Half ze Time

Assalamu’alaikum wa rahmatullahi wa barokatuh. Bersyukur kita ke hadrat Allah SWT kerana masih lagi diberikan nyawa, masih disambung lagi kehidupan, dan diberikan pelbagai peluang untuk menjadi hamba Allah SWT yang baik dan sejati. InsyaAllah. Alhamdulillah, pada 26hb Mac 2012, saya memulakan penulisan “Sebelum Aku Bernikah” ini dengan bahagian mukaddimahnya. Tiadalah harapan yang lebih tinggi dan lebih besar, melainkan penulisan ini juga dikira sebagai sebahagian amal soleh dan menjadi saham akhirat saya nanti. “Nikah”, perkataan ini nyata mengujakan banyak pihak, terutama remaja, pemuda dan pemudi. Bukanlah saya tulis penulisan bertemakan perkara ini kerana saya arif dan mengetahui. Tidak. Saya menganggap, penulisan saya berkenaan hal ini tidak lebih dari sekadar lontaran pandangan dan idea semata-mata. Tidaklah boleh dijadikan dalil, dan tidaklah boleh dijadikan hujah. Hanya hajatnya, “Sebelum Aku Bernikah” ini menjadi santapan minda untuk menjana idea yang segar, dalam

Say, I often don’t admit my sleepless nights ever since my father went away. When I have, I invariably experience a weird kind of happiness from the other person, a “fuh, she was wrong after all!” and it’s worse that that coz some people do desperate, bad, mean, horrible and hateful things to bury their insecurities. Because of that, I don’t share easily. I don’t trust easily. I’ve been told I’m laid back, quite confident and friendly, I tend to let things flow. It’s not that I don’t have my opinions and insecurities – enough that I wonder how I hide them well enough to be considered laid back, confident, even. After years of fighting others’ insecurities, like a disease, I try hard not to let my insecurity run my life. I’ve seen the horrible effect it has on ordinarily nice people. It’s sad to see them in such state. It’s like a demon inside, insidious and hateful. A cancer that destroys kindness. And it’s catching. I’d say money is not the root of all evil. Insecurity is the ro

He was devastated.  His only source of nourishment had disappeared.  It was all he knew, and now it was gone.  Suddenly, the world grew cold, and only strangers surrounded him.  The newborn child screamed.  He thought his life was over. What the child did not realize was that there was someone taking care of him.  There was a plan for him.  And in place of everything that had been taken away, his Protector would provide something better.  The nourishment he had once received only through blood would soon come through his mother’s milk.  And the lifeless walls of the womb—once thought to be his only protection—would soon be replaced by the comfort of his family’s arms. And yet, to the newborn child, it would seem he had lost everything. read more