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So lose not heart, nor fall into despair: for you must gain mastery if you are true in Faith.

Your god, my God.

One drop of tears fell off.. One by one. I know that it’s just a class, but my tears fell off own its own. I have no control over it anymore. “I miss my God. I love my God.” “Rindu.. sayang..” “Ya Allah..Ya Allah.. “ “I miss the prophet, the beloved Rasulullah s.a.w..” “Subhanallah.. Subhanallah..” Tears runs slowly down.. I let them be, let them run. “Astaghfirullah hal azim..” I realized that your idea of god and my God is not the same. How could you? How could you? It’s God Almighty that creates the heaven and earth, and everything between it. The Most Powerful, The Greatest Power of All.. That creates us, the human. “Created men out of a (mere) clot of congealed blood” He is, “Lord and Cherisher of Mankind” “The Ruler of Mankind,” “The God of Mankind,” We are just human, that live life like human do. We are NOTHING compared to Him. But still, Allah is The Most Merciful, Most Gracious, Most Kind. “He begets not, nor is He begotten” (Dia tidak beranak dan tidak pula diperanakkan) How could you say that god turn himself into a human to save mankind? How could you say that god made all humans to be evil, and trade himself to sacrifice for their sin? And thus, he is a Father, a Son, and a Holy Spirit? It doesn’t make sense. Not any of them! Tak faham~! I’m not convinced. God knows everything that you don’t. What makes you so confident? Yes, now I know better about you Your god, which was never mine. But somehow, it felt so lonely. The conversation always ends with no ending. Situations, human errors, and more human problems. I don’t see no resolution. I don’t feel no resolution. Still, it’s lonely. Why not talk about His creations instead. The Creator, Subhanallah It’s rather calming. You can feel it, right there in your heart. The moon, and the sky, the trees and animals, they are always in order, just the way that they are supposed to be. The night will come when the day ends. And the cycle continues on His demand. Only Allah who we should submit to. There’s no god but Allah. I’l n’ya deux que Deux. And Muhammad s.a.w is the messenger of Allah. Let this love be for eternity, for the One and Only. “Ya Allah..” And the tears keep on falling..

Hidari-kikiのせい。

You Are 5% Left Brained, 95% Right Brained

The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning. Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others. If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic. Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet. The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility. Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way. If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art. Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.

Are You Right or Left Brained?

well, I don't like it when its quiet. My things are all over the place, but Alhamdulillah they are manageable and easy to find. ^-^* 95% Right brain? Haish.. I need more balance in life then..

Good-Bye

(taken from my.Xanga) Sorry if my last post was about toilets , but I really feel like writing something about someone I knew. She passed away yesterday. I followed her blog, every now and then (Im not a regular blog-hopper). She's a fighter for sure. A photographer that takes picture beautifully, and loves the sports cycling arena. I didnt know much about her back then in school, compared to now. I basically knew nothing about her. Except for her name, and which class she belonged to. I knew about her cancer on her blog. Hamizah told me. Surpised. Very surprised. No words could describe my feelings. It was already at 3rd stage. And few hours ago, people keep on changing thier facebook status saying "Al-Fatihah to Wan Maisara Amirah". I don't know why. But I was too blur to catch it. It took me a while to really understand what actually happened. I began searching for her blog. her flickr and everything else. She's gone. But she left her memories behind. Her work of art. Her works. I just hope that there's more to that somewhere. Only God knows. The Almighty knows better. Who are we to judge? Who are we to critisize? She's young. You are too. I am too. "Kematian itu tak bisa memilih". It reminds me of the prophet's saying." There's going to be a time where humans are going to have a disease. It is Wahan." "To love the world, and be afraid to die." People come and go. We too, will leave one day. Its just a matter of time. Are we ready to pack-and-go? "Sebaik2 bekalan adalah taqwa". Al-Fatihah to Wan Maisara Amirah (on the left).Insya'Allah we'll be seeing you in the other world.

Deadliest.

I was looking for the right spelling of the word deadliest. I thought there's something such as "deadlious" harm. >_<"

and I found this!

