memuji dipuji

yang memuji Dia

yang dipuji Dia

bolehkah di terima

kenyataan sebegini

rupa

atau

curiga menusuk minda

tak percaya apa dicerita

…

cerita Dia

manikam jua

jauhari menyinta

laila jua qais majnun

bersatu jua pinta si hallaj

manunggaling kawula klawan Gusti

-ku2-

salam maal hijrah 1433

i said to the man who stood at the gate of the year,

"give me a light that i may tread safely into the unknown,"

and he replied,"go out into the darkness

and put your hand in the hand of God.

that shall be to you better than light

and safer than a known way."

as above, so below

God is very real - a mental energy that pervades everything. and we, the human beings, have been created in that image.

our physical bodies have evolved over the ages, but it was our minds that were created in the image of God.

we’ve been reading the Book too literally.

we learn that God created us in his image, but it’s not our physical bodies that resemble God, it’s our minds.

the lost symbol

sape champion?

obama kena ngaji dengan najib cara2 nak ngencing..

tulus

TULUS …

setiap kali mendengar kata ini

yang terlintas di pikiran

adalah memberi tanpa mengharap kembali,

mencintai tanpa mengharap memiliki,

dan melakukan semua hal tanpa mengharap pujian,

atau balasan apalagi imbalan yang setimpal,

biarlah semua pergi meninggalkan kita ,

asalkan Allah tetap bersama..

nukilan rindu

nkc

the secret is how to die

since the beginning,

the secret had always been how to die.

Dan Brown’s The Lost Symbol page 1

kenangan itu..

kenangan itu

meruntun hati

menambah sengsara

meracun jiwa

menusuk qalbu

menghambat perjalanan..

tinggalkan

biarkan

lupakan

segala kenangan

suka duka gelak ketawa

kecewa nestapa gembira tak terkira

kerna segala adalah racun dunia

madu berbisa

hanya adam belaka..

maka tinggalkanlah

segala kenangan

tinggalkanlah..

dari lekio ke manong dengan CDL

9 pagi tadi..

skill maut..

viva la revolusi!

with this kind of politicians (read: UBN), what do you expect?

kasi sembelih sama depa this coming GE.

if not, revolution! is the best option..

farewell, mak..

-may 2011-

mak, @ bainah bt senawi, my mother in law, passed away today at 12.52pm. she was 88.

yesterday, on the way home from my parents place after eidul adha celebration, my family and I stopped by at kak bedah’s house, my eldest sister in law, to visit mak.

mak had been bedridden for the past 3 months, since the fall at kak enon’s place.

however the past month or so, she just kept to her close eyes mode, opening them only during the periodic bath session. it was last raya when I saw her opening her eyes for a long time, smiling to us and mumbling few words. it was like a ray of hope in term of recovery. so I thought. before, she was considered fit for her age, healthy and always smiling, albeit the occasional hay fever. but after that fall, she didn’t want to get up and she kept lying on the bed, crying and complaining about the pain behind her head. then, after a while, she slipped off to her close eyes mode. we would never really know whether she was awake or asleep. but the food and drink given to her, she would continue having them, in small quantity. once in a while she would open her eyes. but that was it. being senile, she seldom had much to say anyway.

-taken during raya 2011-

but yesterday late afternoon when we saw her, I could see that she was slipping away but I just didn’t have the heart to tell it to my missus. then at noon today, on the way to bagan datoh, I stopped by again at kak bedah’s to drop off my wife. mak was her yesterday self. but at quarter to 1, her breathe suddenly slowed down, and everyone there, (kak wan and abg yaakub, nazira and din, abg tapa and kak min, far’ah, kak bedah,yah, abg tahir and kak pau, iliya, my missus and me) knew that she was about to leave us. abg tapa and my missus were reciting and repeating the shahadah to mak. mak stopped breathing then, and we thought that was it, when suddenly she opened her eyes, stared into nothingness, for a while, and slowly closed them back. tears came out from her eyes, and she was gone.

mak, I had the opportunity to be your son in law for slightly over 15 years, and we had our moments, which I fondly remember and will be etched forever in memory, and only now, after holding back my tears, I am crying for you. i’ll miss you, mak..

-innalillahi wainnailaihirajiun-

this is what you are currently doing..

with your hands..

what you see..

mana tuhan?

Hamzah Fansuri di dalam Mekah,
Mencari tuhan di Bait al Ka'bah,
Di Barus ke Qudus terlalu payah,
Akhirnya dapat di dalam rumah.