It is Allah who sends the winds to raise the clouds. Then He spreads them in the sky and breaks them into fragments as He pleases, then you see raindrops falling from their midst. When He showers this rain upon those of His servants whom He pleases, Lo! They are filled with joy, though before its coming they may have lost all hope
( Ar- Rum 30: 48-4)
May 31, 2009
May 27, 2009
Bismillah..
Bismillahirrahmannirrahim
Salam =)
Yes,for some reason,i'm starting a blog. ;D
Am compelled to write something..to share them if i could.
A piece of memory.
Not a first love reminiscense or all that ;D
this might sound silly,but it meant a lot to me..
it's of my encounter with a nene (grandma)
Earlier this year,my beloved sis and I went to Melaka. A first time for some,but a second for me (but my first was a very looooooong time ago - when i was still damit). The visit came near to an ending,and what better way to hear a local voice - a relative from there. We sat under a huge tree, with its slender arms branching out, sheltering us into an image of somewhat peaceful comfort and tranquility.
she sat there,all beaming and i was drawn to her like a child would towards a mother. She was around our own age and yet she radiates this soft and gentle aura. when she smiles,the eyes would also glint mischievously. ;D But i was also drawn to her words..
i could only caught her early words when suddenly we received an unexpected visitor. She was an old woman - chinese,i think. Walking with her cane and a basket of apple mangos in her arms. She stepped in closer near me to listen and our eyes met. She sat and asked what we were doing. i explained .. that we were in a lesson. she enquire why we were not taking down notes. Somehow a lesson sticks closer when learned by the heart than just written on papers and forgotten..i explained to her. She nodded and while i really wanted to hear what the sister said, the grandmother and i end up chatting like old friends. =)
i was surprised to find in her a strong person - who cycled 60 km away..everyday..alone,to earn a living. And she was what..60? 70 years old?? i asked about her family and she would account her day-to-day life, asking about our trip in return and all.. i haven't much experience talking to nene (grandma's) and it actually felt quite nice.. =D
Then when she was about to leave, she hold out the mangos..i can't help laughing a little,amused. Haiya..she's a saleswoman, after all. But then she said this suddenly..
"Tuhan (God) made you and i meet together today,at this moment. Tomorrow you might not see me. Tomorrow i might not see you. Tuhan made us meet each other."
my heart beat stopped for a second. She said Tuhan (God). What are the chances that a chinese old woman would say that to you? Me with my inexperience and lack of knowledge regarding non-muslims lifestyle..
And most of all, she mentioned fate,destiny..
You, me.. everyone.
Even as passerbys in schools,in hallways,on the streets..meeting you,it's fate.
Movies and dramas underrepresented fate to love interests and death. But what about living meet the living,living meet the dead? Even though it was that one moment,it is also fate. Fate that i was given a lesson from this. Fate that she describes the very thing that solves my hard life-journey to define people relationships.
You and me.
Fate.
Be you a friend.
Be you a sister.
Be you my teacher.
Be you a random person who came across my entry.
Fate. =)
Salam =)
Yes,for some reason,i'm starting a blog. ;D
Am compelled to write something..to share them if i could.
A piece of memory.
Not a first love reminiscense or all that ;D
this might sound silly,but it meant a lot to me..
it's of my encounter with a nene (grandma)
Earlier this year,my beloved sis and I went to Melaka. A first time for some,but a second for me (but my first was a very looooooong time ago - when i was still damit). The visit came near to an ending,and what better way to hear a local voice - a relative from there. We sat under a huge tree, with its slender arms branching out, sheltering us into an image of somewhat peaceful comfort and tranquility.
she sat there,all beaming and i was drawn to her like a child would towards a mother. She was around our own age and yet she radiates this soft and gentle aura. when she smiles,the eyes would also glint mischievously. ;D But i was also drawn to her words..
"Sesungguhnya hikmah adalah sebuah barang yg hilang. Sesiapa yg menjumpainya..adalah yg 'berhak' menerimanya."
- hadith
i could only caught her early words when suddenly we received an unexpected visitor. She was an old woman - chinese,i think. Walking with her cane and a basket of apple mangos in her arms. She stepped in closer near me to listen and our eyes met. She sat and asked what we were doing. i explained .. that we were in a lesson. she enquire why we were not taking down notes. Somehow a lesson sticks closer when learned by the heart than just written on papers and forgotten..i explained to her. She nodded and while i really wanted to hear what the sister said, the grandmother and i end up chatting like old friends. =)
i was surprised to find in her a strong person - who cycled 60 km away..everyday..alone,to earn a living. And she was what..60? 70 years old?? i asked about her family and she would account her day-to-day life, asking about our trip in return and all.. i haven't much experience talking to nene (grandma's) and it actually felt quite nice.. =D
Then when she was about to leave, she hold out the mangos..i can't help laughing a little,amused. Haiya..she's a saleswoman, after all. But then she said this suddenly..
"Tuhan (God) made you and i meet together today,at this moment. Tomorrow you might not see me. Tomorrow i might not see you. Tuhan made us meet each other."
my heart beat stopped for a second. She said Tuhan (God). What are the chances that a chinese old woman would say that to you? Me with my inexperience and lack of knowledge regarding non-muslims lifestyle..
And most of all, she mentioned fate,destiny..
You, me.. everyone.
Even as passerbys in schools,in hallways,on the streets..meeting you,it's fate.
Movies and dramas underrepresented fate to love interests and death. But what about living meet the living,living meet the dead? Even though it was that one moment,it is also fate. Fate that i was given a lesson from this. Fate that she describes the very thing that solves my hard life-journey to define people relationships.
You and me.
Fate.
Be you a friend.
Be you a sister.
Be you my teacher.
Be you a random person who came across my entry.
Fate. =)
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