Abortion: 'Option or Not?'

Assalamualaikum, peace be upon you.

Weh, lama tak bukak blog, rasa rindu plak. Okay, just nak sampaikan sebuah poem mengenai abortion. I got it from a Filipino friend.

Month one

Mommy
I am only 8 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Everytime I hear it
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favourite lullaby

Month two

Today I learned how to suck my thumb
If you could see me
you could definitely tell that I am a baby
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though
it's so nice and warm in here

Month Three

You know what mommy?
I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too.
And I cry with you even though
you can't hear me

Month Four

Mommy
My hair is starting to grow
It's very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I'm becoming quite good at it too.


Month Five

You went to the doctor today
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.

Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six

I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy, what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy, HELP me!

Month Seven

Mommy,
I'm okay.
I'm in an angel's arms
It's holding me.
It told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me, mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just ...

One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.

If you're against abortion, please re-post this and if you almost cried, bertaubatlah...

Hayya Muslimin!

Assalamualaikum,
Alhamdulillah, ana masih lagi bernafas untuk meneruskan blog ana ni. Okeh, x yah nak cakap berflower-flower. Just nak menyampaikan kewajipan ana sebagai seorang da'ie yg menggunakan IT sbg salah satu senjata ana untuk berda'wah. Insya-allah.

Okeh, sebagaimana yg kita tahu, menjelang 1 Januari 2009, tentera Israel (la'natullah) yg jahat syadeed tu telah menyebabkan ramai kematian.

Hm... cuba kita pikir sejenak, masa 1 Januari tu, apa benda yg kita buat eh? Maybe masa saudara se-Islam kita dibunuh, kita tengah sibuk tengok hiburan. Yelah, macam2 cerita n movies yg ditayangkan masa hari tu; siap ada marathon Tom n Jerry lagi tuh!

Sedih, sebab ana salah seorang dari org2 ni. Masa tu ana ingat lagi, ana tengah tengok Marathon Ben10 kat CTWK. Pergh, memang sedih bila kita sendiri sedar yg kita turut serta.

Okay, ana rasa sedih pulak bila cakap pasal ni. Nak dipendekkan citer, ana ada belajar satu doa yg kalau dihayati makna2nya, memang mendalam dan ana nak ajarkan doa ni pada yg tengok blog ni:

اللهمَّ إناَّ نجعَلُكَ فِى نُحُورِ أعدَاءِناَ وَ نَعُوذُ بِكَ مِن شُرُورِهِم اللهم بَدِّد شَملَهُم و فَرِّق جَمعَهُم وَ شَتِّت كَلِمَتَهُم وَزَلزِل أَقدَامَهُم وَ سَلِّط عَلَيهِم كَلباًَ مِن كِلاَبِكَ يا قَهاَّر يا جَباَّر يا مُنتَقِم يا الله يا الله يا الله

اللهم يا مُنزِلَ الكِتاَبِ ويا مُجرِيَ السَّحاَبِ ويا هاَزِمَ الأَحزَابِ إِهزِمهُم إِهزِمهُم إِهزِمهُم وَانصُرناَ عَلَيهِم

Ana tak ingat specifically maksud doa nih, sorry ah. Takut tersalah translate nanti lain pulak jadinya. Kalau nak, tengok kamus.

Watashiwa nihon-go ni zenzen wakarimasenno koto.

Assalamualaikum, peace be upon you.

Okeh, before I shut my blog down for a while due to my final year exam, I just wanna make a HUGE statement. Huge, I tell ya!

Just yesterday a japanese school went to our school! But, I didn't get to see their performances let alone having a friendly talk with them cos I had to attend classes.

It's frustrating but after a while I thought that maybe there was a huge hikmah for me. Yelah, dahla ada yang play truant sibuk nak duduk ngan org jepang tu, kesian ustazah, so I had no choice but to attend my classes. Nasib baik kitorang dapat information baru. Rugi betul sape yg tak dtg class.

Dah, tu je. Sebenarnya byk lg nak tulis nie tapi nak tengok Man VS Wild kat discovery channel.

Salam warahmatullah wa barakatuh

Sedikit Peringatan Buat Kita Yg Sering Lupa

"Beri peringatan untukku & untuk semua. Agar kau tak tersasar ke dalam lembah kejahilan."

Jika doamu dikabulkan,

bermakna Allah sayang padamu.

Jika doamu lambat dimakbulkan,

bererti Allah mengujimu.

