Menasihat & Ternasihat

Tersangatlah susah nak menasihati seseorang.

Sedih.
Geram.
Bengang.
Marah.
Helpless.
Sedih balik.

Nak dibiar je- sesungguhnya aku amat menyayangi hamba Allah ini, tak mungkin aku boleh biar je dier macam tu.
Nak cuba mengubah- aku dah takde idea nak buat apa.
Dah try semua cara. Pernah dengar ustaz ajar nak menasihat kena berhikmah. Tapi kalau dah habis hikmah, tak da kesan jugak...

Adakah bermaksud hatinya belum dibuka Allah untuk menerima teguran?
Atau, kelemahan aku sendiri sebagai 'yang menasihat'?

Last2, dalam usaha menasihat orang, rasanya aku yang ternasihat. Terdidik dalam sabar & tersedar akan kekurangan diri sendiri. Tiada apa yang berlaku tanpa izin Yang Maha Kuasa.

huhu.
berserah!

Berayat-ayat

Fuh!

Mantap tul. Cube buka blog sendiri tadi.
Aiseh!
Baru aku sedar tulisan aku kat blog semakin lama semakin panjang.
Apakah?!!
Penuh dengan ayat-ayat lak tu.
Tak leh jadi ni.

Kurangkan ayat.
Padatkan maksud.

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Tapi kadang2 macam best lak biler tulis panjang2. Rasa puas.
-konfius tul la ak ni-

In words I know how..

Being affected.

I cannot imagine being stuck in a place where I can't escape from falling bombs. I cannot imagine living in a place where bullets rain down on me and I have no where to go. I cannot imagine not being able to get medical treatment because the hospital supplies have run out. I cannot imagine myself bleeding out on the streets simply because there is no other option. Worse still, I cannot imagine seeing my mother bleeding out and know that there is nothing I can do for her. I cannot imagine the desperation I would feel when I go to the border of this horrific war zone, and my neighbor refuses to let me in. To just be left standing there, dying, all the while, looking over the other side of the border knowing a few meters are all that separates me from peace. I cannot imagine the indignity that must fill my heart when I think about the millions of brothers and sisters I have,.. out there that are doing nothing for me,.. in here. Above all that, I cannot imagine wanting to stay in such a place. I cannot imagine voluntarily choosing to stay, fight and be killed in this place because I believe that justice will prevail- if not now in this life, then later, in the next.

I cannot imagine-
because I am here. There is no shower of bombs raining on me. I know that there will be food for me tomorrow as it has always been there for me in the past. I am healthy and my future stretches in front me. I feel blessed.

Yet, what if I close my eyes tonight, and, I die.

What value is my life to me then?

I will die. That is the certainty. So will my brothers in Palestine. But their life is a carefully calculated sacrifice. They are promised Jannah. They die on the last true battlefield of Islam in today's modern world. What is my life? A calculated plan for a comfortable life on earth? So when the ground welcomes me, who is the one who is blessed? The one dies covered with blood fresh from the battles of Islam shouting Allahuakbar or the one who dies full of ignorance in sleep with the lilting voice of Yuna acting as a lullaby?


I am ashamed.


Because, even as I am writing this I know I do not yet have the courage to buy a one way ticket to the grounds of Palestine. The thought of meeting my death and meeting my Lord so soon scares me, even as I know that death will come for me regardless of where I am.

I am ashamed.

Its been a week. A week where my brothers and sisters of Islam are being killed mercilessly by Israel. A horrendous week which saw witness to ground of Palestine get soaked with the blood of fellow Muslims. Yet here I am, snuggling in bed! I sometimes stop while eating because it struck me what my brothers in Palestine would give to eat as I am eating.

I am ashamed and horrified.

I do not know what I can do for you my brothers!! I know that you are dying and I do not know what I can do. I don't know what I can do! I cannot shield you from bullets. I cannot help you escape. I can only sit and watch! I pray for you and cry for you but I fear that is not enough. I pray Allah gives you comfort. I pray Allah bestows peace in your heart no matter what situation you may be in. If you are dying and in pain, know that Paradise is welcoming you in a way I doubt it will ever welcome me.
I do not know what else to do, so, I am writing this. Let me write this for whoever that will read it. Let me write this so that you know, no matter how it may seem, your sacrifices will not be forgotten. Let me write this, so that other Muslims will also come to realise with whose blood are we paying for the ownership of Palestine. And most importantly, let me write this to always remind myself that my peace and comfort come at a price that is being paid for by others.

Let Allah always be with you my brothers. Let Allah help you through this. Amin.

Last day of 2008

I have been reading a lot. And I have been trying to experience as many things as possible. As a result, I have been growing. It is sobering to realise that an idea you thought was completely true may turn out to be the opposite.

Blogs, I once thought that if you had nothing to discuss and you were just writing down your thoughts (like a diary) then you probably shouldn't write a blog. As I read more I realise that there is nothing wrong with blogging even if it is just writing down how you feel. As long as you keep to the boundaries of Islam (no slagging of other people) then if nothing else, the blog can act as a medium for you to vent out your feelings and generate a response. It can be a way of release for you.

I say all of this not because I have changed the purpose of my blog, but rather because I realise that after reading a gzillion blogs that while the people may change, with different styles of writing, varying languages all writing about different things, and yet, amidst all of that, I am slowly starting to see a common thread. Some talk about world issues and others just talk about their own personal issues, but a lot of blogs written by young adults have something in common in which all their authors have something to say. Things they probably can't in real life. And I think its great they can do it online.

So entering the new year, any resolutions on my part?

Tons.

But none that I feel the need to share with people online. :)

Virtues & Poems

Definition:
From Latin virtus; valor, merit, moral perfection
noun
behaviour showing high moral standard

Poems

There are three lessons I would write,
Three words, as with a burning pen,
In tracings of eternal light,
Upon the hearts of men.

Have Hope. Though clouds environ round,
And gladness hides her face in scorn,
Put off the shadow from thy brow:
No night but hath its morn.

Have Faith. Where'er thy bark is driven-
The calm's disport, the tempest's mirth-
Know this: God rules the host of heaven,
The inhabitants of earth.

Have Love. Not love alone for one,
But man, as man thy brother call;
And scatter, like a circling sun,
Thy charities on all

-Friedrich von Schilller

Summarizes values that are too fast fading in our modern societies (and indeed, even within ourselves).

Tujuan Ber-blog

I once wrote an essay on web-logging aka blogs. Not for any class/ assignment, just cause I needed to objectively analyze blogs; especially concerning their purpose and influence. What with bloggers being hauled to ISA and dragged into courts it seem only pertinent that I educate myself.

Recently, as is evident, I decided to create a blog. Here I am stating my reasons for doing so. Not so much for the reading public, but more as a reminder for myself. They are:
1) To enable me to voice out productive criticism in the comment box of other bloggers
2) To put forth a worthwhile issue in which I would value feedback from others

p/s- I once read somewhere that a blog is not a diary but a medium for discussion. I am a staunch supporter of this.

Bebas

Aku suka baca blog orang.
Benci bila orang tak benarkan 'anonymous' comments.
Ha.
Aku dah buat blog sendiri.
Sekarang aku boleh komen dengan lebih bebas.