Lonesome Rides

بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمنِ الرَّحِيمِ

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I would often see myself as one of those lonely ones. Having being left here with a very small group of people, to walk about Dublin (and anywhere in Ireland), doing Medicine. There's only a few of us left (malaysians, that is) to venture into the clinical years, which usually lead us to random hospitals and places. all requiring us to travel alone; in the dark hours of the morning, making our way through the drenching almost-winter rain, all by ourselves. sobs.

It's kind of sad at times. Believe me, I have never been one to be doing things alone back home, before I came to Dublin. Bus rides around town? Nah, Abah won't even let me. He even made Kakak or Abe fetch me from the airport and drop me off to KMB (hehe. i love you guys for that). So, i grew up with this idea in my head that i am one of those dependent type. But alhamdulillah, the things i have to do now have somewhat changed me. Still dependent in some ways (ie tak cukup kasih sayang hehe) but pretty much awesome with everything else. *kofkof* Well, we all just have to be, don't we? :)

So this brings me back to my lonely bus rides. As of late, i have to travel for more than an hour everyday to go to the recent hospital that i am attached to. If i am unlucky enough and missed my buses, it'll drag on for another half an hour. 

I am one of the girls who you'd always see earphone lines coming out of their hijab, listening to whatever music that i am into, almost always lost in thoughts. But a few weeks back i decided to do things a little differently. Vowing to myself to not have any note of music on for all the rides, and even back home. So the choices left are ayatul Quran and talks.

I had a few converted-to-mp3 talks on my ipod, so i decided to download some more. Ones from a new speaker i am currently fond of (thanks to Abah and Lin for introducing him) - Bilal Assad. Which lead me to this awesome whirlwind of a ride. Cause listening to these talks, they can be funny or heart-moving or very serious at times. So at one time i think i might have looked so freakishly serious with all the creases on the forehead; and at one time i'd be smiling ever so broadly on my own, and another time it would be an "onion-burning-my-eyes" moments. Now these all looked worse when you are actually trying to stifle all the reactions. Covering my mouth while i am grinning, and looking up every so often to keep the tears in. pretty much the description of a 'weirdo in the bus'.

Alhamdulillah, i enjoyed it thoroughly. It's definitely a new experience for me, as i have never done this wholeheartedly before. The talks that I listened to? Well, in truth sometimes they are discussing things that we all already knew of, occasionally there are new things in them too. The things that moved me, are perhaps the things that have moved me before. Listening back to stories of Prophet Muhammad S.A.W, or the importance of Ramadhan, or the debate between Allah and Iblis upon creating Adam A.S; they are not things that we don't already know of. But somehow, they have touched the heart again, perhaps in the same spot, or perhaps even differently. So it goes to show how important it is for us to keep the reminders coming back to us again and again, even if it is for the hundredth time. 

Perhaps we wondered why those kids would always have their weekly seating (bulatan gumbira, usrah, halaqah)? What drives them to attend these boring meetings or talks? But I think we all knew the answer to that already, right? 

it's just because they are the food for our souls.

because for the constant sins that we commit everyday, little ones and big ones, with or without us realizing it; they should all be washed away with constant reminders of Allah, in remembrance of Allah.

Ibn Mas’ud said:

"…The slave continues to lie and a black spot grows in his heart until all his heart becomes black. Then he is written, in Allah's sight, among the liars." 

(Al-Albani)

So in the end I came to a realization that these lonely bus rides have always been a blessing in disguise. It took me a while to make me turn them into one, though (hampeh punya pasal). And there is nothing more I can say other than, Alhamdulillah; all praises go back to Allah. thank You for giving me the chance.

so here's to hoping you'll have your own takes of lonely awesome rides too peeps! 

and just another verse of the day to push us a lil' bit.

أَفَلَمۡ يَسِيرُواْ فِى ٱلۡأَرۡضِ فَتَكُونَ لَهُمۡ قُلُوبٌ۬ يَعۡقِلُونَ بِہَآ أَوۡ ءَاذَانٌ۬ يَسۡمَعُونَ بِہَا‌ۖ فَإِنَّہَا لَا تَعۡمَى ٱلۡأَبۡصَـٰرُ وَلَـٰكِن تَعۡمَى ٱلۡقُلُوبُ ٱلَّتِى فِى ٱلصُّدُورِ

"maka apakah mereka tidak berjalan di muka bumi, lalu mereka mempunyai hati yang dengan itu mereka dapat memahami atau mempunyai telinga yang dengan itu mereka dapat mendengar? Karena sesungguhnya bukanlah mata itu yang buta, tetapi yang buta, ialah hati yang di dalam dada."

