Purpose of Life II

My friends often asked me what is the real purpose of life? I felt funny a bit. How come they did not know? Sometimes I was a bit sad because they had lived a no-purpose life for 20 years. 20 years! I was so grateful to know early.

But, I thought people who asked me on that matter did not necessarily follow that they did not know about it, but sometimes they were confused about how to interpret what is in their mind into simple words. Maybe..

I just told them,

Oceans of Idea

I just happened to stumble across some great blogs. They are new to me even some are several years senior to me. Just take a look:

1) Merah Tinta MOS

2) Mahaguru58

3) Penarik Beca

4) Nuraina Samad

5) Pesanan

You know what, there are oceans of idea in this blogosphere. There you go, it’s getting somewhere even there’s a threat from government. I only hope that these ideas won’t fall into mere rhetoric. Hey, action speaks louder than talk, isn’t it?

The rot sets in when you talk longer than action. Now the fact is that khutbah gets longer than solah, right? Oh, don’t bother about people so-called pseudo-Liberal. You hate them, so do I. And I think it’s time to move on!

Hey, do read this short dialogue, I took it from Makan Nasik blog:

A 4-year-old son was eating an apple in the back seat of the car, when he asked, “Daddy, why is my apple turning brown?“

“Because,” his dad explained, “after you ate the skin off, the meat of the apple came into contact with the air, which caused it to oxidize, thus changing the molecular structure and turning it into a different color.”

There was a long silence. Then the boy asked, “Daddy, are you talking to me?”

You know what I mean. Yes, maybe we get some ideas but our style is too prosy and tedious and people don’t get what we understand.

p/s: My continuous chatter is nothing to do with blogs mentioned above.

Day-Dream

Time passed quick enough. I could still remember my mom often laughed at me for my cheekiness..

 

“Mak, saya nak jadi Gaban! Boleh tak, mak?”

 

Mom just laughed at me.

 

Yeah, it’s natural maybe.. When I saw someone heroic on TV, I wish I could be him. So powerfullaa.

 

“Anak mak nak jadi Suria Baja Hitam pulak ye? Yg mana sebenarnya ni?”

 

Sometimes I seemed to get confused who is stronger, whether Suria Baja Hitam or Gaban. I always imagined there would have some fights between them to make me clear who is better. But that’s not gonna happen. They lived in their own fantasy.. I couldn’t get them together in one story..

 

Yeah, they were just illusions n I quite admired them. What a silly act huh!

 

But it was childhood. Children never understand this. They just wanna be someone HEROIC, GORGEOUS n so on. That’s why they like to watch illusionary HEROES like Superman, Spiderman, Batman and even Keluangman..

 

But, parents seem to neglect it. Even though children never understand why n what is ROLE-MODEL, it is their nature: needing someone to be like..

 

If we taught them Superman is their idol, then they wanna fly away, it is not weird if we found out cases which involve children died in attempting to fly..
The same goes to Batman, Spiderman, Gaban, Suria Baja Hitam n so on.. They are just day-dreams!

 

So, there’s a big responsibility for parents to teach children to know who is their idol, their qudwah..

 

Yes, HERO of ALL TIMES, Muhammad SAW is the IDEAL PERSON who can fulfill one’s NATURE..

 

But how could our CHILDREN understand the way we teach them the person who does not exist on their own eyes?

 

Yes, parents should follow RASULULLAH’s path of life. So that they feel close to MUHAMMAD the PROPHET..

 

How’s that, PARENTS?

Time Constraint

Story 1

 

 

Recently, I got a call from my mom. Mom told me that, at kampong, there was a gossip about me. Many said that I was going to get married very soon. I definitely denied the rumour and I was still not ready yet to “memadukan” my mom. Hehe. But my mom eagerly asked me to find someone or else she would find it for me. Until now, I still didn’t answer that question due to its “difficulty”.

 

 

Story 2

 

 

Lately I couldn’t sleep well. I always faced a recurring nightmare. What is it all about? Gosh, I don’t know but it scares me a lot, as if I faced sakaratul maut. And I start to miss my in-the-far-distance roommate who always gives tazkirah about death early in the morning. I don’t know when he would come back. Oh Allah, please bless us in Islam.

 

 

Story 3

 

 

Minah’s story still shackles me. The gossip still keeps going on. I have no idea when it would be stopped. Or shall I stand before the crowd and declare there is nothing between me and Minah? When I came to class, there were always a variety of stories about me and Minah. I lost my concentration to kuliah. My results of previous tests proved that I needed myself back badly! Gosh, mulut tempayan boleh tutup, tapi tidak mulut manusia…

 

 

Story 4

 

 

My assignments flow in a steady stream even the semester is going to its end. I am under so much pressure. One of the assignments is as difficult as the Projek Sarjana Muda even I am still a second year student. It’s a challenge for me. But with a lot of other assignments, quizzes and tests, I don’t think that I can do the best but I will always try my best. Oh Allah, please give me Your Barakah in whatever I am doing!

 

 

Story 5

 

 

The final exam is around the corner and I still have a lot of things to cover. I found myself time-constrained a little bit. Three weeks left and I have to study five three-credit subjects. Once again, I am under pressure and need Barakah in whatever I am doing. I have to maintain three-CGPA this semester. Or else the situation is getting complicated in the left four semesters.

 

 

Story 6

 

 

Six days left for Mawlid. There is necessarily something hot about it. It does whip up the anger of people. Oh, please, enhance our salawat to Our Beloved Prophet Muhammad, than keeping tabdi’ing the Mawlid. You are with your own practices, and we are with ours. Keep welcoming the Mawlid walau karihal Wahhabiyyun.

 

 

Story 7

 

 

I always face people who want to argue me down but they always really don’t know about my subject of discussion. When I told the real subject or revealed the anomaly of their arguments, they said I was being provocative and they aroused the question of morality. What the heck is this all about? Don’t get my tempers flared. And don’t argue with this question: “Mana Hujah Kamu?”.

 

 

Story 8

 

 

My problem with Jemaah Kampus still mystifies me. Am I the one who is wrong? Oh, I won’t tell any further about this matter (sirr and hazar, hehe). But this thing is so confusing. I wish I could clear it very soon.

 

 

Story 9

 

 

This is the only entry I could publish in this constraint. May Allah help me encounter all the problems. May Allah bless my friend too who is in fatrah like me.