Wednesday, August 28, 2013

hope....and hoping to...............

kesibukan yang luar biasa...and Alhamdulillah almost finish all of the too much assignment...yeah!!!!
last night i cannot sleep at all, well sort of...im not really sleeping....
tired oh My God! seriously im tired../
i'm fasting today...yeay!!
actually i am disappointed as i cannot go to the Majlis Rumah Terbuka of my scholar...i was pissed off as it is a n open house but there are only 100 seats available and u have to request to go...i'd requested like 5 days earlier but still i am not invited due to the full seat stuff...
i am dying to go there, i wanna meet my friends and also eat...but what to do, i am powerless to against this injustice...( suddenly the English question pop-up)...
and i think i am somehow weird these few days coz i am not usually like this...i keep wearing baju kurung and i am pushing myself to complete all of those works..me? hardworking? kinda weird....
maybe this is a transformation on how i dress and look...maybe....dont comment on good things laa...
i would like to share one story...
last few days, on facebook, i saw a picture of a boy crying during the 'Solat Jenazah'...and just now, i saw his picture in Kaapan...his dead with a smile on his face...he died to protect our religion, Islam...what a wonderful fate he had...Syahid.. that's the most wonderful way to die....
May Allah protect him and gives him a awesome place in Heaven...Amiin...
i'm touched of that story...wanna die the same way he and the other Syuhada did...
i am full of sins...i need to be better...a lot better..
talking about die and stuff makes me feel scare, the way i should feel...this life on earth is so short...you can do anything but remember everything is counted....
do good stuff and help others as much as you could but never do bad things to others..
this is the picture i meant earlier
after seeing that picture, i am more motivated to continue my life, my ambitions and my dreams...
i hope to see Allah in the best way a human could....Aminn......



 

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