingusan ini bergerak kaku,

Mengheretkan kaki satu-satu menuju ke pintu.

 

Kepalaku sekali-sekala ditoleh ke belakang,

Sebelum penglihatanku dihalang tiang,

Senyuman dan lambaian keluargaku sempat aku pandang,

“All the best! Belajar elok-elok! Selamat pergi tuan doktor!

semuanya kedengaran sayup berulang-ulang,

 

Setiap langkah tiba-tiba kurasakan mudah,

Semangatku sampai ke langit dapat dicecah,

Berbekalkan azam untuk kembali bersama ijazah.

 

Winter,

Hampir-hampir sahaja putih mataku,

Bak keping-kepingan salju bersih suci gebu,

Menggigil badanku menghirup udara yang membeku,

Kegelapan terasa seperti tidak pernah berlalu,

 

Langkah diorak ke kelas, langit itu gelap,

Usainya belajar, berlari-lari bas kukejar, langit masih malap.

Sampai bila langit hitam ini perlu kutatap?

Tanpa cahaya sinaran bintang, hatiku bagai  disentap-sentap.

 

Tiba-tiba, mataku terasa berkaca. Pasir. “Itulah, main pasir lagi; kan dah masuk mata”, detik hatiku. Walaupun pandanganku agak kabur, entah mengapa; kakiku tetap melangkah. Perlahan.

Kugosok-gosok mataku. Kakiku masih lagi melangkah. Laju sedikit.

Hati,

Teruskanlah berlari,

Janganlah terikat dengan gelapnya siang tanpa mentari,

Janganlah kerana sejuknya rasa, lumpuh tangan bagaikan digari,

Gagahkanlah diri terus mengharungi,

Bakarkanlah, nyalakanlah pelita di dalam diri,

Agar dirimu sentiasa dapat menerangi.

 

Spring dan summer,

Hampir-hampir sahaja diriku terbakar menyala,

Bak sinaran mentari yang gigih menerangi semua,

Kegelapan sedikit-sedikit dikalahkan cahaya,

Harapan yang pudar tidak segan lagi datang menerpa.

 

Putik-putik bunga mula menampakkan diri,

Rumput-rumput hijau tumbuh menghampari bumi,

Kicauan burung terbang berkejaran memeriahkan pagi,

Bisakah kita bermuram lagi?

 

“Apekehe jalan lambat sangat tu??!” jerit rakanku yang sudah berada jauh di hadapan. “Lecture radio nak start dah ni!” Tersenyum, kutarik nafas dalam-dalam dan terus berlari menuju pintu bangunan itu.

 Ketika kita berasa susah menghadapi berbagai-bagai masalah dan ujian, bukan sekali diri terasa mahu berhenti; membiarkan masalah itu berlalu pergi meninggalkan kita.  Mahu sahaja bersembunyi di bawah selimut, di dalam kotak.

 Tetapi, sering kali kita terus berjalan malah bersalam-salaman dengan masalah tersebut kerana kita tahu, sesungguhnya, masalah tidak akan meninggalkan kita sekiranya kita tidak mengenali dan berjumpa dengan mereka. Kerana, dengan cara itu sahaja masalah dapat diselesaikan.

 Teruslah, teruskan berjalan di bawah mentari, yang cahayanya membawa berjuta harapan.

“…….Ingatlah, sesungguhnya pertolongan Allah itu amat dekat.” –Surah Al-Baqarah, 2:214

 

p/s: pharmaco monday, insyaAllah~ gugu~

Sep. 6th, 2010

.Internal.medicine.

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.

 

   scary, no?


"If Allah brings you to it, He will bring you through it."

-quote seen on someone's phone case
 




Just don't wanna say dosvidaniya. huks. We'll meet again, insyaAllah. :]


p/s: i like internal medicine.
p/s/s: the title seems like xde kaitan..
p/s/s: oh well... *FULLSTOP*


Jun. 8th, 2010

Wasilah.Way.Jalan.

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.

"Wasilah itu adalah wasilah. Wasilah itu tidak akan pernah menjadi matlamat. Kerana wasilah hanyalah wasilah"

"InsyaAllah sesiapa yang menjadikan wasilah sebagai matlamat, dia akan sesat"

nauzubillah.

