Exposed

Its Saturday. I woke up, slightly dazed. I stood up and went to the bathroom and took a shower. Put on my school clothes and went downstairs to continue my speech for the 'Cakap Petah' competition. I left the house around 7.20am, remembering that I had to arrive at school by 7.30am for the P1 Exams for 2010. So, I arrived school around 7.45am. Hehe... the S3's in my class where Abdul Rahman Aziz, Abdul Rahman Rahim, Sakinah Nawwarah, Syaira and Rufaidah. But Abdul Rahman Rahim was absent but we managed. The kids were cute but it took me some time to get used to tell them without helping them. It was ok.

At about 12 something, Cikgu Zulkifli called me and told me to go downstairs and meet him to ride the bus. 15min later, the S5's got down and we all crowded inside the bus, except for Cikgu himself. Arrived at Al=Maa'rif bout 1.20pm. Got in a room for all the contestants and had to right on notes bout what we were gonna talk about. When the competition started, I asked myself how I got myself into this mess. At one point, I even thought of running away. But I couldnt. So, I told myself to take it like a man. I dreaded the worst. I made friends with this one Al-Junied guy named Taharuddin. He was cool.

I was last to go so it was really scary. When I did do it, the 5min given seemed only like 2min. But hey, you cant fight time. I was shaking a bit cause I didnt get to finish my whole story. In the end, the winners of both group A and B were girls from Al-Maa'rif. Sis Hanisah and I got consolations but it was alright for me. Taharuddin also got consolations. After the ordeal, the S5's praised me even though I didnt win 1st or 2nd or 3rd. They all liked the part where I stated that smiling was akhlak and gave them a big smile. So it was all 'Baik ah, Abdullah!' or 'Senyum eh?' and such. Rode the same bus which brought us to Al-Maarif and about 15min later, I found myself back at an empty Irsyad. Did my Asar prayers (Oh, and I did my Zuhr at Al-Maa'rif) and left for home.

Thanks be to Allah for helping me overcome my fears and nervousness...

Wassalam...

Split Seconds

Changes in the timetable has been made. Lotsa drastic changes. So anyway, today we started with Nahu. Then, shortly afterwards, recess. I stayed upstairs to continue with my speech writing. Had Malay next and I enjoyed it a lot. We did a mock oral with each other. Then, Maths. Started on a new sub-topic... 'Solving Fractional Equations'. It was ok. Afterwards, Physics. I think I did ok on the test. I couldnt remember some facts. Just some. Again, recess resounded half an hour later. Studied Nahu upstairs. But instead of Zuhr prayers, the change in the timetable meant that we had to do an hour of study again before doing our prayers. Finally, English ended but not in a good manner. We toyed around with the recorders that we were using to record our English mock orals. That resulted in an earful by Ms Amnah. Sigh... Sorry, teacher.
Finally, Zuhr prayers. Then Quran and later Nahu and then after school, PT classes. So thats it with school. Oh, and I did my Asar prayers before leaving.
Whilst on my way back home, I was walking and I came across the usual junction near my house. Then, quick as a flash, two cars smashed into each other. Well, not exactly smashed. Car 1 was going straight whereas Car 2 was turning at the junction. Car 2 was a bit slow and Car 1 could not swerve out of the way. Car 1's left car light got... you know... into pieces and stuff. Glass littered the warm asphalt. Car 2 was hit on the left side of its rear end and was on its side. 6 men came over to help push Car 2 back into a straight position. Meanwhile, a woman contacted the police. I was like wow... Life is seriously fragile.
And thats when I thought... I must repent.
Wassalam...

Reluctance?

Sometimes I see my classmates. Brothers in Islam, they are. I love them as they would me. After all, we are all one Ummah... the Ummah of Rasulullah s.a.w... But alas, we are not perfect. We plead to you for forgiveness, O Great One! O Allah, the lowliest of your servant seeks your forgiveness for his sins and of his brothers and sisters!
The Quran, the very words from Allah s.w.t the Almighty, unchanged since the time of Rasulullah s.a.w himself. We should cherish it and praise it and also learn it. To those that dont understand Arabic, a tafsir is they for you. Alhamdulillah, Allah s.w.t has lead me into a madrasah to learn Arabic. Although, sometimes I find that my classmates dont really bother much about the Quran. One time, I was passing by my classmate and saw that he was memorising Surah Yassin. But he was also talking with a friend of his. I asked why he did not continue with his reading. He told me that he was lazy. Masha Allah... I gave him a small smile and left him. So you see, this is our nurturing leaders. As my Quran teacher, Ustd Alainaa said...

