I am sorry for not being able to be there to celebrate your birthday. I never got a chance to do it as every time your birthday comes, we are not staying together. I just want you to know that your birthday is the important day for me because without this date, I would have not seen and married you. When I asked you what you really wanted on your birthday, I was a bit frustrated when you said “Don’t post anything otherwise I will get mad, use the money for your needs”. Upon your request, I followed your wish. So here, I dedicate this simple poem on your birthday, it may seem so little to you but try to go through line by line, there you will find something meaningful.
Dear, I don’t have a card, and I don’t have a rose I don’t have a David Beckham perfume, and I don’t have an Arsenal Jersey I don’t have a Batik Cake, and I don’t have a Choc cake I don’t have a night gown to tempt you tonight I don’t have a thing your money can buy I just don't have anything to give you today If you really would want me to make your heart glad on your birthday, I just want you to know that I am still fond of my husband Most women say, and I believe it’s true “It’s so terribly hard to buy things for a man” And from all that I’ve heard, I am sure it must be Well, you don’t want me spending my money on you Like I don’t like you spending your money on me I just want you to know that I am still fond of my husband Do whatever you like, I will never control you For just 3 words that God surely put into my mouth To be said to you, my only husband I love you dear, I really do, That’s all I have for your today’s birthday
I don’t remember exactly when he came into my life. Don’t ask me how I lost my heart to him. I have no clue. If you really want to know how it happened, ask god then. HE definitely got the answers because my heart belongs to HIM. What can I say; fate brought us together which was something beyond our power. I can only tell you my love-story despite it may not mean anything to you, I suppose, yet it always means a lot to me!
It all began with a SMS introducing himself straightforwardly like no other man had ever done to me. I was so blur the moment my newly mobile bip! And the mobile’s screen clearly displayed a short sentence, simple, plain, straightforward, yet long enough to keep me wondering
“ni muhamad fahmi, kelas….................”
I was struck dumb, I felt a bit weird since I did not expect it was he who sent such a SMS. I just tongue-tied to respond back. I was truly attracted to his frankness.
We had already recognized each other as we had been in the same school for two years. We were in the same batch, but as far as I could remember, I only saw him not more than twice. I did not take a shine to him. If only I knew I would marry him one day, I have probably swept off my feet towards him! That was why I did not believe “love at first sight” because attractions come from different angle and sides. Some people can fall in love only by hearing about him/ her from someone else without seeing him/her face to face. One SMS was sufficient to forthwith draw a clue that he was keenly interested to get to know me in depth.
I will never forget how my heart was throbbing and palpitating to death the first time he rang me up. Believe it or not, I had the feeling that we could sense something was “sparkling” between us just like a beetle met up with a sunflower! I denoted that "sparkling” as a “chemistry”. He had once casually mentioned,
“You are like me in many aspects; it’s just that you’re a girl, so you are a female version of me”.
The idea had already entered my mind. Nevertheless, I was still too raring to know deeper, and thus I posed,
“How did you know?”
He simply said,
“The way you reply my message and the way you perceive things”.
Is that so? Can you explain more? I want to know more? Come on, tell me more? I yearned for some more justification, a lengthy one. Hey, sometimes men like to sum up things much simpler than women.
At the beginning of our relationship, I was so reluctant to accept him because I really hated the way he proposed me. I rejected him, went for another man. It did not take too long to break up as we were not compatible; always quarreled like cat and dog so separation was the ultimate option. After I clashed with my ex, we split up then I turned to him for I know; I should have given him a chance and I was extremely confident that he might still put a hope on me. Though I rejected him at first, he did not give up proposing me for a second time. Being a heartbroken girl, his attention really made me weak at the knees. He just bide his time and that was the right time to scrape up an intimate acquaintance with each other. I personally attached to him after relenting.
I still remember before we planned for the very first date, he told me,
“I am different than before, I am suffering from serious resdung, this caused pimples outbreak; my face is no longer like before”.
He seemed to have a great worry if I’d refuse to accept him due to the drastic change of his looks. He said to the wrong person as I never care about looks. I uphold the belief- Beauty is only skin deep- outward appearance is less important than hidden or inner qualities.
As we had planned earlier, I drove my mummy’s car to UM. En route to KL, I lost my way and stranded in the traffic jam. I rounded the same road for a million times because I missed the junction heading to UM. The signboard was to blame; it was covered by huge leafy trees so I could not read the signboard. I got exhausted but finally managed to reach his college safely.