-Maghrib at 3rd hostel lecture zal-

*FULLSTOP*

p/s: nguuu...physiology...ur one of those wasilah...

Jun. 2nd, 2010

Oh...Hati.


Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.


Oh Hati,

Mengapa engkau begini?

Menabur fitnah pada Pancreas dan Kidney,

Adakah engkau sudah mati?


Oh Hati,

Mengapa engkau selalu meninggi?

Memandang rendah, hinanya Sang Kaki,

Ingatlah, pernahkah engkau pada malamnya berdiri?

 

Oh Hati,

Mengapakah engkau selalu mendengki?

Mata yang melihat selalu menangisi,

Sang Bibir sibuk berzikir membasahi,

Tetapi engkau? Engkau kering sendiri.

 

Oh Hati,

Siapakah engkau untuk memarahi?

Salahnya Tangan, masyaAllah, Tuhan maafi,

Tapi engkau berdendam, membara berapi?

 

Oh Hati,

Adakah engkau selemah ini?

Asyik dan setia hambanya series, games dan movies,

Sibuk pula berangankan cinta Ilahi?

 

Oh Hati,

Sudahlah, janganlah begini,

Riak, ujub, takabbur; raksasa ganas yang membaham diri,

Sampai bila harus begini?

 

Oh Hati,

Janganlah engkau sendiri menyepi,

Mengenang dosa dan salah, malulah Sang Qalbi,

Oh!

Merangkaklah, berjalan, berlari,

Janganlah gusar, berat untuk kembali,

Kerana Allah Maha Memaafi!

 

Oh Hati,

Kuatnya aqidah, iman yang suci,

Semuanya itu milik Allah ya Rabbi,

Pintalah ia siang, malam, tengahari,

InsyaAllah akan engkau genggami.

 

Oh Hati,

Bukan kerana “terror” aku menasihati,

Bukan juga untuk menyakiti, *afwan wahai Hati*

Tapi sebab aku mengasihi,

Juga kerana banyaknya kelemahan diri.

Bukankah Tuhan suruh kita saling mengingati?

Ingatkanlah aku wahai Hati, ingatkan aku, ingatkanlah aku,

Ikhlas, dari yang pelupa Jari-Jemari.


p/s: oh! T_T

May. 10th, 2010

Mамочка. An almost true story.


Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.


Insanity is hereditary; you get it from your children.  ~Sam Levenson

There was once, lived a teenager who stayed in a land far far away. She's a normal person, with normal height, normal weight, and normal segala lah..eheh. Little that she knew, there was something not that normal would happen to her. One day, she had a fight with her mom or something, (she doesn't remember what happened pun sebenarnye) leaving her upset and tak puas hati, and of course, a very sour face. Mumbling x puas hati words under her breath, she made her way into her room. "Click!", the door was locked. "I really, really, really don't like her, even a bit! I hate her!" thought that girl to herself, still enraged.
 

Sitting on the hard cold floor, she noticed a drawer that she hadn't opened for a very long time. Her concentrated asam keping sour face, becomes milder as she explored the old drawer. It was filled with her old stuff; a Pocahontas necklace, pencils, pencil cases, a very small skateboard, and several other things that her mom didn't make her throw away. They made her mind open up and spin like an old film.

 "Ahh~~ that notebook!" She had that rectangular thing with about hundred pages since she was five or so. The girl opened the Mario notebook with her eyes shining like the stars in the dark night sky. There were some pictures drawn by her..."how awful.." she thought to herself, looking at those very not pretty drawings of some kitties and what not. But still, they made her smile. There were also stickers and some scribbles. Her handwriting then, were quite nice; if compared to her biology lecture notes. Her eyes caught some words which made her heart beat very hard and fast..and finally stopped.

 -Poor,poor mama. She always takes care of me when I'm sick.-

 Cold sweat trickled down her temples. "I wrote this?" she thought. It struck her. Has she changed that much? "Arghh!" Shame and guilt started to engulf her from inside like a cell undergoing apoptosis or something like that. Her feelings of x puas hati vanished as the memories of her childhood began to play in front of her. Glassy eyed, with a tremulous voice she found herself saying "Mama, I love you".
 