[22:46]

Salam Jumaah.

Don't forget to recite Kahfi.

Life's Tsunamis

بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمنِ الرَّحِيمِ

"Kalau tak yakin Allah ada nak ajar something, 

Aku tak rasa aku mampu face benda (ujian) ni."

[if i don't have faith that Allah has bigger plans for me,

I don't think I can even face this (test)]

A dear friend of mine said this to me, once.

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We were attached to the Neurology team a few weeks back, Paediatrics Neurology that is. All in all, it was a totally awesome rotation I must say, seeing all the amazing weird things in the wards. But like always, the awesomeness in our part contradicts with whatever the patients and the families are facing. Cause when we are enjoying the mysteries behind the illnesses, they are the ones who have to face it all, living day in and day out with these mysterious and complicated illnesses. 

And what is more heart-wrenching is that diagnosing a child or little babies with diseases also meant that they will have a whole future of uncertainties in front of them. Albeit not having any myself just yet, but I know enough that the lives of our children are the ones that meant so much more than ours. When we would literally risk our life for the sake of our children. (Of course, we're putting aside all the mental ones out there who hit or even kill their children for God-knows-why.)

We had our last wardround that week; and started off at the imaging department. And the radiologist was describing a brain scan of a little baby, few months old. Basically he had subtle changes here and there, which also meant that he would have problems in each area of the brain that is affected; movements, sensations, cognition, memories; none will be spared. Finally we had our rounds and reached a bed with a very plump, cute, doll-like baby boy. And the consultant started explaining whatever that we have discussed earlier on, bits by bits. And i was watching the mother and how she was holding the baby the whole time. (Yes, i must say that this is one of those bad communication skills; breaking a bad news via ward rounds huhu)

The consultant went to explain the details of the whole brain scan, to try to make the mother understand that basically the brain is underdeveloped. The mom was holding the baby so tightly as he was sleeping in her arms, stroking his arms, clutching him tighter as the reality of the whole thing starts to sink in. We understood whatever the consultant was explaining to her, as she did simplified the whole thing as much as she could, but all the mother can ask at the end of it all was;

"So what would happen to him? Can you fix this?"

And the tears flow.

The rest of the team backed out and left the consultant alone to consult her with another doctor. I stood back with my teammates. So here is the reality. The interesting scan we found in the room back then meant  a whole different story for the one owning it. Their plans for the son's future destroyed in an instance. And they don't even know where to start. Allahu Allah. 

And these kinds of things pricked my conscience the most. Having to see people face this huge, huge test; but yet not being able to have faith in Allah the All-mighty. Not being able to say that; 

"it's okay, Allah is watching over us."

"It's okay, Allah has a bigger plan."

"It's okay, Allah will guide us."

It always amazes me; how can these people with no faith are able to face all these ordeals, way better than us (the Muslims)? It's rather apparent isn't it, when Muslims don't even have patience when they are queuing in lines at the airport, let alone in facing these kinds of tests. We'd see Muslims shrieking and shouting with agonies when something bad happened to them (exceptions to the whole killings in egypt etc) and yet we see the Japanese, who mostly don't have much faith in religion, calmly saying "it will be alright" despite having everything they have, washed away in the tsunami few years back (watch their documentary, you'd be amazed by their portrayal of sabr.)

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So i guess to be able to have that faith, that Allah is there for us, with any tests that He gave us, is definitely something we should be thankful for. But this only applies to those who believe. Only His believers will be calm enough to face whatever 'tsunami' that's coming our way, big or small. Only His believers would be able to feel that sense of tranquility deep down; despite the pain and the emotions and the stress that comes with it. Mind you, we are only mere humans. We'd cry, we'd be depressed; but believers would always have that strength in the end, knowing that Allah is there to guide us through it all.

The bigger the test, the stronger we need to believe that Allah knows better.

And that makes all the difference. So peeps, be strong! 

Allah is there. InsyaAllah.

