Monday, February 28, 2011

Sugar&Spice. A hard copy's version =)

One of my sweet friend started her online business. Selling pre-loved and new books. So I had the chance to browse some and was attracted to this one book. Not because of the content or cover but because of the title which is similar to my blog's name so I ordered it. Just arrived in the mail box just now and can't help but to laugh at myself  *LQTM*...wanna know why???

coz it's PINK karer! [colour]  *girlish much?!*

Any of you out there is a BOOK/NOVEL lover???

Do check out their amazing FB page!

and also their tumblr page!

They offer you high quality books with insanely cheap price!

Berbaloi2 I tell you! =)

Can't wait to read this cute book!....ahakz



Saturday, February 26, 2011


Found something that won my heart on the spot. Introducing  [jeng3 ^^]:

me! me!

this one's fun too!   [ping pong!]

another one! 


Friday, February 25, 2011

Inspiration [4]

This won my heart earlier:

The six-year-old girl who wanted to leave love letters to her parents”

When 6-year-old Elena Desserich was diagnosed with brain cancer, she began hiding hundreds of little love notes around the house for her parents to find after she was gone. She was given 135 days to live. She lived 255 days, passing away in 2007. After her death, Elena’s parents, Brooke and Keith, found hundreds of notes from Elena hidden around the house — in between CD cases, between bookshelves, in dresser drawers, in backpacks. “It just felt like a little hug from her, like she was telling us she was looking over us”. Elena’s parents, Brooke and Keith Desserich, later published these notes in a book called Notes Left Behind to fund a non-profit organization The Cure Starts Now dedicated to fighting pediatric brain cancer.

source: tumblr [reblogs]

We miss people the most when they are not with us anymore T_T

May Allah bless the soul of them who had left us already,ameen



Thursday, February 24, 2011


A matter of mangoes [sliced-chopped-diced-to your likings] and pour milk into it and voila!

Happy Thursday! =)

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Asam rebus ikan

A simple yet zellicious recipe:

Asam rebus ikan =)



imej google semata2

B) Ikan  [I used kembung]

C) gula+garam+asam keping  [2 keping]+serbuk kunyit [optional]+daun kesum [optional]


1) baca bismillah dulu....
2) cuci ikan dengan limau  [haha,betul ke guna perkataan 'cuci'?]
3) blend A  [oh ye, halia tu sikit sudah memadai] dengan sedikit air sampai hancur
4) masukkan dalam periuk...tambah air ikut kesesuaian banyak mana kuah kita mahu then rebus
5)agak2 dah sebati no4,masukkan garam,gula dan asam keping. Daun kesum kalau xde or xnak letak pun ok je....serbuk kunyit kalau kita guna cili api hijau, kalau guna cili api merah, no need anymore.
6) then, ofcourse kita masukkan ikan kedalam rebusan dan rebuslah sampai ikan masak.
7) voila,siap!

Selamat mencuba bagi yang mahu!^^

p/s: this is for 1-2 person only. Multiply A accordingly if you're cooking for more people



for Libya

Besides reblogging posts that are so relevant to me, why I love tumblr is because, it's the fastest medium to keep me updated with what's happening around the world. And now, it's Libya's time:


It feels good to know people from all over the world are self-conscious about it  [sadly, ain't happening in fb] and trying to help by creating self-awareness. And it helps me too.


My prayers are with you, Libya and others.

Let's open our eyes very wide to the reality of life......And contribute as much as we can. The power of the 'pen' is very significant for all you can know~~



Monday, February 21, 2011


I used to love this quote!

Walking down memory lane [glasgow]

welcome to Glasgow

Sadly I don't remember much about the details....vague memories,yes :(

Babuji's uni and my kindie was also here....hoho

houses were mostly tall like in the picture...

Iftar at the Central Mosque

my school!

All pictures were taken from mr.Google. Gosh I really miss Glasgow....Anyone out there who went to the same school with me  [1993-1996]? I only got in-touch with my used to be best friend, Anjali  but that's about it.....huhu....I can still remember some faces like the teachers, janitor and friends.