 Mothers hold their children's hands for a short while, but their hearts forever.  ~Author Unknown

Hazrat Abu Hurairah (May Allah be pleased with him) reported: A person came to Messenger of Allah (PBUH) and asked, "Who among people is most deserving of my fine treatment?'' He (PBUH) said, "Your mother". He again asked, ``Who next?'' "Your mother", the Prophet (PBUH) replied again. He asked, "Who next?'' He (the Prophet (PBUH)) said again, "Your mother.'' He again asked, "Then who?'' Thereupon he (PBUH) said,'' Then your father.''

In another narration: "O Messenger of Allah! Who is most deserving of my fine treatment?'' He (PBUH) said, "Your mother, then your mother, then your mother, then your father, then your nearest, then nearest".
[Al-Bukhari and Muslim].

p/s: happy mother's day~~! *FULLSTOP*


Mar. 17th, 2010

Musculus risorius? Musculus zygomaticus major et minor?

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim,

They say, smiling is contagious... i've always believed in that in a way but now i'm not really sure ... smile, and others will smile with you..although it's not true, not really all will smile, (maybe they have an immunity of some sort..=P) , they may even think that you're crazy, or what not; hmmm.....it can make people feel happy...even when they don't smile back. :]

 

And the servants of (Allah) Most Gracious are those who walk on the earth in humility, and when the ignorant address them, they say, "Peace!";       
 

~Al-Furqan: 63~


                                             

p/s:   *smile*...heheh

Mar. 7th, 2010

Right? Wrong?


Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.


Rasulullah saw bersabda : “Tidak mahukah kamu aku beritahukan kepadamu sesuatu yang lebih utama dari darjat puasa, solat dan sedekah?” Mereka menjawab, “Mahu” Beliau bersabda, “Mendamaikan dua orang yang berseteru, kerana rosaknya hubungan dua orang di antara kamu adalah pencukur. Aku tidak mengatakan mencukur rambut, akan tetapi mencukur agama.” (Sahih Tirmidzi dari Abu Darda’. Disahihkan pula oleh Syaikh al-AlBani)
 


Having different opininons and stands is alright and even good sometimes. But when we want other people to follow what we think, and they want us to follow them....is still okay.....but when we start to quarrel, tarik-tarik rambut, starting a mini cold war and such,  that is pure WRONG~
heheh..

“…dan perdamaian itu lebih baik (bagi mereka) walaupun manusia itu tabiatnya kikir…” (4:128)

~peace~

*FULLSTOP*



p/s: just like this one very much~~


Feb. 21st, 2010

me

Pil cepat pandai.

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.


My friend,
My dearest friend,
Sahabati.
Even if I have it, I don’t think I should.
I don’t think I could,
Give it to you.
Pil cepat pandai, would it do you any good?
Success doesn’t come with pil cepat pandai neither it depends on your mood.
Once, I thought success was having 5As in my hands,
Then, 8As, and came the 11A1s.
But as time passes, I knew everything that I wanted, 
Once I get it, I’ll just move to a next want.
Good grades? Good job? A family? What’s next? Die?
I realized they are rather short-lived…my dreams.
Unless, I set my goals high,
Higher than anything that I could or would want.
That is getting redha Allah.
I feel rather ashamed, writing this, even thinking of this,
As my actions are rather small, even when the goal is so big.

My friend,
My dearest friend,
Now, to me, success is a journey, it really isn’t a destination.
Working hard, breaking a leg, whatever you could do,
Do it. The As or Bs, they are just human evaluations.
I can feel a huge slap landing on my cheek when I think of it.
Why do I care so much about what they think,
Occupying myself trying to please people,
When the one that I should please is only Him?
He doesn’t look at your Bs, neither the amount of your As.
He knows  that you worked hard, and you even worked smart.
Don’t belittle your Bs, Cs or Ds,
Or even others,
Just know, when you tawakkal to Him,
Totally depend yourself on him,
InsyaAllah…it’s an A+ in His eyes.
Amin…insyaAllah…amin.


p/s: がんばリましょうね~~~ Wrtten for you and myself.
p/s/s:i cried watching anime...what's wrong with me...?

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