Sunday, June 14, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
Since last night my young son has been unwell. When I got back from Work this evening I decided to take him to hospital despite my exhaustion.
There were many waiting; perhaps we will be delayed by more than an hour. I took my number and sat down in the waiting room. There were many faces, young and old, but all silent. Some brothers made use of the many booklets available in the waiting room.
Some of those waiting had their eyes closed, while others were looking around. Most were bored. Once in a while the long silence was broken by a nurse calling out a number. Happiness appears on the one whose turn it is, and he gets up quickly; then silence returns.
A young man grabbed my attention. He was reading a pocket-sized Qur`an continuously; not raising his head even once. At first I did not think much about him. However, after one hour of waiting my casual glances turned into a deep reflection about his lifestyle and how he utilizes his time. One hour of life wasted! Instead of making benefit of that hour, it was just a boring wait. Then the call for prayer was made. We went to prayer in the hospital's Masjid. I tried to pray close to the man who was reading the Qur'an earlier in the waiting room.
After the prayer I walked with him. I informed him of how impressed I was of him and how he tries to benefit from his time. He told me that most of our time is wasted without any benefit. These are days that go from our lives without being conscious of them or regretting their waste. He said that he started carrying the pocket-sized Qur`an around when a friend encouraged him to make full use of his time. He told me that in the time other people waste he gets to read much more of the Qur`an than he gets to read either at home or in the masjid.. Moreover, besides the reward of reading the Qur`an, this habit saves him from boredom and stress.
He added that he has now been waiting for one and a half hours. Then he asked, when will you find one and a half hours to read the Qur`an? I reflected; How much time do we waste? How many moments of our lives pass by, and yet we do not account for how they passed by? Indeed, how many months pass by and we do not read the Qur`an? I came to respect my companion, and I discovered that I am to stand for account and that time is not in my hand; so what am I waiting for?
My thoughts were interrupted by the nurse calling out my number; I went to the doctor. But I want to achieve something now. After I left the hospital I quickly went to the bookshop and bought a pocket-sized Qur`an. I decided to be mindful of how I spend the time.
Our Prophet (SAW) said; 'Whoever guides or directs to good, then he gets the same amount of blessing (reward) as the one who does it'
The Prophet (SAW) also said 'Pass on knowledge from me even if it is only one verse'
Posted by sharuddinRos at 5:59 PM
"Ini cucu saya ni, belajar pandai,dapat 9As dalam PMR" walaupun hanya 8 As sebenarnya.
dengan anak2 dan cucu2nya.Robiah Bai nama diberi, seorang wanita yang kuat dan tabah.
Gigih membesarkan anak2 beliau hingga berjaya semuanya dan menjadi orang yang baik2 alhamdulillah.Beliau menjagaku dari kecik dan antara orang yang paling rapat denganku. Masih aku ingat ketika berada di bangku tadika, beliau sentiasa menunggguku pulang.Dari jauh sudah kelihatan kelibat wanita tua menunggu di tepi jalan. "Along!, kenapa kotor sangat baju ni? sudah jom balik makan. Hari ni nenek masak sedap, kari along."
rendah, selalu dibawaku ke pasar. Ketika embun mula merebahkan diri, ketika ramai masih dibuai mimpi, nenekku sudah bangun memulakan kerjanya.sebelum subuh sudah bangun dia membuat kuih untuk dijual di pasar. Senang cerita memang sedap semua masakan nenekku ni. "Along jangan makan inti kelapa tu banyak sangat, nenek nak jual apa nanti?"