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وَلَقَدۡ خَلَقۡنَا ٱلۡإِنسَـٰنَ وَنَعۡلَمُ مَا تُوَسۡوِسُ بِهِۦ نَفۡسُهُ ۥ‌ۖ وَنَحۡنُ أَقۡرَبُ إِلَيۡهِ مِنۡ حَبۡلِ ٱلۡوَرِيدِ

"Dan sesungguhnya Kami telah menciptakan manusia dan mengetahui apa yang dibisikkan oleh hatinya, dan Kami lebih dekat kepadanya daripada urat lehernya"

[50:16]

In Memories Of

بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمنِ الرَّحِيمِ

I first saw her name from the famous wedding pictures that she took. A few random friends and strangers sent me that picture through my facebook. I remembered reading her uptake about the wedding; listing things from the simple make up to the simple hantaran. I remembered thinking; "ah, female photographer is a good idea."

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This particular female photographer passed away on 16th of August 2013 at the mere age of 26. I knew about it from the newspaper, during the summer holidays back home. I am not her friend, nor am i related to her in any way. but up to this day, there was always something about her death that bugs me; that i can't even stop thinking of her up until today. Not that i miss her or anything, but the thoughts of her came to me more often than i wished for.

Because her sudden death, which i believe is a huge loss for those around her; has given us (or at least me) a lot to ponder on. I looked her up in the internet, the day after her death, and found that the last thing she did in her facebook was promoting this pictorial project, aiming to teach others the meaning of what we recite in our prayers. 

Perhaps if she was still living and breathing, we might have look at her project with an eye closed.

Perhaps if she was still living and breathing, we might have said "well it's a no biggie project, really."

Perhaps if she was still living and breathing, we might have been more awed with her wedding pictorials rather than the 'makna bacaan solat' pictorials.

But in the end, perhaps Allah wanted to teach us something through her, that any little reminder of Allah is nothing too little. Cause if we were to die, any deeds; no matter how insignificant or small they are, those deeds that we often take for granted are usually the ones that we wish we'd do more of.

"....hingga apabila datang kematian kepada seseorang dari mereka, dia berkata: “Ya Tuhanku kembalikanlah aku (ke dunia), agar aku berbuat amal yang saleh terhadap yang telah aku tinggalkan..."

[23:99-100]

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Her last facebook cover photo was about 'bacaan solat'.

Her last project was about 'bacaan solat'.

Her last post was about 'bacaan solat'.

All to remind us of Allah s.w.t.

Astaghfirullah.

I wonder what our last act would be?

May Allah grant us a beautiful end.

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Al-Fatihah to arwah Nadia Zahari.

May your last act remain as a constant reminder to me and everyone;

that no matter how simple it seems,

reminders of Allah are still reminders.

(do click on her name to go to her JomSolah project)

Wallahua'lam.

mind rant #19: Strength

بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمنِ الرَّحِيمِ

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it's been a while folks. though i do have something in mind to write about, i just thought of a more laid-back and very short entry tonight since it's already waaay past my bedtime (finishing some study-related work, being the geek i am).

anyway, last week i went to meet up with some friends for a housewarming party. meeting those familiar faces is definitely something i miss. there's really only a bunch of us left for our final year as a medical student, insyaAllah. in Dublin alone, we have three main universities; RCSI, UCD and TCD. there's about 10++ Malaysians for UCD and TCD and perhaps a bit more for those in RCSI (lucky them). but the chances of us meeting one another ever since our clinical year started is very limited, cause all of us are thrown away to different rotations and different places. Truthfully it's even hard to meet up with those who are in the same universities!

so the occasional gatherings are something that we try not to miss, really; otherwise we'd live a very lonely life here in Dublin. of course, there are those gatherings for Malaysian students in general by all those student organizations, but that's only occasionally and we'd always ended up lost in the huge crowds of juniors in their pre-clinical years (lots of those who are in a twinning programme), them not knowing us, and vice versa. Don't get me wrong, we all tried our best to get to know one another. :P

anyhow, back to the housewarming party, i felt a very different feeling seeing those familiar faces, Alhamdulillah. somehow everybody knows the struggles that each of us are having; the lonesome travels to random rotations, the crazy exams, the maze-like hospitals, the creepy Consultants. and it's cute enough that when we do meet up with one another, we'd be giving out tips; offering notes, borrowing books, giving directions to which bus to take etc.

and one word came to mind: 

Strength.

somehow we have become the strength to one another. pushing each other to all be doctors by the end of this very difficult journey. and my prayers is that we'd all ended up not just being good doctors, but awesome Muslim/Muslimah too. Aamiin ya Rabb.

so here's a little peek of us:

UCDs: 4th and final Meds together. some are missing though.

