Hate This Part..

Assalamualaikum..
hmph.. entahlah sejak dua menjak ni... hati tak tenang.. fikiran asyik serabut je.. SPM nak dekat dah.. tetibe banyak lak masalah yang timbul.. cam sia2 plak usaha selama ni.. sakit gile hati ni.. do you know how its feel when your friend betrayed.. cam kene tikam dari belakang je.. habis semua kepercayaan aku.. tak guna gile r.. dah malas aku  nak layan kerenah-kerenah diorang.. do they think they're king/prince??dia nak kita ikut je cakap die.. agak bodoh la.. matang kanlah fikiran tu dulu.. asyik nak hepi je tiap2 mase.. xsdar diri ag ke??? ntah la.. biar la dorg dgan hidup dorg.. aku bkan nye tuhan nk atur hidup dorg.. semoga berjaya jela dalam kehidupan.. kadang2 hidup ni lebih baik bile kite sorg je kot..luckily cinta selalu ada disisi

Rintihan Sahabat..

dugaan datang tanpa henti 

satu persatu pergi meninggalkan aku

bukanlah maut yang jadi pemisah

tapi jarak yang menjadi penghalang

dunia ini sepatutnya adil

tapi kita yang merosakannya

bersalah tetap bersalah

mengapa perlu ditegakkan benang yang basah??

insan ditengah yang menjadi mangsa

terkapai-kapai memikir masa depan

terhimpit dalam kesusahan

tak pernah kah kau memikir perasaan orang lain

hentikanlah sifat egoistikmu

buka minda dan lihatlah dunia

semuanya harus menjadi iktibar

maruah telah tercalar

ugutan bukanlah jalan penyelesaian

bermaafan lah sesama kita

tak guna ada sengketa

pengalaman tak pernah menginsafkan dirimu

hidup dalam bayangan sendiri

semua yang baik hanyalah plastik

usahlah HIPOKRIT!!!!

Yang Bernama Sahabat...

sedih.. sedih.. sedih..

kadang2 kita terlampau gembira hidup di dunia ni

sampai boleh terlupa pasal akhirat dan tanggungjawab kita

rakus dalam mencipta undang2 sendiri

sedarlah dan berpijak pada bumi yang nyata

usahlah terus dibuai mimpi

pengalaman sepatutnye mengajar kita untuk lebih berhati-hati

sekali rebah harus bangkit

lupakan yang duka

TETAPI

mengapa harus diulangi kesilapan yang sama

belum terbuka lagikah pintu hatimu???

kita dalam satu nakhoda saling bergantungan

saat kita melakar sejarah gemilang

kau mencalitnya dengan penuh noda

MENGAPA??

hatiku terus berteriak

dan ingin penjelasan yang mampan

terasa ingin berhenti dengan segala-galanya

cukup derita

sudah jenuh menitiskan airmata

apalagi yang harus dilakukan

kebenaran harus ditegakkan

yang jahil harus dibuang

biar ketentuan yang menetukan segalanya

yang tertinggal hanyalah kenangan yang tak mampu diulang

aku akan rindu saat kita ketawa

ku harap ini titisan airmata yang terakhir

tidak rela ku tangisi benda yang berlalu

SALAM...

A Friend..

(A)ccepts you as you are
(B)elieves in "you"
(C)alls you just to say "HI"
(D)oesn't give up on you
(E)nvisions the whole of you (even the unfinished parts)
(F)orgives your mistakes
(G)ives unconditionally
(H)elps you
(I)nvites you over
(J)ust "be" with you
(K)eeps you close at heart
(L)oves you for who you are
(M)akes a difference in your life
(N)ever Judges
(O)ffer support
(P)icks you up
(Q)uiets your fears
(R)aises your spirits
(S)ays nice things about you
(T)ells you the truth when you need to hear it
(U)nderstands you
(V)alues you
(W)alks beside you
(X)-plains thing you don't understand
(Y)ells when you won't listen and
(Z)aps you back to reality

Gift of Love

The passengers on the bus watched sympathetically as the attractive young woman with the white cane made her way carefully up the steps. She paid the driver and, using her hands to feel the location of the seats, walked down the aisle and found the seat he had told her was empty. Then she settled in, placed her briefcase on her lap and rested her cane against her leg.

