Monday, March 13, 2017

Shyness (خجولة)

There’s one Rose
Distinct from the others
Blossoming exquisitely
In a spacious garden
And its redolence is hovering
Yielding harmony to passerby
Pleasing the singing birdies
And the buzzing bees

None can touch the Rose
For the thorns ’re guarding
And the garden is shielding
While the bees are roving
Fortifying its purity
Against those wild-trespasser
Whose hearts are impure

Neither the thorns
Nor the bees
Can stand the impurities
For the Rose grows
In its bashfulness
Burgeoning in its reticence
Isolated by its shyness
Castling itself
from the smuttiness
There’s this Rose
Whose fragrance
Resembling no others

Bukit Bintang | 9.16PM | 13 March 2017 

The Piano keeps playing the Melody - Yiruma - The Moment

P.S.: Your shyness is your Crown. And that's how these all began..

Grow cactus, live your life.
As God is always with you.

Thursday, March 09, 2017

God is Kind to me

God is kind to me
When He send you
To teach me the word of Love

God is kind to me
When He placed me
In the sanctified womb
Close to your heart
And your heartbeats
Became the melody of mercy
Comforting me, caring for me

God is kind to me
When He fortifies you
To guide me, to be with me
Instilling me with the knowledge of Lord
Leading me to the path of God

God is kind to me
When He led you to me
To lit the candle
When darkness caging me
When fear grasping me

God is kind to me
When He cheered me
With a lovely smile
Crafted on your façade
Washing away
My sorrow and agony

God is kind to me
When He lends me
With His Mercy and Blessing
Through the blessed hands
Hugging me, warming me
When distress roared me

God is kind to me
When He taught me
To love you
To care for you
To always missing you

Oh my Kindest God
Tell me
How would I describe her affection
How do I enumerate her adoration
When You raise her rank
Next to Your Beautiful Name

Oh my Kindest God
Guide me, teach me
To love her, to care for her
As long as my soul and body
Are intertwined
Love you Ammi.
"And We have enjoined upon man, to his parents, good treatment. His mother carried him with hardship and gave birth to him with hardship, and his gestation and weaning [period] is thirty months. [He grows] until, when he reaches maturity and reaches [the age of] forty years, he says, "My Lord, enable me to be grateful for Your favor which You have bestowed upon me and upon my parents and to work righteousness of which You will approve and make righteous for me my offspring. Indeed, I have repented to You, and indeed, I am of the Muslims"
Quran; 46:15
P.S.: 27 years ago, on this day, my mother gave birth to me. Thank you Allah, for lending her to me in this life and let us gather again in the eternal life, in our Home of Jannah.

P.S.S.: I still remember, when I was 5, my mother used to send me to the kindergarten, and I will cry out laud the moment she dropped me at the front door and turning back to go home.
Written with the melody of Arwen'sVigil by the Piano Guys

the wing of Mercy, the golden key to God's Heaven