The place where I got to master an accent   [which I no longer have]
The place where I learnt how to eat ice-cream during winter  [loved it!]
The place where I learnt how to socialize in different cultures  [sometimes I go back to my friends houses without my dad's consent....jahatnya!]
The place where I did so many mischievous things with my gang!
The place where I got involved in celebrating all those X-Mas,Easter,Halloween
The place where we would go for daily tour to places [including churches,temples,fire station,botanical park,museum,etc]

 I could go forever so I'd better stop lah....

P/S: Mrs.Eizaz, this is for you too =)


So I read a link on Kak Wardina's Twitter : here   [I am so sorry but this issue is so absurd, there's no such thing as an 'Islamic' gay'uzubillah min zalik]

The world is very near to its end

May He forgive us all,ameen

words are just manipulation of letters


for some reason I reckon not everyone boards the same train [ though I may be judgy but a fact is still a fact]

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Monday Blues

So the family's already back in JB and I'm all alone in kay ell T_T   [cannot wait for the school holidays]

we had lotsa fun especially seeing how bubbly Mia was....babies are such delights aren't they? ^^

finally got the chance to watch hantu kak limah....wide-screened on the wall  [via projector]....hahaha...plawok2.....plain exaggerations.....fair enough for the stressed out from work oh so yours truly,heee

Alhamdulillah fever seems to be saying her farewells....hope it'll go away for good for quite some times before the next visit, inshaAllah khair

A nice reading and reminder taken from iluvislam:  HERE

I got to know that what's happened in Tunisia and Egypt is now spreading to other countries like Libya, Bahrain, etc.....

I pray that Allah will help those in the righteous path ......inshaAllah

Tomorrow's Monday.....Let's get ready for work!!! rrrrrrr T_T  <--- dramatic much?



Friday, February 18, 2011



"If you fail to plan, you are planning to fail. One should plan 4 his akhirah. If you are not planning to go to Jannah,you are actually planning to go to An-Nar" [Dr.Bilal Philips]

Looking from the self-made picture [for example purposes only] and the mentioned quote, you know what I'll be talking about right?

Yes, about planning!

Well, I don't have to go deeper into this because it's plain simple and pretty much self-explanatory.

If you fail to plan, then you are planning to fail. Of course it's Allah who decides everything but He did say:

"... Indeed, Allah will not change the condition of a people until they change what is in themselves "   [Ar-Ra'd:11]

By planning, you'll have the satisfaction of observing your successes and failures and take appropriate actions to improve what's good and fix what's not.

And,well.....sometimes things do not turn out like what you have planned it to be. Do not despair and keep your faith in Allah coz you'll never know what better things He has stored in for you. He'll give it to you when the time is right.

**Self reminder

So for some period until dot2 month I've planned and taken action to make one of my dreams [not in the picture FYI] a realization. Can't wait to meet you, Suhaan! <3

So people, let's plan!!!!!! =)



IKLAN: AK, I've put the "like" function just like you requested....haha...20 sen bak mai!

Mia Turns 1 !!! =)

gmbr mummy zaman muda mudi harus enterframe!Lulz!

Happy One Year Old sweet Nur Najlaa' Damia (Mia)!. May Allah bless your path to become a good servant of Him,daughter, friend and human being in general, ameen

Mummy woves yu ohh mach!  ^___^

A Baby Girl Is...

A baby girl is...
eyes that mesmerize,
drawing all time, energy and focus
to her unique attractions.
Smiles and giggles,
bringing more thrills,
pleasure and satisfaction
than any amount of money can buy.
Sweet, soft,
feminine baby fragrance...
inhaled happiness.
Growing, changing,
in your eyes appearing
more beautiful every day,
your baby girl is all that,
and so much more.

By Joanna Fuchs

Thursday, February 17, 2011

No Rewinds

I just finished a 4K plus words task and look at the time [4.44 AM!!]. I started working on it at 8.30 AM yesterday. Two tasks simultaneously side by side with drowsiness and dizziness @_@

Yesterday two opposite things happened. The death of someone I knew in IIU and the re-Union of my beloved 4Gs. Both were related so there was a mixture of emotions. One part we are over the moon happy seeing each other and the other part would be some sad stories. Alhamdulillah Allah had re-united us once again and inshaAllah we'll meet again in the future =))

Ok, since I've written so much for my work I'm out of ideas on what to write here.

to be continued.......................[efek cerekarama sikit]



Tuesday, February 15, 2011

The Uninvited Guest

"Every soul will taste death. And We test you with evil and with good as trial; and to Us you will be returned."  [Al-Anbiya':35]

How far are we from death? I would say in a blink of an eye....

