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Saturday, November 14, 2009

Sambungan dpd part 2

Next morning, he had breakfast and as usual. Then, he smoked outside the house. He swore that he will not delay prayers and become a better person. From that day on he became more and more interested in Islamic websites. Moreover, he came across a very Islamic girl from the internet.
They exchanged opinions. He became more and more keen to improve himself. Almost every night, he would perform qiamullail. He asks forgiveness from Allah. He did not stop there, he also wanted guidance and strength so that he stays on the right path.

This time, the world was shocked with the Masacre in Gaza conducted by the Israeli’s. He felt painful for the Palestinians, his heart shattered. Oh, how inhumane. What the Palestinians feel, I feel it to, he thought. He took part the campaign to isolate and boycott products which were connected to Israel. It was hard for him. But he prayed with tears gushing down his cheek.
“Oh Allah, give me strength for I am doing my duty as a brother to protect those who needs me.
Oh Allah, give me strength to ignore my temptations towards those products. Oh Allah, all I have with me is You. Give me strength if my housemates ever tempted me with such products. What the Palestinians feel, I feel it too. I feel their pain, I am sad for them.”
That was what he recited over and over again.

10 o’clock at night, he came across one blog site, saying about the boycott. He was very interested in that article, it said “BOYCOTT HEDONISME, ITS TRULY AMERICA”. And he suddenly stopped at one sentence saying about cigarettes and smoking habits of the west. It also said that if we want to boycott them, we must also boycott their bad habits.
Next day, his housemate offered a cigarette. “no thanks, I no longer smoke. I quit,” he told. “WHAT?” his friend, ripin was shocked to hear. “wow, that was drastic. Since when did you decide to quit?” ripin asked again. “owh, last night.”
From that day, he became very interested in that blog. He followed the update. He read older posts, “how much have I missed?” he asked himself. Indeed a lot he had to learn. He read about jihad, dakwah and tarbiyah. His heart became softer and tolerant. He started to accept all these. How foolish have I been in the past three years? He thought, and he suddenly started crying by himself again.
He then became close to kidiak, one of his classmate. Kidiak is a religious person, very Islamic. They prayed together at the mosque. From that moment he started to fell in love with mosques. He changed his way of life bit by bit. Every article he read or knowledge he gained, he tried hard to practice.

He started to chat using Yahoo messenger with one girl. She was a true muslimah, he thought. He enjoyed exchanging opinions with her and express his regrets in his past life. He felt that someone like him is not worthy of talking to someone like her. He asked for her name, and she gave a positive respond. But she did not like to be called her full name, it was tiring. He called her, fa.
So, he was very fond of Fa. Because in some ways, she was always supporting his opinion. He fell in love with her. But, he did not want to risk having to suffer like he had during Raya. So he just kept his feelings to himself. But he enjoyed exchanging thoughts with her. Not long, she gave him her phone number. She had said it first, to his surprise. She told him that she liked him very much.

It was nearing valentines day, and he read one article from the blog that he followed. It said about why muslims should not celebrate valentines, and that having girlfriends or boyfriends was HARAM in Islam. So, he decided that he will try to ask Fa for her hand in marriage. But he also told himself to wait until he finished his studies. Once his finance are secured, then he can start to propose her.
He told her that , they were not supposed to be too close. Its dangerous. It can lead to “zina” or at least “zina” in the heart. “your right. But, we are not couples right? We are just friends, not more than that.”

Six months later, his interests in joining the dakwah movements in UTeM grew. He started attending usrah activities. He was very happy even though he had to extend one semester. He did his project, and finished it nicely. And he was also happy that Fa had a chance to further her studies from diploma to bachelor degree.
After reading one article, it was all about marriage. That was when suddenly it strucked him to propose Fa. He asked her “I have kept this feeling to myself for a year, but I don’t think I can keep this feeling any longer. So, Fa, are you willing to become my wife?”. He thought a few times before sending the text message. His hands were trembling, but in the end, he sent it anyway.

Sadly for him, her reply was negative. “I’m sorry, but I want to accomplish my dreams, this have only been my first semester in here so, please try to understand ok.” He was heartbroken with her reply, but he kept strong. Be strong, Allah plans to give me someone better.
It was one week, and he felt as normal as can be. He was his usual self, waking up early for qiamullail. He attends usrah every week. He thanked Allah that he became closer to his usrah friends in just less than a month. He felt very close to them. He thanked Allah, for placing his heart fully on Islam.
Now that, he became stronger than ever..
(sampai sini jelah criter nyer, mgkin ada sambungan lagi..wallahu’alam)
p/s: main character nye sebenarnya diri ana..lepas tamat sekolah, bertahun-tahun ana tinggalkan dakwah.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009


