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Young Entrepreneurs


We, the young people :) are planning some kind business movement. My friends and I. We are all very inexperienced about this, but we have intentions, vision and idea about the future, that's what I like when we gather to hold a meeting. All are so enthusiastic, we know we don't have the money to start, but, we are still focussing on what we're gonna do and why we do this. A kind of preparation if oneday we're successful with this thing we won't lose control and forget our very first purpose :P, excessive optimism? I thought that's good..! So serious that we spent the whole hours of a meeting just to decide two lines of visions. hmm...what should I call this group of young and energic people..? umm... whoaa tell me more...!

online Games..


It's been a year already! Our family has opened a cyber using a room which used to be our garage. since then, every day and night our house is full of noise. hmm...I've lost my quiet moment in this house :(

However, I was so glad thinking that we were going to open a cyber, remembering I really need the internet to browse materials for my thesis and others.. so every night, I keep.. online..online..online..online.. *saykoji mode on :P

But lately I realized, this cyber is infact not only for browsing, but also for online game. Deep down, and actually, to be honest and frankly I say: I do not agree..!!

I remember, I've ever watched a talkshow on tv. Talking about a kid, in philipine or...err..Thailand..?? I forgot!! the point is, that kid killed/shot a pedicab worker just because he was imagining himself as one of characters he always played in one of online games. That's horrible! I meant, that's the worst effect of too much playing online games!

The main speaker in the talkshow said, some games, which involve the player to do hunting, shooting each other, will implicitly and slowly form a mental impression in the players' mind. And the worst is, the player will bring his imagination into reality. He wants to act and feel like what he feels everytime he takes the role in the games. So, every parent must watched what games their kids usually play, prevent the war games or any games that may emerge the instinct to kill..hmm..

Back then I started to think, what could a game like 'ayo dance' do to the players' mental..?? hmm.. can you imagine..?
whoaa tell me more...!

I Love You...

I'm looking for the perfect way to prove a love. I just couldn't understand how Imam Malik could spend his day with 60 times finishing reciting Quran. But then I found out, "Oo..that's the power of love..!!" I exclaimed to myself. Though I still can't find the logical way to imitate him, he had memorized the whole content of Quran, that would help much I thought! But me?? Hmm... what could I expect, I haven't even finishied the 3 juz of it! too bad..


I was impressed by what Abu Bakr did in the night he and Rasulullah escaped Makkah. He was so careful, bearing his pain from having been bitten by a snake. He was so pale when Rasulullah finally woke up from his lap. Rasulullah was so surprised seeing his condition, but what Abu Bakr answered when Rasulullah questioned why he did that..? He just said "I was so worried that I would wake you up, ya Rasulullah.." that must be the power of love..!

what could move a non moeslem to come to a masjid and touched by the voice of azan? that must be the power of love! yes! Do you still remember? a fact that everyone of us was asked to swear to Allah, right before we were born to this world, and we swore, we promised, we also witnessed, that Allah is the only God, no God before or after Him.. do you still remember?
I guess everyone, to be honest, deep down will feel so peacefull whenever they hear the voice of Quran recited. That's the power of love.

Allah loves us, more than a mother who loves her son.
So, whatever you feel, whatever you did.. just get back to Allah..He loves you unlimitedly..





whoaa tell me more...!

Insensitivity

hag..hag..hag..
From all the bad attitudes I have, ignorance is one of the hardest points for me to eliminate.
Lately, I lost one of my staffs in the division where I lead and take the role as manager. He was quiet close to me. We often shared about many things, discussed and exchanged some information.

Our board of management decided to move him to another division two weeks ago. We both were sad, indeed. But, what could we do? what could I do? it has been decided and the condition forced us to accept that, and the most important thing is, we know and we believe that we move and stay at one place not because we want it as we wish, but our highest leader determined it based on the situation and condition in the field. Which section needs us most, that's where we belong.

Now, it's been two weeks. We really lost contact. I don't try to contact him, and neither does he. No more discussion. Sometimes I feel sad, yeah..seems like something's lost. But, however, we must move on, keep focus on what we're working on, give the best,
I believe we have a strong reason to work wherever we are placed, no matter whoever beside us, as long as fi sabilillah, (amien).

ha! that's why, hmm..as time passes by, my ignorance comes into existence. For me, whoever goes out of my life, I would let him/her go, he/she could go anywhere and I don't care, I would gladly leave him/her alone, not even ask for his/her condition or maybe just say hello I won't. My ignorance let those people who leave can live their own way, I don't care.
This is bad I know. Hehe..

Before this one happened, there was one of my friends too, who decided to resign from our division. She was our manager, the manager before me. We were so closed, I have considered her as my own verily sister. She suddenly told me that she wants to quit from our organization, even from our jamaah, with one reason I can't tell. We were so sad, indeed. But what could I do, I tried to talk to her, but it seemed like she had made her own decision and fixed it, unchangeable.
There we were apart. No more contact. My ignorance, somehow my heart said, if only I tried harder to pull her again, maybe she would come back. But, what could I do, it's almost late I thought. My ignorance won't let me do that, I don't care, that's why.

Several times, I lost my sisters, new girls I just knew and happened to be my mentee. Some of them were gone, they were absent from the very beginning, I didn't try to find them. My ignorance, I don't care.

For me, those people who leave or who are forced to leave me, I'll let them go. I'll let them live their life and I don't care. I wouldn't even ask how they are doing.
My Ignorance, one point I want to diminish and terminate.

whoaa tell me more...!