Received a phone call very early in the morning which I did not answer [zzzzz] and was left with a message saying that someone I knew just passed away-road accident

I hate early morning phone calls because it means someone is no longer in this world [each time T_T]

Envy those who left with a thousand deeds he/she had done especially when it had benefited so many people around him/her.

Said someone I can't recall:  "Hidup Berjasa,Mati Beriman"

Have I done anything good for the people?

Will I be remembered?

Will anyone continuously pray for my soul?




Monday, February 14, 2011


Out of no where I found this beautiful article:


Getting more and more unwell, syafakillah dear self~~

Alhamdulillah tomorrow's a holiday so I can rest a bit =)



My Weekend out.jogging.rain.heavy the from Him.The End.

Something funny and worth LOL-ing  [useful tips too]


No one can see whatever you’re typing or which website you’re surfing

No one can see your password or whatever you're typing

And the Ultimate is...

                                                  this is the safest way.......

monkey thinks it's worth LOL-ing!

got this from tuh-em-blur-erhh, go outside the 'box' sometimes,LOL

Saturday, February 12, 2011

when random relates

"..But perhaps you hate a thing and it is good for you; and perhaps you love a thing and it is bad for you. And Allah Knows, while you know not". [Al-Baqarah: 216]

Victory for Egypt!

A MUST WATCH!!! -------------> Sout Al-Horeya<-------------------

Wallahi this has to be among the great news I've heard today!

Read : HERE!

Allahu Akbar!


A lot more efforts to be done but yeah, HM has stepped brings a whole new set of looks to Egypt and all the surrounding Arabic countries....inshaAllah

So happppppyyy for them!! =)

Quoting Gaza TV New status update:  "The streets of Gaza are filled with thousands of people celebrating the end of 30 cruel years of rule by the brutal dictator, Hosni Mubarak. Lets hope the gates at Rafah will now open for good, and the Palestinians who have had to live in exile at Mubaraks hand can return, and those who couldn't leave, can now travel freely. May the Rafah Gates open for good, for the sake of humanity".

"And say: The truth has come and falsehood has perished. Falsehood is always bound to perish" [Al-Isra':81]

Mabruk to Egypt!

More to come~~~

Friday, February 11, 2011

All About Valentine's Day

Links that will direct you to nice articles:





Walking down memory lane

*entri gambar2....scroll at your own risk....scattered organization may cause confusion...hoho

       * One good thing about photos is that it reminds us of all the good memories in the past!*

The day when I realized how much I love photography  ^^
the day when we wanted to see how a mommy dinosaur took care of her children  [tho fake ones lah]

The man who made my life as a lingu student miserable!

all time favourite mart!


Wanna dare me to ride this again? even for 1 billion I'd say NO..hoho

art is beauty especially when it's original

one time visit is enough, I prefer Glasgow better =)

they sell stuffs from their trunks/boots at a very insanely reasonable price....just beware of dogs!

the bas dua tingkat berbumbung

Really2 wanted to go in but the line was wayyy toooo long :(

go wonder around, if you're lost, meet me back at the Sphere,LOL

The day when I thought I saw pre pre pre pre pre pre heaven [efek melodramatic sikit arr]

me thinks: sirap bandung?

who's school is this? AK's!!!hehe

Una's Pooh holding ma empty Scroll file after C-Day ^^

Our crib. Cheetamhill

it seems so surreal yet it's real. Park at the  Buckingham Palace

sajiedaz's solemnization day , 2010 :)

pay 6.50 euro's and eat till ya drop?!  [kudos to AK for the treat ;) ]

that's all for today's exercise....till we walk again!



