The Designer is perfect.

There are many pieces that make up our lives: Moments that break us. Moments that raise and shape us. Decisions we make to hold on. Or let go. People who enter our lives and leave us changed forever. The ones we love, the ones that hurt us, or heal us, or leave us. Sometimes we don't understand these pieces—or even despair over them. It’s only when time goes by and we look back, that we suddenly can see our whole life like a perfectly designed puzzle.

Don’t be afraid of the puzzle piece you’re in now. 

It will fit perfectly…just like the rest. 

How could it not? 

The Designer is perfect.

-Yasmin Mogahed-

--Rainer Maria Rilke--

"Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them.It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need too live the question. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day."

Words

They are nothing but letters on a page.
But they have the power of swords to shatter.
Or, the cure, to heal.

--Yasmin Mogahed--

Notts, I Miss U...

Semalam

Proton Wira biru itu..

Umurnya dah nak masuk 18 tahun. Langgar pagar pernah, Langgar tembok pernah, Langgar kereta buruk pun pernah. Keluar masuk bengkel dah beberapa kali. Mak kata "tua-tua kereta ni pun, dengan kereta ni lah 3 orang belajar bawak kereta"

Pagi semalam kipas keep on berpusing walaupun dah matikan enjin. Minta tolong pak cik Anuar, jiran sebelah tengokkan, dia suruh segera hantar ke bengkel, takut nnt bateri habis. Disebabkan JKKK ada jamuan raya dan mak nak ke dewan utk tolong apa yg patut pagi ni, maka dgn yakinnya biarkanlah dulu. petang nnt lah baru hantar.

Stress..

"Kak, kereta berbunyi tu kenapa?" tegur Pak Cik Jo kepada Mak.

"Kipas berpusing tak nak stop"

"Kena hantar cepat, makan betri tu"

Aduh.. Tetamu baru nak datang, makan pun x sempat lagi. Dengan berat hati, pergilah juga hantar ke bengkel. Tak dapat selesai, abg kedai suggest bengkel lain kat Pekan Rawang. Cuak sbb x biasa pergi tempat tu. Call mak and adik berkali2 tak angkat. Dah dpt call x sempat cakap credit habis pulak, tggu2 call back x de juga... Tengah hari, sorng2 tak tahu nak buat ape. Geram!! Top up sekejap. Berjaya call balik adik, dengan pantasnya terkeluar kata2 yg x sepatutnya. Astaghfirullahal 'azim, bahana berkata-kata bila hati tengah panas.

Pak cik pak cik itu..

Pendek cerita, tersebarlah cerita "kipas berpusing" ke telinga beberapa pak cik2 (merangkap bekas kawan arwah abah) yg sama hadir ke jamuan raya. Pak cik Rozman pun suggest bengkel yg sama so kereta pun selamat ke bengkel yg sepatutnya.

"Kereta saya kipas berpusinglah wpun dah mati enjin. Kenapa ye?"

Tanpa sepatah kata, uncle kedai tengok-tengok2, keluarkan alat dan buat kerja. Eh.. X bagitahu pun apa masalah, harga ke apa ke. Normal eh mcm tue? Tawakkal je lah, harap2 x mahal sgt and tak kena tipu. Kurang lebih 10 minit menunggu kereta, ternampak kelibat pak cik Anuar lalu, parking dan terus ke keretaku sambil borak2 dengan uncle kedai.

"Eh, kereta rosak juga ke pak cik?" Saja bertanya.
"Tak lah, datang tengok ko lah ni"

Terkedu. Biar betul ni. Sungguh pun x berapa nak jauh dari rumah, tp jauh jugaklah... Allahu. Memang pun dia datang utk tengok kereta dan tunggu sampai selesai. "Berapa uncle?" "30 ringgit" Eh, baiki punya lama, 30 ringgit je? Was-was, sama ada betul 30 je atau dah dibayar sebahagiannya wallahu 'alam.

Balik terus ke dewan JKKK, tetamu dah balik, pak cik mak cik tengah berkemas. Pak cik Azman dgn semangatnya "Haa, kereta tadi ok dah? Pak cik nak ikut pergi sekali td tapi x sedap plak berdua" haha gelak je lah.. "Next time bgtahu kitorg kalau de masalah ke ape. kalau tak bgtahu kitorg tak taw." Pak cik kat sebelah tersenyum...