In the parking lot of his hostel, I was gazing through the tall hostel while he was crossing the road. Realizing he was shuffling towards my car, I learnt he was trying not to fix his eyes on me. But then, our eyes finally met right after he stood at a halt alongside my car, we exchanged grin and giggles, then I handed in car keys to him, allowed him to drive my mummy’s car with my little brother sat at hind seat. I let him bring us to any restaurant to quench my thirst the upshot of traversing the traffic jam for so long. I thought he would bring me to a special restaurant where waiters or waitresses would be ready to serve us. He brought me to the nearest Mamak stall instead. My first date was in Mamak stall! He treated me roti Canai, there were no waiter or waitress to ask for menu or drink so I have to do self-service. There was a group of monkeys were jumping around, gawking and gasping like a fish out of water! They were waiting for a free roti canai. My legs were quivering like hell, I managed to hide them under the table as I was terribly afraid if he noticed and I might feel so stupid. I was so nervous to sit right in front of him as he could straightly stare at me, spot blemishes all over my face. I was too shy that I felt my hands were moving like jelly. At the same time, I was so horrified if the monkeys seized my roti canai and bit my fingers, or my feet, or any part of me, or pulled over my scarf. I was proud of myself at pretending everything was okay.
The second date happened as he came to Kedah to see me before him off to Japan. He appeared like an illegal emigrant who’s walking down the street. He wore antiquated-looking jeans with a pair of old slipper. As he moved his head, protruded his long and messy hair with a clip neatly put. He grew his hair long! He was definitely not a well-dressed man. (Don’t be surprised that this was how he appeared the first time he met my parents. Hey, my mummy said, appearance is not that important. Look at his heart, he has a good heart! ) Since he came from far distance, I felt I supposed to give him something, a present. I did not really get a clue of what kind of gift should I grant him. While I was thinking in puzzle, I kept my eyes wandering around until they stopped at his hand. His bare hands gave me an idea! Yes! A watch. I bought him one. That was my first gift and the most expensive gift I had ever bought.
Before he off to Japan, he assured me
“I want to marry you, I want you to become my wife, wait for me”.
He put together his left index-finger to his right index-finger, represented ‘two become one’ sign. Though we stay cross the miles, we always keep in touch so we don’t really feel too far at heart.
In order to strengthen our relationship, we often exchange gifts. Nevertheless, there was one thing I always hoped from him- a card! The only card he had ever given to me was a postcard, with a “Maggi” trademarked on the top of it. Then I eventually realized, it was actually a free postcard for buying one set of Maggi slurppe! I was a bit frustrated but I never told him until one day he gave me a piece of paper, an A4 size, not an empty one but full of my name, very tiny but millions of them filled the whole page. I was so impressed. To my amazement, I questioned him,
“How long does it take to finish it?”
“Mm. I don’t know, I kept continuing writing it during my class. I would stop if I wanted to and continued writing from where I have stopped until there was no space left at all.”
“Why did you give it to me?”
“Because I don’t know how to make cards like you always did, this is the only thing I could do”
Though it was just a piece of paper and a pencil to come up with that thing, not even cost more than one cent. It was like a miracle, that thing made me tickled pink. He did not need so much effort to capture my affection. You see, money does not buy my love.
For almost five years of knowing each other, I never ring him up! That’s a good thing about him as he’s really the same man I knew, before and after married, he will not let one day leave without hearing my voice. Hence, he does not even mind that I never telephone him.
Time glided away too fast, a few years elapsed until he came back home just to tie a knot with me- we got engaged! He earned the money for our wedding by working late at night until dawn everyday for more than one year throughout his survival in Japan. A few months afterward, he returned home again and we got hitched! . He made an abrupt departure to Japan for the sake of our future, we both still confined with university’s life. I was a bit sad to go through life as we are not living together like a normal married spouse. The truth is I have grown accustomed to his long absences. I have never been regretting that I got married earlier compared to my other friends. However, it does still just sadden me when I desperately need him by my side, he’s just not there.