"During the end of the world, the words of the Quran reach only a Muslims' throat but not to the heart for the followers will see it as only reading material"

Sigh... O Allah, I plead to you to help my friends. For without them, who will lead the Ummah in the future? O the Concealer, conceal my weakness and theirs. O Bringer of Iman, place Iman in my heart and theirs. O Lord of the Universe, we pray only to you and no one else...

لا اله الا الله

Reflecting Ourselves

I dont understand my classmates. When showed videos of Palestine and Zionism and the Yahuds, they protest and say, 'How dare they?!!' and such. So, we help our brothers and sisters with our Aqidah and prayers. Unfortunately, just today, one action that they did that completely said otherwise of their true behaviour. It was during Fiqh class. Ustd Mahzan was absent so he assigned us worksheets to do. But instead of doing their work, Muzzamil took the broken broomstick and started poking Umar's butt again and again. Some people will know what this describes. Everyone laughed. Asyraf and Fadil took out their cellphones and recorded the whole thing. Fortunately, Muhammad agreed with me about the turning on the phones. He told them to turn it off and so, eventually, they did. Really, is this the behaviour or action of madrasah students? Or better yet, a Muslim? I bit back my tongue from releasing words of hurt and went back to my seat. I started on the translation worksheet. Infront of me, Akid and Danish were banging on the cupboards, making tunes. I tried my best to maintain my voice and said to them what I remembered from a previous Friday prayer khutbah...
"The two privileges that man neglect is health and free time..." Do your homework, I said. They answered with a nonchalant 'ok'. And so, back to the start of the story. If we cannot remain true to Allah s.w.t and His fair rule, how is it that you are able to be mad at the hypocrites when your actions speak otherwise?
Wassalam...

Deception

So... its 6:03am. I had just woken up and I was still sore and tired. With all my might, I stretched my hand to the other side of the desk to get me cellphone. Still lying down, I saw the time and thought, ok. I'll just lie down for a while. Thats when I saw myself doing my prayers. More than an hour later, I woke up. Hey, Im not praying. That was just a dream. Argh! Thats when I stormed out of my room and took my ablution and did my Subuh prayers, followed by Dhuha prayers. So you see, this is just an example of the work of the Devil. I was unlucky enough to succumb to their whispers. Oh Allah, forgive me...
So to all readers, learn from my experience and strive to be better... as will I.
Wassalam...

What's up?

Assalamualaikum wr. wb.

So ah, finally I'll be to start writing like normal again. Im sure we're all happy to know that, especially me. Anyway, what's up with my life? Well, just so you know, in my class, Taufiq and Helmi got elected to Student Leaders. Congrats! Though, some of my friends asked why I wasnt chosen. Humph, I dont care anyway. In fact, I like the fact that Im free and without responsibilty, for the moment. Umm, I got the highest mark for Faraid's mock test, Alhamdulillah. Ooh, and Im gonna represent Irsyad for the 'Cakap Peta Spontan something something Peraduan'. Something like that. I have to talk about 'Identiti Remaja Islam'. Wish me luck. Father's been a great help, giving me great tips and infos for the talk. To put some downside feeling, Luqman Hakim is really bugging me with his talk of "Ooooh, the world is a trap. Prison. Its miserable." And his annoying 'Remember what I said, Dollah.' Geez, lighten up. And he even said I want attention cause I never received love cause I have no siblings. Now thats somewhere close to the line. I do want attention but thats only because dont even give any attention to me.I know he doesnt care for other people's feelings but please, have some sensitivity in yourself. At that point, I practically left him. Sorry about it Luqman, but it really is true. Just returned from the Photography outing at Macritchie. Only 5 people came, including Mr Izzad. There was Luqman Nur, Mr Izzad, Halim and Shah, along with me. It was ok. Sigh... my heart feels heavy, I dunno why. Grief? Pain? Sorrow? Longing? I have no idea. I end with the sad note that my favourite anime, Toradora, has ended its season. Hope there's gonna be a second one... There's a picture of it below... Well, thats it.

Peace out!