life

sekarang keje cuti keje cuti...

banyaknye cuti,bosan2..

AL ade 10hari lagi...

simpan jelah sampai hujung taon...

cuti cuti cuti,,mmg best keje macam nih.

hahahahahaha

dah ade ct munirah <3

camane nak describe die ea??kecik comel cute

muncul kembali

beginning of my new life(^_^)

Actually now I got a new life.haha
Da keje r skrg ni....trase bahagie hidup.
Dgn keberkatan bulan ramadhan ni..
Lame da xon9,ni pon on9 kat pda je...
Okeh2,
Xnak abihkan mase g,wish n ak nk blah g tido...
Hahaha bln pose ni klu xkeje pasti tido..
Ishk3 makruh ni....
"Selamat berpuasa"

wowowo
tomorrow holiday
labour day
going back to my home or go to my aunt's home?
huhuhuhu
which are better?hahahaha
same lar kot...
and maybe see my parent is more.
so wat should i do?

or maybe just stay at college...
hmmm

dilemma
wakakakaka

owh my follower,please put some cmmnt.
why u just read and do nothing?
hehehehe
give me some respond.

my new looking,hahaha
just cut my hair.

so yesterday I'm just go for karaoke wif my Fren..
before we all going back to our hometown...

okey tata
see u next time my dear.

owh
best2
after settle all the mid sem exam...
and for the last paper,mechanical principle..
i think it suck...
coz i can't answer the pass question
huhuhuhu
im feel not well r.
so maybe i shoul go to clinic for medical checkup..
please2
some idea to create a good blog...
give me something...
wakakakakaka

I think la, nothing best for today coz this week I don’t have any class.

huhuhuhu

Best2, for this study week. So tomorrow I have an exam.

Didn’t prepare for the exam.

This morning write something in my blog.

Go to mak cik’s house for breakfast.

Just take a 2 nasi lemak.

Wakakaka

Fat increase in my body.

After that,take some sleep coz juz sleepin’ for 3 hours yesterday.

Okey, see ya’

there is pic for some trip to PD.

hahahaha

Stranger In The Dark
www.iLuvislam.com
Muslim Brother*
pOsted by : suhana_nur
editOr : mawaryangtinggi

A few months before I was born, my dad met a stranger who was new to our small town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer, and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around to welcome me into the world a few months later.

As I grew up, I never questioned his place in our family. In my young mind, each member had a special niche. My brother, Bilal, five years my senior, was my example. Fatimah, my younger sister, gave me an opportunity to play big brother’ and develop the art of teasing. My parents were complementary instructors - Mom taught me to love the word of Allah, and Dad taught me to obey it. But the stranger was our storyteller. He could weave the most fascinating tales. Adventures, mysteries, and comedies were daily conversations. He could hold our whole family spell-bound for hours each evening.

If I wanted to know about politics, history, or science, he knew it. He knew about the past, understood the present, and seemingly could predict the future. The pictures he could draw were so life like that I would often laugh or cry as I watched. He was like a friend to the whole family. He took Dad, Bilal, and me to our first major league baseball game.

He was always encouraging us to see the movies and he even made arrangements to introduce us to several movie stars. The stranger was an incessant talker. Dad didn’t seem to mind but sometimes Mom would quietly get up while the rest of us were enthralled with one of his stories of faraway places, go to her room, and read her Qur’an and pray. I wonder now if she ever prayed that the stranger would leave.

You see, my dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions. But this stranger never felt an obligation to honor them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our house - not for some of us, from our friends, or adults. Our longtime visitor, however, used occasional four letter words that turned my ears and made Dad squirm.

To my knowledge, the stranger was never confronted. My dad was a teetotaler who didn’t permit alcohol in his home, as good Muslims should. But the stranger felt like we needed exposure and enlightened us to other ways of life. He offered us beer and other alcoholic beverages often. He made cigarettes look tasty, cigars manly, and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (probably too much, too freely) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing.

I know now that the stranger influenced my early concepts of the man-woman relationship. As I look back, I believe it was the grace of Allah that the stranger did not influence us more. Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents. Yet, he was seldom rebuked and never asked to leave. More than thirty years have passed since the stranger moved in with the young family on Wangee Road.

He is not nearly so intriguing to my Dad as he was in those early years. But if I were to walk into my parents’ den today, you would still see him sitting over in a corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures… His name you ask? We called him TV.