I Write me



I write my Idea,
I write what's on my mind,
I write to explore my brain
I write to say my anger,
I write to say my sadness
I write to say my happiness,
I write to appreciate me,
I write me..

I don't write for anyone's admission,
I don't write for any praise, if any,
I don't write to escape, umm,,, maybe yes, a little.. :P
I don't write for you..
I write for me,
I write me..
and I try to write for Allah..
for Him all praise and gratitude..
whoaa tell me more...!

The Extremist


haha..what comes first to your mind when you hear the word 'extremist'..?
If you are part of general people, then 'Islam' would be the first word to be collocated with this word..
yeah..yeah..I know..! and you would agree with me that today these two words have been so well known..a sweet bloody couple..hmm..

I just borrowed a good book from a friend of mine. Crude Understanding of Disbelief written by an Islamic scientist, Harun Yahya. Well, I couldn't say that this book is especially intended for the disbelief, I thought we, who claim ourselves as the belief should also read this book because it's not impossible that what we claimed is implicitly wrong, we preceive ourselves incorrectly.

Let me introduce you to the word of Jahiliyah. It's an arabic word means uneducated, illiterate, and impolite or uncivilized. It's quite different from what Qur'an means by the word jahiliyah.

Previously, the people who lived before Quran and Muhammad came, were considered as Jahiliyah Society, not because of their uncivilized behavior, no, those people were rich, they could read well, and they were smart and educated. One thing is, that they didn't know the real intention of their creation, why were they created and what consequences they have to responsible for in the life after death. Harun Yahya calls this as the extreme form of Jahiliyah.

I was quite surprised when I read it. The term 'extreme jahiliyah' has wider and general range of meaning. I call the people as extremists.

hmm.. It forced me to contemplate a little.
We could ask ourselves then, Do we know who our creator is? His typical characteristics, what He likes and doesn't..and after we know all that, ask again, do we really care about that, Do we really want to keep everything that we do, stick to the principle, that is, to fullfil what he demands and wants from us, back to the basic purpose of why we were created.

What I've stated above is the main question that we must answer and subsequently, we can find ourselves whether we are the real ummah of Muhammad or we still part of the extremist..

Harun Yahya insists, no matter how many books we've read, how many foreign languages we have mastered, how modern our style is, or how western we are, those things will not and can not be able to cover our jahiliyah and our extremeness..

Now.. answer it to yourself..are you an extremist..? whoaa tell me more...!

Open one's Mind


To change something you've hold for a long time is not easy. I've been always thinking that everyone must have their own reason to do something and it may be deeply influenced by what they believe and how strong they hold what they believe.
I want to talk about a world of tarbiyah. Education in arabic term, but for me it has some specification which general education in our term doesn't have..

However, eventhough I've been involved in the world of tarbiyah for almost five years, I realized it just in recent time that tarbiyah is an art, an art of influencing people, an art of transforming one's thinking style to a real moslem way of thinking. Trust me, you will indeed understand how this mean is working when you actively take in role as Murabbi.

It always comes to my mind whenever I see some young girls at the school where I was asked to be mentor, girls now are so badly different from the girls generally in my era. It's more challenging I thought, we as murabbi have to fight against hedonism and their ignorance towards their own religion. I just really realized how the friction of the right value has happened and how it has successfully changed and formed the way of thinking of teenagers nowadays. Islamophobia isn't only spread over the people of other religions, it also has been contagious sickness to the moslem teenagers.

what emerges into my mind whenever I see the girls today is the question "how could I open these girls' mind?"
But I can't give up I know. I also can't step back or run.
These girls are ones to be saved. whoaa tell me more...!

trend akhwat


Akhwat, I define it as a calling for a mover woman, a moslem woman who's bright, who fights for what she believes.
Lately I see some strange phenomenon or trends..err..or symptom I should say, coz it's closer to a sickness I thought, which happen to some akhwats. They are so fond of showing off their face through their photoes in internet..hmm..I admitted that I've ever done it, but I realized, it's a mistake..

Do you know, or do you remember, former akhwats were really aware of how they should take care of their izzah, pride. Even if a photo of theirs were slipped and fell accidentally, they would be panic and worried, they would hastily keep it safe and away from a creature called ikhwan. They saw it as a worthy and precious thing that they wouldn't want to show it to any ikhwan but him who will be their husband.

Back then I see some akhwats are so easily eager to let people know how good they are in a photo, how beauuuutiful their face and how cute their smiles.

I don't know who is wrong or what..? is it the time which is false? is today is the time for akhwats to do some sale for their photoes? or it is the akhwat herself who has lost her izzah, her pride, that she just gives away and display their photoes anywhere she wants and she can..

Wallahu'alam..
hope I would and will always stick to what I believe if it's right, and may God show me the way if I'm wrong.. whoaa tell me more...!

under the rain

























I'm crying under the rain,
there I'm thinking of what has gone,
I wonder and realize again,
O my love, you left alone..

I'm crying under the rain,
there I'm asking of what is wrong,
just tell myself to not drown in pain,
I'll let my life to keep going on..

rain, rain, rain, I'm not insane,
I'm just running from a refrain,
insist me to stop what I began,
so let me cry in you until I end..

rain you know what I wish then?
God may decide it after I pray,
He'll let him be with me in recent lane,
or leave me here and take him away,

I'm crying under the rain again,
He put me and him in apart,
I came to know He wanted me to defend,
this is the answer to my heart,
Now I just have to disclaim,
won't let myself be coward,
I believe He'd show me in arcane,
my prince would come when time is right.
whoaa tell me more...!