DIstance......

They said distance makes heart grows fonder.

It's true. T_T

May Allah bless and protect my love ones back home.

It's just a few months left before we meet again.

Stay strong. Just few months more to go.

OK, need to focus now.

Exam is coming.

:)

Bila dengar lagu ni, teringat kata-kata Yasmin Mogahed. 

This world is not perfectly good, and it's not perfectly bad either. :)

Indeed, my routine is waaaaaaayy busier than few years back. Boleh kata exam final every month.

But Alhamdulillah, with this 'test', I learn to appreciate time better, and cherish every single opportunity I have to create memorable moments with loved ones. :)

FINAL YEAR

Tough but we'll make it through, InsyaAllah. :)

#Reflection2DaysPriorFirstLongCase

'Kehandalan' Geografi Anak-anak Dr Fauzi

*random post*

Situasi 1

Ati: Ummi, Ipoh tu kat mana?

Ummi: Haa, teka kat mana.

Ati: Penang kan?

Ummi: (-_-')

Situasi 2

Ayah: Hampa ni, takkan tu pun taktau. Ibu negeri Penang apa?

Ati: Seberang Jaya kan?

Huda: Hahaha! Salaaah!! Bukit Mertajam laa~

Ayah: *facepalm*

Situasi 3

Syaima: Spain kalah teruk dengan Holland.

Sakinah: Laa, Spain kalah dua kali la?

Syaima: *puzzled* Spain kalah dengan sapa lagi?

Sakinah: Netherlands.

Situasi 4

Ayah: Ingat dak jalan nak pi SMKA?

Kakak, Huda: Tak.

Ayah: Berapa puluh taun dah sekolah situ, berapa puluh kali dah hampa lalu jalan sama. -_-

Situasi 5

Ayah: Kat mana dah la ni?

Huda: Tak tau la, jalan dia banyak tiang lampu.

Ayah: -_- Jalan tu ja kot ada tiang lampu.

Huda, Ati and me couldn't be saved anymore. :p

The rest are still manageable.

Or may be not~ :p

Prihatin

Pagi itu, semua rumah di sekitar Wilton Court menerima satu surat bertulisan tangan. Surat yang cukup mengharukan.

Isi kandungannya jelas menggambarkan keprihatinan seorang jiran kepada jiran tetangganya yang lain. Walaupun kami berlainan bangsa dan agama, malah juga berlainan kewarganegaraan, namun itu semua tidak menghalangnya daripada melakukan perkara yang dirasakan perlu untuk kepentingan jiran tetangga yang lain. MasyaAllah, mulia sungguh hati jiran yang seorang ini. :')

Masih ku ingat, satu lagi insiden yang cukup mengharukan. Petang itu, angin bertiup kencang dan hujan turun dengan begitu lebat sekali. Tidak seperti musim sejuk di tempat lain yang dilitupi dengan salji yang memutih, musim sejuk di Ireland selalunya disambut dengan hujan lebat yang sejuknya ibarat air ais dan angin yang kencang. Selepas menyertai demonstrasi 'Free Palestine' di 'town', kami berlari mengejar bas 208 untuk pulang ke rumah. Duit yang aku ada cukup-cukup untuk membayar tambang bas. Selepas menyerahkannya kepada pemandu, baru ku sedari rakan di sebelah tidak punya wang yang cukup untuk membayar tambang. 

"Sir, I'm sorry. I think I'm not going to take the bus. My friend here, she doesn't have enough money to pay. So I think I'm gonna walk home with her."

"In weather like this?! No way. Come in both of you. Just pay for one. I'm gonna close my eyes on this."

Die tersenyum sambil mengenyitkan mata. Tambang bas seorang untuk dua kepala. Alhamdulillah. :)

Dua insiden yang berbeza tetapi cukup menggambarkan keprihatinan mereka. Mereka bukan hanya berfikir untuk orang lain, tetapi juga bertindak untuk kepentingan orang lain, bukan kepentingan diri semata. 

Hmm, bagaimana dengan masyarakat kita? Bukankah itu yang Islam ajarkan kepada umatnya?

I couldn't help to think that sometimes our morale of thinking are way behind than what Islam had thought us.

It's time to change.

Kita Memang Layak Diuji..

Kadang bila diuji,

Kita rasa macam ujian kitalah yang paling berat. 

Ujian kitalah yang paling dahsyat. 

