Half ze Time

Matang. Ayat ini sentiasa bermain di dalam fikiran para remaja, pemuda dan pemudi. Antara sebab mengapa perkataan ‘matang’ itu popular, dukacitanya, bukanlah kerana tanggungjawab yang bakal dipikul oleh seorang manusia di masa hadapan biasanya. Tetapi biasanya, perkataan matang itu popular di kalangan remaja adalah kerana orang selalu berkata: “Tak matang lagi, tak boleh kahwin.” Maka semata-mata untuk berkahwin, maka remaja mula keluar mencari apakah itu ‘kematangan’. Tujuan? Tujuannya untuk berkahwin. Namun hakikatnya matang itu lebih dari sekadar untuk berkahwin. Kerana tugas menjadi seorang pemuda dan pemudi adalah besar untuk masa hadapan perjuangan Islam, pembangunan negara dan masyarakat. Kematangan diperlukan kerana hanya orang-orang yang matang akan membuat keputusan yang baik, dan akan melorongkan kehidupannya pada kehidupan yang baik, sekaligus mengurangkan peratus untuk kerosakan berlaku di dalam masyarakat. Remaja sebagai ‘darah baru’ di dalam masyarakat perlu menj

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