Wednesday, May 05, 2010
Monday, May 03, 2010
Tuhan ciptakan 100 bahagian kasih sayang. 99 disimpan disisinya dan hanya 1 bahagian diturunkan ke dunia. Dengan kasih sayang yang satu bahagian itulah, makhluk saling berkasih sayang sehingga kuda mengangkat kakinya kerana takut anaknya terpijak.
Satu-satunya cara agar kita memperolehi kasih sayang, ialah jangan menuntut agar kita dicintai, tetapi mulailah memberi kasih sayang kepada orang lain tanpa mengharapkan balasan.
Perasaan cinta itu dimulai dari mata, sedangkan rasa suka dimulai dari telinga. Jadi jika kamu mahu berhenti menyukai seseorang, cukup dengan menutup telinga. Tapi apabila kamu Coba menutup matamu dari orang yang kamu cintai, cinta itu berubah menjadi titisan air mata dan terus tinggal dihatimu dalam jarak waktu yang cukup lama.
Kredit To: Kumpulan Cerpen Islami
Namun, kesedihan ini berakhir dengan kehadiran Novel Baru (CINTA SUFI) iaitu perungkai kepada kisah ini. Ramlee Awang Murshid telah membangkitkan kembali watak Sunan dalam Cinta Sufi ini (Thanks RAM!!)
kepada peminat setia Novel-novel karya RAM ini, mari kita ikuti serba sedikit Sinopsis bagi CINTA SUFI... enjoy this... :-)
Catalina merupakan seorang balu bangsawan Portugis yang kematian suami, belayar ke Tanah Melayu atas saranan Maryam – satu jelmaan berjubah dan berhijab putih yang ditemui apabila Catalina pengsan sahaja. Maryam berjanji akan membongkar satu rahsia besar tetapi pertemuannya mestilah di Hulu Melaka dan Catalina kena mencari seorang lelaki bertanduk dua untuk mengiringi perjalanannya ke Hulu Melaka. Ketika sampai ke Melaka, Portugis sedang menggempur Melaka dan Melaka dapat ditawan. Masa inilah Catalina menemui Saifudin yang pengsan di pantai Punggor. Lalu Laksamana Sunan itu dijadikan hamba sahaya kepada Catalina. Perjalanan ke Hulu menghadapi bermacam rintangan termasuk huru-hara yang dicetuskan Pangeran Garitno (jelmaan Taghut) dan Puteri Kober Gandring yang hampir putus nyawa dikerjakan Saifudin dalam Hijab Sang Pencinta. Anak keponakan Taming Sari hulubalang terbilang Majapahit itu dibangkitkan semula dalam jelmaan pontianak.
Saifudin pula kehilangan kudrat kerana mengalami proses transformasi dari abad ke 21 yang telah memecahkan sel-sel dalaman. Luna pula muncul menagih kasih kepada Saifudin iaitu bangsa manusia pertama yang berjaya menambat hatinya. Begitu juga dengan Catalina yang lama-kelamaan menyenangi Saifudin kerana akhlak lelaki itu. Kesimpulannya – banyak nyawa terkorban dalam mengharungi perjalanan ke Hulu Melaka. Persoalannya – siapa Maryam bersama rahsia besarnya? Mengapa Saifudin digelar ‘lelaki bertanduk dua’? Apakah Taghut mampu dibunuh? Bagaimana dengan campur tangan Luna dalam peperangan antara sesama bangsa manusia? Apakah Saifudin berupaya bangkit menjadi Laksamana Sunan semula? Mengapa Taghut terlalu mendendami Saifudin? Siapakah yang mampu menjinakkan Puteri Gunung Ledang yang terkenal sakti itu? Dan...banyak lagilah.
Untuk anda semua...selamat bertemu dengan Laksamana Sunan sekali lagi dan ia tidak akan berakhir begitu sahaja. Seperti kata Saifudin – tiadalah ia diputuskan di dalam hati.
P/S: PASTIKAN ANDA MEMBACA KISAH INI..gerenti anda akan berpuas hati...NO REGRET!!
Saturday, May 01, 2010
Masa usia setahun , ibu suapkan makanan dan memandikan kita.
Cara kita ucapkan terima kasih kepadanya hanyalah
dengan menangis sepanjang malam.
Saat usia 2 tahun, ibu mengajar kita bermain.
Kita ucapkan terima kasih dengan lari sambil tertawa terkekeh-kekeh apabila dipanggil.
Ketika usia 3 tahun, ibu menyediakan makanan dengan penuh kasih sayang.
Kita ucapkan terima kasih dengan menumpahkan makanan.
