Kadangkala..

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim..

Papan yang dipaku.
Walaupun kita cabut kembali paku tersebut, lubangnya tetap ada.
Forgive but not forget.
-ust Anas

Memang susah utk lupakan perkara buruk yg org buat pd kita.
Tanpa sedar kita akan ungkit walau bukan depan individu terbabit.
Ayah kata, itu subur mazmumah namanya.
Allah tak suka.

PRS ulang ayat yang sama setiap minggu
"Setiap penyakit ada ubatnya, blablabla"

Satu sahaja yang membuat hati ini tersedar
Membuat akal ini berfikir sejenak

Dendam. Katakan pada diri sendiri;
"Dia juga hanya seorang hamba Allah seperti aku,"

Ya, hati amat3 sukar untuk dirawat.

Ok. Biar.
Status menyekat untuk bertindak lebih.

Hidup sebagai siapa diri sendiri.
Mudah sangat.
.Fullstop.


till then, wassalam.

Mahrajan Kawad Kaki dan Hari Keusahawanan MAHISS 2010

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim

Hari ni ada kawad kaki dan hari keusahawanan.
Ana tak masuk kawad tahun ni.
Pagi2 jumpa tasha kat kantin.
Dia yg jadi KK, ana pulak yang gabra. ha.ha.

Tangkap2 gnba+vid pandu puteri.
Ada pulak sorang mamat ni bega dgn DSLR dye.
Fine, ana pkai camera biasa. 10MP ok apa.

Kemudian tolong2 mereka apa yg patut.
Sebelum naik tingkat atas jalankan amanah.
Haha. Syema dah order dah suruh rakam itu ini.
Formasi PBSM, Pandu Puteri, KEPO putera, PPI.
Waktu nak rakam kepo putera tu mcm segan je org pndng.
Tpi dh syema nk tgk adik dye si solah tu, ah rakam je la.

Pandu puteri mantap! Tahniah buat Ain Natasha Maa'rof. I salute u.
Isnin ni apa kabar la suaramu. haha.

Ramai gak bukak gerai tadi.
Ada gerai koop, 5ibs, f3mn, putera3umar, bla3.
Tadi sya iz ada jejak kasih pulak. hee.

Mahrajan habis jam 3 petang. Terus pergi solat.
Pukul 3.30 lebih kurang, gerak g bustop dgn mun dan aieshah.
Tataw la hari ni apa yang tak kena, 3 bas kami terlepas.
Ujian2. Mmg kteorg jerit2 kt bustop tu.
Ada pulak driver tu tak benti. Apa masalah dy nta.
Last2 kteorg jalan g bustop dpn 7E tu.
Pukul 4.40, baru dpt naik bas yg ke-4.

Sampai Kajang, tepat jam 5 petang.
Naik bas mini, nak tunggu dy jalan ag dah 5.10 petang.
Waa penat! Tak suka Sri Indah.

______________________________________________________

Gerai f3MN

dayah x abes2 ngan brooch dy. haha.

Bersiap

Cg Zuriyani

Tunggu utk check uniform

Amende ar dy tulih

PBSM puteri

Pandu Puteri

KRS putera

Kadet Bomba puteri

Kadet Polis Putera

Puteri Islam

Kawad Individu

Epilog

Today was my father's bday.
Happy bday, abuya. You mean a lot to this family.
You taught us many things. Many arts of living.

till then

Wassalam.

footnote: kepada saudari yg bernama Norsyafiqah Saiful Anuar, saya yang bernama Nur Jehaada Ibrahim ingin meminta maaf semaaf2nya andai saya ada terbuat saudari terkecil hati atau yang sewaktu dengannya. Maaf dan maaf lagi. Sori tw!

Open Your Eyes

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim..

in the name of Allah, the most gracious, the most merciful..

Look around yourselves

Can’t you see this wonder

Spreaded infront of you

The clouds floating by

The skies are clear and blue

Planets in the orbits

The moon and the sun

Such perfect harmony

Let’s start question in ourselves

Isn’t this proof enough for us

Or are we so blind

To push it all aside..

No..

We just have to

Open our eyes, our hearts, and minds

If we just look bright to see the signs

We can’t keep hiding from the truth

Let it take us by surprise

Take us in the best way

(Allah..)

Guide us every single day..

(Allah..)

