Bed Time Story

There once was a lad who couldnt lower his gaze,
Distraught and disappointed he tried many ways,
Finally he decided to go to a shaykh well known,
And ask him advice for his desperation had grown
The shaykh said to him, indeed but you've come to ask
About something great, first though I have a task
I have a friend of mine, on the other side of town
And I have a daily gift I give him before every sun down
It was a bowl of milk almost filled to the top
He said take this here bowl and don't spill a drop!
I am sending with you a friend with great vision
To make sure that you make no mistakes in your mission!
The lad began to walk with the bowl in his hands,
Wishing them steady, he dared not break a command,
For every step that he took, his guide watched with pierced eyes
As if waiting for any mistake to arise
When his task was over he return to the sage
And said, the task is done, now show me the way!
He said, 'you have done well but first let me see,
Did you happen to see the house with the gigantic tree?
The lad said, no, I'm sorry, I was not aware
Well, you passed my uncle's street, did you see him there?
The lad said, no I did not see an uncle or tree
The milk would have spilled if I looked upward you see!
And I was so nervous because your friend did not blink,
So I watched every step, and thats all i could think!
The Shaykh smiled and said, leave now, for this task
Has answered the question you had wished to ask,
The milk that you carried with focus throughout
Was your book of deeds, much more important no doubt
If you were nervous by one who records your every mistake
Know that there are angels who write, if such allowance you make
Life is a similar journey, but to a different address,
So be gone, and focus young lad, I wish you the best!

 

Ammar

Farmer

This was my conversation with a farmer on the phone


me: Hi, may I talk to Pam please

Farmer: yes, this is Pam speaking

(introduce myself and then...)

me: you'll be providing food over there rite?

Farmer: yes2, you will live and eat with us

Me: sweet.... but, erm.. i just want to let u noe, I can only eat certain type of meats

Farmer: Are you a muslim?

Me: yes, I am =)


Alhamdulillah, moga dipermudahkan urusan nanti disana, doakan aku wahai sahabat, harap iman ini terus terjaga

Hidayah

less than one year im in NZ, i have seen a lot of kiwis and moaris accept and embrace Islam, and i even have heard a lot of stories that they went through to keep their faith, to protect their deen


Yet, when I look at myself, have I changed? become a better person? Or just the same old me? Or maybe worse?

Ya Allah, hidayah Mu tersebar pantas di bumi NZ ni ya Allah, jadikan ini sebagai asbab untuk aku mendapat hidayah juga ya Allah...