Assalamuallaikum


Hi there,
How’s your life? Wish you okay.

Well, I am in rush bloody stress hours. Not look like an angel. I always have not alot of sexiest dreams. Dreaming that I can sail around the world with someone loves me much muaaacchhh. Making stories with you only. Then, being a wife and a mother of your children. Going to make a lil’ family. In short, I am a cool dreamer. *oops* Lately, my days changed. Totally not wrong if people thinks that I am a lebay gal. Yap, no offense about it. I admit. So, please let me tell something called confession. Let me introduce my (really) myself. *weak bow* What is it? First, I am an ordinary girl. Just really ordinary! I can smile with nothing. No causing. Crying when you tell about what life love is. Yess, I can cry suddenly when see romantic movie. Or becoming shy when somebody saying “Hey, . How beautiful you are!“. *really?* Second, I am lil’ shy in telling what I want. I prefer write what I feel than show it. But, truthly I am not a shy girl. Just can’t say when I meet somebody that steal my deepest life! My lips’s totally freezed! Stuck. *hate* They say, “speechless niyeee“. Third, last but least, I am totally sensitive about who people that love my love! *headache* Well, make it simple. I am a very very very jealousy girl! Urgh, parahnya saya. I can kill any people named ‘woman’ in da world who wants to steal my love it’s you from me. I can be a murderer if you need. Easy, it’s just my dream. Still kinds of my bad side. Deal? I am totally woman! Even people always said “Talking with u just like talking with a guy. She has a quite thinking like a man. Thinking or responsing problem logically“. Well, thanks for it. But, again I am still a girl! *hit* Need understanding more than you do, man! Oh, man. I am just telling what really you supposed to know. *please!* I wake up this morning with no smile. Why? Simple answer, I’m sad. Can’t feel what must I feel. Can’t touch what most I want. And, simple again. I just cry! Remember that you’re not allowed tobe in my dream! *sigh* I do not hate it much. Bloody hits me! I scream loudly in my heart. Why? What happen in me actually? *sigh* Oh, that’s me! What a strange girl, huh?

Selasa, 29 Januari 2013

Thing !! (Islamic poems)

Better late.. than Never!!

Please dear brother can you listen to me??
One of these days, you will find out and see?
Each day will pass, one day you'll die!,
Yet you do not care, oh! Please tell me why.
Every day, we give you a warning
But still you're the same,
Each night, each morning.
In this world, you may have fun,
But from Allah, you cannot run,
When I tell you, you burst into laughter!
It's not that long until the Hereafter.
You think you're skilful, with songs and dance,
Still you don't care to give yourself a chance,
Allah is the One, that you should fear,
The One who is SOOO GREAT!, the One who is SOO dear.
You will see, as you don't care,
You will be punished? so just BEWARE!
You're healthy and wealthy, but still greedy!
You never stop to think about, the poor and needy.
With a shock, people stare,
And think isn't this man aware??
Because life in this world is too short
Soon enough Allah, will hold a hearing in court.
As you well know, life is a TEST!,
Only those who succeed will achieve the BEST!
How you want to live, you can chose,
But if you are good, then you have nothing to lose!
INSULTS

 
Today i hear another insult
not from non muslim but from my own muslim folks
maybe i deserve this verbal assault
and the cut eye to disparage my soul
i feel baffled when some dont respond to my salaam
because its not like its haraam
then i see the reflection of my self in the mirror
i realise, i then stop asking myself "why" and differ
i know i have never been good to my elders
and i have always been known for my prohibited binges
not just from today or yesterday but since ages
but my habit has faded but memories still lingers
i know im not an pious individual believer
even though i try my hardest to deliver
in a world of full of distractions
but alhumdulillah, this little iman which i posses keeps me strong and sronger
the smirks, the laughs and the offensive tirades does hurt
but it doesnt make me depise them cause it wouldnt justify anything or make it halt
but i rejoice now, that my life has changed for the better
for HE has guided me away from my self-made destruction

by : kalima

 
Let's be rational HERE

 
"How will I die?"
A simple question,
yet a neglected one.
They tell us all the time,
"Think about your destiny."
But do we?
We say to ourselves,
"I still got my whole life ahead of me."
True enough,
but what if
that life happens to end tomorrow?
Why do we fail to understand
that this short life,
which we take for granted,
is absolutely NOTHING
compared to what's coming.
Let's be rational.
Let's ask ourselves,
before fulfilling a wrongful desire:
"Do I want to die doing this?
Is this worth the great torture
in the grave?
Is it worth the tremendous grieving,
the HORROR,
the undefined terrors
of the Inevitable Day?
Is it worth
the painful,
unbearable,
terrible,
horrific,
Eternal Punishment?
Does it make sense to spend 80-90 years
fulfilling our desires,
and then be doomed to spend an ETERNITY
in horrendous punishment?
Does it not make more sense
to spend 80-90 years being patient,
praying to God,
and then enjoy an ETERNITY
of joyful,
happy,
desirable,
beautiful
Reward in Paradise?"
You decide
which makes more sense.
After all,
the choice lies with none other than
yourself.
Just know one thing:
that your choice
will determine your destiny
for the next INFINITY years
after death.
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Brothers and Sisters, this is a very serious point. You can even think about it mathematically:
Let's say a person lives for 90 years on Earth. After death, we will all live forever. (Either in torment or reward) How is "forever" expressed mathematically? "Infinity" is the number. Now what is 90 divided by infinity? 90/infinity equals ZERO! ZERO, brothers and sisters! That means that 90 is nothing compared to infinity! You decide which you want, the 90 or the infinity.
 
(poem by : ProudMuslima)

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