It had been a year since Safiya, thirty-four, became blind. Due to a medical misdiagnosis she had been rendered sightless, and she was suddenly thrown into a world of darkness, anger, frustration and self-pity. Once a fiercely independent woman, Safiya now felt condemned by this terrible twist of fate to become a powerless, helpless burden on everyone around her.

"How could this have happened to me?" she would plead, her heart knotted with anger. But no matter how much she cried or ranted, she knew the painful truth her sight was never going to return. A cloud of depression hung over Safiya's once optimistic spirit. Just getting through each day was an exercise in frustration and exhaustion. And all she had to cling to was her husband Meraj.

Meraj was an Air Force officer and he loved Safiya with all of his heart. When she first lost her sight, he watched her sink into despair and was determined to help his wife gain the strength and confidence she needed to become independent again. Meraj's military background had trained him well to deal with sensitive situations, and yet he knew this was the most difficult battle he would ever face.

Finally, Safiya felt ready to return to her job, but how would she get there? She used to take the bus, but was now too frightened to get around the city by herself. Meraj volunteered to drive her to work each day, even though they worked at opposite ends of the city.

At first, this comforted Safiya and fulfilled Meraj's need to protect his sightless wife who was so insecure about performing the slightest task. Soon, however, Meraj realized that this arrangement was not working - it was hectic, and costly. Safiya is going to have to start taking the bus again, he admitted to himself. But just the thought of mentioning it to her made him cringe. She was still so fragile, so angry. How would she react?

Just as Meraj predicted, Safiya was horrified at the idea of taking the bus again. "I am blind!" she responded bitterly. "How am I supposed to know where I am going? I feel like you are abandoning me."

Meraj's heart broke to hear these words, but he knew what had to be done. Meraj promised Safiya that each morning and evening he would ride the bus with her, for as long as it took, until she got the hang of it. And that is exactly what happened. For two solid weeks, Meraj, military uniform and all, accompanied Safiya to and from work each day. Meraj taught her how to rely on her other senses, specifically her hearing, to determine where she was and how to adapt to her new environment.

Meraj helped her befriend the bus drivers who could watch out for her and save her a seat. Meraj made her laugh, even on those not-so-good days when she would trip exiting the bus or drop her briefcase. Each morning they made the journey together and Meraj would take a cab back to his office. Although this routine was even more costly and exhausting than the previous one, Meraj knew it was only a matter of time before Safiya would be able to ride the bus on her own. Meraj believed in her, in the Safiya he used to know before she would lost her sight, who was not afraid of any challenge and who would never, ever quit.

Love StoryFinally, Safiya decided that she was ready to try the trip on her own. Monday morning arrived, and before she left, she threw her arms around Meraj, her temporary bus riding companion, her husband, and her best friend. Her eyes filled with tears of gratitude for his loyalty, his patience, his love. Safiya said good-bye, and for the first time, they went their separate ways.

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday... Each day on her own went perfectly and Safiya had never felt better. Safiya was doing it! She was going to work all by herself!

On Friday morning, Safiya took the bus to work as usual. As she was paying for her fare to exit the bus, the driver said, "Sister, I sure envy you."

Safiya was not sure if the driver was speaking to her or not. After all, who on earth would ever envy a blind woman who had struggled just to find the courage to live for the past year? Curious, she asked the driver, "Why do you say that you envy me?"

The driver responded, "It must feel so good to be taken care of and protected like you are."

Safiya had no idea what the driver was talking about, and asked again, "What do you mean?"

The driver answered, "You know, every morning for the past week, a fine looking gentleman in a military uniform has been standing across the corner watching you when you get off the bus. He makes sure you cross the street safely and he watches you until you enter your office building. Then he blows you a kiss, gives you a little salute and walks away. You are one lucky woman."

Tears of happiness poured down Safiya's cheeks. For although she could not physically see him, she had always felt Meraj's presence. Safiya was lucky, so lucky, for he had given her a gift more powerful than sight, a gift she did not need to see to believe - Gift of Love that can bring light where there had been darkness ...

A Piece of Heart

One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley.

A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect.

Inspirational Stories for Teenagers: Most Beautiful HeartThere was not a mark or a flaw in it.

Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen.

The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.

Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, "Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine."

The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly ... but full of scars. It had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in ... but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges.

In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.

The people starred ... how could he say his heart is more beautiful, they thought?

