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Seasonal life

All i can say is that life has seasons, and some seasons you’re doing amazingly and living with great joy and your demons are at bay, seemingly defeated. But then new seasons arrive, and you aren’t doing so hot, and while you pursue joy in all you do, the demons come out and almost engulf you. This season could be difficult and frustrating because i seem to struggle with the same things over and over and over again. it takes a toll on my mind and my body and my heart. it affects every aspect of my life– because i let it.  But i know that it’s not a matter of winning or losing, but of fighting and moving forward.

One after another

This is an important lesson to remember when we're having a bad day, a bad month or a shitty year. Things will change, because I believe we won't feel this way forever, isn't it?

And anyway, sometimes the hardest lessons to learn are the ones our soul needs most. I believe we can't feel real joy unless we've been felt heartache. We can't have a sense of victory unless we know what it means to fail.

Petani yang buntu

Dunia adalah tentang memegang amanah; melaksanakannya, serta membuat keputusan dari pilihan-pilihan yang ada.
Dan kerana hidup dan kehidupan adalah rahsia Tuhan yang nyata,
maka kepada Tuhanlah kita harus bertanya tentang apa pun pilihan yang ingin kita buat.

Kenapa mesti Allah?
Kerana tidak ada walau sehelai daun pun yang gugur di luar pengetahuanNYA. (Al-an'am:59)
Dan kerana Allah tahu apa yang ada dalam setiap hati, meski nyata atau rahsia.(Al-Mulk:13)

Ada seorang petani yang diberikan rezeki memiliki sebidang tanah yang luas. Kering, dan tidak mengizinkan tanaman.
Tanah seluas itu, hanya di isi dengan rumahnya; kerana hanya itu yang dia ada.

Maka suatu hari, petani yang ingin mencari rezeki diberikan sampan kecil untuknya berusaha.Maka petani bertanya kepada Allah, haruskah dia menerima sampan itu..sedang lautan berada jauh dari kawasannya.Dan Allah menjawabnya dengan menjadikan seisi rumah si petani merasa lapang terhadap sampan itu. Maka petani mengambilnya.


Bermusyawarah si petani d…

Book = People

People are like books. There are some you would want to hold on to for the rest of your life, some that you could not afford to finish reading because of consequent disinterest, some that you would want to read over and over and just doesn’t seem to get boring. In every person is a whole lot of story, which then would explain the maxim, “Don’t judge a book by its cover.” Fair enough, right? Until one has picked up a book and read from beginning thru end, one cannot be certain with the conclusion it holds. Now in all the hundreds and thousands of books that you will come across in your entire life, there are bound to be some that would stand out, some that would be forgotten, and some that would be left behind. As it is, we have to move on from one book to the next. With people, it is an inevitable phenomenon to be fleeting creatures, in constant search for new experiences, new sensations. There is, after all, only one life that we are given to live.

(94: 5-6)

"So verily, with the hardship, there is relief, Verily, with the hardship, there is relief" (Al-Insyirah: 5-6)


Mata terhenti di bacaan ke lima dan enam. Diturunkan al-Quran perlahan-lahan. “Tuhan itu kan adil” Pelahan dia menggumam antara dengar dengan tidak.
Semua pun ada hikmah. Antara sedar atau tidak. Semuanya, literally. Bukan hanya pada sesetengah perkara. Bukan hanya pada sesetengah manusia. Hikmah itu merangkumi setiap kejadian dan juga semua hamba. Lambat-lambat kepala mengangguk sendiri.
Jadinya, kena sentiasa bersangka baik lah kan? Soalnya pada diri. Tangan masih dilarikan pada meja, melukis dengan hanya ingatan di kepala. Tanpa pen mahupun dakwat yang mengisi lukisan imaginasi. Dah betul la tu. Kena bersangka baik. Walaupun ketika itu segala jenis bala yang ada dalam dunia menimpa diri. Walaupun ketika itu dah rasa nak jatuh tersembam mencium bumi. Tersenyum tersinggung si hujung bibir. Diambil pensil dari kotak pensil. Sebelah tangan lagi mencapai memo pad di dalam lac…

Still

Strange as it may seem, I still hope for the best even though the best, like an interesting piece of mail, so rarely arrives, and even when it does it can be lost so easily

What is to be human?

It seems, as the world has gotten smaller with satellites and cell phones, that time has condensed and we are further pushed to minimize everything in life in order to save ‘time’.
We sort our laundry by color and texture.  We sort our projects by order of importance.  We sort people by commonalities – or lack thereof.  A moving scale if you will.  Religion is a big one.  Politics another.
Sorting has become habitual – we do it by rote, mechanically – a memorized technique that we could multitask our way through without so much as a sideways glance.  Do you know your garbage men by name?  Do you know who delivers your letters?  Do you know anything about them, their families, children, etc.? Just a question.  No judgment.
For the sake of religion, we have forgotten or perhaps even forsaken the most basic element that is at the core: we are all human.  We’ve only walked in our own shoes, and most of us have never left the country.  Yet for reasons that make no logical sense to me, we as …