YANG KURIK ITU

Bismillah hir-Rahman nir-Rahim,

Assalamualaikum,

Allahumma Solli A'la Saiyidna Muhamad, Waa'la aa'li Saiyidna Muhammad.

Sahabat-sahabat yang dikasihi, yang sentiasa dihati, yang sentiasa mempercayai keajaiban, yang mencintai kebenaran, yang mencari erti kehidupan sebenar.

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Most bloggers that I follow have educations. It means that we possess 3M = membaca, menulis, mengira. And most of them are Muslims. Or admit that Islam is their religion. Thus, my dear bloggers, friends and foes:

Tinggalkan lah akhlak yang tidak baik itu diluar, senyap-senyap menjadi rahsia antara kau dan Tuhan kita. Janganlah dipamerkan di dalam blog, mahupun antara kelakuan seharian. Ya, kalau benar kita ini akhlak nya tidak baik, mengapa pula mahu dicanang-canang di dalam blog? Dan kalau benar akhlak kita ini jelek, why, instead of correcting and improving it, we announce and cultivate it?

Sedangkan hari-hari kita berdoa bahawa keaiban, kejelekan, keburukan dan kejahatan kita diampuni, didiami, dan dirahsiai oleh Sang Maha Pengasih itu. Seperti doa Sufyan bin 'Uyainah: Ya Allah, tutuplah (keaiban, keburukan) kami dengan tirai-Mu yang Maha Indah.

Indah bukan?

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Sudah berkali-kali Bonda, Abah dan guru-guru saya menegaskan betapa akhlak yang baik adalah termasuk menggunakan perkataan dan bahasa-bahasa yang indah.

"Yang kurik itu kendi, yang merah itu saga, yang baik itu budi, yang indah itu bahasa".

Maka, sahabat-sahabatku yang dikasihi, mengapa harus menulis menggunakan bahasa dan perkataan yang haru-biru, mengharu-birukan hati para pembaca? Dengan 'short-form', "misspelling", urgh, it makes my bloods boiling.

'ak'

'redi'

'biar betik!'

You get the ideas. Dan pabila membaca blogs yang mempunyai bahasa yang indah, waduh, hati saya terbang ke langit biru, terasa kasih walaupun tidak pernah bertemu, aneh bukan?

Selari dengan usia yang makin bertambah, dan maut semakin menghampir, let us be better, each day, and every day. Please pray for me, and for us here too.

“Tidakkah kamu memperhatikan bagaimana Allah telah membuat perumpamaan kalimat yang baik seperti pohon yang baik, akarnya kuat dan cabangnya (menjulang) ke langit, (pohon) itu menghasilkan buahnya pada setiap waktu dengan seizing Tuhannya. Dan Allah membuat perumpamaan itu untuk manusia agar mereka selalu ingat. Dan perumpamaan kalimat yang buruk seperti pohon yang buruk, yang telah dicabut akar-akarnya dari permukaan bumi; tidak dapat tetap (tegak) sedikit pun,” Ibrahim: 24-26

SATIRIZE AND PITY

Bismillah hir-Rahman nir-Rahim,

Assalamualaikum,

Allahumma Solli A'la Saiyidna Muhamad, Waa'la aa'li Saiyidna Muhammad.

Sahabat-sahabat yang dikasihi, yang sentiasa dihati, yang sentiasa mempercayai keajaiban, yang mencintai kebenaran, yang mencari erti kehidupan sebenar.

Sunday morning, it is still foggy, and I want to go home.

I'm really selected in my reading, be it in the story books, in the newspapers, in blogs, in tumblr, in facebook. I won't read things that will hurt my soul. Yes. Hurt. Remember, words are much more powerful than swords.

I suppose there is a pleasure in satirizing a failure. But is it worth while, dear friends?

Satirize the wickedness if you must, but pity the weaknesses. It's better to heal than hurt, my pens, your pens, our pens, shall heal, not hurt.

Have mercy on our fellow creatures. Have mercy on your soul.

PENCINTA KEBAIKAN

Salams,

Salam Pencinta Kebaikan, semoga kebaikan dari Tuhan itu sentiasa datang menghampirimu, memelukmu, dan melindungimu dari segala kejahatan.

The snow has long gone even before the afternoon decides to show itself with the grey, somber heart. Today is the perfect example of winter day, grumpy and foggy, minus the snows. I love to see the snowflakes before I'm gone, to see the white world with the cheerful sky, to meet the cheeky snowflakes with the hearty heart, and to play the snowballs for the last time with the lighter soul.