I always know when is the right time to express my real feeling and translate what he feels when he choke with words that force him to take a couple of seconds to throw them out. We share secrets and we like to talk about our future. The best part is when we frequently argue over many issues then try our best to put our heads together; thank God we always manage to solve the matter at the end. I like to think it is better to make things clear by saying something straight from the heart though I realize it may be painful. I very much concern regarding the choice of words so that I won’t hurt his heart so much! I think I am not a type of woman who always keeps controlling her man since I let him do whatever he likes- just do not break Islamic rules or commit crime as well. He does the same to me. We like the way we lead our lives.
I believe each relationship will reach the stage where conflict may arise, that’s the climax of a relationship, it will reveal the inside out of who he/she is, and how each couple deals with the quarrel is for the process of adjustment so that one fits with each other. It is normal and we had already come across this stage for more than a few times.
We seldom meet due to a few limitations such as time-constraint, long distance since we are living across the miles, and situations as we have to focus on our study. As we are now in the border-less world whereby keeping in touch is never be a problem so we make a full use of technology to make contact with. We chat at length if we are not too busy. When credit is running out, we have to make our conversation short. It is hard for me to face the situation of staying apart from my husband, besides financial problems to survive, juggling with lots of assignments and thesis as well, and sojourn in the Kedah all alone. I just don’t know as how I can put up with all these impediments with extraordinary strength inside of me.
After we got married, I discovered a lot of good things about him. Without being ask, he willingly get into kitchen to cook, wash my clothes, iron my tudung and baju kurung, and do any chores that usually done by women. I was grateful because I was married to the man I dream of for all this while! I remember recently, I got my period during fasting month so I could not fast. I went to school and right after I returned home, I flung myself on the cotton blanket and curled up silently, a few minutes later, my hubby turned out with a pan and a plate of white rice in both of his hands. He placed them in front of me. He actually cooked for me though he was fasting. Then he was like persuading me to eat the food, he'd not move until he could witness that I really took the food. As I did not want to let him down, tried to show my thanks, I raised my tired body to sit, then, I gobbled up the food instantly, and my eyes were half-closed. I was actually in a state of half sleeping while eating up the meal he prepared.
I am afraid every time I know my menstrual is coming as I feel like dying. My whole body aches as if my veins are stretching and cutting off, my foot cramp; my belly feels like pins are piercing deep inside persistently. When I struck by menstrual pain, I am not able to do my daily routine like usual. Sometimes, it is hard to go through sleepless nights and keep reciting any verses in Quran as I feel like I am nearly die. I thought I would not be having this pain soon after I got married. I was wrong. It still happens but not as often as before. I should be grateful; at least, the pain is slightly reducing. The night I was struggling with the pain; my husband just could not have a deep sleep. He tried to calm me down. He put his hands over the “tungku” to make them hot and softly rubbed his hands over my thighs. Still, it did not work. He massaged my back and did everything he could to ease my pain. He only slept for one hour to look after me. I felt too bad for not saying how much I thank him.
It will never have an end to say millions of good things about him. All I should say, thank God for bestowing me such a great man. He was the first and the last man who will always be in my heart. He has the key to open my heart though neither he nor I knew where the key came from. After all, we knew we were meant to be together and only death do us apart. I love you abang, wholeheartedly, even more than words can say. I am proud to have you, You are my sole husband, dunnyaandakhirat.
DON'T GO FAR OFF, NOT EVEN FOR A DAY Don't go far off, not even for a day, because -- because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.
Don't leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift into me, choking my lost heart.
Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach; may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance. Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,
because in that moment you'll have gone so far I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking, Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?
If the day went on not as good as I hoped, I won’t call it “bad day”, yet I regard it as a testing day. The day, in which my patience and endurance are tested, at the end, drive a mix of feelings. Would you know what hit you today? I feel like going to pieces right now. Sorry for being too emotional because I will take things out of myself if I don’t express them out. I couldn't concentrate on what I was doing today due to what has just happened.
Today is my first day of practicum, I know I have to be mentally, physically and spiritually prepared so that my first day will start smoothly, thus, the good beginning may offer positive kind of feelings inside me to undergo the next days ahead. What made me sobbed my heart out today was that I faced a few of unexpected things.