Suatu ketika, Muaz bin Jabal ra mengadap Rasulullah SAW dan bertanya: "Wahai Rasulullah, tolong huraikan kepadaku mengenai firman Allah SWT: "Pada sangkakala ditiup, maka kamu sekalian datang berbaris-baris" Surah an-Naba':18. Mendengar pertanyaan itu, baginda menangis dan basah pakaian dengan air mata. Lalu menjawab: "Wahai Muaz, engkau telah bertanyakan kepada aku, perkara yang amat besar, bahawa umatku akan digiring, dikumpulkan berbaris-baris menjadi 12 barisan, masing-masing dengan pembawaan mereka sendiri...." Maka dinyatakan apakah 12 barisan tersebut :-

BARISAN PERTAMA - Diiring dari kubur dengan tidak bertangan dan berkaki. Keadaan mereka ini dijelaskan melalui satu seruan dari sisi Allah Yang Maha Pengasih: "Mereka itu adalah orang-orang yang sewaktu hidupnya menyakiti hati jirannya, maka demikianlah balasannya dan tempat kembali mereka adalah neraka..."
BARISAN KEDUA - Diiring dari kubur berbentuk babi hutan. Datanglah suara dari sisi Allah Yang Maha Pengasih: "Mereka itu adalah orang yang sewaktu hidupnya meringan-ringankan solat, maka inilah balasannya dan tempat kembali mereka adalah neraka..."
BARISAN KETIGA - Mereka berbentuk keldai, sedangkan perut mereka penuh dengan ular dan kala jengking.
"Mereka itu adalah orang yang enggan membayar zakat, maka inilah balasannya dan tempat kembali mereka adalah neraka..."
BARISAN KEEMPAT - Diiring dari kubur dengan keadaan darah seperti air pancutan keluar dari mulut mereka.
"Mereka itu adalah orang yang berdusta di dalam jualbeli, maka inilah balasannya dan tempat mereka adalah neraka..."

BARISAN KELIMA - Diiring dari kubur dengan bau busuk daripada bangkai. Ketika itu Allah SWT menurunkan angin sehingga bau busuk itu mengganggu ketenteraman di Padang Mahsyar. "Mereka itu adalah orang yang menyembunyikan perlakuan derhaka takut diketahui oleh manusia tetapi tidak pula rasa takut kepada Allah SWT, maka inilah balasannya dan tempat kembali mereka adalah neraka..."

BARISAN KEENAM - Diiring dari kubur dengan keadaan kepala mereka terputus dari badan.
"Mereka adalah orang yang menjadi saksi palsu, maka inilah balasannya dan tempat kembali mereka adalah neraka..."

BARISAN KETUJUH - Diiring dari kubur tanpa mempunyai lidah tetapi dari mulut mereka mengalir keluar nanah dan darah. "Mereka itu adalah orang yang enggan memberi kesaksian di atas kebenaran, maka inilah balasannya dan tempat kembali mereka adalah neraka..."

- Diiring dari kubur dalam keadaan terbalik dengan kepala ke bawah dan kaki ke atas. "Mereka adalah orang yang berbuat zina, maka inilah balasannya dan tempat kembali mereka adalah neraka..."

BARISAN KESEMBILAN - Diiring dari kubur dengan berwajah hitam gelap dan bermata biru sementara dalam diri mereka penuh dengan api gemuruh. "Mereka itu adalah orang yang makan harta anak yatim dengan cara yang tidak sebenarnya, maka inilah balasannya dan tempat kembali mereka adalah neraka..."

BARISAN KESEPULUH - Diiring dari kubur mereka dalam keadaan tubuh mereka penuh dengan penyakit sopak dan kusta. "Mereka adalah orang yang derhaka kepada orang tuanya, maka inilah balasannya dan tempat kembali mereka adalah neraka..."
BARISAN KESEBELAS - Diiring dari kubur mereka dengan berkeadaan buta mata-kepala, gigi mereka memanjang seperti tanduk lembu jantan, bibir mereka melebar sampai ke dada dan lidah mereka terjulur memanjang sampai ke perut mereka dan keluar beraneka kotoran. "Mereka adalah orang yang minum arak, maka inilah balasannya dan tempat kembali mereka adalah neraka..."

BARISAN KEDUA BELAS - Mereka diiring dari kubur dengan wajah yang bersinar-sinar laksana bulan purnama. Mereka melalui titian sirat seperti kilat. Maka, datanglah suara dari sisi Allah Yang Maha Pengasih memaklumkan:
"Mereka adalah orang yang beramal salih dan banyak berbuat baik. Mereka menjauhi perbuatan derhaka, mereka memelihara solat lima waktu, ketika meninggal dunia keadaan mereka sudah bertaubat, maka inilah balasannya dan tempat kembali mereka adalah syurga, mendapat keampunan, kasih sayang dan keredhaan Allah Yang Maha Pengasih..."
Jika engkau mahukan kemesraan dengan Allah, maka garanglah terhadap dirimu sendiri. Jika engkau merasakan manisnya berhubung dengan Allah, tahulah engkau betapa peritnya berpisah denganNya.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

A Story of a boy who became a man (part 2..)

