A letter to the better half

Dear Sofia Ansar,

It was a great 12 months that we spent together. We had many things together. We shared everything between the two of us. I have seen your smiling face and crying face. I have seen your positive and negative sides. There were times when I made you angry and there were times when I made you happy. Every single moment was a treasure that I cherish till this date. We started our journey as two strangers who were willing to exchange their hearts for unknown price. And we embarked into that journey without knowing what awaiting us along the ride. But, we trusted each other and with that trust, we set our foot together and started painting our own canvas. 

Alhamdulillah, though we have some hiccups along the roller-coaster of our marriage, we managed it well. Alhamdulillah, although we were not perfect, but we covered the imperfect between us. We are like a fine clothe to each other; me covering you and you covering me. I am glad to be with you, in your rise and in your downfall; in your ups and down; and in every moment of your precious life.

Through you, I learned to be a Man. I learned what it takes to be a responsible person. I learned to be a selfless person in cruising our marriage to where is it sailing now. And I could not thank anyone more than to you for always be there for me, in every side of me, in every moment of my life with you.

Let us take a moment and express our gratitude to Allah, our Match Maker. If not because of His Mercy and Guidance, we will not stumble to each other in our paths. If not because of His Will, we could not meet and walk through this journey and reach our destination today. Today, we have reached to our first checkpoint, before we continue to walk till we reach our ultimate checkpoint, Al-Jannah. Let us stop for a while and look to the footsteps that we created at our back. Let us ponder upon our actions and contemplate over what it needs to be done to make our footsteps better.

I love you Sofia Ansar, and I will always love you. You are an amazing woman that came into my life and managed to change me what others can’t. You are a gift specially created by Allah even before we came into this world. You names and mine have been crafted in the Heaven long before we born. And I know that Allah love me so much that He placed your heart next to mine and your fingers entangled in mine. Thank you for this amazing year! Thank you for being a wonderful partner in my life! Thank you for being a beautiful soul in my world! I hope our marriage will continue sailing till the end of everything!

They asked me

‘what treasure do I possess’

‘I got the whole world’

I told them

coz’ I have your heart

next to mine;

and your smile

that is

brighter than the sun.

1717 - 1718

Teman Melodi - Lah Ahmad - Kau Tercipta

‘your smile that is
brighter than the sun’

You II

Indeed

I had been

looking for you;

knocking each

and every doors

along the passageway;

querying here and there;

till my eyes finally

estopped by my own gaze

on an enchanting red Rose;

in our first sitting.

Indeed

the rewards 

of every bit of tussles

stand await,

faithfully

at the end of

the murky crawl-way.

And here we are

threading in this

beautiful alleyway

with each other hands

holding together;

engrossed in our

own excursions;

painting our canvas

with the colours

of our love story.

Now that I have

found you,

now that

the wonderer

has a destination

to reside;

I whispered to Him

in my most

beautiful tone,

'Thank You my Lord'

for letting her

crossing my path

and let her be

the reward of

my waiting.

p.s.: the ending of You.

Melody Selection: Virguon - Bukti

Kaulah bentuk terindah
Dari baiknya Tuhan padaku

Almost a year journey together

Alhamdulillah.

Relish

The pleasures that

my eyes relish

in every moment

of our meeting

is simply abstruse.

To know that

you will invariably be there

with your candied beam,

smiling radiantly

as I walk into our home

at every sundown,

turn my gloomy morning

into a bright windy evening.

Like a wilted flower

in the heat of wild summer,

blossoming in the

wake of rainfall;

your singsong greetings,

bequeath warmth to

my cold soul;

splashing sunray to

my dusky dawn.

and dear you,

let those

glittering smile of yours

keep painting

my monotonous world

with colors of rainbow.

End Note:

Raabta by Shreya Ghoshal

'Kehte hain khuda ne is jahan mein sabhi ke liye

Kisi na kisi ko hai banaya har kisi ke liye

Tera milna hai us rab ka ishara maano

Mujhko banaya tere jaise hi kisi ke liye'

'They say God has made a special someone

for everybody in this universe,

meeting you was a sign sent from God,

Maybe I am made for somebody like you'

after 276 days..

Zealous

Love is,

to wake up

every morning

and the first façade

my eyes will fall onto,

is yours.

And the very first

smile of yours

emblazoned 

in the wake

of morning sunshine

kindling my soul

to start the day anew.

Days are passing briskly.

Leaving our pages

scribbled with 

thousands of memories;

ebbed and flowed,

and for us to flip through

embracing the reminiscence

in years to come.

As we walk

through the aisle

and my fingers

tied in between yours,

crafting many more vestiges,

fashioning voluminous

new days ahead,

using our own

blend and brew

and that’s how

our love grows

zealous and deeper.

fingers are dancing through the keys

accompanied by the melody of

You're my everything - Santa Esmeralda 

p.s.: two hundreds days, Alhamdulillah.