Yesterday, I squandered a few hours of ironing all my Baju Kurung as well as tudung, and all the things needed for this week already prepared as I will not be too hurry in case I wake up late in the morning. Seventh semester change me a lot. I turned up becoming an organized person, that I am actually not, I put a thick file accompanied with long red book with an IPSAH Logo at the center of it (to jot down my lesson plan, reflection and journal), all sorts of keys, stationery, a letter regarding verification of practicum teacher produced by IPSAH to be shown to Principal, and many else. I located two huge begs next to my bed before I go off sleeping so I can just grab it when I have to make a frantic dash to the school. The problem is that I drive my car alone in the dark of dawn, learn to be daring to surmount the darkness. When I was in desperate situation whereby I need to act automatically, then it will just happen in out of expectation. My usual routine was drastically changing since I got to know that I have to be at school sharp on 7.20 a.m, of course I don’t want to be labeled as a “latecomer” though being late regarded as a normal thing, I mean not a big matter to me actually. Sorry to say that. That is my most-hated habit which I really want to get rid of. Nobody can help me to wither this bad habit away. I couldn't tell how hard is it to depends on my own self in changing something which has well-embedded inside of me. Shame on me;(
Around 6.35 a.m, I pressed my alarm key to unlock my Saga while I was approaching it. The sound sounded a kind of weird, the sound broke the silence of dawn, it happened repeatedly even when I pressed the blue button to stop the irritating sound. Still, it didn’t stop. I climbed up the car, inserted my key in the keyhole, twisted to right direction, but the engine couldn’t start. I tried again and again but the car engine still could not start. I put my eyes directly on the screen behind the steering-wheel. I was speechless to see the red dot kept blinking while the green signals' sign started ticking. I got panicked but was trying to be calm. My other friends were so busy putting their bags in the car, looked so hurried to go to their school, so I knew I couldn’t depend on their help or they will be late to attend school assemble. I remembered Fikri is free for the whole morning since he has school within evening session so he was the only hope at that time. He sent Farah and Wiwit to their school, then, he dropped me at my school a bit late. My car was left in the parking lot behind of my hostel. Nevertheless, I should Thank Allah as I was able to attend my first day of practicum.
At school, I received a timetable from Penolong kanan 1 who was the first person I met the moment I entered the main office. Jihan was already there, waiting for me to get into his office together. We had a short conversation, introduced ourselves to him in polite manner. Anyway, we were trained by our lecturer to act politely, well-disciplined for the reason of giving a good impression to school as we are representating IPSAH. Meaning that our image portrays our college's image. That was what Mr Nukman said before we embarked on our practicum.
I was instructed to teach form 2 and form 4 classes, teacher told me not to put high expectation as they are not a good class, may be difficult to handle the class. The staffroom was so packed and overcrowded; the only place has for us is the school library so we had to stay in the library for a while. Thank God, at least, I have a seat to lean against. By tomorrow, I will have to start teaching which too soon for me since I haven’t met my mentor teacher today because she was out for choral speaking and Drama. I met the teacher whose class will be taken over by me until 22nd October. We had some words, talking about the class and syllabus. A few minutes afterward, I managed to take piles of books from the shelves of the staffroom to be utilized as materials for my coming lesson.
Schools off about 2; 00 P.m. . Farah fetched me up and we explored around the industrial area just to find “A proton service shop”, which told by one of the teachers in my school after telling them the problem of my car. Two standing men greeted me with welcoming smile and asked me “ nak apaa cikgu”. They knew I am a teacher, though I didn't tell them, I got an aura of teacher, my appearance can tell, maybe- based on my attire and a name tag pinned on my pink tudung. I told them about how much does it cost to tow my car from college. They advised me not to tow the car, it’s better to find a mechanic at any workshop rather than paying almost RM60 for towing, because the problem may come from the engine that may be the reason why my car couldn't start. I drew a smile while listening to their suggestion. I gave a nod to them as a sign of " I get their points". I went back to college and dropped by a workshop to settle the problem.
I afraid of thinking about what may happen tomorrow, what would touch my nerve in the future? God, please make it easy and pleasant for me to go through this practicum.
"In the name of ALLAH , the most Gracious, the most Merciful"
Today is Monday and it is a public holiday here in Malaysia. How many of us really remember what day is it today? I bet everyone who reads my post today already know the special of 27th of Rejab 1430 Hijr. Celebrations have been held here and there to commemorate the event. I hope that we (especially me who always seek for HIS forgiveness) really get the points of what and why we are celebrating this day.