funny witty ladies. i love them to bits!
(RCSI, UCD, TCD)

random: this was last week's peripheral rotation in Kampung Wexford.
insyaAllah, perhaps my last peripheral rotation in Ireland (sobs)
ps: notice the very unhealthy diet for a medical student :)

now i cant leave the two anak-anak Zainols, can i?
i'm a lucky gal to have them with me every step of the way. :)

gah~ now that i'm looking at these pictures, i really can't believe that it's been 4 years since we set foot in Ireland *teary-eyed*. we have so much to be thankful for, Alhamdulillah. pray for me and friends here pretty please? That Allah will guide us all the way in our final stride. Aamiin wa InsyaAllah. :)

at times like this, it's best to remind ourselves with one of the best reminders of all right?
[one of my fave verses too of course]

فَبِأَىِّ ءَالَآءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ

"Maka ni’mat Tuhan kamu yang manakah yang kamu dustakan?"

[Ar-Rahman]

and of course, say Alhamdulillah;

just because we can. :)

assalamualaikum.

the Sad Ones

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Sesungguhnya orang-orang yang beriman itu hanyalah orang-orang yang percaya (beriman) kepada Allah dan Rasul-Nya, kemudian mereka tidak ragu-ragu dan mereka berjuang (berjihad) dengan harta dan jiwa mereka pada jalan Allah. mereka Itulah orang-orang yang benar. 

[49:15]

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when we read the news of all the chaotic things that are happening around the world, brothers and sisters in Syria, in Palestine, and in Egypt; the real jihad that's taking place; we'd always ended up having this surreal feeling. we'd be brought back to the ironies of the lives that we're having. most of us are still in the hari raya mood, some are having their wedding bliss in the Syawal month, some are still fighting with useless words on small stupid sentiments; and yet we're seeing bombs and shootings in the news; bodies and blood splattered everywhere.

but no matter how trashy we feel while reading all those news, no matter how much we realize the ironies that they are there living for the al-Haq, and we are here living amongst the Batil, we still have to carry on living these ironic lives. 

we still eat our cereal breakfast.

we still go to our workplace in the morning.

we still study for the upcoming exams we'll have.

we still sit, laugh, and make those jokes with our friends.

it's surreal. it feels wrong. 

but it's the life that Allah has chosen for them, as well as for us. 

it takes a while even for me to grasp this conclusion, that living our own lives 'normally' is not wrong, while our brothers and sisters are there with their jihad. it's not wrong to live this 'normal' life, if our thoughts and prayers and actions are with them along the way. but our lives will be surreal and it will be wrong; if we keep doing the sins we do, if we keep feigning ignorance for everything that's taking place; and not just those turmoils, but the ignorance of keeping ad-Deen in our lives, among our families, friends and the society.

but then again, come to think of it, even if our thoughts or prayers or actions are not with them, they have nothing to lose. because they have Allah with them, watching over them. and how can they not, when they spent their nights and days with zikr to Allah, when they step out of their house every single day with Syahid in their minds?

they cried among the dead but they're not the sad ones.

it's us. we're the sad ones;

who watches from afar, with just a 'normal' life to live.

Are we spending our day and night with zikr to Allah?

Do we step out of our house everyday expecting Death to invite us?

Are we offering our harta dan jiwa?

astaghfirullah. for all our sins.

astaghfirullah. for being forgetful.

astaghfirullah. kita memang menzalimi diri sendiri. 

teguran untuk diri. first and foremost. :(

may Allah Forgives.

أَحَسِبَ ٱلنَّاسُ أَن يُتۡرَكُوٓاْ أَن يَقُولُوٓاْ ءَامَنَّا وَهُمۡ لَا يُفۡتَنُونَ

وَلَقَدۡ فَتَنَّا ٱلَّذِينَ مِن قَبۡلِهِمۡ‌ۖ فَلَيَعۡلَمَنَّ ٱللَّهُ ٱلَّذِينَ صَدَقُواْ وَلَيَعۡلَمَنَّ ٱلۡكَـٰذِبِينَ 

Apakah manusia dibiarkan begitu saja mengatakan “kami telah beriman” sedang mereka tidak diuji lagi ? Dan sesungguhnya kami telah menguji orang-orang sebelum mereka, maka sesungguhnya Allah mengetahui orang-orang yang benar dan orang orang yang berdusta [dalam pengakuan imannya itu] 

[29:2-3]

Till Death Do Us Part

"Till death do us part"

..are words that are often uttered by many.