Thursday, February 10, 2011

Inspire and be inspired!

pic courtesy from tuh-em-blur

Inspire people and Be inspired.....keep the inspiration alive and see the sparks of life! ^^

You're not alive until you start living  [quoted it from a movie that I do not remember] and since you are living, live well, meaningful and be grateful

Mixed emotions are natural....that's why you've gotta find inspirations from everywhere!



15 Inspiring Statements- Let's get Inspired!

1. Print this out.

2. Hang it somewhere you will see it everywhere.  

3. Share with others

4. Insha’Allaah get inspired to be the best Muslim you can!

“And I (Allaah) created not the jinn and mankind except that they should worship Me (Alone). [51:56]
‎”Who has created death and life, that He may test you which of you is best in deed. And He is the All-Mighty, the Oft-Forgiving;” [67:2]

‎”If Allah wants to favor someone, He grants him comprehension (understanding) of this religion.” [Sahih Bukhari]

“The best of people are those with the most excellent character.” (Tabarani, Sahih)

♥ 3 Things to Always Remember ♥ (1) Created: to worship Allaah (2) Goal: Jannatul Ferdose, the highest level of heaven (3) Plan: follow the Qur’aan and Sunnah with sincerity and excellence

“When we have an exam the next day, we stay up all night. If we have a paper due, we get up early to complete it. If we wake up late for school or work, we rush to get dressed. But, when it comes to the duties of Allaah, we couldn’t be lazier! When it comes to the duties of Allaah, we are so relaxed! When it comes to the duties of Allaah, we put our desires first! When will we set our priorities straight?!”

*When things get tough just remember*: (1) This life is a test and Allaah is testing us (2) This dunya is very short and then comes the Day of Judgement (3) Remember the trials of the Prophets, Shahabas, Scholars, and have patience (4) With patience comes immense reward (5) Death is at our doorstep and what really matters is if you obeyed Allaah’s commands or not.

‎”The Balance (in which man’s deeds will be weighed) will measure everything with the utmost precision, either in a person’s favour or against him: (hen shall anyone who has done an atom’s weight of good, see it! And anyone who has done an atom’s weight of evil, shall see it.) (Qur’an 99:7-8)”

Patience and victory are twin brothers, for victory comes with patience, relief comes with distress and ease comes with hardship. “Surely, Allah is with those who are As-Sabirun (the patient).” (Al-Anfal 8:46)

‎”The believer sees his sins as if he is sitting at the foot of a mountain fearing that it might fall on him, while the sinner (fâjir) sees his sins as a fly that lands on his nose, he just waves it away”. [‘Abdullah b. Mas’ûd]

‎”Perhaps a great deed is belittled by an intention. And perhaps a small deed, by sincere intention, is made great”. [Abdullah ibn Mubarak]

When you put your hope for love, praise, success, happiness, and recognition in the people, you will walk away disappointed with a broken heart. It is only when you put this hope in Allaah will your heart and soul find peace, relief, and pleasure. Indeed Allaah speaks the truth in the Qur’aan: “Verily, in the remembrance of Allah do hearts find rest. (13:28)

‎”Whosoever intended to perform a Good deed, but did not do it, then Allaah writes it down with Himself as a complete Good deed. And if he intended to perform it and then did perform it, then Allaah writes it down with Himself as from ten Good deeds upto seven hundred times, up to many times multiplied…” [Bukhari]

“I swear by Allah, there is nothing sweeter than the obedience of Allah! And I swear by Allah, there is
nothing more bitter than the disobedience of Allah! Sins give you a temporary pleasure followed by pain, sadness, regret, remorse, while good deeds give you pleasure and happiness in this life and the next. Which one sounds better to you?”

‎”Every time we slip in worship, we may almost feel like giving up thinking, “It’s too hard”. But then, tell yourself that this is the whispers of Shaytaan. Allaah loves our repentance and loves it when we struggle to please Him. If we fall once, then we get right up and try, try again to worship and please Him by following the Qur’aan and Sunnah. If we fall for the millionth time, then we get up for the millionth time and keep up the struggle!”

source: awesome tumblr  [and also here]

Giving Up?


"And We will surely test you with something of fear and hunger and a loss of wealth and lives and fruits, but give good tidings to the patient," [Al-Baqarah: 155]

Trying to stay positive and holding on a bit longer.....................................

