Menumpang Kasih Ibu Kucing

Bismillaahirrahmaanirrahiim...

Balik dari kelas Physics, singgah di cafe sebentar sebelum meneruskan perjalanan ke Admin. Berniat untuk mengambil kotak kosong.

"Kesian Muffin, X pasal2 xde laci."

Sampai chalet, bersiap apa yang patut. Terus menuju ke chalet sebelah.

Meow...meow... Ibu ada kat sebelah, menguis-nguis pintu chalet Muffin.

"Assalmualaikum..."

"Kak Zay, kenapa?" jawab Muffin. Ibu terus masuk dalam chalet.

"Muffin, akak bawak kotak. Kamu mesti nak guna balik laci 2. Akak nak masukkan anak2 dlm kotak ni." 

Kami terus menuju ke arah kucing2 itu. Setelah selamat dipindahkan, tibalah masa untuk merawat luka di kepala ibu. Kesian ibu, dia terluka waktu bunting. Nasib tak gugur. Lepas tu, buat susu untuk ibu, nanti ibu nak bagi anak2 minum susu pula.

Anak2

Mulanya, ibu tak nak minum. Tak lama kemudian, ibu terus menghabiskan susu tersebut. Kesian ibu, lapar. Ibu masuk dalam kotak terus membaringkan diri bagi memudahkan anak2 menghisap susu. Sangat prihatin. Mereka sudah selamat. 

Tiba2, guruh berdentum kuat. Si ibu yang baru mula terlena bersama cahaya matanya tersentak. Anak2 mula mengeow ketakutan. Si ibu terus memeluk anak2nya. Terasa begitu terharu melihat adegan2 tersebut. Tak sedar air mata dah bergenang. Mungkin terlalu rindu dengan mak di kampung.

Kasib ibu

"Ibu, saya tumpang kasih ibu kat sini ye."

Si ibu mengeow seperti mengiakan apa yang saya katakan sebelum tertidur kembali bersama anak2nya. Biarlah dingin petang ini mendamaikan hati sebuah keluargamu, ibu.

~Monolog~

"Aku dan dia,

diintai sang kumbang setia,

kerana lumrah menjadi sang bunga,

menarik dan mempesona.

ANTARA DUA BUNGA REBUTAN

Inginku menjadi sang mawar di taman,

cantik menawan,

duri berceracakan,

bukan sang dedap di hutan,

meskipun indah luaran,

baunya tidak tertahan."

-Monolog Layyinul Harir-

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"Hargai apabila berdua,

Sayangi apabila bersama,

Maafkan apabila terluka,

Rindui apabila jauh di sana,

Fahami apabila berprasangka,

Ingati saban ketika,

Kerana ALLAH kasih tercipta."

-Asiah Yusra-

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"Janji yang terpateri,

akan kubawa meniti hari,

walaupun peritnya tak tertanggung kuhadapi,

lantaran jalan hidup ini terlalu berduri,

pernah hampir kukuburkan janjimu daripada hati,

namun kupunya keyakinan diri,

janjimu pasti kan jadi realiti.

Merinduimu mengajar aku erti

SEKSANYA RINDU

Aku tertanya-tanya, kenapa aku menyiksa diri

untuk terus merinduimu. Mungkin kerana,

kaulah 'nur'ku ketika aku teraba-raba menagih

secebis kebahagiaan sejati, mengenal hakikat

kejadian ini. Kaulah yang membawaku

mengenal RABBI dan hanya dengan itulah

kemanisan hidup ini bisa kurasai.

Jiwaku sering merindui hikmah kalimahmu

seorang dae', lantaran itulah ku kan terus

memanjat doa agar kita dipertemukan lagi,

mengikat janji, mendokong risalah ini.

Andai tidak di sini, nun di syurga menanti, jika

kita layak menghuni..."

-Monolog Mak Ngah Siah-

MOC '09

Muslim Overseas Camp 2009

Date: Late July/early August
Participant: Overseas-bound A-Level students

The objectives:

1. To deepen the understanding on the fundamentals of tauhid, aqidah, and ibadah in Islam.
2. To shape students towards becoming more versatile to change, more dynamic and more equipped to face challenges especially in foreign countries.
3. To give optimum exposure on conditions in the UK, Australia, US etc based on seniors' experiences.
4. To bring forth and discuss recurring issues to gain sufficient knowledge on wider spectrum.

