Kay, a dedicated volunteer for Muslim aid, sent out a call for the humble "biskut" just a short while back. Dia habaq kids selalu tanya the volunteers if depa ada bawa biskut when these fellas go visiting. Kesian pula dengaq.
It didn't cross my mind that the humble "biskut lemak/marie/butang/jam" etc would be a likely [and much appreciated] contribution. I guess I'm guilty of assuming that these kids would desire more or less the same stuff that my "cucu"[s] are wont to want ie Barbie dolls, fire trucks, colour pencils, colouring books...you get the drift....It brings to mind Maslow Hierarchy of Needs...all these kids want are those found on the bottom-most tier. Not oreos, Marks & Sparks Butter cookies and the like. Not Tutti Frutti, M&M, strawberries, yoghurt drinks. All they want is just plain old "biskut kati".
And I realised how much we take our lifestyles for granted. How we sometimes feel that we're not privileged. And the countless times kita kata taraf hidup kita ini biasa-biasa aje. Yang biasa bagi kita, kaya bagi mereka!
...langsung terkedu dan muhasabah diri....
Wednesday, 19 September 2012
Friday, 14 September 2012
Lets Light Up Their Lives...with the Braille Quran
Several situations scare the living daylights out of me - losing my eyesight, caught in a fire, drowning, to name a few. I can't imagine being blind. I'm an avid reader whose days are mostly spent reading some kind of book/blog. I can go without sleep and food when I'm "into" a good book.
Recently a friend brought the Braille Quran Initiative [http://www.facebook.com/braillequran] to my attention. It was a hard slap to my face. I have several Qurans and its translations. I'm embarrassed to admit that I have yet to finish reading a translation in its entirety. And here are my fellow Muslims DYING to get a chance to read the Quran and its translation. And here I am...so lackadaisical about it all - devouring the Quran only during Ramadhan....with sporadic forays during the other months.
Did I ever think about the blind Muslims in particular? No! I'm guilty of thinking of the blind as a collective group of unfortunate people whom I would donate to when our paths crossed. I don't think I've ever turned away a blind person without digging into my purse. And I'm not about to do so now! My purse may be not as "deep" as before...but I have many generous friends....insyaallah. Together, I'm certain we could make a difference and contribute toward lighting the lives of our fellow Muslim blind umah.
They need Braille Quran, Muqaddam, Yaseen. They need Talking [audio] Books. The Quran is RM240 each while the Muqaddam and Yaseen is RM12 each. Lets dig into our purses and sponsor them. Lets also "sponsor" our time as readers for the Talking Books and the Quran Translation projects.
Lets do this....for them...and also for us. LETS!
Recently a friend brought the Braille Quran Initiative [http://www.facebook.com/braillequran] to my attention. It was a hard slap to my face. I have several Qurans and its translations. I'm embarrassed to admit that I have yet to finish reading a translation in its entirety. And here are my fellow Muslims DYING to get a chance to read the Quran and its translation. And here I am...so lackadaisical about it all - devouring the Quran only during Ramadhan....with sporadic forays during the other months.
Did I ever think about the blind Muslims in particular? No! I'm guilty of thinking of the blind as a collective group of unfortunate people whom I would donate to when our paths crossed. I don't think I've ever turned away a blind person without digging into my purse. And I'm not about to do so now! My purse may be not as "deep" as before...but I have many generous friends....insyaallah. Together, I'm certain we could make a difference and contribute toward lighting the lives of our fellow Muslim blind umah.
They need Braille Quran, Muqaddam, Yaseen. They need Talking [audio] Books. The Quran is RM240 each while the Muqaddam and Yaseen is RM12 each. Lets dig into our purses and sponsor them. Lets also "sponsor" our time as readers for the Talking Books and the Quran Translation projects.
Lets do this....for them...and also for us. LETS!
Monday, 3 September 2012
KEMA...kudos, mate!