  I am not a quitter!


Allahu Musta'an~~

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

"I should be ashamed of myself"

why is that so?

Because of this :OMMI  <------kelik

Listen to her utterances, all praises to Allah, no complaints, no regrets

"God Almighty sends me some sickness and then takes it away. God is with me..."

SubhanAllah! Allah bless you ya ommi!

May we all be a grateful person,Ameen Ya Rabb



Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Day 3: still on meds
Task: 4000words
Brain functionality: 50% off
Deadline: 9/2/2011 EOB

All the best to me!!

Sickness is also a blessing from Him, Allahumma Ameen ~

Inspiration [3]

A beautiful story that I just read, mashaAllah! A bit lengthy but I guarantee it's worth your precious time! :)

A Long and Winding Path: My Journey to Islam  [owner of americanrevert]

In 1982, I was born into a lower-middle class, not particularly religious Kentucky family. I got most of my religious understanding from my God-fearing, Baptist grandmother who was a member of one of those churches where they only have lethargic organ-led hymns— no clapping hands, no sudden hallelujahs or praise Gods, only the occasional cough to break the silence during the sermon. It seemed joyless, a hassle for the congregation to dress up and make it out on Sundays. As important as my grandmother made church seem, I didn’t see that same enthusiasm on any other face. The confusion had already begun to settle in.

I went to Sunday school, read the Bible, even went to “Vacation Bible School” every summer during my childhood, but I never felt the Holy Spirit descend on me and guide me to eternal salvation through Jesus Christ. I prayed, begged, groveled, spent much of my younger years on my knees asking Jesus to come into my heart and save me from Hell; he never did. Every time I went to church someone asked if I was ready to be baptized, I never was. Christians tried to explain the feeling of having Jesus in their hearts, I just never felt it. A kid who knew he was going to Hell, I lived with dread until I was 12 years old, the year I lost faith in everything.

The summer between seventh and eighth grades, I had lost touch with the church and developed other interests and relationships. However, I still believed in God and had that invitation for Jesus to come into my heart, out floating in the air, somewhere between the heavens and the earth, and I was still very much waiting for his RSVP. And then something that I never dreamed would happen, happened. My uncle, who had recently evicted his step-son, was murdered. When he came home the next night and opened the door, his step-son was there waiting with a loaded shotgun. My uncle turned to run, got hit in the back at close range with the first shot, but he kept running. A block and a half down the road, he took another hit in the back. This one, I was told later, would most likely have killed him, but when he fell he kept going, as far and as fast as he could. His step-son caught up with him, put the barrel to the back of his head, let it linger there for awhile. Witnesses said my uncle continued to beg and plead for his life right up until he pulled the trigger and ended it.

I was devastated. My uncle was a good man and I just couldn’t fathom that a loving God/Jesus could ever let something like this happen to him. I just couldn’t wrap my head around it being “his time to go” or “God’s will.” My whole world had come unbalanced from the actions of one useless and heartless human being and I couldn’t cope with it. It was this lack of coping ability that eventually had me stealing alcohol from my parents, lying in my room at night, drunk out of my mind, and crying; I spent a lot of time pondering God and Jesus and everything that I knew about religion, Heaven and Hell, and made one last heartfelt (though drunken) attempt at a connection with my creator. It was not answered. I decided then: it wasn’t God that allowed my uncle to die, because there was no God; there was nothing.

My teens and early twenties were a blur. I spent a lot of my time messing up, never really completing anything. I wasted whatever money I made, drank my self stupid, toyed with drugs, stole, had a series of empty, emotionless relationships with girls; I was pretty much out of my head. Looking back I sometimes wonder how I ever even survived those years. By all accounts I should either be dead, maimed, or locked away in jail. Nothing was sacred to me, nothing holy. I made great fun out of saying horrible things about God and Jesus. My life had no purpose and I felt like I was just killing time until I eventually died or killed myself.

