alhamdulillah..=)

Ramadhann!!=)=)

Alhamdulillah ala kulli.. Thank You Allah for letting us once again experience the beauty of Ramadhan=)

May Allah grant us all the sweetness in reading Quran, and doing solat and mulitply the rewards for all our ibadah=) aminn!!

subhanallah, nothing, and i mean NOTHING can beat the bestest nikmat of Allah SWT - the gift of Islam..let us NEVER NEVER EVER take this for granted.. jangan sgt sgt..

ya Allah, make us the source of hidayah for others.. make our Ramadhan better than before..ya Allah, grant us forgiveness and taqwa..

close ur eyes..

Just Close Your Eyes…

Just close your eyes and imagine,

You have just one more day to live,

One more day to show Allah,

To you “Heaven” should He should give you,

To say goodbye to your family,

And all your closest friends,

To ask for forgiveness,

And try to make amends,

Just close your eyes and imagine,

Did you miss a prayer or two?

Did you please Allah, and do the things,

He asks every Muslim to do?

Just close your eyes and imagine,

Tomorrow you will be gone,

No more second chances,

To smell the mist of dawn

Just close your eyes and imagine,

The angels are going to come,

To take your soul and ask,

In your life “what have you done”?

Just close your eyes and imagine,

The words you want to say,

Will not come out you may realize,

For all your deeds you’ll pay,

You want to speak out, to cry out,

“In Allah I believe”,

But, silence beckons you,

No more can you deceive,

Just close your eyes and imagine,

Finally,

Your silence breaks away,

You tell the angels “you believe in Allah,

And for him, you did pray”,

You say as tears are pouring down,

“Please, Allah, forgive me,

For the sins that I committed,

Have mercy is my plea!”

Just close your eyes and imagine,

That the smell of musk surrounds you,

From your head down to your feet,

You realize Allah forgave you,

Hell fire you did defeat,

But we all know as Muslims,

When it’s time for you to die,

You’ll not be given a second chance,

To say a last goodbye,

So live each day as If it’s your last,

And never forget to pray,

So when the angels come to ask,

You’ll know the words to say.

For growing trees are strengthened

Only Allah knows what’s best for us
So why should we complain
We always want the sunshine
But Allah knows there must be rain
We always want the laughter
And the merriment of cheer
But our hearts will lose their tenderness
If we never shed a tear.
Allah tests us often
With suffering and with sorrow
Allah tests us not to punish us
But to help us meet tomorrow
For growing trees are strengthened
If they withstand the storm
And the sharp cut of the chisel
Gave the marble grace and form
Allah tests us often
For every pain Allah gives to us
Provided we’re patient
Is followed by rich again
So whenever we feel that everything is going wrong
It is just Allah’s way
To make our spirit’s strong.

little candle

The Candle- A Story With A Moral.

The Candle- A Story With A Moral.

Once upon a time a little candle stood in a room filled with other candles, most of them much larger and much more beautiful than she was. Some were ornate and some were rather simple, like her. Some were white, some were blue, some were pink and some were green. She had no idea why she was there, and the other candles made her feel rather small and insignificant. When the sun went down and the room began to get dark, she noticed a large man walking toward her with a ball of fire on a stick. She suddenly realized that the man was going to set her on fire.

“No, no!!” She cried, “Aaaaagghhh! Don’t burn me, please don’t burn me!!” But she knew that she could not be heard and prepared for the pain that would surely follow. To her surprise, the room filled with light. She wondered where it came from since the man had extinguished his fire stick. To her delight, she realized that the light came from herself. Then the man struck another fire stick and, one by one, lit the other candles in the room. Each one gave out the same light that she did. During the next few hours, she noticed that, slowly, her wax began to flow. She became aware that she would soon die. With this realization came a sense of why she had been created.

“Perhaps my purpose on earth is to give out light until I die”, she mused. And that’s exactly what she did.

Moral: Like that little candle, we all can produce the light and enlighten the world, no matter how small we are or of what color we might be. But we can’t produce light until we receive it from an outside source. And that source of light is ‘ALLAH’, our Lord, the creator of the world