When Heaven Comes to You

Imagine, heaven...coming towards you.

Imagine, such a place...such beauty, comes knocking on your doorstep.

Imagine, that very beautiful feeling, is placed down inside your heart.

When heaven comes to you, what will you do?

(inhales)

You inhale it.

You welcome it.

You embrace it.

Allahu akbar. Allahu akbar. Allahu akbar. Wa lillahil hamd. (Allah the Al-Mighty. Allah the Al-Mighty. Allah the Al-Mighty. And to Allah does all praises go/belong to)

My dear sahabahs (close friends),

What am I talking about? (laughs inwardly)

How could a place, comes to you, you're asking?

I mean, LOGICALLY, it is we who go to a place, not the other way around.

And furthermore, this is not just any place. This is heaven we're talking about, I mean, I'm talking about.

Heaven. Jannah. Syurga. The place promised to those who believe and hang on to that believe. Believing that there is no God but Allah Taala, and Muhammad SAW (peace be upon him) is His true messenger.

Such a beautiful place, described many, many, countless times in Al-Quran al-Kareem, as a place with streams flowing beneath it..not flowing on it like we see on earth, but beneath it..wallahu `alam (only Allah knows) as to the real nature of those descriptions.

So, how could such a place, came to you?

And heaven or jannah (in Arabic) is only for those who truly believe in Allah taala and His messenger. It is not for the average people like me..and you to enter. (But of course we all pray and hope for it. InsyaAllah)

Repeat: it is not for the average people like me.

Hmm..so, so, how in the world could I bravely say (or write rather) here that heaven came to me?

The Heavenly Feeling

My dear sahabahs,

Undeniably. Unmistakably. That jannah is for the selected few only.

But...it is the feeling.. that can come to you.

Yes. It is that heavenly feeling that came to me.

The feeling, that came knocking at my heart, on 3rd Syawal 1431 H.

3rd Syawal 1431 H

What is there on 3rd Syawal 1431 H?

Or rather, what happened on that day, 3 days ago?

What really transpired (transpired??) on that particular day, until ummu hurairah had the nerve to post under the title, "When Heaven Comes to You"?

...sheesh couldn't I be more specific? (instead of beating about the bush here...) (hahaha)

Allright2.

Something happened on that day..

Something special, for a special someone. (Not me, I'm not that special..haha)

Something so special that I feel I must share it here.

And that very special thing was; my friend's wedding day.

Dalila's Happy Hour...err..Moment

Dhal, please allow me to state your name here..(hehe) Besides, a wedding is to be spread out right (disebar-sebarkan) so that everybody can share your happy hour..err moment.

Dalila Mahamud Pauzi. Yep. That's her name. My dear friend's name.

We attended secondary school together. And we 'graduated' from it together.

But um, sad to say, we we're not always together back then. I mean, we're not close friends or anything of the sort. Nope. Not close at all.

But does that matter? The fact that we're not high school buddies, does that matter?

Well, not to me it doesn't.

To me, a friend, will always be a friend. No matter what he/she does, they'll always remain with the name "friends". Not that I like that a friend of mine robs a bank, or kills people or takes drugs..

What I mean to say is, people make mistakes. Hey, to er is human. But if you're really sorry and repent (taubat to Allah) for what you've done, I don't see why I should turn my back on these people.

I heard one story (though I'm not sure this is a story about Prophet Muhammad's companions or just another story) about a man and his friend. The man's friend did something really bad, and considered as a sin. But the man said, "I am not angry at you. I am angry at what you did. If you leave it, then you are my brother (in Islam)."

Ok. Enough sidetracking.

Dhal was still a dear friend to me.

And I could see, we all (my other high school friends who were there) could see, how happy she was.

It was her day. It was her moment. It was her happiness.

And any happiness of a friend of mine, is my happiness too.

Heavenly happy feeling

When heaven comes to you, what will you do?

Scroll back up and read again. (laughs)

Oh Allah Taala,

Only You knew, only You truly knew how I truly felt that day.

Which is not surprising really. (smiles). For it is You who controls my heart (membolak-balikkan hati hamba-hambaNya). It was You who placed that...happy feeling inside my heart.

Oh Allah Taala,

..(exhales)..It is the most, most genuine feeling I have ever felt in my life.

For the first time, I felt true happiness.