membuat kuih. Dari kecil sampai besar banyak sungguh telah aku lalui bersama beliau.Sudah masak sangat dengan kekecohan mulut nenek Robiah ni hehe. Antara
orang yang boleh tahan kritikan berbentuk nasihatnya adalah makcik aku, Anita. Macam buku bertemu ruas
aku juga tidak lari dari kritikan2 membina beliau,"Along belajar dulu jangan cari girlfriend, Along bila nak gunting rambut ni?, Kenapa cucu nenek ni
makin kurus, makin hitam?, Jangan bgaul dengan orang jahat2 along, dan the list goes on..suatu hari, nenekku terlantar sakit di hospital. Selalu juga aku dan keluarga pergi melawatnya, bibirnya yang sentiasa terukir dengan senyuman dan mulut yang
masih aktif membuatkan ramai orang gembira dan hilang niat untuk berdrama2 air mata di hospital
hidupnya susah dan bergantung pada orang lain.Makcikku antara orang yang paling rapat dan tiap2 hari pergi menjaga beliau. Tiba harinya aku pergi
melanjutkan pelajaran ke seberang lautan, jauh pergi meninggalkan keluarga, meninggalkan nenek yang masih sakit.Pergilah aku ke hospital buat kali terakhir untuk
berjumpa nenek, meminta restu, meminta berkat, halalkan makan minom, ampunkan silap salah. Duduk aku di sebelah katil dan nenekku baring tersenyum di sebelah."Cucu saya ni nak belajar ke America" sempat lagi dia cakap kat orang sebelah
je air mata ni bila aku dengar kata2 tersebut. Aku cium kedua2 pipi dan tangannya sebelom aku pergi,pergi jauh dari nenek.Menangis kenalan2 yang berada di situ dan suruh aku banyak bersabar. Kita ni nak belajar memang banyak dugaannya, da ini adalah terbesar bagi aku. Kini sudah dua bulan aku di America, semuanya baik2 saja. kadang2 kol rumah untuk melepas rindu sama keluarga. Pada 27.10 2008, pukul 4 pm di Indiana, Us, aku menerima satu panggilan telefon. "Along, nenek sudah takde". satu berita yang aku memang tak mahu terima sepanjang 4 tahon ak di US. Tetapi ajal maut di tangan tuhan, sedih memang sedih dan termenung juga aku malam tu teringat akan nenek yang paling aku sayang dalam hidop ni. Macam2 bermain dalam pikiran aku, "macam mana ni, apa nak buat, aku da tak dapat jumpa nenek minta ampun dan halalkan makan minom, ingin sangat aku cium kedua pipinya dan ucapkan terima kasih". Besar sangat pengorbanan nenekku, wanita tunggal mmbesarkan anak2 dan cucunya. Dan paling aku terkilan, tak dapat usung jenazah nenek ke liang lahat memandangkan aku sorang saje cucu lelaki
yang ada."Nenek, along mintak maaf banyak2 dan harap nenek berbahagia di samping orang beriman, along redha dengan kehendakNya Yang Maha Esa.Semoga aman di sana, amin.Sayangilah mereka yang menyayangi kita, Al-Fatihah nenek. :)
Posted by sharuddinRos at 3:28 PM
wow, finally got myself a blog! never tot i will have it because i dont see a point of having one. For me its one of thousand ways to express, share our feelings, info and everything. and honestly, i don't think guys should blogging because trust me, fishing and waiting for hours are way more interesting than this, and, come on, just say what we need to say directly and no need this kind of stuff to tell i like that, hate this...and xmo tipu2 pny, the main reason why i hate this kind of thing because i am no good in writing, and my English is rojak! haha after a couple lines will stop and think, hmm what should i write next, ahah ok! but have to translate everything plak, cancel lar then...but here i am, with my very own, first blog! Its summer and its boring, so decided to give a try and see what happen. My first blog guys, peace! :)
Thursday, June 11, 2009
This taken from my research paper, just wanna try to post smtg, and i know its
In an ancient Greek play, masks represent personalities. They use a different mask for each actor or actress in order to help others to understand the play. For example, a mask of a devil represents anger and a mask of an angel represents happiness. It tells us that there are people out there who are interested to show us and to share their opinion on human emotions or human personalities. I am very interested in learning more about this topic because, for me, it is very important to learn more about ourselves, and I believe it will help us to find our own identities. Human personality in general is best explained by complicated research and experiments because of the fact that different people have different personalities. I have done my research on this topic, and as I went deeper to gather the information, I have found something more interesting about our personalities. Believe it or not, everyone in this world has his or her own multiple personalities or, in other words, we can call them the sub personalities.
Posted by sharuddinRos at 11:02 PM