Hang in there!

"When you're hurt I'm hurt as well" Picture of Hilal 

Hang in there!

 

By: Ameen Misran

 *A post dedicated to Hilal Asyraf
But for all of us to share along...

I’m sorry to hear that you’re ill,
I’m sorry because I just stood still,
I’m sorry because I didn’t do anything,
I just watched from far that you’re suffering.

This time distance really plays its part,
across the Indian Ocean we are apart,
you may not be in my sight,
but you are always in my heart.

What is most important is to stay strong,
cope with the hard times that seems so long,
the world may seem black for you,
but the other side of the sun is still shining for you,
difficulties arise in the lives of us all,
Stand firm and do not make that fall!

You’ve touched many of peoples heart,
you’ve made them from total ignorance to making a start,
in the times like this, it takes a strong person,
but I know, you are that strong person!

THE BEAUTY OF NATURE YOU SHOULD BE AWARE OF

"Allah is too GREAT..."

Picture by masterpiecestudios a.k.a my big bro

THE BEAUTY OF NATURE YOU SHOULD BE AWARE OF

By: Ameen Misran

“Subhanallah!” I shouted with all my heart as soon as I got out of our car. My friends and I have arrived at the seaside of OBS Sekakap Mersing, Johor, a wonderful place. We came here as facilitators to a camp by the name of KMK (Kem Minda Kreatif).

“A program must consist of three M’s: Meaningful, Memorable and Motivating” once said by Sir Mustafa Kamil bin Shaharom, an experienced motivator and also once my xifu.

Love Gone Wrong

Love Gone Wrong
By: Ameen Misran

When love comes out of the blue…
It always seems to be true...
But when you need that love to come through...

It will abandon you…
That Love will blind you...
No one can find you…

You’ll be ignored by friends...[1]
And break what were to be long lasting mends...
Maybe until your life ends!!!

My dream, My hope

"A dream within a dream"
Picture by =matricaria72 of deviant.art

My dream, My hope

by Ameen Misran

I gently opened my eyes in the cold breeze that morning. It was about 12.30.The thin layer tent was surely water-proof but not cool-proof. Spending the night in the woods was surely a breezy experience. There I lay in the tent as the gentle wind embraced me. The beautiful sound of the river stream made me more close to my CREATOR. My father sat beside me smiling at his second son.

"You are awake," my father smiled.

"I fell asleep dad." I said.

"You did my son." 

"Why were you not sleeping dad?” I asked my father after seeing him wide awake.

My father grinned “To make you safe”.  

My dad was actually on guard that night, to ensure our safety in the unpredictable life in the woods.

 “Dad, I had a dream, a strange one” I said to my father.

My father rose and sat beside me. Then he wrapped his warm arms on my body, he knew that I was cold. 

"Do you want to tell me about it son?"

The twisted faith

I love this picture :)
picture by ~MusliMultimedia of deviant.art


The twisted faith

By: Ameen Misran

edited by: Ummutaki 

            I took a long look at my speedometer before slowing down; I was driving at 145 kph in a 110 zone. From a distance, I saw a police road-block.

“Yeah, I’m going to get busted again” I murmured. It’s the fourth time in 8 months. How could a lecturer get caught so often?!

I slowed down my car as the queue slowed down. A policeman wearing white gloves waved his hand. He asked me to pull over at the left side of the road. I waited there for a while; the cop was a bit busy. “Let the cop worry about the potential traffic hazard; maybe some other cars will tweak his backside making him forget about his ‘earlier prey’,” I made some false assumptions. Well, the cop did not forget. I could see him make his move towards me.

            “Is that Ali? I can’t believe it’s him?” I told myself as I watched him approach me.  Ali is my neighbour, my friend and my companion.  Ali is a much respected person. Although we have been exposed by the news that you can’t trust a cop because of they are involved in corruption, etc, but Ali was absolutely out of the fitnah.  

The Sky is crying, are you?

"Tears and Cries..." Ameen Misran
Picture by Masterpiecestudios a.k.a my big bro

The Sky is crying, are you? 

By Ameen Misran

*This is my poem inspired by Harga Hujan itu by Hilal Asyraf and Signs by Boona Mohammed.

As I gaze towards the sky,
it makes me wonder why,
why is the sky turning cloudy?
Is the sky feeling gloomy?

“Oh, it is raining outside” says my little heart,
“Again?” As the rain starts to depart,
trillions of tiny droplets of water,
dashing through the atmosphere,
colliding fiercely onto the terrain,
making typical sounds of the rain.

It has been raining for days,
“Why it has to rain?” my heart says,

Hijrah is not just sweet talks

"We want change but ..."

Picture by ~Papa-figo of deviant.art

Hijrah is not just sweet talks

By Ameen Misran

This is the time of the year when everybody talks about Hijrah.

Sweet talks yeah.

Lectures about Hijrah are flooding at mosques, on television, radios and even at your home with your family.

People are amused with these lectures. They feel entertained after hearing the story behind Hijrah.

“What a GREAT event!” They say in their hearts.

But all that feeling of greatness lasts only for an hour or two or less than that. Once they walk 

away to their homes, their just the same old person they were before. No change at all.

How many years have we lived?

How many times have we gone through Ma’al Hijrah?

Have we changed to a better person?

The English Translation of the Al-quran

Assalamualaikum....

I want to share my thoughts with you guys…

After all we’re like a family…

Here’s the thing, as you guys can read the subject of my email is The English Translation of the Al-quran”

These are the names of the translators that you may recognize:

1.      Dr. Muhammad Taqi-ud-Din Al-Hilali

2.      Dr. Muhammad Muhsin Khan

3.      Hafiz Abdullah Yusuf Ali

4.      Marmaduke (Mohammed) Pickthall 

Seek the LIGHT!

Seek the LIGHT!

Picture by *Nayzak of Deviant.art

Confucius, the Chinese philosopher said: 

"Ignorance is the night of the mind, but a night without moon or star."

By Ameen Misran

I goggled on the World Wide Web via the world’s most preferred browser http://google.com and stumbled on a website about a singer famous for his song titled ‘Seek the Light’. 

“Seek the light!” I shouted in my heart. I was so eager to sink in the lyrics because I am a traveler who seeks the LIGHT in my life! 

So I went through the lyrics حَرْفٌ بِحَرْفٍ (word by word), but I was so frustrated. I was so upset I closed the website on the dot and if Allah granted me with the skill to hack that website, I would do so! But luckily I don’t know how to hack. 

Why am I so upset? The singer claimed “Seek the Light” but after going through his lyrics, there’s nothing mentioned about guidance, truth and knowledge.