Ujian kitalah paling besar dalam dunia. 

Kadang bila diuji, 

Cepat kita merasa tak terdaya. 

Cepat kita merasa putus asa. 

Sampai kadang kita terlupa betapa besar dan luasnya rahmat-Nya.

Kadang tanpa sedar kita bertanya, 

Kenapa Allah uji aku begini? 

Kita rasa kita dah buat semua yang Allah suruh. 

Kita tinggal semua yang Dia larang.

Tapi kenapa masih diuji begini?

Kita terlupa seketika..

Kita memang layak diuji. 

Sebab kita hamba.

Dan Dia Tuhan kita.

Dan kemudian mata kita terbuka. Baru nampak orang lain, yang dugaannya mungkin jauh lebih payah dari kita. Kuasa Allah, Dia nak tunjuk. Kalau pun ujian kita berat, ada lagi hamba-Nya yang memikul beban ujian yang jauh lebih berat. Kalaupun ujian kita besar, ada hamba-Nya yang menanggung ujian yang jauh lebih besar.

Ujian sebenarnya satu rahmat.

Sering kali membawa hati-hati yang jauh tersasar kembali ke jalan yang benar.

Bersabarlah dalam setiap ujian.

Kerana setiap yang terjadi pasti ada hikmahnya.

"Selalu kita dengar orang cakap, ujian tu ada hikmah. Kadang kita tertunggu-tunggu, apa hikmah di sebalik ujian yang kita dapat. Lama kita menunggu tapi tak jumpa-jumpa. Memang betul setiap ujian ada hikmahnya. Tapi dalam hidup kita, sedikit sahaja yang Allah biarkan kita bertemu dengan hikmahnya. Selebihnya kita akan ketahui di Mahsyar nanti. Waktu di mana setiap hikmah ujian dalam kehidupan kita terbuka. Waktu itu baru kita mengerti, apa hikmah bila kita diuji. Oleh itu anakku, bersabarlah dengan ujian. Sebab setiap satunya ada hikmah tersendiri."

-Ustaz Tuan Ibrahim Tuan Man-

. . .

That morning, my partner and I, we went to the psychiatry clinic to see the consultant. There, we are supposed to see and observe how the consultant manages the patient, the communication skills and so on. In the consultation room, I sat at one corner, opposite to the consultant, while my partner sat beside me. The patient, a middle-aged man, with brown curly hair, sat quietly at the other corner. He was casually dressed, and I can see that his hands trembled a bit. Hmm, could be side effects from medications.

He looked at me, a bit suspicious. May be he had never seen a Muslim lady before. It wasn't my first time having that kind of look anyway. I smiled at him, trying to be friendly, but to no reply. 

The consultation started by asking some simple questions like how's his mood, how's the Christmas and so on. From the consultation, I came to know that he had depression quite for a few years now. And now he was here, feeling more depressed than ever because of his son. When he was busy chattering with the consultant, my mind started to fly elsewhere. It's like day dreaming, and I knew staying up late last night had its toll on me now. Then suddenly I heard something verryy familiar.

"How can he believes in Quran more than he believes in Bible?"

It felt like I had a thunder in me. I felt as if I was shaken from my own chair.

"There's no one there could teach him the Quran. How could he do that to us? He couldn't, could he?"

And this time he looked at me. *krik krik krik*

Well, that's a bit awkward to be honest. I'm a Muslim, and now he was here complaining about his son learning the Quran? How am I supposed to react? The consultant was quick, drawing his attention from me. I was more focused this time, very focused actually, but there's nothing else interest me. After the consultation was over, we went back to the hospital.

"There's NO ONE there could teach him the Quran."

My head kept echoing what he said. My heart pounded heavily.

It's almost four years now since I first came to Ireland. What did I do to educate these not-yet-Muslims around me bout being a Muslim? And the Quran itself? T_T

*tepukdadatanyaiman*

New Journey

Tomorrow, the first day of school starts.

Its a new year.

Its a new term.

Its a new rotation.

New people to meet with.

New obstacles and challenges.

But of course with new determination! 

And new resolutions too. :)

Alhamdulillah, alhamdulillah, alhamdulillah, 

For all the good news and His blessings all these while.

May this year, we all become a better Muslims day by day.

Amin ya rabbal a'lamin. :)

A new journey to begin.

May Allah bless.

:)