Assalamualaikum semua..kita jumpa lagi dalam blog yg tak seberapa ni. Ok la, malas nak ckp banyak, jom sambung balik cerita yg lepas...

It was his sixth semester in UTeM, and he's undergoing his industrial training. He was a bit jealous of his friends as they did their training at prestigious corporations such as Toyota, or Perodua while he is doing his training at a local laboratory where he did not do much. This isn't fair, I sent my CV months earlier than these people did and I didn't get any placements, he thought. He did not like it in there, as he had not much to learn, plus he did not get any allowance like the rest did.

At that facility, he sometimes had to deal with unacceptable punishments from his supervisor. He had to take blames on matters that was not supposed to be his fault. He was very frustrated, and sometimes even felt like giving up the training. Whenever his supervisor finished scolding him, he would show some anger reactions. At lunch break, he would smoke 3 cigarettes just to make relief of his headaches.

He felt a big regret and thought that he couldn't wait until it was all over. He sometimes went home cursing his supervisor all the way for, sometimes his supervisor becomes unreasonable. He was regretful, even felt hopeless. Sometimes he even blamed God for his conditions. In fact, he did not realized how fortunate he was to undergo his training there. He did not realize that how useful it will be in the future.

As he got home, he would perform his Asar prayer at the very last minute. Just minutes before it was time for Maghrib. When he finished, he waited for the Azan to be called out.

Maghrib pasts, and he had done his prayer. He did not think much as he went straight to bed. Screw Isyak, he thought. I'm all worn out if it wasn't for that supervisor of mine, he thought again cursing his supervisor. He sent text messages to his girlfriend abroad, telling her everything happening that day. His girlfriend told him to be patient, and it will all soon be over. Then, everything was quiet. He fell asleep.

That was another phase of what that boy had went through his life in UTeM. He did not realize all the sins he had done. He did not even realized that he was caught in one of Satan's trap. Yet, never did he repent nor seek strength from God. Instead, he kept blaming God for letting him suffer. How ignorant he was that time. How ignorant.
All he seeks in his life was and have always been endless entertainment, regardless of the halals and harams.


It was his final year at UTeM. Everything he did had to be swift and perfect. He is now attempting to finish his final year project as he was one semester away from his graduation. Or at least, that's what he thought. Still in his behaviour in seeking entertainment, wasting his time like usual. Exchanging text messages with his girlfriend frequently.

It was already the fasting month of Ramadhan. The dateline for his project submission is just around the corner. Still, he did not finish his project. He panicked, for he has forgotten that even if he had done something, he did not ask God's help. He told his lecturer "Sir, I want to bail this project. I don't think I can finish it on time. I'm having a lot of trouble just trying to understand the topic," and so he did.

He decided to bail on his project because he had too much trouble trying to figure out the problem. He also thought that he did not have the knowledge related to that topic, and so, he decided its best that he bailed. Instead, he wanted to propose his own topic the next semester.


It was now the first day of Syawal, where it calls for a celebration. He celebrated that day as usual from the previous years. Visiting his relatives. At that time, he suddenly received a text message from his girlfriend.
"Forgive me love, but I think that it's best if we break up," the text read.
"Why? What's up? What did I do wrong?" he replied.
"It's not you. It's me, I'm pregnant with somebody else's baby. I'm sorry I've cheated you all this while" his girlfriend said.

He was shocked. He felt a heart-stopping pain. He almost fainted that time. He felt that way for almost a week when he knew that his girlfriend had been cheating on him. He felt this way because, he never met his girlfriend in person before. He never did anything, but suddenly she confessed.

After that incident,still he did not repent. Instead, he kept attempting to find a replacement for her. He never did thought to lower his gaze. His eyes became wild, gazing at female students. This goes on for almost six months, in an attempt to try and forget his cheating girlfriend. He had never realized anything. Nothing he learned from that incident.

Six months past, he already forgtten about his ex-girlfriend. It was in the middle of the night as he explored the internet wildly. He suddenly came across an Islamic article. That article was about the agony of death, hereafter and preparations before death. Again he felt the same shock as he did during the previous Hari Raya.

He lay down trying to shut his eyes. All of a sudden, he felt himself paralyzed, and having trouble breathing. He was sweating all over. He felt something scary coming towards him. It was excruciating, as if his flesh were being torn to pieces. Is this the end? Is this really time for me to go? he thought to himself. He knew it was time. He tried to recite the syahadah, but his tongue was all twisted. He ended up saying gibberish. He tried once more but failed again. But he didn't stop there. He kept trying, while he was sweating all over. But all of a sudden, he woke up screaming with half his voice. Thank God it was all a dream. He was sweating like never before.