The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine ... mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."

Love and Islam"Yes," said the old man, "Yours is perfect looking ... but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love ..... I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them ... and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart ... but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared.

Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away ... and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges ... giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too ... and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?"

The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands.

The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart.

It fit .... but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges.

The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his.

They embraced and walked away side by side.
Inspirational Stories for Teenagers: Blind Girl (Love Story, Love and Islam, Love (Hubb) in Islam)

Love (Hubb) in IslamThere was a blind girl who hated herself just because she's blind. She hated everyone, except her loving fiance. He is always there for her. Blind girl said that if she could only see the world, she would marry her fiance.

One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to the blind girl and then she can see everything, including her fiance.

Her fiance asked her, "now that you can see the world, will you marry me?" The girl was shocked when she saw that her fiance is blind too, and refused to marry him.

Her fiance walked away in tears, and later wrote a letter to girl saying. "Just take care of my eyes dear."

Moral: This is how human brain changes when the status changed. Only few remember what life was before, and who's always been there even in the most painful situations.

Never take someone for granted, Hold every person close to your Heart because you might wake up one day and realize that you have lost a diamond while you were too busy collecting stones. Remember this always in life!

Inspiring

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THE STORY BEHIND THE TODAY’S BROOKLYN BRIDGE, NewYork

In 1883, a creative engineer named John Roebling was
inspired by an idea to build a spectacular bridge
connecting New York with the Long Island. However
bridge building experts throughout the world thought
that this was an impossible feat and told Roebling to
forget the idea. It just could not be done. It was not
practical. It had never been done before.

Roebling could not ignore the vision he had in his
mind of this bridge. He thought about it all the time
and he knew deep in his heart that it could be done.
He just had to share the dream with someone else.
After much discussion and persuasion he managed to
convince his son Washington, an up and coming
engineer, that the bridge in fact could be built.

Working together for the first time, the father and
son developed concepts of how it could be accomplished
and how the obstacles could be overcome. With great
excitement and inspiration, and the headiness of a
wild challenge before them, they hired their crew and
began to build their dream bridge.

The project started well, but when it was only a few
months underway a tragic accident on the site took the
life of John Roebling. Washington was injured and left
with a certain amount of brain damage, which resulted
in him not being able to walk or talk or even move.

"We told them so."
"Crazy men and their crazy dreams."
"It’s foolish to chase wild visions."

Everyone had a negative comment to make and felt that
the project should be scrapped since the Roeblings
were the only ones who knew how the bridge could be
built. In spite of his handicap Washington was never
discouraged and still had a burning desire to complete
the bridge and his mind was still as sharp as ever.

He tried to inspire and pass on his enthusiasm to some
of his friends, but they were too daunted by the task.
As he lay on his bed in his hospital room, with the
sunlight streaming through the windows, a gentle
breeze blew the flimsy white curtains apart and he was
able to see the sky and the tops of the trees outside
for just a moment.

It seemed that there was a message for him not to give
up. Suddenly an idea hit him. All he could do was move
one finger and he decided to make the best use of it.
By moving this, he slowly developed a code of
communication with his wife.

He touched his wife's arm with that finger, indicating
to her that he wanted her to call the engineers again.
Then he used the same method of tapping her arm to
tell the engineers what to do. It seemed foolish but
the project was under way again.

For 13 years Washington tapped out his instructions
with his finger on his wife's arm, until the bridge
was finally completed.

Today the spectacular Brooklyn Bridge stands in all
its glory as a tribute to the triumph of one man's
indomitable spirit and his determination not to be
defeated by circumstances.

It is also a tribute to the engineers and their team
work, and to their faith in a man who was considered
mad by half the world.

It stands too as a tangible monument to the love and
devotion of his wife who for 13 long years patiently
decoded the messages of her husband and told the
engineers what to do!!
SPIRITUAL COMMENTARY

Perhaps this is one of the best examples of a
never-say-die attitude that overcomes a terrible
physical handicap and achieves an impossible goal.

Often when we face obstacles in our day-to-day life,
our hurdles seem very small in comparison to what many
others have to face.

The Brooklyn Bridge shows us that dreams that seem
impossible can be realized with determination and
persistence, no matter what the odds are.

Even the most distant dream can be realized with
determination and persistence! !