In conjunction with a holy month of Rejab which is rich of blessings, allow me to give you an overview pertaining to the occurrence of Isra’ and Mikraj that took place on 27th of Rejab, a year before Hijrah was happening. The elaboration below is only a glimpse and you are suggested to refer to those who are expert in Islamic area if any doubts arise, who are more expert on this field such as, ustaz , in order to get in depth information. I would like to share some significant events happening during Israk and Mikraj as I believe, we as a muslim, should know what was behind this important day. I hope, we all can learn a lot regarding to “Isra’ and Mikraj”. May Allah guide us to Jannah, InsyaAllah. Correct me if I am wrong.
Before the happening of Israk and Mikraj
Rasululullah S.A.W underwent an operation to his chest/ stomach, done by Jibrail and Mika’il ( the name of Malaikat) . Her heart was cleaned with Zam-zam ( the water said to be originated from heaven and the well iof Zam-Zam in Makkah never dried up, some black dotes (Alaqah is a place where the Devil/ Syaitan whispers doubts) were erased. Then, the Malaikat inserted some “hikmah” (good values), knowledge and faith in his chest. After that, her chest was sewed and sealed with (Khatimin Nubuwwah). Shortly after the operation was over, appeared an animal called “Buraq” to be ridden by Rasulullah (SAW) to go through an unexpected journey called “Israk”.
During Israk and Mikraj
Throughout the journey, he was accompanied by Malaikat Jibril and Israfil and arrived to some historical places. Then, he was instructed by Malaikat Jibrail to drop by to perform two-rakaat prayer. The places which he had stopped by were:
1)The state of Thaibah (Madinah)- the place where he would do Hijrah
2)The mountain of Tursina-the place where Prophet A.S received revelation of God
3)Baitul-Laham-(the place where Prophet Isa A.S was born)
During his journey, he was disturbed by Jin Afrit with flaring fire, with the power of Allah; he is able to observe some symbolic tragedies which are extremely extraordinary:
1)There were one group did planting and harvesting, as soon as their crops were harvested, the crops ripe again and were then harvested. The prophet was told by Jibrail that these are the groups of “Fisabilillah” or those who achieved martyrdom- the reward multiplied to 700 even till the double were becoming larger and larger.
2)Rasulullah SAW came across the fragrant spot. Jibrail told him that it was actually a grave of Masyitah (a nanny of Firaun) with her husband and children (including a baby who was able to speak in order to strengthen her mother’s faith). She was killed because of the firm uphold in believing Allah and being reluctant to admit that Firaun was the God.
3)A group of people who bang their heads again and again until their heads were blown into pieces. Every time those heads were broken, their head back to normal, then they broke their head again. It happened repeatedly. Jibrail said- there were the people whose head were too heavyto kneel and bow the head( praying)
4)Some people who covered their genitals’ part (front and back) with a small piece of clothing, then they were driven out like livestock. They ate cinders and stones from hell. Jibrail mentioned –These are the people who do not want to pay Zakat -Muslim’s tithe payable.
5)A group that consist of males and females, who were eating a raw meat though there are some cooked meats by their side. Jibrail then said “ these are the people who did adultery although they already got husband and wife;
6)There were a man who was swimming in a Blood River and stones were thrown over him. Jibrail then said “that was the people who did riba’.
7)Men who were gathering some fire woods but he could not able to lift them but still, he kept adding up them. Jibrail then said: that was the people who were not able to fulfill his duty and commitment but still wish to receive another duty. (Who have been placed with trust but could not carry the trust and still continue to take other trusts.)
8)A group of people who were cutting their tongue and lips with iron scissors for many times. Every time they cut their tongue and lips, those parts returned to normal. "That was the people who did slandering and said something that he/she did not even do" said Jibril.
9)There were a group of people who were scratching their faces and chests using their copper nails. Jibrail then mentioned “there were the people who ate human’s meat (gossiping- talking bad things about other to tarnish their image) and smear others’ people.
10)A big male cow popped out from narrowed hole then it could not enter it again. Jibrail told that there were the people who always boasting (Takkabur) then he regretted but it was too late.
11)A woman held a tray of many kinds of ornaments but Rasulullah just ignored her. Jibril said “that was the world and if Rasulullah SAW took a heed over her, that means all Muslims will prioritize world more than hereafter.
12)That was an old woman sat at the middle of the road and asked Rasulullah SAW to stop by but He ignored her. Jibril then said “that was the people who were wasting their times till they became old”.