Top 10 Deadliest Food

some of them are just the food that I've been eating everyday.(Except for the carbonated drinks. I just don't drink them) Am I dying?? -0-

Ummah and Nationality.

I took a class about the history of Middle East this new semester. To my surprise, it was very hard to understand. Well, more complicated i guess a lot happenings and deals here and there, with more numbers and more names to remember. But to think positively, I'm gonna try to learn this by heart. To feel it, and send it to my brain for a lifetime memory.

One thing that caught my attention when somewhere around the early 19th century, Egypt changed their "sense of belonging". "帰属意識の転換"(Yes, I'm studying history in Japanese..)
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From an ummah, to a sense of watan (nation in arabic).
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This mind-set was obviously caused by the English/European thinking, that they were once ruled by. As a Muslim, I think it is one of the reason why our ummah is falling apart in the middle east. They were separated by their sense of nationality rather than the Muslim brotherhood itself.
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"You are Saudis, we are Egyptian. So we're different,"
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In God Almighty's view, we are all the same. We are differentiate ONLY by the deeds that we do. If I'm not mistaken, the land of one Muslim, belongs to another Muslim. Meaning, there is no county-like boundaries that are separating us; one very big Islamic country or land that we are free explore and live. Isn't that better for everyone? There is too much bureaucracy even among the Muslim countries now.

Last week for our presentation class, we were discussing about people that don't have a nationality. There are estimated around 15 million people that were left out during war, or displaced in an independence process.


One of the story found in YouTube was a family that lives in Palestine. The husband have had an Egyptian passport but it was lost during the war. Now, the whole family do not belong to any nationality as the man's application for a new nationality was rejected for the 3rd times. Now, their children can't go to school, get medical treatment, work legally, own a property or even travel out from the country. And the uncertain future of the generation will continue.

How sad. Why do we have to be like this? I miss the Ummah. The Ummah that was once portrayed in the times of our beloved prophet, Rasulullah s.a.w. The times where Islam was the only thing that brings people together. Their hearts fill with loved for each other, because of Allah. How beautiful.

I'm not being racist here, but when Mekah was opened by the prophet, they had numerous of other religion as well. Practising their own beliefs, freely. And still they worked together to build a country; to build an Ummah.

What is me.

i really like this video.

Spend some minute of your time to hear to others. To know the reasons.

LERBERG.

in pieces... 

Wallaa..!

=) It was easy! I'm happy with IKEA..

Ha-Ha Number 2*

If U were born on the 2nd, 11th, 20th, 29th of any month then U r number2...* **Number 2 ** * *No matter what, you will be loved by every one coz your ruler is theMoon and every one loves the Moon. Well.. you are a person who day dream alot, you have very low-self confidence, you need back up for every move inyour life, you are very much unpredictable. Means you do change according totime and circumstances, kind a selfish, have a very strong sense of musical,artistic talent, verbal communication. Your attitudes are like the Moon,comes to gloom and fade away so everybody can expect changes in you. You canbe a next Mahatma Gandhi who does peace love or you can be a Hitler whowants to destroy the man kind and peace (I mean in the community and yourown home). If you really have a deep thought about your own believe in God you canfeel the difference which will make you stronger! Most of the time yourwords are a kind of would be happening true! So without any knowledgeyou can predict the situation.. You will become poets, writers, anyartistic business people! ****You are not strong in love, so you will be there and here till you getmarry.. If U r a girl you will be a responsible woman in the wholefamily. * *If U r a man you will involve in fights & arguments in the familyorvice-versa. Means you will sacrifice your life for the goodness sake ofyour family... You are gentle , intuitive with a broad vision, a powerbehind the scenes, well balanced People!!! **Your best match is 2 ,5 ,9 no other people can put up with you !!! Oh, this is very funny though.. I posted it up just for the fun of it. x) Took it from Paan's page.

Wee~Wee~

-I had a GREAT birthday treat from my fellow PETs. *^-^* (new post coming out, no pictures yet..)