Masuk usia 4-5 tahun, ibu belikan pensil warna dan pakaian.
Kita ucapkan terima kasih dengan menconteng dinding dan bergolek atas lantai kotor.
Saat usia 6 tahun, ibu memimpin tangan kita ke Tadika.
Kita ucapkan terima kasih dengan menjerit," Tak mahu! Tak mahu!".
Ketika usia 7 tahun, ibu belikan sebiji bola,
kita ucapkan terima kasih dengan memecahkan cermin rumah jiran.
Setelah usia 8-9 tahun, ibu menghantar kita ke sekolah,
kita ucapkan terima kasih dengan ponteng sekolah.
Di usia 10-11 tahun, ibu menghabiskan masa sehari suntuk dengan kita,
kita ucapkan terima kasih dengan tidak bertegur sapa dan asyik bermain dengan kawan.
Menjelang usia 13 tahun, ibu suruh pakai pakaian menutup aurat, kita ucapkan
terima kasih dengan memberitahu bahawa pakaian itu ketinggalan zaman.
Ketika menjangkau 18 tahun, ibu menangis apabila tahu kita di terima masuk universiti ,
kita ucapkan terima kasih dengan bersuka ria bersama kawan-kawan.
Menjelang usia 20 tahun, ibu bertanya apakah kita ada teman istimewa,
kita katakan,...." itu bukan urusan ibu”
Setelah usia 25 tahun, ibu bersusah payah menanggung perbelanjaan perkawinan kita,
ibu menangis dan memberitahu bahawa dia sangat sayangkan kita,
tanda kita ucapkan terima kasih dengan pindah jauh darinya.
Ketika usia 30 tahun, ibu menelefon memberi nasihat mengenai penjagaan
bayi, kita dengan megah berkata,... " itu dulu , sekarang zaman moden".
Ketika usia meningkat 40 tahun, ibu menelefon mengingatkan tentang kenduri di kampung,
kita berkata, " kami sibuk...tak ada masa nak datang ".
Menjelang usia 50 tahun, ibu jatuh sakit dan meminta kita menjaganya.
Kita bercerita tentang kesibukan dan kisah-kisah ibu bapa yang menjadi beban bagi anak-anak.
Dan kemudian suatu hari......
kita mendapat berita ibu meninggal, khabar itu mengejutkan....
dalam linangan air mata, segala perbuatan terhadap
ibu muncul dalam ingatan satu persatu....
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Sesiapa yang membaca cerita ini, dalamilah maksudnya. Ia membawa pesanan yang sangat bererti dalam kehidupan kita terutama sekali kepada sesiapa yang mempunyai keluarga sendiri. Marilah kita sama-sama menghayatinya...
4 years ago, an accident took my beloved away and very often I wonder, how does my wife, who is now in the heavenly realm, feel right now? She must be feeling extremely sad for leaving a husband who is incapable to taking care of the house and the kid.
Because that is the exact feeling that I have, as I feel that I have failed to provide for the physical and emotional needs of my child, and failed to be the dad and mum for my child.
There was one particular day, when I had an emergency at work. Hence, I had to leave home whilst my child was still sleeping. So thinking that there was still rice leftovers, I hastily cooked an egg and left after informing my sleepy child.
With the double roles, I am often exhausted at work as well as when I am home. So after a long day, I came home, totally drained of all energy. So with just a brief hug and kiss for my child, I went straight into the room, skipping dinner. However, when I jumped into my bed with intention of just having a well-deserved sleep, all i heard and felt was broken porcelain and warm liquid!
I flipped open my blanket, and there lies the source of the 'problem'... a broken bowl with instant noodles and a mess on the bedsheet and blanket!
Boy, was I mad! I was so furious that I took a clothes hanger, charged straight at my child who was happily playing with his toy, and give him a good spanking! He merely cried but not asking for mercy, except a short explanation:
"Dad, I was hungry and there wasn't anymore leftover rice. But you were not back yet, hence I wanted to cook some instant noodles. But I remembered you reminding me not to touch or use the gas stove without any adults around, hence I turned on the shower and used the hot water from the bathroom to cook the noodles. One is for you and the other is for me.
However, I was afraid that the noodles will turn cold, so I hid it under the blanket to keep it warm till you return. But I forgot to remind you because I was playing with my toys....I am sorry Dad..."
At that moment, tears were starting to run down my cheeks but I didn't want my son to see his dad crying so I dashed into the bathroom and cried with the shower head on to mask my cries.