Keep us close to You

Until the end of time..

Look inside yourselves

Such a perfect order

Hiding in yourselves

Running in your veins

What about anger love and pain

And all the things you’re feeling

Can you touch them with your hand?

So are they really there?

When a baby’s born

So helpless and weak

And you’re watching him growing..

So why deny

Whats in front of your eyes

The biggest miracle of life..

Allah..

You created everything

We belong to You

Ya Robb we raise our hands

Forever we thank You..

Alhamdulillah..

Artist: Maher Zain

Album: Thank You Allah

Copyright: Awakening Records 2009

Yang Diperlukan...

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim..

Di satu malam yang sunyi, hujan turun renyai-renyai. Seorang wanita berjalan dalam samar kegelapan cahaya lampu jalan. Langkah diatur menuju ke bawah jambatan. Saat itu, alam menjadi saksi satu kelahiran. Kelahiran seorang bayi suci, namun disambut tanpa azan. Kelahirannya hanya disambut dengan tangisan dan raungan penyesalan si ibu terhadap takdir Tuhan.

Malam itu juga, alam menjadi saksi satu kekejaman. Wanita itu, berlalu pergi tanpa membawa bersama si kecil amanah Tuhan. Ditinggalkan disitu setelah plastik menjadi tutupan. Telinganya ditekup daripada mendengar tangisan bayi itu. Naluri ibunya meronta, namun si Laknatullah lebih meraja. Semakin jauh kakinya melangkah, semakin sayup tangisan.

‘Maafkan ibu. Bukan niat ibu membuatmu begini,’

Si kecil yang ditinggalkan, mengadu pada Tuhan. Mengapa ibu begini? Malam itu dalam kesejukan, dia menggigil seorang diri. Meraung tanpa suara dibawah jambatan, ditemani simpati beberapa makhluk Tuhan. Saluran nafasnya yang dihalang semakin tersekat. Hujan semakin lebat. Dan malam itu, alam menjadi saksi satu pembunuhan.

Tubuh kecil itu menjadi biru. Saat mentari pagi mula menyinari bumi Tuhan, datanglah beberapa gagak hitam yang kelaparan mencari sesuap makanan. Sudah lumrah, makanannya bangkai. Rezeki yang ada tidak disia-siakan. Jasad si bayi dilahap bagai harimau meratah mangsa. Lalu terlihatlah oleh beberapa manusia. Maka segalanya gempar.

Jasad si bayi dikebumikan oleh insan-insan yang masih punya perasaan. Terbenam ke dalam bumi Tuhan, bersama kenangan malam pertama dan terakhirnya di dunia.

Semakin hari, semakin ramai yang senasib dengannya. Lalu muncullah insan-insan hipokrit yang kononnya ingin membela, sebaliknya hanya mencari pengaruh dan nama. Hanya ingin disanjung-sanjung dan dikatakan mengambil berat. Semuanya punya agenda tersendiri.

Si bayi termenung. Melihat segala-galanya dari atas. Bermacam perangai masyarakat diperhatikan. Oh Tuhan.. Aneh sungguh hamba-hambaMu dibawah sana.
Yang diperlukan bukanlah 1001 kempen, tapi cukuplah secebis pengisian jiwa.
Yang diperlukan untuk mengubah masyarakat bukanlah 1001 akta-akta manusia, tapi cukuplah hudud yang Kau sediakan.
Yang diperlukan untuk mengubah dunia bukanlah Hari____Sedunia, tapi cukuplah kecintaan dan ketakwaan kepadaMu!
Tapi mengapa mereka sombong kepadaMu, Tuhan? Seolah dunia ini mereka yang punya.
Aneh. Aneh sekali.

Si bayi di atas, bersujud kepada Tuhan. Syukur yang teramat, kerana terlepas dari ujian cinta dunia dan takut mati. Syukur yang teramat kerana sudah pasti dijanjikan syurga. Doa dipanjat, moga ibunya sempat bertaubat.
Semetara ibunya dibawah, masih dalam kegelapan…

