Simple sense makes big winning....

Today is Friday. A complete week of my holiday has oozed away unconsciously. Time never stop running. Wind rarely stop blowing. Even a heavy big MPV just sometimes stall for a while waiting for the green light. Weirdly, my last week's behaviour seems not progressing at all. Perhaps it does move a bit-backwards. Everyday, my watch starts at 11. Once awakened, I never missed hoping that tomorrow would be no more eleven. But, tomorrow's still repeat today's as if there is a microchip that likes to store this unwanted memory.

I am a scholar. My duty is to learn anything required for me to get into an oversea university. My sponsor gave me a lot of money to buy books. I bought many as being told to. To make it short, if the library doesn't open, you can come over to my place-to read only, no borrowing is allowed. I did carry them miles away to this house for this holiday. Can u imagine the fatigue costs me a day sleep. However, up to this moment, I never touch them. Oh no no. I remember touching them once-my mother asked me to move them away from her sight during cleaning the house. Maybe this is their fate that their presence is being ignored. Even my cats-I mean stinky cats whom their shit can be seen sticking to their tails-get the love and touch from me. Books must now envy of cats. Argghh...whatever. Still, I hate this part of mine. Really hate.



This afternoon, I went to the mosque for Jumaat prayer by foot-not as usual where I normally ride my motorbike. The sun was very merciful and nice today-maybe because tonight will be the 27th night of ramadhan-that it didn't shine so brightly. Alhamdulillah. Though, I still felt sad because nobody wanted to offer me a free ride. In my heart, I prayed that a friend would pass by so that I could....as you know. From the smallest Kancil to the biggest van, no one was willing to lend me a seat. I could still recall a van owned by my neighbour-he didn't look at me at all. Huh. Did I, a teen moslem who wore a pant and t-shirt(not tight OK), look really bad to be trusted?? Maybe because the man didn't recognize me. I continued walking. Just after 5 meters journey, his van broke down. In the bad side of mine, I wanted to laugh actually. No lah. Just kidding. I slowed down my pace, intending to do a favour. He didn't even give a glance on me. Huh. I just headed to the mosque. Bye2 old man!!! This is what we called 'neighbourood'.

Anyway, there was still a good heart that I found. Just 1 minute away from the mosque, a man stopped by and offered me to get into his car. Actually, the dome could be seen clearly from that place, but for giving him a chance of doing good deed, I just hopped into his MPV. That's the end of Jumaat story-not at all actually, because during the way back, I succeeded completing the whole track using this feet. Sob3. Anyhow, still thanks to Allah for this irreplaceable foot and nice weather.

From this nonsense story, I just want to emphasize on a merely simple thing. During this ramadhan, tonnes of moslem formally want to top their iman up by giving alms to the poor or slipping the coins into the money box. This is basically called 'sadaqah'. However, they don't realize that they can actually give 'sadaqah' by just performing simplest good deed of giving free ride to the walkers who are heading for a good place. Isn't it what had been taught by our Prophet??




Wallahua'lam, may this simple sharing benefits us in order to become a better ummah. The key that distinguishes between men is the knowledge. However, amongst the knowledgeables, the only absolute difference lies in how much they utilize their knowledge to benefit their own selves to the fullest. Wassalam.

p/s : Dear beloved readers, don't forget to give simple 'sadaqah' by feeding this blog again with your comments and spreading it to the nearest friends of yours.

A life has just began....

 Last year, I started to know about blogging from a friend of mine. Blogging is a world where anyone can live on without any limitation and hesitation to write, give opinion, share knowledge, post criticism, outline objection and even making boundless jokes and pranks. I could see others' smiles, sorrow, happiness, anger and thousands of feelings and emotions running through their lines of words. Since then, i realized why people do blogging and keep it up-to-date from time to time for it resembles the satisfaction of spurting their own hidden shouts which could only echo deep through their heart. 

Last month, I did ask my peers to teach me how to start blogging since I am not used to this modern tool. This intention born after reading countless of deep-touching creative pieces of writing. I personally do hate writing, but I come to realize that blogging is totally a distinct alternative way of relieving what are trapped in ourselves which make our life mundane and far from serene livelihood. However, no one shows up to help me settle with this. Everyday, I get into www.blogger.com without any improvement. I didn't even remember my passwords for it had been too long that I didn't visit my own page. I became discouraged to continue with this crappy things. My will to do blogging faded away as light went off that night. 

Last week, I continued my life as usual. But i didn't think that my day improved to become better than yesterday. Everyday I feel the same thing going on and on. Just like days,weeks and months before, I still read others blogs and still impressed by the way they managed to present their pieces effectively. I was emboldened after reading about da'wah islamiyah and seeing the real lives of moslems all around the world. I laughed after reading some crazy blogs blabbering about nonsense trivial matters. My eyes opened wide after reading today's political issues which complicate the whole process of countries' development. Suddenly, I felt a pat on my shoulder coming from a friend who was doubting what intrigued me since awhile ago. That was the starting point of a new change. The meaningful pat of hope enlightened my spirit back to write. I know that I was meant to write someday. I will write. Writing a magic piece that millions will read momentarily.

Today, I get the pen. I can now write freely. My blog is already existed. Men live on food. Cars live on fuel. Plants live on sunlight. This blog??Of course this blog lives on your commitment to read. This blog has now became a living tool once I post this. This means that it needs to survive once have been given a life. So, your reading is his food. Your comments will cherish him deeply. Your click on this page really means a lot for him to be awakened from a long sleep. Dear new visiting readers, do support him by giving your full commitment and enthusiasm by treasuring him daily. 

Now, I want to publish this post. I have now became a new young blogger. Can I commit writing more after this?? InsyaAllah, I will if I still can benefit this finger executing more good deeds and sharing more useful thoughts. My apology if this first shootout lacks in many variant essence. I hope that I can write a more sensible piece tomorrow and so on. That's all for now. Barakallah fiik. Wassalam