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MOC committee is looking for any kind of contribution to make this camp a success. All contribution can be made directly to As-Saad Musolla account 

0806-80-1000-3952 [Bank Islam]

If you have any further enquiry, feel free to send us an email at 

ky_mocO9@yahoo.com
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or kindly contact us at

[017 2063 646] Mr. Iman
or 
[014 5088 622] Miss Amirah Roslan


We are looking forward for your contribution, call and email.
Thank you 

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ONE~

ONE SONG CAN SPARK A MOMENT

ONE FLOWER CAN WAKE THE DREAM

ONE TREE CAN START A FOREST

ONE BIRD CAN HERALD SPRING

ONE SMILE BEGINS A FRIENDSHIP

ONE HANDCLASP LIFTS A SOUL

ONE STAR CAN GUIDE A SHIP AT SEA

ONE WORD CAN FRAME THE GOAL

ONE VOTE CAN CHANGE A NATION

ONE SUNBEAM LIGHTS A ROOM

ONE CANDLE WIPES OUT DARKNESS

ONE LAUGH WILL CONQUER GLOOM

ONE STEP MUST START EACH JOURNEY

ONE WORD MUST START EACH PRAYER

ONE HOPE WILL RAISE OUR SPIRIT

ONE TOUCH CAN SHOW YOU CARE

ONE VOICE CAN SPEAK WITH WISDOM

ONE HEART CAN KNOW WHAT'S TRUE

ONE LIFE CAN MAKE THE DIFFERENCE

YOU SEE, IT'S UP TO YOU!!!

A Letter to My sisters

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I sat in the car that night, after the blessed day of Eid, and watched you while my heart tore to shreds. You were so pretty, so confident, so relaxed as you strolled across the street while your "boyfriend" casually rested his arm on your shoulder. How I longed to get out of the car, take anything I could get my hands on, and cover you with it, that I might conceal some of what you deemed prudent to reveal and save you from being the object of lustful gazes. 

Sure, your jeans fitted well, like a second skin, and your bare shoulders glistened beneath the street lights. No doubt, the effect you had aimed to achieve had been realized, but was Allah pleased with the effect you produced?

That "look" that you spend such a lot of time cultivating — tell me, what will be its end? All of us at last will enter a dark and lonely earth-filled grave, where your body that you spent so much time trying to perfect for the eyes of others will be food for the worms and ants.

The music that blared from the speakers of the car that you had emerged from shook the very earth beneath me, but undoubtedly an earthquake from Allah would have shook the ground even more. Where would that have left us, my dearest sister? Are you ready to meet your Lord?

And then the Adhan rang out. Not one of your friends switched off their thumping music. The call, sent to us by Allah since the time of His blessed Prophet, fell on deaf ears that were accustomed to the voice of Shaytan alone.

And I cried as I thought of our Prophet (peace and blessings of Allah upon him) wandering the streets of Ta'if, calling towards the Oneness of God, towards a path that you have been blessed with, without any effort on your part. I cried as I pictured the stones from street urchins hitting his blessed body. Could you imagine yourself to be one of those who cast stones at the beloved of Allah and said to him, "Your way is not for me. Go, for I am at peace with what I have found. My desires reign supreme." Could it be that you are thinking like them — those who drew blood from his blessed body and caused his shoes to stick to his feet because of the excessive blood flowing into them?

I had to stifle the urge to get out of the car, stand in the middle of the street, and shout at all of you to stop! For Allah's sake — stop! My dearest sister, I love you. More than anything, I desire success for you. And what is success? Is it attracting the glance of men who desire you for nothing more than your body? Is it going out and having a "good time"? I would never want to see you suffer. But time has taught me that the path you are on is a slippery one that leads to nothing more than misery.

Once upon a time, I too believed that there was nothing more to life than having "fun." I too reveled in male attention that gave me a sense of self-worth — until I found purpose.

"What is purpose?" you ask. One word — Allah and following His way. That means leading a life filled with service to mankind and spreading goodness. No amount of male attention is going to fill that emptiness, the void left by not having Allah in your life.

I will pray for you and keep hoping that we will someday be friends in Paradise. Ameen. Until then, I'm ready to help you in any way. I am your sister in Islam.

Article by : Saaleha Bhamjee