And the funny thing is...it is not even mine.

Nope. It was Dhal's day. It was her happiness.

And yet...it was the most genuine, genuine I'm telling you, the most genuine happy feeling I have ever felt in my entire life.

I was happy, when she was happy.

Her face showed it, I hope my face showed it too.

Her heart felt it, my heart most definitely felt it too.

And to make the day merrier, Allah Taala reunited us ex-SMSSMJ 06 on that joyous occasion.

I met a lot, and i mean a lot, of my ex-school friends on that day. We were all gathered on Dhal's day, to see her. And because of Dhal (indirectly), we get to see each other again. We get to update on each other status (why does it sound like fb? haha..) , hug, smile, and just...see each other's faces.

My friends...

Oh Allah,

If this is not happiness, then, I don't know what is.

When Heaven Comes to You

When heaven comes to you, what will you do?

No, I'm not going to ask you to scroll back up again. (laughs)

Oh, I think I need to rephrase that question..

When heaven comes to you, what happens to you?

Your heart flutters.

Your chest...expands...as if the whole world, the whole universe, even, could fit into it at that moment.

And your eyes...swells, and tears came flowing down your cheeks.

Oh Allah,

verily (sesungguhnya) You have given me such a wonderful gift. A gift beyond measure. A gift beyond compare.

You have given me...heaven/jannah itself.

Verily, You have placed heaven inside my heart on that day.

Verily, my friend's happiness, is my heaven, on earth.

Allahu akbar. Allahu akbar. Allahu akbar. Wa lillahil hamd.

"بارك الله لكما وبارك عليكما وجعل بينكما في خير"

Pulanglah di Hari Raya...

Assalamualaikum wbt.

Orang lain pulang terus ke kampung halaman.

Saya pula balik ke kampung kelahiran...(tersenyum)

Ya, saya sekarang di KTM!

KTM????

Adakah aku lahir di dalam gerabak tren?

Adakah aku lahir di dalam komuter Kereta api Tanah Melayu??

(ketawa)

Ohoho..tidaklah.

Alhamdulillah, saya ditakdirkan Allah Taala dilahrikan di dalam keluarga yang serba lengkap. Di dalam sebuah keluarga yang sangat harmoni dan penuh kasih sayang. Di bawah kasih sayang seorang mak dan ayah yang mendahulukan anak-anak mereka berbanding diri mereka. Alhamdulillah.

Jasad saya kini di...Kuala Terengganu, Malaysia.

KTM=Kuala Terengganu Malaysia.

(hahahahaha...poyo kan?)

Aku anak Ganu, tapi tak ramai yang tahu

Hmhm. Itulah hakikatnya. Kalau tak kerana kad pengenalan, tiada siapa pun akan tahu yang aku sebenarnya anak kelahiran negeri Terengganu, ataupun orang Ganu lah for short.

Asal mana?

(senyum).

Ha..soalan nilah yang paling aku tak tahu nak jawab macam mana.

Aku lahir kat KTM (tak habis-habis :) ), tapi tak reti cakap Ganu langsung. Sekarang ni dah mula belajar sikit-sikit, sebab kawan-kawan sekuliah ramai orang pantai timur. Satu perkataan yang aku baru belajar; "plekong selipar". Contoh ayat: ingat tak lagi seorang jurnalis yang "memplekong seliparnya" ke arah George Bush? Haa..orang bukan Ganu, agak-agak dah boleh tahu maksudnya? =)

Lepas adik aku lahir (juga di KTM), kami terus berpindah ke Kuala Lumpur sebab ikut ayah aku kerja di sana. (takdela terus-terus lahir terus pindah kan..kesian adik aku, tak bersalah pun..) Aku tinggal kat KL sampai darjah 1, belajar sampai bulan 6, pastu kami berpindah pulak ke Kedah. Lepas tu, kami pun menetap di Kedah sampai lah aku habis SPM.

Memandangkan hampir seluruh masa kecilku, zaman comelku dihabiskan di Utara Malaysia, aku memang rasa aku ni orang Kedah la. Kata orang Kedah, "perasan orang Kedah". Perasan kat sini bukan maknanya perasan yang jenis mengada-ngada tu. Tapi perasan maksudnya "rasa diri ni macam orang Kedah je". Hmm..kalau jumpa balik member2 Mat Jiwa, (SMSSMJ), hmm alamatnya terkeluaQ habiH la bahasa kedah ku..huhu..rindunya nak cakap Kedah..