Owh how I miss thee!

We have another 8 days at most to meet March. I dread the meeting, but unless I die first, I have to be prepared to meet the cruel month. Nevertheless, if the spring is early, March will be the most anticipated time, the beginning of the never ending happiness. To meet so many new friends, owh what a delicious life.

The Dream Kingdom is calling for me, thus, before I take a bow, ladies and gentlemen, here I present one of the most touching scenes in Harry Potter film series. Enjoy it.

*I'm still crossed at the cross-referencing though, owh you, you!*

SNOWS

Salams,

SubhanAllah, it was just yesterday that I wrote about snows.

And now we have snows, fall during one of the most holy times, which is at Subuh.

It falls gracefully, dancing beautifully, bringing all the joys to us on the Earth.

Ia seperti cinta yang turun dari langit, memberi khabar gembira kepada mereka-mereka yang bersabar, yang sentiasa membuat kebaikan, yang punya hati yang penuh dengan kasih sayang.

THE LAST ENTRY

*The last entry about shampoo*

My hairs do not react rebelliously when I apply it generously, and I am grateful that they like the shampoo and conditioner too, even though I pick the shampoo and conditioner based on its colours. I know hairs need so many mineral etc etc etc to grow healthily, but hey, colour is important too. Imagine that you use blueberry shampoo and conditioner and your hairs smell good enough to be eaten. Rest assure that it won't turn your hair colour into blue, InsyaAllah. I don't have this kind of feelings when I use any shampoo and conditioner back in Malaysia, and my short-term goal is to try every single fruity shampoo available. Such a nice feeling, no?

Heck, what did I ramble about?

Well, I like my shampoos, and I feel that it's unfortunate if you don't like yours, because what makes life beautiful is the small, little things.

Night then, I'm off to the dreamland. Come with me, if you may.

THE LEFT ROAD

*the left road*

This is the continuity of the previous entry:

While listening to the song "Where is the Love?", I'm doing my cross-referencing. This task is killing me, but I've vowed that I will never kill myself. Hey, I'm not suicidal, and don't you ever dare to even think about suicide too, ok.

This entry is still about my shampoo. I'm aiming to buy the Green Apple next time when I make my shopping trip. Walking down to Durham City will only take 20 minutes, if I used the left road, but it will take 22 minutes if I used the right way. I normally used the left road, because I think secretly that it is more beautiful than the other way (please don't let the right road know about this, it will hurt its feeling tremendously). I will meet the cemetery and greet the old, cheery house. It has the unused logs, which creates a romantic condition. I always have the urge to stop and talk to the house, don't tell me that house couldn't love you, it could, it can, but it all depends on your arrogance. If you are too proud to even love it, don't expect it to love you back.

Owh, about my shampoo, even though I hate green colour, I always feel guilty for hating it because I know it's Rasulullah saw's favourite colour. The colour of the Green Apple shampoo and conditioner is not attractive enough, but I will just buy it, just because. Because I love rainbows, perhaps I just buy the different colours of shampoo and parade it in my shower room. Owh, it will be so beautiful!

Shower time will be so deliciously enjoyable then.

*cross-referencing, I wish to hang you*

DELIMA

Bismillah hir-Rahman nir-Rahim,

Assalamualaikum,

Allahumma Solli A'la Saiyidna Muhamad, Waa'la aa'li Saiyidna Muhamad.

I buy shampoo that is based on the fruits. Once I bought Alberto Balsam Pomegranate. I didn't think that I like it at that time. I switch to Blueberry and Raspberry. It looks delicious enough to be eaten; one is blue and another is pink. I pity the fruits, and the labour, if I were the one who does the fruit-extract, I will be torn between eating it or torturing it to death.

I like the Blueberry one. Hence that's why I rename this blog as Blueberry. And I bought lots of blueberries last week due to its cheaper price. I like strawberries better, but I thought I should give blueberries a chance, you know, just because. But careless me, I forgot to buy the Blueberry conditioner! Therefore I have to finish the Raspberry shampoo and conditioner. Urgh.

It's not that nice. And I start to reminisce about the Pomegranate ones. I love the fruit too. It's soooo beautiful. But I don't really like 'delima' a.k.a Ruby gem. It's too red for my liking. I like reading about them in the children storybook though. It's nice to fantasize about the princess that ditches the royal life and lives with dragons instead, but still know how to dress up during certain occasions. Decorate herself with jewelry.

Owh no, rest assure, I never want to be a princess.