I was hesitated this morning. To go or not to go to the office. Yes. I have, sometimes, that kind of privilege. How nice. No, I am not a businesswoman. Well, eventually here I am. In the office. Sigh.
There wasn't any entry in February. It's the last day of March today and I am not going to let March passes by without any entry. There are many things happening indeed. First of all, was the hot and dry season which ended some time in the middle of March. My flower plants were struggling to survive. They made it, Alhamdulillah. Some barely. And then there was this hot and still on going stories, speculations, discussions and debates on the whereabouts of MH370 that went missing since the 8th of March 2014. I hope the passengers and crews are still alive somewhere. I hope that they will return safely. I believe that this whole thing is beyond electrical failure or engine malfunction or the like. I am in the same boat with those who think that this is conspiracy. And that one day it will reveal itself. Hopefully soon.
And also the sad news from Egypt where 529 Muslim Brotherhood members were sentenced to death in a very unfair trial. The time has come, where Allah will just let the thaghuts do whatever that they wish so that they will be caught red handed on the judgment day. As said in the holy Quran. As muslims, just don't stop praying and trying as much as we can. The world is coming to its end. Equip ourselves and be prepared.
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Mar 31, 2014
Jul 8, 2013
Dates from Palestine for Palestine
This coming Ramadhan, we are doing some non-profit making activity by selling Medjoul dates from Palestine. We are not getting any money out of it. We are just helping Aqsa Syarif to reach its potential buyers.
The dates are available in two sizes, medium and jumbo. The medium size is priced at RM32 per box and jumbo at RM35 per box. Each box contains 500g of dates. Medium size dates are about two third of the jumbo sized ones. At a glance, they look almost the same.
They are hot selling really. My husband was allocated two cartons to sell as part of his circle project to help our brothers and sisters in Palestine. But were are into the fifth carton already! Profits from the sale will go to Aqsa Syarif for their projects that will benefit the Palestinian people.
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| Jumbo size (left) and medium size (right) |
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| They are nice! A must try! |
Jun 27, 2013
When the sun shines ...
Coming out from the house this morning, I noticed the bright sunshine. After a hazy week, there was this sudden surge of relief and happiness that I could feel upon seeing the 'healthy' sun. Alhamdulillah. Indeed, this is the kind of feeling that I should have every morning. Very true. We will be reminded to better appreciate and be more thankful to everything that Allah has bestowed upon us when it was taken away from us. Astaghfirullahal'adzim.
Jun 2, 2013
Umrah journal: Summarising Makkah
7 March 2013
The remaining 9 days of our trip were spent in Makkah. Nada Deafah hotel where we stayed was just about 120 metres away from Masjidil Haram, making it possible for us to be there five times a day. But with the kids, we had to take turn of course. On one occasion, Angah was able to return to the hotel from the masjid alone! On one of the days, we were taken to visit Jabal Nur, Jabal Thur, Arafah, and Jabal Rahmah. The rest were spent on our own. On the way back from the masjid, we took time to drop by at the many shops within the vicinity of the hotel. I didn't spend much. Well, when you have taken the whole family for the umrah trip, you just don't have much left to spend :-)
Dragging the kids along, we spent as much time as we could at the masjid, performing as many prayers and tawafs whenever possible. In between, we took photos and strolled along the area around the masjid. Dust resulting from the demolition of the buildings around the masjid permeated the air, preventing us from lingering around the area.
Our utmost gratitude to Allah the almighty for accepting us as His guests. Seeing Kaabah for the first time, praying and supplicating right in front of it was an unforgettable experience. The feeling was indescribable. The feeling that you can't get anywhere else. We will definitely come back. That was what we asked during our last tawaf before leaving Makkah. May Allah grant our wish, Amin.
The remaining 9 days of our trip were spent in Makkah. Nada Deafah hotel where we stayed was just about 120 metres away from Masjidil Haram, making it possible for us to be there five times a day. But with the kids, we had to take turn of course. On one occasion, Angah was able to return to the hotel from the masjid alone! On one of the days, we were taken to visit Jabal Nur, Jabal Thur, Arafah, and Jabal Rahmah. The rest were spent on our own. On the way back from the masjid, we took time to drop by at the many shops within the vicinity of the hotel. I didn't spend much. Well, when you have taken the whole family for the umrah trip, you just don't have much left to spend :-)
Dragging the kids along, we spent as much time as we could at the masjid, performing as many prayers and tawafs whenever possible. In between, we took photos and strolled along the area around the masjid. Dust resulting from the demolition of the buildings around the masjid permeated the air, preventing us from lingering around the area.
Our utmost gratitude to Allah the almighty for accepting us as His guests. Seeing Kaabah for the first time, praying and supplicating right in front of it was an unforgettable experience. The feeling was indescribable. The feeling that you can't get anywhere else. We will definitely come back. That was what we asked during our last tawaf before leaving Makkah. May Allah grant our wish, Amin.