Berdasarkan cerita si ibu kucing pada malam ini...mai mana pulak "ibu kucing"? (ketawa)

Ibu kucing tu sayalah.."ummu hurairah"

Ok, sambung balik. Berdasarkan kepada ceritaku yang panjang lebar tadi, dapat disimpulkan sebenarnya jawapan kpd soalan "Awak asal mana / Awak orang mana?" boleh di senarai pendekkan kepada dua; Ganu atau Kedah.

Jadi, apalah masalah awak ya ibu kucing? Cakap je la awak ni orang Kedah atau Ganu. Habis. end of story.

Aih..masalahnya tak habis kat sini. Direktor suruh panjangkan lagi cerita si ibu kucing ni...

Ayah saya. (cerita ayah pulak..)

Ayah saya ni, lahir kat...Ganu jugak. Tapi, dia membesar kat Kelantan.

Mak saya. Lahir kat Kedah, membesar pun kat Kedah. (Direktor cakap cukup2 la putar belit kehidupan si ibu kucing ni..kesian dia. Let's make it short and simple.)

Ok. Ayah lahir kat Ganu tapi besar kat Kelantan. Dan keluarga saya pun (nenek, mak sedara pak sedara, nenek sedara, datuk sedara, dua pupu, tiga pupu, bau2 bacang, bau2 Macang, yang saya kenali, mahupun tidak mengenali saya..bla3)kebanyakannya di Kelantan. (KEBANYAKAN? hahaha) Jadi, kawan saya cakap, apa susah, cakapla mu orang Kelantan.

Ala..tapi (saya argue lagi..memang suka argue..huhu) aku lahir kat Ganu, so asal2 aku mestila Ganu. Tapi..aku tak reti cakap Ganu pon. Aku reti cakap Kedah ada la...

Last2 sekali, bila ada orang tanya aku, "Awak ni asal mana?"

Aku jawab: (tarik nafas dalam2)

"Saya lahir kat Ganu tapi sekolah kat Kedah sekarang duduk kat KL kampung kat Kelantan."

Ha..nah! Summary terus..hahaha

Perasaan di tanah tumpah darah

Hmm..aku baru sampai KTM hari ni. Sampai dalam pukul 5 petang tadi.

Walaupun aku tak ada memori sangat kat sini, tapi bila sampai tadi rasa best pulak. Rasa aman dan tenang je tengok sekitar KT tadi.

Kereta tak banyak. Eh, silap, kereta banyak je, cuma jalan tak sesak. Hmm..bestla kalau nak belajar bawak kete kat sini, fikirku.

Pastu, banyak seni architecture bangunan2 dia bermotifkan corak Islam. Yang macam dekat masjid2 tu. best2..

Banyak sekolah agama..memang bestla negeri Darul Iman ni. Ni yang nak ngaku anak Ganu ni..(haha)

Apa2 pun, perasaan di sini tenang dan mendamaikan...

Mungkin satu hari nanti nak balik sini semule la..(hmm..perancangan masa depan..)

p/s: saje nak merepek hari ni..=)

Pengembaraan di Tanah Jiran Seberang

Monday, May 25, 2009

Genap seminggu yang lalu, kami sekeluarga (tolak adik) berangkat ke negara jiran kita, Indonesia. Anak sulung keluarga Azme Hassan ada majlis graduasi, ataupun dalam bahasa di sana lebih mesra sebagai "Wisuda".

Dr. Haneef Azme..segaknya..hai..(hehe)

Abangku awal-awal lagi telah berpesan, jangan sebut "convocation" atau "majlis graduasi", tapi gunakan perkataan "wisuda". Kalau tak, panggillah berapa banyak teksi pun, semuanya akan kata tak tahu di mana tempatnya.

Universiti abangku di Jogjakarta. Tapi, kami tidak menaiki kapal terbang terus ke Jogja, kami mendarat di Surabaya. (hehe..) Kami bertolak Sabtu lalu, tetapi majlis graduasi itu berlangsung pada hari Selasa. Kenapa awal sangat? Mestilah kami nak melencong dulu. (Haha) Tak, "melencong" tu ejaannya betul. Melencong dari tajuk utama sekejap..untuk bersiar-siar mengambil angin..