Sabda Rasulullah S.A.W:
" Akan datang suatu masa dalam waktu dekat, bangsa-bangsa ( selain umat Islam ) bersatu akan mengalahkan kamu seumpama sekumpulan manusia berkerumun berebut-rebut akan hidangan makanan di sekitar mereka.
Sahabat bertanya : " Wahai Rasulullah!, apakah kerana sedikitnya umat Islam pada waktu itu?”
Rasulullah menjawab : " Bukan, bahkan kamu pada waktu itu adalah golongan teramai, tetapi kamu pada waktu itu bagaikan buih-buih di lautan. Allah telah mencabut dari hati musuhmu perasaan takut kepada kamu dan Allah mencampakkan perasaan 'wahn' ke dalam hati kamu.”
Sahabat bertanya : " Wahai Rasulullah!, apa yang di maksudkan 'wahn' itu?”
Rasulullah s.a.w. menjawab : " Cinta dunia dan takut mati. "

till then, wassalam
Musirrah



.

Extremely late!

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim..

It was all started on Monday.
No, I came quite early on Monday. [early la sgt]
Acct the perhimpunan has just started.
But it was enough early for a Nur Jehaada.

Yes, Tuesday. What a memorable day.
I woke up at 6 as usual, and ironed my uniform after arranged the books.
At 6.50, I was in front of the mirror, wearing my tudung.
Suddenly I heard the siren of the car [org panggil 'siren' ke?]
And I heard my mum and dad were talking to each other.
Like discussing something important, maybe.
So I walked downstairs and fetch my school bag, while my mum slowly came to me.

"The car has run out of battery," she said.

Oh no.. The time was 6.55am.
I'm going to die. No, I'm already dead.
Oh Proton Wira.. why are you doing this to me?

My mum asked me to stay at home, no need to go to school that day.
But never for me. I don't like to miss even one day of schooling without a solid reason.
[even though the car's problem is already a solid reason]
Furthermore, I have to show Cg Ezana the materials for Kerja Kursus Sejarah today.

So I went to my father who was standing outside the house.

"Dad, may you asked any of your friend to send me? I don't mind of being late,"

My dad stayed silent before gave me a reply.

"I will try to ask Pak Cik Halim. He was acct in outstation, but who knows he has come back,"

Pak Cik Halim was also the one who sent me to school for a week last year, again because of that Wira's damaged.
I went to my mum and talked to her before my dad came and said that Pak Cik Halim is going to arrive 10minutes later.
I looked at the clock. It was 7.13am. And suddenly I laugh by myself without any reason.
10minutes was such a long period. I went to the kitchen, took a small paper bag and filled in it with some crackers. Ha.ha. Very relax.

Pak Cik Halim arrived at 7.2osumthing.
I rode the car with my father. Three of Pak Cik Halim's children were inside also.
I was informed that he was going to send his children to ABIM first.
I just don't mind because it was already 7.25, so my name will also be taken by the KP on duty even if he send me first.

Inside the car, my father and Pak Cik Halim chattered about politics issues.
I played with the kids as they have known me.
And that time, nothing went inside my mind except for one thought;
What a heaven if I have little sisters and brothers at home...

Sungai Ramal was veryveryveryveryvery jam.
After the kids reached ABIM, I just realized that it was already 7.40am.
Whoa... I'm going to reached Maahad at 7.45 maybe.

But it was not like what I thought.
The jam continued and I swear to myself, I will take back my suggestion to my mum on moving to Sg Ramal. Oh I will never live in this place.
Kajang is the best, at least the roads are wide!

At 8 o'clock that morning, finally I reached the school.
After thanked Pak Cik Halim, I walked as usual inside.
The 'jaga' greet me; "Hei... awal nampak?"
Huh. It's him again -_-"

What a day. I reached school at 8.00! I was late. Extremely late.
Everyone has gone to class, even the KP also.
So I walked to 3ali, can't stop smiling.

On Wednesday, I was late again because of the same reason.
But today, I reached school at 7.20.
That akak KP asked me why I was late, so I told the real thing.

On Thursday, once again I was late. And this is not because of the car.
Woke up late? No, I woke up at 5 today. It's just something happened.

The same akak KP was on duty that day.
And she asked me sarcastically;
"Kenapa lambat hari ni? Bateri habis?"

What the.. Does she think I love it to be late?
I never mind of being 'merit' for many times, just don't like she said like that.

these un effective rules and KPs..
erm. .they're just wearing a different colour of uniform,
White is the best, ever.
Still, friend is friend, KP is KP.

Sorry. I will try my best to come earlier next time, insyaAllah...

till then, pen off
wassalam :)