hanyut aku, Kekasihku!

Hanyut aku, Kekasihku!
Hanyut aku!
Ulurkan tanganMu, tolong aku
Sunyinya sekelilingku!

Tiada suara kasihan,
Tiada angin mendingin hati,
Tiada air menolak ngelak,
Dahagakan kasihMu,
Hauskan bisikMu,
Mati aku disebabkan diamMu.

Langit menyerkap,
Air berlepas tangan, aku tenggelam.

Tenggelam dalam malam
Air di atas menindih keras
Bumi di bawah menolak ke atas
Mati aku, Kekasihku, mati aku!

nikmat

segala yang dihasrat

tapi tidak dapat

adalah nikmat

yang paling padat

A. Samad Said 1973

triple L

are the things to do..

true love..

The Rain

It was a busy
morning, about 8:30, when an elderly

gentleman in his 80's arrived to have
stitches removed from his thumb.

He said he was in a hurry as he had an
appointment at 9:00 am.

I took his vital
signs and had him take a seat,

knowing it would be over an hour

before someone
would to able to see him.

I saw him looking at his watch and

decided, since I
was not busy with another patient,

I would evaluate his wound.

On exam, it was
well healed, so I talked to one of the

doctors, got the needed supplies to
remove his sutures and redress his wound.

While taking care of
his wound, I asked him if he

had another doctor's appointment

this morning, as
he was in such a hurry.

The gentleman told me no, that he

needed to go to
the nursing home to eat breakfast

with his wife. I inquired as to her
health.

He told me that she had been there
for a while and that she

was a victim of Alzheimer's Disease.

As we
talked, I asked if she would be

upset if he was a bit late.

He
replied that she no longer knew

who he was, that she had not

recognized him in
five years now.

I was surprised, and asked him,

'And you still go every
morning, even though she

doesn't know who you are?'

He smiled as he
patted my hand and said,

'She doesn't
know me, but I still know who she is.'

I had to hold back
tears as he left, I had goose bumps

on my arm, and thought,

'That is
the kind of love I want in my life.'

True love is
neither physical, nor romantic.

True love is an
acceptance of all that is,

has been, will be, and will not
be.

With all the jokes
and fun that are in e-mails,

sometimes there is one that comes

along that has an
important message..

This one I thought I could share with you.

The
happiest people don't necessarily

have the best of everything;

they just make
the best of everything they have.

I hope you share this with someone you
care about. I just did..

'Life isn't about
how to survive the storm,
But how to dance

in the rain.'

We are all getting Older

Tomorrow may be our turn.

hampir2 @ near miss

salam.

cuti raya cina hari tu gua balik pj dengan family.

as usual, we left after asar, but this time because of the few stops we made along the way, we got to the plus highway around maghrib..

everything was as usual, but somewhere between slim river and behrang, while i was cruising at 12okmh, chatting with my missus, suddenly in front of me, about 150 metres away, i saw sparks flying. something had crashed onto the road! it was about a quarter after eight, and except for what my car's headlights shone and red lights at the end of vehicles in front of me, nothing else was visible. the flying sparks really shook me up, and by time i got near to what caused the sparks, i had no idea what to expect and i could only pray for the best.

right in front were two objects, separated 5 metres from each other, and a sudden jolt of the steering, managed to squeeze the odyssey between the objects. phew! i was shaken by then, and i thanked God for protecting me and my family from any mishaps. later my wife told me she was sure that it was a motorcycle and the rider on the road. i wasn't sure at all because i only wanted to get pass the objects without hitting them.

two days later, i read in the newspaper about a motorcyclist found mangled, mauled, torn to pieces and unrecognizable along the plus highway. masyaAllah.

when i recall about the incident, i remember a saying in the Quran; tiadalah kamu (wahai Muhammad) yang melontar, melainkan Kami yang melontar. i can't remember which verse exactly, but i know it sounds something like that. what i wish to relate here is, when i maneuvered my car through the bike and the biker, it wasn't me actually. it was Him who did it. Honestly, i couldn't see a thing until the last second, and by that time, it was too late, but somehow, i managed to get through the mess unscathed. Ya Allah, how thankful i am towards You.

the moral of the story: cling on to Him, whenever, wherever, and forever.

insyaAllah.

d girl who doesn't wanna go to school..

nia, my lil' girl..

nia and the breeze..

simply nia..

arief's cycling quest

Salam.

Finally, after a week of practice, bruised knees and scratches, arief has learned the art of cycling. Hmm, not bad, considering that his other siblings took a longer time to manage it.

Arief coming out from the horizon..

Hooray! for arief.. job well done, beb!

to You and for You

the eyes tear

the heart is in pain

but i will only say that

which is pleasing to Allah

oh Allah, to You i leave all matters.