Umrah journal: From Madinah to Makkah
6 March 2013
Our stay in Madinah was shorthened by one day due to slight problem with the hotel arrangement. After spending two nights in Madinah, we visited the prophet SAW and spent few minutes at the raudhah on the third day morning. In the afternoon, we were ready to leave Madinah in ihram attire.
The journey from Madinah to Makkah took about 6 hours with a short stop at Bir Ali mosque for performing ihram. There wasn't much to see along the route. Only deserts and barren hills, giving us the chance to closely imagine and contemplate the journey that our beloved prophet and his loyal companion, Abu Bakr, went through during the their migration to Madinah. Achik slept during most of the journey, which was to my great relief.
Arriving at the Nada Deafah hotel in Makkah, we had our late dinner and then getting prepared for our first umrah. It was about midnight when we eventually entered Masjidil haram. Along and Angah were already exhausted from the long journey and were dragging their feet to complete their saie.
Our stay in Madinah was shorthened by one day due to slight problem with the hotel arrangement. After spending two nights in Madinah, we visited the prophet SAW and spent few minutes at the raudhah on the third day morning. In the afternoon, we were ready to leave Madinah in ihram attire.
The journey from Madinah to Makkah took about 6 hours with a short stop at Bir Ali mosque for performing ihram. There wasn't much to see along the route. Only deserts and barren hills, giving us the chance to closely imagine and contemplate the journey that our beloved prophet and his loyal companion, Abu Bakr, went through during the their migration to Madinah. Achik slept during most of the journey, which was to my great relief.
Arriving at the Nada Deafah hotel in Makkah, we had our late dinner and then getting prepared for our first umrah. It was about midnight when we eventually entered Masjidil haram. Along and Angah were already exhausted from the long journey and were dragging their feet to complete their saie.
Mar 20, 2013
Umrah journal: Visiting outer Madinah
5 March 2013
We first went to Masjid Quba', the first masjid built by our beloved prophet upon reaching Madinah. We performed tahiyatul masjid prayer and one other sunnah prayer there. We were not given much time as there were few more places to visit after that. From Masjid Quba', we went to Mount Uhud. It was very hot, dry and dusty, so we didn't linger there for the sake of the kids. The sun was shining so bright that we could hardly open our eyes. We took few photos, visited the martyrs graves and quickly went back to the bus.
On the way to the date orchard, we passed by the Qiblatain masjid. We didn't stop there. According to the mutawwif, the qiblah that is facing the Masjidil Aqsa has been demolished, leaving only the one that faces the Kaabah. We finally visited the date orchard and did some shopping there. Dates, chocolates and nuts. We got back to the hotel just in time for lunch. Lunch at the hotel was superb. At par with buffet lunches that you can find in most of the hotels here.
After Asr, we went around Masjid Nabawi to visit the Baqi' Cemetery and the Baqi' market. While waiting for the Maghrib prayer time, we sat on a spot right in front of the green dome of the masjid, retrospecting the sirah. The wind was blowing strongly. The kids were enjoying themselves. Achik was singing and dancing around. What a place to dance! Along and Angah were excited to see the giant umbrellas at the masjid being automatically closed during sunset. It was a wonderful moment that we are going to cherish forever. Already missing it =((
We first went to Masjid Quba', the first masjid built by our beloved prophet upon reaching Madinah. We performed tahiyatul masjid prayer and one other sunnah prayer there. We were not given much time as there were few more places to visit after that. From Masjid Quba', we went to Mount Uhud. It was very hot, dry and dusty, so we didn't linger there for the sake of the kids. The sun was shining so bright that we could hardly open our eyes. We took few photos, visited the martyrs graves and quickly went back to the bus.
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| With Mount Uhud at the background |
After Asr, we went around Masjid Nabawi to visit the Baqi' Cemetery and the Baqi' market. While waiting for the Maghrib prayer time, we sat on a spot right in front of the green dome of the masjid, retrospecting the sirah. The wind was blowing strongly. The kids were enjoying themselves. Achik was singing and dancing around. What a place to dance! Along and Angah were excited to see the giant umbrellas at the masjid being automatically closed during sunset. It was a wonderful moment that we are going to cherish forever. Already missing it =((
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| "It's the green dome, don't you see?" |
Jun 5, 2012
From Allah we came ...
... and to Him we shall return.