Pak cik pak cik itu semuanya, suatu ketika dulu sama-sama berhabis masa di markaz dengan arwah abah, sama-sama buat "progran" bersama arwah abah, sama-sama berbulatan gembira barangkali bersama arwah abah. Sama-sama. Berjemaah. Kalau pun mungkin berjemaah itu terlalu "shadid" bunyinya, kepedulian mereka itu, sungguh harus jadi contoh buat yg mengaku diri sebahagian dari jemaah Islam.

Selalu kita tak tahu, apa perkara baik yang kita buat masa hidup, berbalas kebaikan kepada mereka yang kita tinggalkan bila kita pergi. Lalu Nadiah, buatlah baik selagi mampu, kerana Dia. Sungguhpun susah, itu tanda ada mujahadah, biar sekelumit cuma, kerana syurga itu anugerah Dia bukan kerana amal kau yang tak seberapa. 

... and yes, saya mmg takut bawak kereta, tp bawak jugalah bila x de org lain yg available, tapi tak perlulah abg kate begini "Dik, baru lesen L ke? parking pun lambat" Ciss!! Walaupun saje bergurau tapi tercalar woo hati...

Biarlah

Lama,

Tak menulis,

Biarlah,

Kalau lebih mengeluh di skrin laptop,

Dari merintih di atas sejadah,

Kalau lebih berangan-angan bersama papan kekunci,

Hingga terlupa bertindak dan bersedia,

Kalau menulis mendatangkan takbur,

Sedang ilmu itu seharusnya menzuhudkan,

Biarlah,

Aku berehat sebentar..

Sebelah sayap

Well done Mat =)

Broken Pieces of Clay and Pottery

By Farhia Yahya

I was once walking along a narrow but busy street in Cairo when ahead of me was a donkey-cart laden with handmade pottery and clay utensils. It belonged to an old man who had been walking slowly beside it, and trying to sell whatever he could to make an income. He walked with hunched-shoulders, a turban tied round his head like a Sa’idi from Upper Egypt, his face wrinkled by age and the harsh Egyptian sun. It wasn’t hard to see that many difficult years had passed over him and he had probably been doing this for a long while.

As I continued to walk, I heard a cry and some commotion. The donkey had staggered back (probably startled by something) and as a result, the harnessing pushed the cart upwards, sending the pottery and clay shattering out into the street. It was heartbreaking to see the poor man’s face turn dark and sorrowful. With a heavy heart, he began to pick up the broken and chipped pieces of clay and pottery; his livelihood and merchandise that no one was going to buy now.

But as he did so, I began to see random people come out of shops and apartments, hurrying towards him and picking up his pottery from the street. There was no more hustle and bustle; just a quiet silence as people stopped to help him. Cars stopped out of respect, or slowly diverted around the broken and chipped clay. What was truly moving was to see many people pull out money and give it to the man as if they were purchasing the broken clay, except they weren’t buying anything (other than Paradise I guess). Drivers stuck out money from their window for the poor aged man, and almost every person who helped pick up the pieces also chipped in with sadaqah (charity). They realized that today, he wasn’t going to be making much money… in fact for that whole month to come, he probably wasn’t going to be making much at all.

It was incredible to see the hearts of people move like this. Humanity may disappear and people may be cruel towards the poor in certain places and at certain times, but in other places and at other times, the humanity is truly beautiful.

Keep your heart close to the poor and needy; they help to keep it alive.

-link-

BE BRAVE =)

When it all feels like

Everything's impossible

And you don't fit right

In a crowd go out and brake the mold

If you don't try you'll never fly

But you gotta be brave

Say you're out of luck

Knocked down in the dumps

You've got a fragile heart

I know cause so do I

Stuck here struggling

Harder to believe that

Things may fall apart

You can't give up the fight, yeah

Sometimes running on low

Takes you all the way home

Prove how far you can go

You gotta show the world

When it all feels like

Everything's impossible

And you don't fit right

In a crowd go out and brake the mold

If you don't try you'll never fly

But you gotta be brave yeah

You gotta be brave yeah

There is a remedy

Patched up easily

Learn to love yourself and never hide the scars

There's been damage done

But the battle's won

You were strong enough to get to where you are

Sometimes running on low

Takes you all the way home

Prove how far you can go

You gotta show the world

When it all feels like

Everything's impossible

And you don't fit right

In a crowd go out and brake the mold

If you don't try you'll never fly

But you gotta be brave yeah

You gotta be brave yeah

You can stand tall

You can stay strong

You can show everyone

You are your own let them all know

That you can be brave

When it all feels like

Everything's impossible

And you don't fit right

In a crowd go out and brake the mold

If you don't try you'll never fly

But you gotta be brave yeah

You gotta be brave yeah.