After that episode, I went towards my son to give him a tight hug and applied medication on him, while coaxing him to sleep. Then, it was time to clear up the mess on the bed. When everything was done and well past midnight, I passed my son's room, and saw that he was still crying, not from the pain on his little buttock, but from looking at the photograph of his beloved mummy.
A year has passed since the episode, I have tried, in this period, to focus on giving him both the love of his dad and mum, and to attend to most of his needs. And soon, he is turning seven, and will be graduating from kindergarten. Fortunately, the incident did not leave a lasting impression on his childhood memories and he is still happily growing up.
However, not so long ago, I hit my boy again, with much regret. This time, his kindergarten teacher called, informing me of my son's absence from school. I took off early from work and went home, expecting him to explain. But he wasn't to be found, so I went around our house, calling out his name and eventually found him outside a stationery shop, happily playing computer games.
I was fuming, brought him home and whack the hell out of him. He did not retaliate, except to say, 'I am sorry, Dad'. But after much probing, I realized that it was a 'Talent Show' organized by his school and the invite is for every student's mummy. And that was the reason for his absence as he has no mummy....
Few days after the caning, my son came home to tell me, the kindergarten has recently taught him how to read and write. Since then, he has kept to himself and stayed in his room to practise his writing, which I am sure, would make my wife proud, if she was still around. 'cos he makes me proud too!
Time passes by very quickly, and soon another year has passed. It's winter, and its Christmas time. Everywhere the christmas spirit is in every passer-by... Christmas carols and frantic shoppers.... but alas, my son got into another trouble.
When I was about to knock off from the day's work, the post office called. Due to the peak season, the post master was also on an edgy mood. He called to tell me that my son has attempted to post several letters with no addressee.
Although I did make a promise never to hit my son again, I couldn't help but to hit him as I feel that this child of mine is really beyond control. Once again, as before, he apologized, 'I'm sorry, Dad' and no additional reason to explain. I pushed him towards a corner, went to the post office to collect the letters with no addressee and came home, and angrily questioned my son on his prank, during this time of the year.
His answer, amidst his sobbing, was 'The letters were for Mummy.'
My eyes grew teary, but I tried to control my emotions and continued to ask him "But why did u post so many letters, at one time?"
My son's reply was "I have been writing to mummy for a long time, but each time I reach out for the post box, it was too high for me, hence I was not able to post the letters. But recently, when I went back to the postbox, I could reach it and I sent it all at once..."
I miss you so much! Today, there was a 'Talent Show' in school, and the school invited all mothers for the show. But you are not around, so I did not want to participate as well. I did not tell Dad about it as I was afraid that Dad would start to cry and miss you all over again.
Dad went around looking for me, but in order to hide my sadness, I sat in front of the computer and started playing games at one of the shops. Dad was furious, and he couldnt help it but scolded and hit me, but I did not tell him the real reason.
Mummy, everyday I see Dad missing you and whenever he think of you, he is so sad and often hide and cry in his room. I think we both miss you very very much. Too much for our own good I think.
But Mummy, I am starting to forget your face. Can you please appear in my dreams so that I can see your face and remember you? I heard that if you fall asleep with the photograph of the person whom you miss, you will see the person in your dreams. But mummy, why havent you appear?
After reading the letter, I cant stop sobbing. 'cos I can never replace the irreplaceable gap left behind by my wife....
For the females with children: Don't do so much overtime. If you cannot finish the work, it must be some kind of problems within the company, and it is not your sole problem. Feedback to your boss. Endless overtime may not necessary be the answer to the problem. Take care of your health so that you can treasure and take care of your little precious.
For the married men: Drink less, smoke less, cos nothing can replace your good health, not even business nor clients. Try thinking this way, are you able to work till your clients are totally dependent on you? or your boss is totally dependent on you? In this society, no one is indispensable. Take care of your health, so that you can take care of your little precious and your loved ones.
For those singles out there: Beauty lies in loving yourself first. With confidence and loving yourself, you will see the beauty in other things around you. You will be able to work better and happier. Don't let your health be affected by your work or your boss, so nothing matters more than your well being.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
"Stay The Same"
Don't you ever wish you were someone else,
You were meant to be the way you are exactly.
Don't you ever say you don't like the way you are.
When you learn to love yourself, you're better off by far.
And I hope you always stay the same,
cuz there's nothin' 'bout you I would change.
I think that you could be whatever you wanted to be
If you could realize, all the dreams you have inside.
Don't be afraid if you've got something to say,
Just open up your heart and let it show you the way.
Believe in yourself.
Reach down inside.
The love you find will set you free.
Believe in yourself, you will come alive.
Have faith in what you do.
You'll make it through.