13)There was a three- humpbacked old woman approached him to ask something. Jibril said “that woman symbolizes the age of world that becoming old and was waiting for its doom day”.
14)When He arrived at Al-Aqsa Mosque, Rasulullah SAW climb down the Buraq then went into the mosque to head a two-rakaat prayer with all Anbia’ and Mursalin as his followers (makmum)
15)Rasullah SAW felt too exhausted so Jibril gave him two types of drinks, liquor and milk. He chose milk and he drank it. Jibrail told him that he made a right choice. If liquor was chosen, that means most of his followers were deviated from straight path.
During Mikraj ( up to Hadhratul-Qudus to meet Allah)
In all of sudden, appeared a stunning stairs which came from Heaven. Rasulullah SAW climbed over the first step then he was brought up to the door of world’s sky (Hafzhah)
1.First layer: Rasulullah SAW and Jibril entered into it, then met Prophet Adam A.S. There, He saw those who did Riba’ and took orphans’ properties and there were also some adulterers with bad looking and horrific antics.
2.Second layer : He met up Prophet Isa AS and Prophet Yahya A.S
3.Third layer : He met Prophet Yusuf AS
4.Fourth layer : He met Prophet Idris AS
5.Fifth layer: He met Prophet Harun with his followers, Bani Israil.
6.Sixth layer: He met Prophet Musa AS. He raised up his head (as instructed by Jibril) then he witnessed a stream of his followers, including 70 000 peoples who went into Heaven without Hisab ( the process of weighting all the doings done in the world whether they are bad or good)
7.Seventh layer: He met Prophet Ibrahim Khalilullah who was leaning against Baitul Ma’mur, facing his followers. After that, Prophet Ibrahim said to Rasulullah SAW ,” You are going to meet Allah tonight. Your followers are the last group and too dha’if (weak), so pray for the sake of your followers. Ask them to plant heavens’ plant which is “LA HAULA WALA QUWWATA ILLA BILLAH”. According to other riwayat , Prophet Ibrahim AS said “ Send my regards to your followers and tell them, heaven has good soils, tasteless water and its plants had Five utterances which are ,” SUBHANALLAH, WAL-HAMDULILLAH, WA LA ILAHA ILLALLAH ALLAHU AKBAR dan WA LA HAULA WA LA QUWWATA ILLA BILLAHIL- ‘ALIYYIL-’AZHIM.” , those who are reciting each of this zikr will be bestowed with a tree inside of heaven. After so many miracles happened, both Rasul SAW and Jibril entered Baitul- Makmur and performed solat. (Baitul-Makmur is situated right on the top of Baitulah in Mecca)
8.Eight layer: This is where ‘Al-Kursi” was mentioned which is located on the branch of Sidratul Muntaha- a tree. Rasullullah SAW saw many miracles occurred at this tree: The water of the river does not change, a milk river, Liquor River and honey river. Fruits, leaves, branches changed its colors and transformed into gorgeous jewels. Golden birds were flying all over the place. The spectacular scenery which no one ever imagine. He could see a river “Al-Kautsar” flowing towards the heaven. Then, He entered the Heaven and noticed a Hell with the guard named Malik.
9.Ninth layer: There were branches of Sidratul-Muntaha- kind of tree. Rasulullah SAW got into Nur and went up to Mustawa and Sharirul-Aqlam. There, he saw a man turned invisible inside the nur of ‘Arasy, the man whose tongue never stopped reciting Zikr, his heart gave a full attention to Mosque and never said bad things toward his parents.
10.Tenth Layer ; He arrived at Hadhratul-Qudus and Hadhrat Rabbul-Arbab. After that, he was witnessing Allah SWT with his own eyes, he kneel and bowed his head promptly. Long dialogue happened between Allah SWT and His Messenger.
Allah SWT: Oh Muhammad, raise your head and pray.
Prophet: Oh Rabbi, You have taken Ibrahim as Khalil and you gave him a big government. You have talked with Musa. You gave Daud a big government and he was able to shape steel. You gave Sulaiman a government whom you have never given to any and made it easy for him to control genies, human, devils and others. You taught Isa with Taurat and Injil and with your consent, he was able to cure blindness and brought people from death. You protected him and his mother from the devil.