Kema achieved the impossible...getting 30 of TKC77 to attend her raya gathering at Sri Medan. It must be the "military" in her. Guests arrived as early as 10am...and kept coming till late afternoon. Kudos to you, Kema!! And a million thanks for having us in your home - to the detriment of your reputation ;)
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See how happy we were.........
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It was great to see Ric and a couple of others whom I have not met since we left school. I must admit that if I had met you elsewhere, I would NOT have recognised you! :)
Lets hope we can meet again under happy circumstances. Love you girls xoxo
Friday, 31 August 2012
I HATE carpets.....
I like LOOKING at carpets...in other people's spaces. I absolutely HATE having them all over MY home. Okay, I'm exaggerating. I do like carpets to cover cold cement floors. Also for providing a soft landing for my old, old knees. So SMALL carpets that are not too thick are fine with me. The sort that doesn't require strenuous vacuuming are really, absolutely, decidedly fine with me. I could live with that.
Why am I ranting? I've just moved into the little flat behind mum's huge home...and looking at this 6'x9' carpet that came with the flat. The carpet that is hiding the faux wooden floor. I'm wondering if I should just roll it up and store it...somewhere. Any where OUTSIDE my flat. I really don't care!
I've lived with carpets for far too long. Mum has a soft spot for them. My sis adores them. And since I live with them, I have no choice but to tolerate them carpets. There are antique Persian ones, contemporary Persian ones, and many others whose origins I don't even know (or care for that matter). They are all over the house - on the floor, up the walls...thank goodness there are none on the ceiling! If not for the fact that we're predisposed to wet bathrooms, I'm sure there'll be carpets there, too.
On the plus side, should anyone die on us at No 30, we could easily roll you up in a nice carpet should we be unable to get "tikar mengkuang" ;)
Why am I ranting? I've just moved into the little flat behind mum's huge home...and looking at this 6'x9' carpet that came with the flat. The carpet that is hiding the faux wooden floor. I'm wondering if I should just roll it up and store it...somewhere. Any where OUTSIDE my flat. I really don't care!
I've lived with carpets for far too long. Mum has a soft spot for them. My sis adores them. And since I live with them, I have no choice but to tolerate them carpets. There are antique Persian ones, contemporary Persian ones, and many others whose origins I don't even know (or care for that matter). They are all over the house - on the floor, up the walls...thank goodness there are none on the ceiling! If not for the fact that we're predisposed to wet bathrooms, I'm sure there'll be carpets there, too.
On the plus side, should anyone die on us at No 30, we could easily roll you up in a nice carpet should we be unable to get "tikar mengkuang" ;)
Monday, 4 June 2012
apa guna tua....
apa guna tua
hanya pada usia
jika kematangan tiada
apa guna tua
jika kurang ilmunya
tipis amalan yang diredha
apa guna tua
jika hanya berleka
menunggu padam usia
apa guna tua
jika mati hatinya
buta semua deria
apa guna tua
jika hanya bernafas
untuk hidup penuh alpa
apa guna tua
jika untuk memburu yang tak berguna
hanya untuk selesa dunia
apa guna tua
jika tidak mampu mendidik diri
cukup bersahaja dengan zuriatnya
apa guna tua
jika tidak mahu berubah
tidak mahu berusaha mencari redhaNya
apa guna hidup lama
jika hanya untuk makan, minum, bersuka
menghabiskan usia sambil lewa.........
tete-a-tete...dengan sahabat :)
It's been a long while since we last chatted over a cup of coffee. Yea...I missed you much! You...who have always been there....
This time I was different - at least attire-wise....hahaha....but to you I'm still the same girl you went through college with. We had our moments ya! Those poor days in college...those poor days when we first worked. The days when we had maybe RM20 between us...yet it was still enough to fill the tank, to enjoy nasi ayam and drinks for two and still have about RM2 left for a small pack of ciggies....[and you always swiped my ciggies!!].