Last Sunday, we received a heartbreaking news on the demise of Allahyarhamah Siti Hasnah Hamzah who was killed in an accident, leaving behind two very small children and a beloved husband. I didn't know much about her, just that our kids are going to the same daycare centre. So, once in a while, we bumped into each other, exchanging short conversations or just smiles. Though from such short encounters, I can tell that she was the kind of mother every kid would want to have, and the dream wife of every husband. Kind and caring. But now, no more. My heart broke even more when thinking about her two little children, who hardly understand anything about losing their dear mother. Nazhan is turning into 4 years old this August and Husna is only 10 days older than Achik, and still fully breastfed like Achik. Oh Allah, Your tests are very tough sometimes, but You didn't give them except to those whom You know can endure them (Al Baqarah: 286). Indeed, Allah is Most Knowing. We pray that the husband, Mr. Naufal, and the children are given all the strength that they need to make it through. Amin. To Allahyarhamah Hasnah, may you rest in peace with your husband's blessing, Insya-Allah. Only this blog is left behind as memory. Al-faatihah.
Last Sunday, we received a heartbreaking news on the demise of Allahyarhamah Siti Hasnah Hamzah who was killed in an accident, leaving behind two very small children and a beloved husband. I didn't know much about her, just that our kids are going to the same daycare centre. So, once in a while, we bumped into each other, exchanging short conversations or just smiles. Though from such short encounters, I can tell that she was the kind of mother every kid would want to have, and the dream wife of every husband. Kind and caring. But now, no more. My heart broke even more when thinking about her two little children, who hardly understand anything about losing their dear mother. Nazhan is turning into 4 years old this August and Husna is only 10 days older than Achik, and still fully breastfed like Achik. Oh Allah, Your tests are very tough sometimes, but You didn't give them except to those whom You know can endure them (Al Baqarah: 286). Indeed, Allah is Most Knowing. We pray that the husband, Mr. Naufal, and the children are given all the strength that they need to make it through. Amin. To Allahyarhamah Hasnah, may you rest in peace with your husband's blessing, Insya-Allah. Only this blog is left behind as memory. Al-faatihah.
Oct 25, 2011
The price for being honest
Honesty is the best policy. The thought of going to be on board again this evening reminds me of what happened during our previous trip to Adelaide. During inspection at the airport, the custom officer took everything out from the luggage, including a container of rice that he evetually threw the content away :( Then, he asked about another container, containing Angah's formula powder inside. I was nervous, but at the same time prepared for any consequence. I started to imagine the trouble that we might face if we had to find a replacement as we had no idea what kind of formula was available in Australia, not to mention their halal status.
My nightmare came true when the officer told us that he had to throw that powder away too. We should have brought the one that was still sealed in its original packaging, he told us. Suddenly, I remembered about the small amount of the same formula powder in my backpack, meant to be mixed in the plane if needed. It somehow passed the inspection unnoticed. Then, I naively told the officer, "Well, in that case, maybe you would want to throw this away too.", taking the small canister from the backpack and showed it to him. *Ha ha.* How honest. When that small amount of powder could be the only resque if Angah really needed it later.
He then looked at me and then the canister and said, "Okay. You can keep it." Miracle happened! He closed back the container lid and let us have the formula powder, both in the container and canister. Alhamdulillah. Being honest really paid. In this case, immediately. So, never hesitate to be one :)
My nightmare came true when the officer told us that he had to throw that powder away too. We should have brought the one that was still sealed in its original packaging, he told us. Suddenly, I remembered about the small amount of the same formula powder in my backpack, meant to be mixed in the plane if needed. It somehow passed the inspection unnoticed. Then, I naively told the officer, "Well, in that case, maybe you would want to throw this away too.", taking the small canister from the backpack and showed it to him. *Ha ha.* How honest. When that small amount of powder could be the only resque if Angah really needed it later.
He then looked at me and then the canister and said, "Okay. You can keep it." Miracle happened! He closed back the container lid and let us have the formula powder, both in the container and canister. Alhamdulillah. Being honest really paid. In this case, immediately. So, never hesitate to be one :)
May 26, 2011
Have we asked enough?
Have you ever been in a situation where someone offered RM1k (talking about money lately huh?) to give but you only requested for RM100 and as a result, RM100 was what you got? Yes? No? Well, we have always been trying to strive to get the most of what we can get from other people, our bosses, our company - err ... the company where we work for I mean, not our own company :-). But have we striven enough to get the most of what Allah wants to give us?
A doa that I heard over my favourite radio channel recently, which is meant to be recited after a Dhuha prayer, made me contemplate about this and I confess that indeed I haven't asked enough (read: being arrogant, as if I am self-sufficient). Despite that, Allah has given so much to me (and I am sure to you too). Indeed He is the Most Merciful, the Most Compassionate. But we rarely appreciate His Mercifulness and Compassionateness, despite reciting basmalah every day.
A doa that I heard over my favourite radio channel recently, which is meant to be recited after a Dhuha prayer, made me contemplate about this and I confess that indeed I haven't asked enough (read: being arrogant, as if I am self-sufficient). Despite that, Allah has given so much to me (and I am sure to you too). Indeed He is the Most Merciful, the Most Compassionate. But we rarely appreciate His Mercifulness and Compassionateness, despite reciting basmalah every day.
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