Solemn Covenant

Nikah is a union;
of two antithetic souls,
and two variant minds,
in the pursuit
of building
a hearty Home.

At times,
storm will frighten
with its barbarous sounds
and skies will tear up
with its downpour;
but the two souls
will keep knotting
as the two hearts
are intertwining
creating a single root
robust as the mountain.

The Home will
perpetually standing;
amidst the
ferocious storm,
and the two lovebirds
will keep tweeting
praising the Lord
of everything;
because the union
they are embarking,
is a sacred bond
epitomized as
the 'Solemn Covenant'

 [وَأَخَذْنَ مِنْكُمْ مِيثَاقًا غَلِيظًا]
'they have taken a solemn Covenant from you'

Sura An-Nisa', Ayah 21

No love between two souls is greater than what is between the spouses.
Ibn Kathīr (rahimahullaah)

Blended

the journey is galloping
towards a definite harbor
while our legs
keep engraving
on the taken passages
creating our memories
along the pathway
for us to cherish
in our old days
when my wrinkled hand
stroking your grey hairs
and together we smile
reminiscing
our laughs, tears and dramas,
blended in our
shared moments.

inside our Home
we decorate with
all the sketches,
we paint with
colours of rainbows
and we sprinkle
the fragrance of love
into the atmosphere
building our version
of Heaven
for us to dwell in
live in harmony.

Dear you,
let us keep threading
on this odyssey
for more
hundreds of days to come
for more
memories to be crafted
for more
dramas to be screen played
for more
laughs and smiles to be exploded
and tears to be wiped away.

writing through the classic melody of
Bee Gees - How Deep Is Your Love

the blend of laughs, tears and all

The Odyssey

 It is a God’s nature

To lay a finale for everything

As there is a destination to respite

After a lengthened voyage

Ensuing a gloomy winter season

Flowers appear decorating the atmosphere

Brings colour to the world

And fragrance to the air

These two legs

Have travelled far

Looking and hunting

Wondering here and there

Armed with a leap of faith

Beneath his rib cage

He keeps walking

Hoping the Almighty

To end the quest

And the elongated journey

Will be put to rest

Indeed,

God is all-Hearing

When He sets a Home

For him to rest

With a beautiful companion

To be a good company

For him to continue the Odyssey

As the journey has a new course

With a new purpose

Towards the path of Lord

Towards the path of Garden

Towards the eternity of love and pleasure.

The Odyssey - "A long series of wanderings or adventures, especially when filled with notable experiences, hardships"

..

P.S. Alhamdulillah, Thank you Allah. For guiding us to meet and greet. Thank you Allah, for everything about her, that completing everything about me. May we live a life full of blessings, Hamesha.

..

as the melody being played over our mind - Love Story : Andy Williams

1.7.17 - the new Journey begins

The Moment

The ocean breeze

That hovering through us

And the seabirds

As they spreading their wings over us

Creating melody and harmony

Clasping our minds with serenity

And the snowy clouds above us

Giving us a shelter from the sun-ray

Strange..

Seems like the whole world

Perceiving our presence.

It was a perfect moment

When the drizzles dropping

Afar from the heaven

And we were hoping

That time will standstill

Freezing from crafting

Another second

Or a minute.

The moment and place

Seems like

Cherishing our company

Quietness encircling our souls

As we walk through the garden

Welcome by the orchids and roses

With their fragrances and beauty

Whose aromas can’t dwindle away

Last notes..

Dear souls,

Sorrow and sadness

Don’t let them begrime us

Time and space

Let it fill us

For our memories

To be remembered

In the days to come.

.....

and let the piano keeps playing our melody.. Yiruma - The Moment

Meeting with a lady

People always said, appreciate what you have for one day, it will perish.

You know, what we have now in our possession are blessings given by Allah. If we were to take those blessings for granted and we fail to cherish them, we are basically degrading ourselves in the eyes of Allah.

Alhamdulillah, today Allah destined for me to meet two individuals. Perhaps in the eyes of people they are just a normal person living among many other extraordinary / well to-do people. When I get back home, I was wondering, why Allah directed me to meet those two individuals? And that leads me to write this entry.

Rubbish Collector

I was throwing rubbish at the dump area when I saw a middle aged lady collecting recycle stuff from the dustbin. She was sweating and looks tired. I handed her two glass bottles for recycling. That’s when we started conversing and from there I get to know more about her. From the recycle stuff, she can only make around RM10-RM30 per day. And from that money she needs to maintain herself, her only daughter age fifteen, to pay rent and etc. She was talking while tears dropping from her eyes. On top of that, she’s a divorcee for almost fifteen years and has no one except her little girl (oh btw she is Indonesian, so she doesn’t has any family in Malaysia). During weekend, she will bring her daughter to help her collecting recycle junks.

I felt so sad. So sad thinking that I am living in a comfortable life yet still whining over petty matters. That short meeting reminds me of being grateful over what I have now. At least I am working in a comfortable office, have money for my dinner tonight, and have family to support me in times of hardship.