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It was on monday i think, when a very old atok was admitted to the ward i was assigned to. He was 96 years of age, and was accompanied by his 89-year-old devoted wife. When i was around the ward, i sort of caught a glimpse of his family on the first day he was there, i think it was his daughter and his grandson who came to visit him. But i remember mentally noting that it was a very awkward surrounding, almost stiff. Standing there, not talking nor making any contact with the atok, merely watching him.

We came to talk to the nenek accompanying him afterwards though, and she was a tough lady. At the age of 89, despite her very crooked back, she was able to walk on her own without any aid. Not to mention the fact that she doesn't have any history of diabetes, hypertension or any of the cocktail of diseases that everybody gets at old age. She shared with us her secrets too:

"Mari nok ghoyak ko mek. Dio sebab makaney loni banyok racun. Makey racun blako."

"Let me tell you the secret miss. It's all because the food now are poisonous! We all eat poison!"

Suffice to say we had a good laugh talking to her. But what strikes me most that day was when i caught the occasional glimpse of her, it's always her tending to her husband.  Massaging his calf. massaging his back. adjusting his mask. trying to listen to what the atok was asking of her. she was there for him the whole time. setia; yes, that's the word.

The atok was given an oxygen mask, and wasn't able to talk much either as he was rather breathless and had a very hoarse voice, so he couldn't call out to his wife much. Once, the nenek was preoccupied looking at the staffs running around the ward, and since the atok couldn't quite talk to her, he moved his hand and weakly tugged at the nenek's kain batik. it was beautiful and sad at the same time. Huhu.

2 days after, i came in the morning to see that atok had just passed away quietly. I saw that  nenek only cried a bit and was busy calling her children to come to the hospital. We were told that she was the only one staying with atok for the last two nights. She told us that he asked her to massage his back in his last moments too. He was lying still afterwards in which she didn't even realized up until when the nurses came to give atok his medications. Nenek uttered the same words again and again;

"Toksey sedih, tok lamo lagi ikut dio pulok."

"I don't want to be sad, i'd follow him soon enough"

The daughter came back again to pick her up. But it's not the best thing that we see; standing there watching her old mother doing all the cleaning up. It's the same stiff manner, not even bothering to help her mother or let her rest for a while, let alone comforting her. I can only wonder why, or what kind of environment they actually came from. and i can only pray that nenek will do just fine even without atok by her side, and that her children will be there for her, even if they lack the manner.

But what nenek said was comforting enough in the long run. While to many death is seen as the ultimate end, i believe we are the lucky ones to know that Death is only the start of our reality. and with doa and amal, we all hoped for that better life in the HereAfter, with all of our loved ones. So instead of saying "till death do us part", it's comforting to know that we say:

"Till we meet again in Jannah, insyaAllah."

Let's strive to be back Home together;
all of us, insyaAllah.

وَالَّذِينَ آمَنُوا وَاتَّبَعَتْهُمْ ذُرِّيَّتُهُم بِإِيمَانٍ أَلْحَقْنَا بِهِمْ ذُرِّيَّتَهُمْ 

وَمَا أَلَتْنَاهُم مِّنْ عَمَلِهِم مِّن شَيْءٍ كُلُّ امْرِئٍ بِمَا كَسَبَ رَهِينٌ

Dan orang-orang yang beriman, dan yang anak cucu mereka mengikuti mereka dalam keimanan, 

Kami hubungkan anak cucu mereka dengan mereka, 

dan Kami tiada mengurangi sedikitpun dari pahala amal mereka. 

Tiap-tiap manusia terikat dengan apa yang dikerjakannya.

[52:21]

Little Things in Life

it's been a while since i last write. time is somehow spent doing so many small things, that i felt somewhat wrong to stay writing in front of the computer when i need to pay back all the time i couldn't spend with my loved ones. (kakak has been home since i came back. along with the two Boolats; Airaa and the 'new' Aimi. Umar is yet to meet Aunty Chik. T_T

currently i am done with a week of doing my elective attachement with the local hospital.  i am with a few friends from UCD along with some other new friends from UIA, UNisZA and Moscow in the medical wards of HRPZ2 in Kota Bharu. it has been a rather interesting and fulfilling week, learning at the local hospital; re-learning the things i have forgotten, as well as learning new local stuff (leptospirosis and the lots) and not to mention all the mind-blowing words the Kelantanese have to offer to explain their symptoms. i had fun, and i am looking forward for the next 2 weeks insyaAllah. :)

and this 'fun' always comes with interesting moments. i guess i have to start sharing them little by little. :)