Allah SWT: Oh Muhammad, you are my number one. I consent that you would be the bearer of good and bad news. I opened up your heart and threw away all your sins. I made your group as the best. I gave priority and specialty to you on the Judgment Day. I gave you the seven verses (Al-Fatihah) where I have never given to anyone before. I gave you the last verses from Al-Baqarah as a treasure under my ‘Arasy’. I gave rewards to Islam through Hijrah, sedekah (giving to the poor) and practice good deeds and leave behind bad things. I gave your group to perform prayer 50 times a day.
After the dialogue, the prophet was brought to meet Prophet Ibrahim AS and Prophet Musa AS, then, Rasulullah SAW asked the prophets to appeal to Allah SWT to reduce the number of prayers to five. After nine times appealing, the prophet was too shy to ask some more and so, until today, there are five prayer times.
After Mikraj
Rasulullah SAW went back to the sky of world. He was safely reached Baitul-Maqdis by riding a Buraq on his way back to Mecca. It occurred at the same night. Through this journey, he faced many strange events, finally ,He was the one who witnessed Israk’ and Mikraj..
My teaching day should be started off today, but I was informed by supervisor last week that SMK Tunku Ismail would be having no schools on 19th and 20th so I can start reporting to principal on 21st, this Tuesday.
Recently, my practicum partner made a sudden decision to live outside of hostel by renting a house near to school. I was too shocked, my face turned to a sad look. I was wondering what made her doing so. The decision made at first caused a slight conflict inside of me as I thought she probably felt a bit uncomfortable to spend most of practicum times cooperating with me. I made a first move to have heart-to-heart talking. I told her how I wish we can set to our practicum in good beginning and this should not be happened. I begged her, please, make a wise decision. We ended up the reconciliation without bad feelings, yet tolerate with each decision. She may not need transportation as the distance of her rent-house is only 300m from the school. Apart from that, her parents suggested to stay near as she won’t be too rush to reach the school. She offered me to stay with her but my husband said NO because hostel is more secured plus, we want to save our budget after considering our cost of living in coming September. As a wife, I will never ignore my husband when it comes to decision-making. When any matters arise, he will always be the first person to refer because I believe, he is able to rationalize things by emphasizing pro and cons, the good thing is that he considers my ideas and opinion, though sometimes he seems dominant. At the end of the result, it will never disappoint me. He came out with relevant reasons that I could not reject.
First, my husband is really concern about my well-being so he wants me to be in safe environment which comprises with good facilities. Second, when I share the house with her, it means that I must also pay the rent of the house; in fact I have already paid hostel fees for a whole semester, Why should I pay more when I have another better option?.Third, I don’t have transportation problem as I have a car to go to and fro between college and school. My husband’s final say-“let her go with her parent’s decision and I go with his decision”.
I am now feeling so thankful for a big mercy God gave me. No words to describe how grateful I am the moment I knew I got a house. Yes! I got the house already. It situated not so far from college,perhaps not more than 8 minutes from college, maybe it only takes 5 minutes, (I don't really count), located in SP Heights. Not so many local people here realize the existence of SP Heights. I had seen it already!Thanks Madam Bebe for helping me to find a house, it might be possible without her assistance. Madam gave the number of the owner of the house who is her husband’s friend. The owner, husband and wife are both teaching upper secondary school, same field like me so we had got so many topics to be talked when we first met.
The house is actually their second house, besides that, never been rented by anyone, you see, I am going to be the first to rent. At first, it was freaking me out when he told me the house is so deadly quite though it is actually in a housing area. Not recommended for a person. He said it is okay if I have somebody else to live with. He agreed after knowing that I’ll be staying there with my husband. It came to my surprise to see the house was so damn comfortable with enough necessities like TV, fridge and bed. I was thrilled to bits to hear that there is a guard who always wander around every day to keep an eye on the safety of dwellers. The house looks quite large for two since it has three bedrooms. The payment is so cheap an account with the condition of the house, the cost is only RM200, but adding up to RM30 to foot the bill for all repairs so, the total is only RM230. Don’t you think it’s very cheap? My search for a rented house was over, I won’t looking for another house, even if there are cheaper than this one. Our budget is RM500 for one-month-rent, it’s good to know the budget is cutting down to RM200. What more can I say rather than Alhamdulillah :)
"In the name of ALLAH , the most Gracious, the most Merciful"
