YOU WILL DIE!!

 Amran walks along the streets enjoyingly while listening on rock songs. “Nooooo!!!” The loud sounds and view in front of him makes him stopped walking suddenly. He is frozen for a long time and his hearts beating faster. It was an incident of mom’s cat who was hit by a lorry. The incident happened in front of himself. “Blaaacckkk!! Don’t leave me!! Please get alive!! Pleaseeee!! I love you,” cried a boy around 11 years old. He patted and kissed the cat lovingly. Also wipe his tears sometimes. People around him gathered the accident place. Then, the two cute kitten went to their dead mother and called her a few times like calling their moms to get alive. The sad scenes tearing people around him. 

The tragic scene flashed in his mind clearly. “How is my death will be?” His mind can’t answer it. The killer questions flew away with the wind after his phone’s ringing Inconsolable song from Backstreet Boys. Jane, his baby appear on the screen. “Baby, Are you free tonight? Let’s hang out!” said her with softing voice. The soft voice that always makes him lose to Jane. “I’ll take you out in 15 minutes later”, said him with a kiss as a closed of their conversations. Simple and short. He came home almost 3 a.m. He went to the pub, danced and enjoyed his youth with glasses of wine. His night was like a paradise for him. He bumped his body on the sofa in the living room. Just a silence then. Then…..

He saw peoples gathering at a house. The house looked very familiar. Walk closely. Step in the house. The house are in a sad condition. Most of them are crying. Hugging each other and keep crying. He knows them very well. His relatives, family and his friends. Including his baby, Jane. No make up on her face. Just a swelled eyes with crying. His mother looked paled. Blurness. He is wondered what was happened actually. Try to grabbed his mom but it going through. Confused. He tried again and again. But, still no response. What am I? Am I a ghost? He shouted out loud as he can. Nobody responsed. Nobody noticed him. He’s an invisible. Invisible.

He is walking to a room that peoples gathered. Recitation of Surah Yassin getting louder as he stepped in the room. Smelled something weird like corpse odour. Inside it was a wood coffin. Walking one step at a time. Sweating on a palm and feeling nervous. It’s me! The corpse is me! Shocked. Stood still. I’m dead? No way! Impossible! He cried as much as he can. He woke up. Touched his body. Looking around. He is still in his house. Still on a sofa. In a darken night. “I’m alive. It was just a dream.” he sighed. A tear running down his cheek. A creepy scened flashed in his mind. An expensive and unexpected word abruptly come out from his mouth. Allah! He’s walking to the toilet and performed ablutions. Wipe his runny nose sometimes. Performing solah tahajud and solah Taubat. He sinked in the repentace to His creature. The Only and Truly One God, A L L A H. “Oh Allah, The Most Forgiveness.  Here I come. I return to you. I’m a sinner. I’m a dirty slave. Please forgive me. I’m careless. I’ve done wrong doings all this while. Please forgive me. Accept me, Oh Allah! Please take my soul in husnul khotimah. I’m begging you. Thanks for reminding me……” Only him and Allah. Just two of them. Seek and beg for Allah’s forgiveness. Taubatan Nasuha. After an hour, he died on the right time. In husnul khotimah. Allah accepted his repents. He answered Amran's begging.

 

D E A T H

IT HAPPEN ANYWHERE, ANYTIME but ON TIME.

YOUR LIFE IS MIRROR OF YOUR DEATH.

WHETHER IN HUSNUL KHOTIMAH or SUUL KHOTIMAH.

 

ALLAH SWT SAYS:

كُلُّ نَفۡسٍ۬ ذَآٮِٕقَةُ ٱلۡمَوۡتِ‌ۗ وَإِنَّمَا تُوَفَّوۡنَ أُجُورَڪُمۡ يَوۡمَ ٱلۡقِيَـٰمَةِ‌ۖ فَمَن زُحۡزِحَ عَنِ ٱلنَّارِ وَأُدۡخِلَ ٱلۡجَنَّةَ فَقَدۡ فَازَ‌ۗ وَمَا ٱلۡحَيَوٰةُ ٱلدُّنۡيَآ إِلَّا مَتَـٰعُ ٱلۡغُرُورِ (١٨٥)

Every soul will taste of death. And ye will be paid on the Day of Resurrection only that which ye have fairly earned. Whoso is removed from the Fire and is made to enter paradise, he indeed is triumphant. The life of this world is but comfort of illusion.
Surah Ali- Imran : (185)

 

 

 

 

HEAVEN'S CHILDRENS

It was a long time, perhaps  months I didn’t write. 