He drank a glass of water to calm himself, then, went straight back to bed. He fell fast asleep. This was maybe because of exhaustion when facing such nightmare.

He woke up again to find out that he was burried underground. Could he be in a grave? he thought to himself. He heard footsteps that he knew he was supposed to be afraid of. And there stood a silhouette with a giant club made of iron. He was terrified. That being asked him questions with such anger and hatred. The voice was very scary, he trembled and could not answer. He wanted to give the correct answers but his mouth kept saying "I dont know," when he actually knew what he was supposed to say. He knew that this was one of those tortures in the hereafter.

A few uncountable beatings later, that silhouette was gone. He heard others screaming for help. It was excruciating to hear the others scream in agony, let alone being tortured himself. He felt the earth on either side of him squeezing him that he even felt his rib cages were interweaving. He screamed but it was no point, no one will save him. He also felt something slithering around him.
To his surprise it was a gigantic black snake binding around him. The eyes were glowing red. It spoke "You have forgotten about your fate, so have everyone else. God sent me to torture you until the day comes! This is one of the results in what you have done during your lifetime!"
The serpent bit him on the chest. He suddenly felt a burning sensation, and his throat suddenly felt dry. He felt that his body was rapidly dehydrating. He tried to scream but his voice wouldn't come out. The snake then turned and gazed at his head. It opened it's mouth to strike his head.

He suddenly woke up. It was actually another dream. "Astaghfirullah," he recited many times. Tears were running down. He could not stop the tears running from his eyes.
That was when he started to perform wudhu, and recited the quran that he rarely bothered to do. He also read the translation.

From now on, I'll be different. I'll do it now, for I don't know when my time is, he thought. He performed the Taubah prayer with tears still running down his cheek. The prayer mat was wet because of his tears. He asked for forgiveness from God, he was still crying because he was so scared.


Sunday, November 1, 2009

A story of a boy who became a man.

Assalamu'alaikum semua,cerita ni berdasarkan cerita yg benar-benar berlaku. Cerita ini mengisahkan pengalaman hidup seorang lelaki yg mana pada mulanya beliau merupakan average teenager yg suka ber-enjoy dan berfoya-foya, akhirnya bertaubat dan mula mengenali da'wah islamiyah. Wallahu'alam.

Enjoy the story:
It was around ten in the morning, he got up and brushed his teeth. He cleaned himself and started to perform his wudhu for morning prayer. It's not that he did not know what time it was, in fact, he noticed that he was extremely late doing subuh prayer at ten o'clock in the morning. In deed it was late, it was as if he deliberately ignored the call of Azan. How sad it was if his parents sees this. He finished his prayer and set off to attend for a lecture class on Vehicle Dynamic.

There he sat at the back of the lecture room with his friends. He sat paying attention towards the lecture.

Two hours passed by, it was lunch time. He had lunch with his friends and headed straight to the hostel as there were no lecture classes in the afternoon. So, in his room, he headed straight to bed and went to sleep. Dreaming the endless dreams.

When he woke up, it was already ten minutes before it was time for Asar. He hurried to perform his Zuhur prayer. That was close, he thought. By the time he finished his prayer, the Azan was called on for Asar prayer. His habbits of delaying his daily prayers 5 times a day was already in his blood. He coudn't break it. He kept on with these habbits.

It was dusk, the sun had set. The Azan which indicates it was time for prayer have been called. He prayed alone in his room. 30 minutes after he finished, a group of people with turbans and kufi came into his room. They gave salam and asked his name. He knows, these were those people whom, to him were the religious people trying to attrack him into attending a brief islamic lecture at the mosque.

They asked his name. Why should I give them my real name, I'm not interested in whatever their trying to take me to, he thought. Think I'll just give them a fake name, he thought again. "Salman," he said to those people.

He actually hated going to islamic lectures or whatever programs that have to do with religious, though he called himself a muslim. He prayed five times a day, never skipped the Friday prayer. When fasting, he did it properly. But despite all that he never did have any interests in such activities. To him, those activities is a waste of time, and that he would rather focus in his academics achievements.

His habits went on and on for several years. Late at night he would go out with his friends to enjoy the night at the town centre. This was his life since he entered UTeM in his first year. He enjoyed it very well, wasting most of his time. Sometimes he doesn't even realize that he was sinning in some way by not lowering his vision.
Yes, this was his life and he was enjoying every bit of it.


p/s: maaflah aku terpaksa berhenti takat sini je. kalau nak bubuh semua skali takut panjang sgt plak, jadi aku terpaksa potong2 sket kpd beberapa part.

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