In 2005 I found out I was going to be a father— shocking, but not at all unexpected. I guess I just figured it would never happen to me. The girl I was with at the time and I had a very rocky, somewhat poisonous relationship. We both knew it was doomed to collapse from the beginning, we were just too dumb or too afraid to be alone. I decided if we were going to have this child, it would be a good idea if we got married. I really wanted to, and I tried to make it right, but it never was. We had our moments of happiness, but they were always short lived. September 5, 2005, my son, Jackson, was born, and although I now had a reason to get my life together, I didn’t. My relationship with my ex-wife never improved; it actually got worse. A downward spiral, it slowly deteriorated until we were both doing horrible things, hurting each other. But for some reason I wouldn’t give in. I’d hang on no matter how much it hurt, because I thought I was doing the right thing for my son. Finally, it all came to a head and I made an attempt to take my own life.
(I didn’t think much of it then, I guess I thought it was just a coincidence, but after taking a couple thousand milligrams of Zoloft and Prozac I decided to give one random friend a chance to save my life. In arrogance I chose the one friend I knew would be of no help. The one friend who would not answer the phone, or be of any help at all, because he lived a few states away. But he did answer the phone, and he was in town. Alhamdulillah!)

I spent about two weeks in a mental hospital. When I was discharged, I didn’t want to go home, but in the end I went back to the poisonous relationship, a desperate last attempt to make something my heart said could never be right, right. It didn’t work. I enrolled in college that fall, and we finally separated for good before the spring semester started. It wouldn’t be the last time I would have to deal with her of course, because it was only a few months later, after I had moved to Arkansas, that she filed a restraining order against me, ruling I was to stay 1500 feet from her and my son, having no contact with either of them. To make a long story short, I didn’t do what I was supposed to do, and in my youthful arrogance, or ignorance,

I just ended getting myself into more trouble.

Things seemed to be getting a lot better with my life. I had moved to Arkansas after meeting the girl that would eventually become my wife, I had a job, we had shelter, we had food, and we had each other. Times were hard, but we always managed somehow to make it through. We loved each other, and that was all we needed. After Christmas of 2008, it all finally caught up with me. Even though I had begun paying my child support on a regular basis and had started making some ground paying up on the past balance, they came for me. I ended up spending two weeks in the county jail awaiting transport back to Kentucky to face the judge for my felony non-support charge.

 It was during that long trip back to Kentucky that things started to make sense to me. The extradition process for a prisoner is not like they make it seem in the movies. I was placed in a cramped van, shackled from head to toe and forced to endure these marathon drives through cities and states nowhere near my actual destination. The easiest route between Arkansas and Kentucky is obviously through Tennessee.

However, we went through Oklahoma, Missouri, Nebraska, South Dakota, Kansas, Illinois, Michigan, Ohio and then Kentucky; picking up a dropping off prisoners all along the way. It took four days, with a 24 hour layover in Omaha, Nebraska so the drivers could rest.

I was away from my wife; I didn’t know whether or not I was going to end up in jail, or prison. All those years of burning the candle at both ends, running like I had no responsibilities; it all finally caught up to me.

All the questions I’d avoided, all the memories I’d suppressed; everything hit me at once, and I prayed. I humbled myself, begged a God that I wasn’t even sure if I believed in to help me, to guide me, to show me out of this mess that I had gotten myself into. And it hit me— It wasn’t like God speaking to me, or the highly spoken of “Jesus coming into my heart,” or anything like that. It was a calming feeling, like a friend placing a hand on your shoulder when you’re down, telling you it’ll be okay; the feeling I’d been longing for since I was a child. But I knew then that I had a responsibility: now that I believed, I had to find God again, find what I believed and how to practice it.

My father helped me get a lawyer and paid my remaining child support, and the judge reduced the charges to a misdemeanor. I was free, and I went back to the business of living, and now the new business of finding God. When I was younger I had read the Bible, and found a lot of issues with it, but I figured with the wisdom of a few years, and possibly the guidance of God, I would be able to understand it and put it into practice. I was wrong. It was still the contradictory, confusing mess it had always been; and the trinity? I thought maybe I was simple-minded for not being able to wrap my mind around it. I spent a lot of hours reading, thinking, trying to make sense of it all. But I couldn’t. All I knew for sure was that I believed in God with all my heart, and I knew that He had always been there; it was I who had denied him, not the other way around.