Bandar Surabaya memang tempat tumpuan para pelancong pergi.

Kami bertolak petang Sabtu. Sampai-sampai dah macam tayar kempis. Masing-masing dah 'pancit'. Jadi, kami masuk hotel dan terus tidur.

Tidur kami tak lama. Sebab Subuh kat situ pukul 4:30. Waktu tu sepatutnya masih lagi dibuai mimpi, tapi kami kenela bangun sebab 5:30 je Subuh dah habis. Bayangkan, 5:30 tu baru nak masuk Subuh kat Malaysia! Kami 'breakfast' pukul 6 pagi. (fuyoo) Awalnya..orang Malaysia 'breakfast' air liur basi je lagi..(Kih3x)

Sepanjang di Surabaya, kami pun buatlah aktiviti yang paling digemari oleh para pelancong. Kali ni, bukan kaum ibu sahaja yang gila, bapak-bapak pun ikut..'SHOPPING'!

Tapi, aku rasa kami takdela sampai ke tahap beli apa saja yang nampak cantik. Sekadar beli untuk diri sendiri, alang-alang dah sampai kan, dan beli untuk adik. (hehe..kesian dia tak dapat ikut kali ni..)

Dikelilingi 'handbag' yang cantik2

Ayah nak buat jaket kulit, tailored punya

Ibu bergaya dgn jaket kulit

Kami jugak pergi ke Ladang Epal di Malang. (Memang namanya Malang..)

Pokok limau spesies Manalagi

Kami tak dapat petik epal, sebab bukan musimnya. Tapi, kami boleh petik limau. Selain daripada epal dan limau, ada jgk strawberi, dan mcm-mcm sayuran.

Ingat tak ada suatu masa tu, satu perkampungan di Indonesia ditenggelami lumpur berminyak? Sepatutnya tempat tu mereka nak gali petrol atau gas asli, tapi mereka tersilap langkah, jadi keluarlah lumpur berminyak yang panas. ini gambarnya..

Nampak tak kepulan asap? Kat situlah tempat keluar lumpur.

Masih panas sampai skrg

Masjid Muhammad Cheng Ho

Lepas di Surabaya, kami ke Jogja.

Kami pergi Borobudur..tgk istana Sultan Hamengku Buwono..Di Indonesia, cuma ada 3 sultan, sultan jogja, sultan sulu dan..satu lagi aku tak tau.

Aku, mak dan Mbak Amy (tour guide di istana sultan HB)



Dr. Timi..tak pakai jubah sebab xde saiz

Aku memang sangat gembira..dah lama tak bercuti macam tu. Lepas ni jgn harapla nak ada cuti macam ni lagi..hehe..

p/s : Bnyk lagi gambar, tp disebabkan lembab sgt blogger ni, aku tak larat nak tunggu di'uploadkan' semuanya.. ok2..blogger tak lembab, aku je tak sabar..

Posted at 2:11pm

There's No Place Like Home

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Indeed there isn't.

Waahh..alhamdulillah, I had arrived safely last night at app 9:00 pm at LCCT. It feels great to go on a holiday once in a while, especially to places that we've never been to before.

Yet it's even greater to be back home in Malaysia.

This is one of the best years of my life.

The past 5 days in Indonesia have been a "blast"!
Yes, I was in Indonesia.

There's so many things I want to talk about here but I really don't know where to start..but a story has to start somewhere..(But, i gotta warn you, it's a LONG story..)

First of all, I'd like to congratulate my brother for graduating on 19th May 2009 at UGM (Universitas Gajah Mada), which, by the way, is also my birthday, so Happy Birthday to me!
So, actually it was a holiday cross convocation..(what am I saying..)

My head is still spinning..maybe because of jet lag..

I saw a lot of things. Learnt many things too. Too many things, that words are unable to express everything.

But..I'll say one thing : There's no place like home. I love you Malaysia!!

"Hujan emas di negeri orang, hujan batu di negeri sendiri, lebih baik di negeri sendiri."

"You'll only learn to see what's important in your life when you've lost it. Thankfully, I learnt what's important BEFORE I lose it. Sure, good things don't and won't last forever, but I thank my lucky stars..no..I thank God for making me see before it's too late."

Posted at 5:25 pm