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I went with Suha to one patient who was resting, and his family was sitting down waiting by his bedside. we wanted to read his charts, so we smiled at them, asking for them not to mind us. then as we were absorbed with the charts, the patient's younger brother and mother sort of commented on our baju kurung. apparently the both of us were wearing a sort of similar type of baju kurung. 

the Mother was complimenting of how pretty they looked and she was saying that she rarely sees those beads sewn at the front of the baju kurung, and it's usually around the wrist part only. we were caught off-guard a bit by her compliments. the mother asked where did we get it done etc. we sincerely had no idea since we both have not been wearing much of baju kurung for years now and we wore old things that we could find. i think both me and Suha sort of felt a bit guilty for not being able to tell them more about those baju kurung that we wore, since they seemed genuinely interested to know where we got it done etc. heck, i don't even know who bought it for me.

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the next day, me and Suha went to KB mall and did a little bit of shopping. then we went to sit at the bench at the entrance while waiting for our dads. we chatted quite a bit when someone else came and sit beside me. then it was suha's turn to leave and i was plugging my earphones in to keep me company, when the 'kakak' beside me started our little conversation. she works as one of the cleaners for one of the shops and was waiting for the time to finish her work. 

we eventually chatted away about Ramadhan, as i asked her is she going back early to cook for buka puasa? she was musing about how ridiculous the prices of food at those bazaar ramadhan are. of how RM10 won't be enough to buy much in those bazaar, that it's better to buy fresh food to cook on your own, and that those cooked food will taste better and last longer, and of how her mother would always cook a small amount for every meal so not to waste anything, etc. after a while, she excused herself to do her work again. little did she knew how that conversation left a huge mark on my heart.

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when i told abah and mama about the baju kurung incident, i kept on remembering their faces when they complimented it. and it made me realize that i truly have never  ever sit down to appreciate these little things that i have. i am not saying that we all need to dig all our clothes in the closet and  start appreciating all the details in those clothes. but perhaps just remember that this is one of the nikmat that we often forget, to have clothes to wear, let alone pretty ones. i guess in light with the fashion trends that's been blooming lately, with all those flashy selendang, skirts and blouses; we kept on looking at people with flashier clothes and greater 'fashion sense', and forget those who we rarely meet, those who can only afford to look at them from a distance. the same goes for those bazaar ramadhan comments by the kakak; cause i think many of us would go to the bazaars not thinking of how much money we had in our pocket, but instead focusing on whatever we could get our hands on. sometimes i wondered, have we ever stopped to wonder what that old pakcik waiting for that little bit of sadaqah thinks of, when he sees the bags of food we brought home for breaking fast everyday, yet we never stopped to give him even a penny. may Allah Forgives us.

these little things in life,

we received too much of them, that we ended up forgetting them the most.

these little things in life,

they are little enough to us, that we forget how big they are to others.

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astaghfirullah.

praying that we all get more of these incidents to humble us down insyaAllah.

اُنْظُرُوْا إِلَى مَنْ هُوَ أَسْفَلَ مِنْكُمْ وَلاَ تَنْظُرُوْا إِلَى مَنْ هُوَ فَوْقَكُمْ

 فَإِنَّهُ أَجْدَرُ أَنْ لاَ تَزْدَرُوْا نِعْمَةَ اللهِ عَلَيْكُمْ. 

"Lihatlah kepada orang yang berada di bawahmu dan jangan melihat orang yang berada di atasmu, kerana yang demikian lebih patut, agar kalian tidak meremehkan nikmat Allah yang telah diberikan kepadamu"

[hadith sahih riwayat Bukhari & Muslim]

مَنْ أَصْبَحَ مِنْكُمْ آمِنًا فِيْ سِرْبِهِ، مُعَافًى فِيْ جَسَدِهِ، وَعِنْدَهُ قُوْتُ يَوْمِهِ، فَكَأَنَّمَا حِيْزَتْ لَهُ الدُّنْيَا بِحَذَافِيْرِهَا. 

"Siapa saja di antara kalian yang merasa aman di tempat tinggalnya, diberikan kesihatan pada badannya, dan ia memiliki makanan untuk harinya itu, maka seolah-olah ia telah memiliki dunia seluruhnya".

[hadith hasan riwayat at-Tirmidzi]