I eventually gave up altogether on the Bible. It didn’t make sense to me, and no one could offer a good explanation, so I knew that it wasn’t the truth. It couldn’t be the word of God if the average everyday guy couldn’t understand it. Life carried on. One day my wife mentioned something about traveling abroad, maybe teaching English in Yemen. Always down for an adventure, I was all for it. Whereas she had spent some time in the Middle East as a child, I had never even been out of the country. What I did know was that there were a lot of Muslims in the Middle East, and I would have to learn to understand their culture to get by over there. I figured the best way to learn about Muslims and their culture would be to read the Qur’an, so I went out and bought a Yusuf Ali translation.

I remember cracking open that green and gold, ornate cover, and feeling I was about to discover something wonderful— I did. By the time I finished Surah Al-Fatiha, I knew I was Muslim. The simplicity of it astounded me. It didn’t beat around the bush and meant exactly what it said. It was beautiful to me. I continued, learning everything this book was teaching was everything that I had already believed. The problems that I had with Christianity were solved with Islam. I spent the next few weeks keeping it to myself, curious about the reaction I would get from my wife if I just suddenly said I want to be Muslim. But I kept researching Islam and falling more and more in love with it every day, and eventually it did come up. We discussed it at length and both came to the consensus that we would seek out the closest mosque and do whatever it was we had to do to become Muslims. I got online, found the e-mail for the Islamic center in our area, and asked them if it would be alright if we came out to visit and talk about taking our shahadah.

We went in on a Thursday and spoke with the Imam and two very nice brothers. What really struck me was how they wanted to ascertain that I understood what I was getting into, that I understood what Islam was, that it was a way of life, not just a religion. The thing about Christians is they’ll take you in and baptize you before you can blink, whether you know what Christianity is or not. These brothers wanted to make absolutely sure we had no concerns or doubts about it and didn’t pressure us, didn’t rush us to make a final decision. They listened to our questions and answered them as best as they could. It was such a refreshing change from everything I had ever known about religion. If I wasn’t sure before, I was absolutely sure at that moment; I was Muslim.

The brothers let me join in on Maghrib prayer, even though I was lost. Afterwards I said the words that changed my life and made me who I am today. “Ashadu an la ilaha illa’llah, Ashadu anna Muhammadan Rasulu’llah.” Alhamdulillah! With that oft repeated phrase I began to make the necessary changes in my life. I quit drinking alcohol, removed pork from my diet, stopped cussing, and although it has taken me almost a year, I quit smoking. I started devoting my time to prayer and the study of Islam. I have come a long way, but I know that there is always a chance for me to do better, to grow. I thank Allah each and every day for guiding me out of the darkness and in to the light of Islam, into submission to the one and only God, into a better way of life.

Looking back, I know that I knew nothing. The events in my life that I blamed God for, I can only thank him for now. Remove one little event from that chain, and I may not have come to Islam. Allah has a plan for each and every one of us, and we have no chance of ever comprehending the plans of Allah; He knows what we know not, and He guides who He wills. The second that I humbled myself before Him and prayed sincerely for His guidance, He guided me. SubhanAllah! It was a long journey from Baptist upbringing, to the loss of faith, and to Allah’s guidance finally setting me on the straight path. Allahu Akbar!

Beautiful ~



Monday, February 7, 2011

FB turns to an open love story parade

A friend posted this:

The red arrow I must say, has been one of the major eye sores whilst opening fb. I keep my fb alive to keep me updated with what my friends are doing and having to see all the lovey dovey messages is just so irritating. To the extend that I had to "hide" some people for the benefit of mankind [acehhhh!].

There's a reason why "wall" was invented.

Well, I'm speaking for myself as one of fb's active user. And this status should be a reminder for me at the first level, in case lah tersasar ke apa kan?! Lucky me that I have all the makciks and my ex teachers and lecturers in fb, that way; I'll think thrice before I start writing some rubbish for a status :D  [tho sometimes they are of no functional purposes at all ]

"Whoever believes in Allah and the Last Day should say something good or keep quiet." [Bukhari]

There's always a limit,always...