But we were pretty happy being poor. There was always laughter and such strong appreciation for whatever we could afford with our RM20. It became a game for us to see what we could eat after RM5 or RM10 was spent on petrol...there was always the RM2 nasi ayam to fall back on! And that makcik would give us extra big portions just because she liked the way we smiled....hahaha....
You used to call me "panglima" because of my "bahasa tersurat" ie my straight talking style. And I called you "dato bendahara" for your utterly "berlapik" mode of speech - we had such different personalities! The number of times you went, "takpe, takpe, Ijan...biar I yang cakap kat dia" because you knew I'd wreak havoc with my straight talking ways...hahaha...
We couldn't meet as often when we had "big" jobs - what with our travelling schedule and also our respective family obligations. However, we would be there for each other in spirit. We knew all about each other's family - births, deaths, marriages, divorces, ailments, kids, spouses, work bla bla bla....
The funny thing was we were never interested in each other romantically - it was pure friendship right from the start. And it blossomed into "sahabat"-ship. I love you my "sahabat"....and I know, without a doubt, how much I'm loved in return :)
Semoga kita bersahabat juga di jannah....insyaallah...... :)
This time I was different - at least attire-wise....hahaha....but to you I'm still the same girl you went through college with. We had our moments ya! Those poor days in college...those poor days when we first worked. The days when we had maybe RM20 between us...yet it was still enough to fill the tank, to enjoy nasi ayam and drinks for two and still have about RM2 left for a small pack of ciggies....[and you always swiped my ciggies!!].
But we were pretty happy being poor. There was always laughter and such strong appreciation for whatever we could afford with our RM20. It became a game for us to see what we could eat after RM5 or RM10 was spent on petrol...there was always the RM2 nasi ayam to fall back on! And that makcik would give us extra big portions just because she liked the way we smiled....hahaha....
You used to call me "panglima" because of my "bahasa tersurat" ie my straight talking style. And I called you "dato bendahara" for your utterly "berlapik" mode of speech - we had such different personalities! The number of times you went, "takpe, takpe, Ijan...biar I yang cakap kat dia" because you knew I'd wreak havoc with my straight talking ways...hahaha...
We couldn't meet as often when we had "big" jobs - what with our travelling schedule and also our respective family obligations. However, we would be there for each other in spirit. We knew all about each other's family - births, deaths, marriages, divorces, ailments, kids, spouses, work bla bla bla....
The funny thing was we were never interested in each other romantically - it was pure friendship right from the start. And it blossomed into "sahabat"-ship. I love you my "sahabat"....and I know, without a doubt, how much I'm loved in return :)
Semoga kita bersahabat juga di jannah....insyaallah...... :)
Thursday, 24 May 2012
Aku & Amanah
AKU & AMANAH
sesungguhnya aku ingin...
meniti dijalan sunnah
berteduh di dalam jemaah
tapi aku masih..
termangu mencari arah
mengubat hati bernanah
sesungguhnya aku ingin..
berjuang menegak kalimah
berjihad berkorban darah
tapi aku masih..
dibuai mimpi indah
terbaring bak insan lemah
sesungguhnya aku ingin..
taat menjunjung segala perintah
menggenggam tanggungjawab sebagai khalifah
tapi aku masih..
mengabdi nafsu serakah
menurut kehendak dunia yang parah
sesungguhnya aku ingin..
berpaut pada hidayah
menyingkap tabir makrifah
tapi aku masih..
ditipu akal yang mentah
lemas di lautan fitnah
namun hanya padaMu tempat ku berserah...
hilangkan dariku segala mazmumah
tunjukkan padaku jalan yang cerah
kurniakan padaku hati yang tabah
tetapkan diriku dalam syahadah
kekalkan nafasku dalam ibadah
hulurkan padaku tali istiqamah
pautkan untukku ikatan ukhuwah
hangatkan jiwaku dengan selimut mujahadah
kerana sesungguhnya aku terlalu ingin..
hujung nafasku husnul khatimah
kembali padamu dengan sakinah
bertemu kekasihMU didalam Jannah..
- HambaNya yang fakir -
Hafiz.
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