67 year old Diabetic Patient

While walking back to home after Isyak, I passed by one uncle who was trembling and nearly falling down. I know him. Always saw him in the mosque praying on a chair. He asked me to hold him as he was having hypoglycemia (usually happens when your blood sugar (glucose) levels fall below the normal range). Luckily he has chocolate ready in his bag. From there we started talking and I get to know that he had an operation to remove part of his feet because of the diabetes. Though he is having difficulty in walking, that does not stopping him from praying at the mosque. ‘My son ask me to pray at home but I don’t know what to say to Allah if I don’t pray at the Mosque’ – This is what he told me.

Again, this uncle reminds me of being grateful. Be grateful over the blessings of health and young age. I was comparing myself with him. He is 67, diabetic patient (both of his feet are bandaged - I would say its look pretty bad), having difficulty in waking, yet he tries his best to keep his prayer at the mosque. What about me – who’s still youngand healthy? What about the rest of us?

That lady, she is no one. People don’t really know her. She works in dirty places. But I am sure, in the eyes of Allah, she is someone. She is known to the inhabitants of heaven – the angles. Same goes with that uncle, he is an old man with amputated toes, not living in luxurious life, yet in the eyes of Allah, he is VIP. Allah is watching and recording all the steps that he took towards the Mosque. And I am sure that, because of that, He raises this old man rank with other righteous servants, Insha-Allah.

Typing along with Yiruma’s melody –Scenery From My Window

the lady

Shall I not be a thankful slave ( أَفَلاَ أَكُونُ عَبْدًا شَكُورًا)?

Alhamdulillah.

All praises be to Allah alone.

I have been wanting to write a short entry on “being Grateful”. For me, one of the biggest if not greatest forms of worship is – to show our gratitude to Allah. For everything; for the foods on table that keep us full, the companions that always be with us, the job that secures our income,  the path that we are able to walk on our feet – I can go on but the list will not end. 

There are too many things to be thankful for. Simply being able to breathe in and out, peacefully, that’s already a great blessing.

I was riding my kapcai motorbike last week when the sky teared with rain. Then I saw an old man, pedaling on his shabby bicycle, with trashes (recycle tins and bottles) at the back. That sight really triggers my emotion. I was comparing myself with that old man – and it made me feel ashamed. How Allah has bestowed me with many things, and still my lust is never satisfied. How He always provide me and I took it all for granted. There must be reasons why Allah showed him to me. I should be more grateful to Allah.

In another instance, I was driving my car, when I saw an old lady stop from one car to another car, selling pocket tissues. Judging by her look, I would guess she is in her 60s. Seeing her reminds me of my own Ammi. :( It was so heart-breaking to see her carrying a bag and selling tissues in the middle of the road while I am sitting in the comfort of my air-conditioned car. Again, there must be reasons why Allah showed her to me. I should be more grateful to Allah.

You see, our lives should resolve around being gratefulness. We wake up in the morning, and we’re breathing fresh air – that’s already blessings given by Allah. We stand up and walk to the toilet – another blessings. We use water to clean ourselves – another blessing. And this is just like 10-15 minutes after we woke up from our sleep. Just imagine, the blessings that we are going to enjoy for the next 23 hours and 45 minutes?

Alhamdulillah. Alhamdulillah. We should always show our gratitude to Allah. But how? Read the Qur’an, do dhikir, pray solah, give charity, help the needy, be empathy – these are some acts that we can do to reflect our gratitude to Allah. Allah has given us many things yet we are not able to see and further to cherish it. We love to compare ourselves with those higher than us. Whereas the Prophet (ﷺ) has already advised us when he said:

"Look to one who is lower than you, and do not look to one who is above you. For indeed that is more worthy (so that you will) not belittle Allah's favors upon you."

When we see people lower than us, automatically, it will trigger us to be grateful for the favors that Allah has bestowed upon us and it will also lead us to be humble. When we are eating, remember Allah and be grateful to Allah. In one hadith narrated by Anas who relates from Rasulullah (ﷺ) that, Allah is pleased with that servant who eats one morsel (bite) or drinks one sip and gives thanks to Him. Just one bite and sip! Mashaallah! And how many bites do we eat for our breakfast? Have we ever count it? Lets try this for ournext meal – try to count how many bites do we eat and try to give thanks to Allah for it. Just imagine the rewards that will flow into our akhirah-account.

Last words, know that being grateful is the Sunnah of our Beloved Prophet (ﷺ). Know that when we give thanks to Allah, we are following the path of Rasulullah (ﷺ). Everyone must knows this hadith, but I will still quote it for the message is so deep - The Prophet (ﷺ) used to pray so much that his feet used to become edematous or swollen, and when he was asked as to why he prays so much, he would say, "Shall I not be a thankful slave (to Allah)?.

So, ask ourselves, "Shall I not be a thankful slave"?

As I was wiping my tears listening to Maher Zain - Thank you Allah :'( 

 

 Thank you, Allah..

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

But

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.