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. 

Yo, Facebook Me…

Yo, Facebook Me…

by Muhaimin Misran

Picture by *Balakov of Deviant.art

"More than 175 million people use Facebook. If it were a country, 

it would be the sixth most populated country in the world"- Mark Zuckerberg

            The advent of the world’s most popular social network, facebook.com, from 2004 to 2010, has given a common expression “Facebook me”. It also invented a new English word that is “Facebooking”. Facebook has changed many hearts and also has changed us as Muslim users. As Facebook grows to amuse people to no end, stereotype abounds. Put aside the bad labels and look on the bright side of Facebook.com on what it can really give us.

The Untold Birth...

 "Your heart is DARK, you'll strive your life to make it WHITE again"

Picture by ~henriquefrazao of deviantart.com

The Untold Birth  by Muhaimin Misran

Do you still remember the moment you entered this world?

Do you still remember that it was warm before suddenly turning cold?

Everybody waited for your arrival,

Everybody hoped for your survival.

You lived, you survived,

Your cries had your exhausted mother, revived,

You were tucked tight in a clean white cloth,

No more coldness, only warmth.

Your father whispered something in your ear,

You understood nothing although it was crystal clear,

Beautiful and inspiring words you heard,

Though later on, these words are going to sound absurd.

What have you fulfilled your life with?

What have you coloured your heart with?

Do you think you’re sinless?

Is that why you transgress on purpose?

You filled your life with sins,

You broke the law with defiant grins?

Sure you’re proud of your offence,

But when you’re before Him, can you put up a defense?

Remember back on how you started,

You started with nothing saved a white heart,

“Every child is born upon the natural disposition”,* 

You were as clean as the blue ocean,

Did you know? 

The pain that your mother had to undergo?

Did you have any idea?

The extent of the pain? How severe was Severe?

But your mother didn’t care,

No matter what the pain was, she did bear,

Because nothing was a burden,

When it comes to you, her gift from the Heavens.

So return your position back to the start,
Return to the person who held the white heart.

Never let the Darkness control your heart,

Let the Light shine in, go back to the start. 

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*  كل مولود يولد على الفطرة   A quote from hadith Rasulullah s.a.w Riwayat Tirmizi

Sister, your beautiful...

I'm so busy lately preparing and struggling for my finals...

3 papers to go...

I stumbled on sister Afeefah's blog and I read a wonderful post by her...

Let us share...

Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh to all beloved friends.

"Sister, you're beautiful". 

Lets talk about beauty for awhile.

For today's entry, i just wanna share with you tips for you sisters to stay attractive and beautiful for the rest of your life inshallah (some tips can be practiced for brothers as well). 

1. To beautify your eyes, lower your gaze towards strange men. This will make you eyes pure and shiny.

2. To have attractive lips, speak with kindness towards others and speak only the truth and essential matters.

3. To have blushy cheeks, keep your haya' (modesty and shyness).

4. To look fresh and radiant, always smile and be cheerful to others.

5. To remove impurities from your face and body, make a lot of istighfar and always take wudu' whenever you break it. Inshallah it will clear you from your past sins.

6. To have beautiful hair and skin, guard it from the sight of strange men by covering it up.

7. As for jewelry, beautify your hands with humbleness and don't hesitate to lend a helping hand to those in need. 

8. As for diet, share your food with others.

9. To have healthy mind and body, constantly pray to allah and remember him and be quick to forgive people who hurt your feeling.

10. Be patient when enduring calamities and thank Allah because the reward for patience is abundance.

My dear valued sisters in islam, do enjoy following all those tips to get real beauty in the inside and outside :).

I HATE EXAMS!!

I'm not in the mood for anything, everything seems not right.... Because of my final examination is around the corner, and i have loads of unfinished assignments to do. But i don't know why I'm so lazy to do all these. This is the result of my blurriness and boredom.

I HATE EXAMS!!!

by: ~dae_meen~

Oh no! It’s that time of the year again,
when all the pressure is here in my head,
my stomach’s all wobbly, my eyes are in pain,
I’d rather much stay tuck in bed!!

Flashing back to the past exams and tests,
I nearly failed in all of them!!
Do you think that this is the best?
I was half dead answering but the result was all the same!!!

Before my eyes I see the points I miss,
flying away to unknown spaces.
I was also an inch away from a passionate kiss,
but I blew it, like I did with many other cases.

My brain is not thinking clear,
although my intentions are sincere.
My skills, knowledge and my cool,
went mute like a clueless fool.

My nerves are getting on my nerves,
anxiety is dominating my life,
Sweating profoundly, I'm soaking wet.
My vision fades to black.

Always shaking at the most important test,
at my final exams, my mind was stressed.
My heart storms with great force in my chest.
The terrorist called tension leaves me depressed.

I tried to set my intentions clear,
only for ALLAH my purpose is sincere,
but HIS assessments are very intense,
I do not know whether I can put up a good defense.  

Will it ever cease,
spreading like a disease?
Will I ever be in peace?
Give me an answer, please.