Alhamdulillah, I have some time to write about  my new carrier. I just have received my  STPM’s  results last month. It was perfect ok. Though, it doesn’t  so  perfect  as I want.  So, I am planning to further my study  in Degree of Education, my 1^st choice.  I’d like to be a lecturer  or teacher.  Allah is The Greatest,  I have a long rest enough and lastly, I  just received to teach in a Private Islamic Secondary School  nearby my house on last March.  I have to replace a pregnant  teacher  and it was my first time being a teacher. I’m a homeroom of  Year  1 and  teaching  Arabic Languange.  They  were  so adorable, funny  and notty toddlers. The girls are no problems to me but the boys  are. Every time I went in the class, I’ll take a deep breath and the hurricane get started. I’ll shouting out loud at them. And there were so many cute sounds like “Tc, Ali punch me”. “Tc, Muaz  pour  the water on the floor” “Tc, he hit me”  “Tc, Saiful is crying” “Tc, he take my book”…………. It never ends until the bell ring. When I focused on some children, the other  argued.  There are some tips I used if the class in out of control. 1^st, those who keep the mouth shut, I’ll let him recess early.  2^nd, Ok, class. It’s play time! “FREEEEEEZE”  This is their  favourite  game. (The children won’t move) “ . 3^rd  , Class, put your  hands  up, down, massage your  friends. It was a quickly silent then.  Just  heard  sounds of  fans.  It was a big thirsty. I’ll searched  some water  then.  Like Somalian who didn’t drink  some water  for days. Teaching them was a big and sweet experiences to me. It  taught  me on how to handle the children wisely and use psychological closely. Don’t be so soft and so rough at them. For a certain condition, it has to do so.

 

I went in the smartest year 1 class among 3. When I was teaching  Arabic Language, I came to a boy desk  and saw he was doing another subject and asked. “Asyraf, have you done my homework?”  "Yes", he nodded. “It isn’t Math right now" , I said.  He suprised me! He was doing multiplication operation, Year 2 book. Not believed him, I tested him with a few multiply questions and he passed. “ I love Math. When I was 6 years old, my brother  taught me Year 1, Math”, he grinned.. “He’ll do Math in every classes. Though it wasn’t Math class, teacher.” his friend said. So  possible. Math  Addiction. Haha

Here they are.. my beloved students..

New resolutions??

Salam alaik. 

Hi! I’m back. It has been almost a month,  I have left my school and now I’m being an xstudent high school.  Actually, I took Form 6, STPM. It was the last chance for me to futher my studying in university. I hope so.  Amin.  Insya-allah.

 You have new resolutions, right? Have you list them?  Not just list, but stick it on everywhere you can see it regularly such as on your desk or  in front of your room door . So that, you will not forget  to achieve with all of your effort.  I have a long list of them.  

 Here there are ………………………..

1.        I want to be Allah’s excellent  servant on this world to reach His Jannah.

                         

2.        I also want to be a good daughter to my parents. They’re my everything.

                                 

3.       I want to enter university to continue my studying in education  course. InsyaAllah.

4.       I want to grab car n motorcycle licenses. So that, I could bring my sis and mom go shopping. Haha

5.       Want to be a tourist in my dream countries. Such as, Korea, Indonesia, China and others.

                                       korea?? 

6.        In my long rest to wait my results out, I wish I want to work. To make my new experiences.

7.       If I have a lot of money, I want to treat my friends, siblings and my beloved persons.

8.       I also want to learn new things, new knowledge on Allah’s earth.

These are part of my resolutions this year. I hope those will be a reality. How about you? Hmm.. suddenly, my mouth say these words.

“Allahumma, please keep me tight in your truth religion and rahmat. Don’t let me go astray from You. Stay me away from the bad things and make me closer to You. I need You in my life. Amin, Ya Rabbi.”

                  

                           salam alaik.