# VERY useful presents. Thank you! # Oh-I-don't-know-what-to-say NEW nickname. # AMUSING accidents. Well planned out isit? =) -It was a tiring sunday for me and Iman, preparing for her Eid open house last night. About 22 people came to Iman's teratak, and I hope that everyone is happy! =) (morepictures for this!) -Can't wait to go to Ikea and feel more at home, and shop for familiar things. -Our katibah this week. Miss everyone already! I know I need to post things for our Ini.Cerita.Kita blog, but my writing idea seems to be running down the drain everytime I start to write. T-T" And life goes on with more things to write and to discover.

2nd Syawal on 2nd October.

Its once in a lifetime thing to happen.

Sorry, I'm not there to celebrate it with you.

I still remember, 4 years ago when you came to this world.

It was 2nd day of raya, back in Batu Pahat.

They call you budak kampung, as you are the only one in the family not born in KL.

Now you've grown beautifully.

I envy you.

You're never out of words, when you speak.

Full of confident, you stand up for yourself.

Not afraid to be different, you are who you are.

and that is what I like most about you.

Happy Birthday to you my little sister.

Happy Birthday.

Our birthday on the same day, today.

just on a different calendar.

The Call...

12 am, at the time I was too worried about what to do for tomorrow's presentation, when a call came. 

"りょうすけ (Ryoutsuke) Calling..." 

Eh? Who? Ryoutsuke mana pulak la ni..

"Nadiaちゃん！誕生日おめでとううう！！”、he shouted.

 Still confused and blur.. I went, "Eh, nani??"

"誕生日おめでとう！！” he said.

"Ah.. 誕生日。。。覚えてるね。。！”I said.

"もちろん覚えてるよ！今日の一日でいいことになるようにねえ！また学校で会いましょう！

じゃあ、おやすみ～！”he sounded with great enthusiasm.

"じゃ、おやすみ。。！” I ended the conversation.

Surprise, surprise.. he was only my tutor at school. at least for about a week. And my nayami for the presentation continues.. 

Ra-ya.

Its 1st Syawal!! Yeah, I'm a bit tired, but still, its raya! We went to Masjid Otsuka this morning, (except for the fact that we were 2hours late!) missed the solat raya of course. But, I was happy when I saw some familiar face at the mosque. We brought Akane along with us to celebrate this year's Syawal. She wore my baju kurung pahang, which was my last year's baju raya(hey, she looked good doesnt she?), we ate A LOT of Pakistani food ,and some rendang made by Kak Linda.

Not knowing where to go, we ended up lepaking at the mosque till after Zohor, and went to CrispyKreme, all the way in Shibuya. I wasnt feeling so good as I still could not made up my mind; to go, or not to go, for the next class. Even if I do, it will take me about 2 hours to get there, (plus the journey back to shibuya about 1 hour plus) and miss the open house at En.Jasri's house. My first day of raya cant just end at the CrispyKreme.No-no!

Jalan2 di Shibuya with Kak Niza.She's leaving soon...

While waiting for Naza to come and join us in Shibuya, we asked around if anyone knows how to get to En.Jasri's place. In the mail we got from the embassy was written En.Jasri's address. I did not took 'em down, neither did Husna. Since we've forward the same email to Naza, we supposed that he knows the address. Yes, he did mail us the address. The address of his house!! I still remember, "31 5 6 naka meguro".　？？Dou iu koto?? As far as I know, we have to get on a bus to that place. So, does it mean that we have to get on bus no. 31, change at no.5 stop, and get down at no.6???

So clever la Naza kan?

As soon as we got En.Jasri's phone number, we called him for the RIGHT instruction, while Naza walked all the way from Naka-Meguro's station. (Sungguh bijak la anda~) So, that was the drama... and yes, I was happy.

When Naza said, "DARE?"

Food, food and more food. Laugh, pictures, and more pictures. Naza, unfortunately went crazy with my camera, and I think he took more than 100 pictures. We went back at about 6pm, as someone have to rush for baito, go back to sleep for tomorrow's first period class, and last but not least, someone who still have to finish her presentation for the next morn.

(click on the picture above for more other pictures from the album!)

My raya partners for the year~ Otsukararesamades!

..and Selamat Hari Raya.