Jika doamu digantikan

dengan hasrat yg tidak pernah terlintas,

bermaksud Allah tahu apa yg terbaik buatmu.

Dedicated by-Afiqah Zabri, 4 Indhibath SmiHidyah JB

(Di-edit sedikit)

Allah hadiahkan mentari,

Sinarnya sungguh berseri.

Tiba-tiba hujan turun dgn lebat,

Guruh berdentum & kilat menyambar,

Aku menangis ketakutan,

Mencara-cari di manakah mentari,

Rupa-rupanya,

Allah menghadiahkanku pelangi.

Masya-Allah.

Dedicated by-Anonymous

(edited)

Wassalam

Thank God!

Assalamualaikum, peace be upon you.

Gosh, nasib baik dapat log in. I thought I lost this blog so I did another blog, bubbly101. Thanx to Zatil, I now know how to sign in using my yahoo mail. Fuh... nasib baik. I'm not that good in stuff like this, actually I'm an amateur. I still remembered....



(FLASHBACK)



One day, a naive 14 year-old girl clicked onto the sign up tab for yahoo. She read the instructions that said: one; type your username. two; for example, type in your favourite sportsteam, pet or favourite colour.

So, she typed in all three of those. Her first e-mail was seigakucattrueblue.

Three months after that, she opened her account and got a bunch of messages. Fumbling through the messages, she highlighted the the ones she read and then she clicked a garbage bin icon which she thought was the 'save message' box. When she signed in again for the next week, she was surprised to see no messages. And then she told her friend, Nadia. Laughing out loud, she told the naive girl that she just threw her messages.
After that, she signed up for another e-mail. And then that username was kind of a mess and she deleted it, did another one. Then she deleted that one too and did another account. Then the new account was abandoned for half a year and was disabled and then she did another one. And NOW she got serious and ended up with this account sar_smih.

(END FLASHBACK)

So, tahulah sekarang yg I'm an amateurist. Dakara, don't marah-marah ye?
Okies... chaw!
Salam...

My Family

Assalamualaikum, peace be upon you

Okay, so I just read an article about families. Hence, I'll do a flash taaruf: I have a mom whom I call mak and a dad whom I call abah, a big sister, a big brother, a sister in-law;kak Zu, Three big brothers before me, me, my sister and my little bro; Haris. I'm the sixth child out of eight and my upper brothers and big sister don't really like me, like, they could care less of me. Except my eldest brother and his wife and his two little comel kids.

Anyways, this article kind of realised me that our family is our prority. I've been such an ungrateful kid these years and I didn't care about my family 'cos there has been a lot of issues going on between us. I know that everyone has problems of their own and I'm not an exception. Maybe all these yeas we've been hating each other, even among brothers and sisters. And I admit that I've been tinking that I shouldn't have been born in the first place. Being a Jahil, I always wished that I wasn't in our family 'cos I'm always left out. Sometimes if I do a mistake, or if I try to mix in with them, I'll end up being left aside like I'm just an outsider. This IS true 'cos I would'nt tell this if it's not true.

And then one day when my ustazah came into class, she told that Allah has always created a companion for us, even if we don't see it. Evene the most isolated man has a companion which is Him. I told ustazah my problems and then she told me to read the Quran. Willingly, I flipped through the pages and I realised how I missed peace and how I wished to see Allah at that moment.

I never realized that I still have mak and abah. I never realized that the scoldings were signs that they recognised me, not as an outsider, but as their daughter. Everytime if I think about them, I'll cry thinking of prophet Muhammad PBUH, who never knew his father and always craved a mother's love but did not get the chance to. And I'll always remember that Allah has always been there for me. He has stated in the Quran that he is closer to us more than our veins beneath our skin. And if we take a step closer to Him, He'll run a thousand more closer to us.

Therefore, before we lose everything, make sure that we make quality time with our sublings. Allah will not put us among them except that we are meant to be with them and try to change them into better people for life.

Wassalam

Ahlan wa Sahlan to All Readers

I've never created a blog before and this is my first time creating a blog. (After 3 years waiting!) You know, school, exams and everything, and... oh, don't forget Biology! For those in SMI Hidayah, JB should know what I'm talking about. Especially my friends. Anyhow, I managed to create a blog anyways. My friends helped me a lot. Just wanted to say terima kasih byk2 sebab tolong ana untuk memahami blogspot, terutamanya Zatil, Sofia, Nadia and HananYamapi.