muslim = bz

erm....wah~~ lamenye x update. huhu

recently nie mmg bz. byk kehendak yg perlu d penuhi...

but as a muslim...byk lg yg perlu d buat.
jln yg terbaik yakni jalan yg d lalui rasulullah..iA
dlm surah as-saff 61: 10-13
surah at-taubah 9:111

bygkan allah hendak berjual beli dengan kite...but
PERSOALAN:

APA YG HAK KITA untuk berjual beli ngan allah????

x malukan kite dgn maha pencipta yg sgt MAHA bermurah hati...
tuhan yg macam mane lg kite nak...


dlm melaksanaan perniagaan ini. ade criteria2 yg perlu d penuhi
yakni..."masuklah dlm islam itu secara menyeluruh"

hanya org benar2 berfikir sahaja memahami dan mampu melaksanakan perkara ini
yg ternyata berat berdasarkan waqi' yg ada skarang ini

"islam itu asing (ganjil) dan ia akan kembali ganjil" kate umar al khattab

as hamba yg sehin-hinanya ana harus sedar akan hakikat penciptaan diri ini

Suatu ketika, Rasulullah berjalan di depan sekumpulan orang yang sedang ketawa, lalu Baginda bersabda yang bermaksud: "Demi Tuhan yang jiwaku ini berada dalam genggaman-Nya. Jika kamu semua tahu apa yang aku tahu, nescaya kamu banyak menangis dan sedikit ketawa.” (Riwayat Bukhari dan Abu Hurairah)

Rasulullah bersabda yang bermaksud: “Dan janganlah kamu banyak ketawa kerana banyak ketawa itu mematikan hati.” (Riwayat Ahmad dan at-Tirmizi)

The Stranger

This is a story I had read when I was in secondary school. I had found it again by chance while browsing thru iluvislam.com. Hence I decide to share it here, for all of us to ponder.

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A few months before I was born, my dad met a stranger who was new to our small town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer, and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around to welcome me into the world a few months later.

As I grew up, I never questioned his place in our family. In my young mind, each member had a special niche. My brother, Bilal, five years my senior, was my example. Fatimah, my younger sister, gave me an opportunity to play big brother' and develop the art of teasing. My parents were complementary instructors - Mom taught me to love the word of Allah, and Dad taught me to obey it. But the stranger was our storyteller. He could weave the most fascinating tales. Adventures, mysteries, and comedies were daily conversations. He could hold our whole family spell-bound for hours each evening.

If I wanted to know about politics, history, or science, he knew it. He knew about the past, understood the present, and seemingly could predict the future. The pictures he could draw were so life like that I would often laugh or cry as I watched. He was like a friend to the whole family. He took Dad, Bilal, and me to our first major league baseball game.

He was always encouraging us to see the movies and he even made arrangements to introduce us to several movie stars. The stranger was an incessant talker. Dad didn't seem to mind but sometimes Mom would quietly get up while the rest of us were enthralled with one of his stories of faraway places, go to her room, and read her Qur'an and pray. I wonder now if she ever prayed that the stranger would leave.

You see, my dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions. But this stranger never felt an obligation to honor them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our house - not for some of us, from our friends, or adults. Our longtime visitor, however, used occasional four letter words that turned my ears and made Dad squirm.

To my knowledge, the stranger was never confronted. My dad was a teetotaler who didn't permit alcohol in his home, as good Muslims should. But the stranger felt like we needed exposure and enlightened us to other ways of life. He offered us beer and other alcoholic beverages often. He made cigarettes look tasty, cigars manly, and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (probably too much, too freely) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing.

I know now that the stranger influenced my early concepts of the man-woman relationship. As I look back, I believe it was the grace of Allah that the stranger did not influence us more. Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents. Yet, he was seldom rebuked and never asked to leave. More than thirty years have passed since the stranger moved in with the young family on Wangee Road.

He is not nearly so intriguing to my Dad as he was in those early years. But if I were to walk into my parents' den today, you would still see him sitting over in a corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures… His name you ask? We called him TV

Our Lord! Forgive us our sins and expiate from us our evil deeds, and make us die in the state of righteousness.

"O Allah, let our last days be the best days of our life and our last deeds be the best deeds, and let the best day be the day we meet You." (Surah Al- Imran Ayat 193)

nie cerite yg di forward ke ana dulu..hehe. seb baik ade adik yg baik mengingatkan ana supaye letak kat blog..hehe enjoy~~ \(^0^)/